Chapter 1476: Chapter 1476 East Lake Sword Discussion (Part 2)

The wind rose over East Lake as Zhong Zhengyang sat alone by the shore, pulling out a gourd to drink alone.

Behind him, his disciples stood upright with their swords, exuding a murderous aura, still and composed.

Passersby kept their distance, with no one daring to get involved.

Long Fei whispered, “No wonder the Azure Woods Sect is so renowned in South Yangtze; this sect indeed has some skilled individuals.”

Chu Feng returned, staring outside and asked, “Why publicly challenge this old man? Wouldn’t it be better for the two of us to find a place to ambush him together?”

Long Fei smiled faintly, “To set a trap, we need to let people see some advantage and then they’ll jump in. If we don’t show some strength publicly, who would believe we could succeed? We’re only testing Azure Woods Sect for now, but in the future, we must visit places like the Wudang Sect, Mount Mao Sect, Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Kunlun Sect, and Shenxu with our Sharing Alliance. By then, all the loose cultivators in Great Xia will be at our disposal, so there’s no worry about our big plans failing!”

“Brilliant, truly brilliant!”

Chu Feng raised his thumb in admiration, increasingly impressed by his brother’s strategy.

Having come all this way from the mortal world, he has witnessed Long Fei’s growth.

In terms of fortune, no one in the world can surpass him.

In courage, before Long Fei, Chu Feng can only claim to be second.

In loyalty, this brother has nothing to say.

Chu Feng thought for a moment, and realized that with women, he had an edge, so standing before Long Fei, he had something to brag about, at least.

Otherwise, he couldn’t compare with this brother at all.

Dueling is a test of patience. Even if it’s scheduled for the evening, Long Fei wouldn’t start a minute earlier.

He was testing the old man’s patience; the old man meditated below, able to remain calm.

Zhong Zhengyang was indeed not a simple character.

Long Fei evaluated in his heart.

As night fell, neither main character hurried, but others began to gossip.

In the tavern, people whispered that the initiator of this Sharing Alliance must be hiding away, afraid to show up.

Someone remarked that the Azure Woods Sect is so powerful, who has ever heard of this Sharing Alliance?

They guessed it was a deliberate rumor, trying to gain some false fame in the Cultivation World.

Some even started betting, placing wagers on who would finally win between Zhong Zhengyang and this challenger.

If he doesn’t show up, it counts as forfeit.

The son of the local city lord acted as the bookmaker, issuing receipts like a true professional.

The tavern was bustling, with more than half the bets placed on Zhong Zhengyang.

However, Zhong Zhengyang’s odds were low, one to one.

Long Fei was different, one to ten.

If Long Fei won, betting one Spirit Stone would yield ten.

Despite such skewed odds, everyone still bet on Zhong Zhengyang.

Because most people had never seen Long Fei, they assumed he was a rookie loose cultivator.

Chu Feng was most intrigued by this excitement, asking the city lord’s son, “Are you sure you’ll pay whatever the odds are?”

“Of course!”

The young man patted his chest, assuring, “You’re an outsider, huh? You can ask around on the streets about my name, Ma Tengfei. Our family runs the City Lord’s Mansion, and we have the Bamboo City Commerce Association. If you dare to bet, young master here dares to pay.”

The crowd chuckled lightly, watching Chu Feng in case he placed an exceptional bet, yet asking nonetheless.

Chu Feng took out a storage ring and placed it on the table, “As you said, I’ll bet a million Spirit Stones then.”

His expression was calm, as if he casually tossed an ordinary ring.

Ma Tengfei’s legs almost gave way, nearly collapsing on the table as he stared at Chu Feng to confirm, “How much?”

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself?”

Chu Feng rolled his eyes at him and asked with a smile, “Are you scared?”

The surrounding cultivators were in an uproar, initially thinking Chu Feng, this outsider, was insignificant, but who would have thought he could produce a million Spirit Stones at once?

Ma Tengfei’s servant quickly used his Divine Sense to check, wiping cold sweat from his head and whispered to Ma Tengfei, “Young master, this bet is too big to take!”

A million Spirit Stones, no matter who won, Ma Tengfei couldn’t afford to pay.

Bamboo City is a small place, and those in the tavern were local cultivators and young masters.

These ordinary cultivators usually having tens of thousands of Spirit Stones were a result of ancestral virtue, obtained through trickery or deception.

Ordinary young masters were no different; their families might have wealth in gold and silver, but Spirit Stones were hard currency.

Ma Tengfei pondered and asked Chu Feng, “Who are you betting on?”

Chu Feng smiled lightly, “Naturally, the challenger!”

Ma Tengfei calculated that those who bet on Zhong Zhengyang almost pooled over a hundred thousand Spirit Stones collectively.

If Chu Feng’s bet was right, he would need over ten million Spirit Stones to cover it.

The hundred thousand Spirit Stones were not even a fraction.

But if Chu Feng was wrong, Ma Tengfei could net a million Spirit Stones!

This would be a massive sum, ensuring he lived comfortably for the rest of his life, potentially becoming a local major figure as well.

Moreover, Zhong Zhengyang had a more than half chance of winning.

Ma Tengfei thought it over and over, adopting the attitude of seeking fortune in risk, boldly taking the Spirit Stones, issuing Chu Feng a receipt on the spot, and affirming, “Alright, I’ll take this bet. If you’re right, young master will sell everything to pay you!”

The crowd buzzed with laughter and whispers, suspecting that even with the city’s lord father, Ma Tengfei couldn’t gather ten million Spirit Stones.

This wager meant Ma Tengfei went all in.

Perhaps due to Chu Feng’s presence, seeing the bookmaker with money and capital, the bettors’ enthusiasm soared, with some increasing their stakes and others taking out their savings.

Anyway, everyone was betting on Zhong Zhengyang to win. By nightfall, the total stake inside and outside the tavern for Zhong Zhengyang reached 580,000 Spirit Stones.

Betting for Long Fei was pitifully low.

Besides Chu Feng’s million, the rest were mere trifles.

In a small place like Bamboo City, 580,000 Spirit Stones was not a small number.

Even Ma Tengfei exclaimed, “Damn, usually so stingy, I thought you were all poor. Turns out you all hid so much private money.”

Everyone laughed heartily, watching eagerly through the windows, impatiently waiting for the challenger to appear.

As the sun set, the tavern lights fully lit up.

The lakeshore lights also illuminated, under the moonlight, making the place seem not dark at all.

Long Fei finished his last cup of wine, his figure flashed, and hands behind his back, he stepped into the void, landing on the lake.

The lake water remained still, as if a feather had gently landed on it.

Zhong Zhengyang’s eyes suddenly opened, the leaves and dust around him exploded outward with a roar.

He flipped over, landing fiercely in the water, standing a hundred meters opposite Long Fei.

The lake water burst upwards like a torrential rain, dripping back into the lake for quite a while.

This contrast between stillness and movement was stark.

Around East Lake, the people eagerly waiting for this moment erupted into cheers.

Some cheered, some applauded.

Their eyes burned with excitement; if there were cameras, the flash would surely go wild.

“Miss, it’s really him!”

On the lakeshore, a servant shouted excitedly.

A young woman of official family status, dressed in brocade robes, stared with large eyes at Long Fei on the lake, equally excitedly exclaiming, “This scoundrel, he caused me so much trouble, yet he’s here flaunting himself!”