Chapter 1954 Gambling (Part 1)

"Is this medicine effective?"

Bai Ruanqing's eyes reddened.

She knew very well the severity of her grandfather's injuries. If not for his profound cultivation, he would have died long ago. Even so, he was at the end of his life; without unexpected events, he would surely not last more than two days... At this moment, after drinking only a jade bottle of clear water, he woke up and could even speak. After the intense shock, she was filled with disbelief.

Even the most advanced life-prolonging pills of the sect couldn't have such a powerful effect!

"Master..."

Bai Feng also hurried over, helped Elder Bai Ye up, and channeled true energy into the other's body to probe.

After a moment, his eyes widened: "The injuries inside the master's body have actually recovered a bit..."

Although the recovery was not obvious, it was recovery nonetheless. Especially the deathly stillness force inside that constantly corroded the internal organs, true energy, and soul, which had been impossible to expel, was now suppressed!

This was the special power of the Trapped Sky City... Almost no medicine was effective against it, yet the bottle of clear water the young lady brought had achieved this!

"Young lady, this bottle of medicine... where did you buy it?"

He quickly looked over.

"Over there, at the inner disciple trading market..." Bai Ruanqing pointed.

"You bought only one bottle?"

Just now, the master drank too little, so only a trace of recovery occurred. But this bottle of clear water had a very obvious suppressive effect on the injuries. If there were enough, it was foreseeable that the severe injuries that had stumped the entire sect could be perfectly healed!

"I thought it was fake... so I bought only a few..." Bai Ruanqing blushed.

"It's not fake at all; it's a divine medicine. Take me there quickly. Buy as many as possible. As long as there's enough quantity, the master can definitely recover..." Bai Feng couldn't contain himself.

"Okay!"

Seeing his attitude, Bai Ruanqing knew that this time she had indeed found a good medicine. She immediately turned and rushed toward the flying sacred beast.

"Too slow; I'll take you there!"

Before she reached it, Bai Feng's voice sounded, and then she felt a lightness as her grandfather's old servant grabbed her and flew straight toward the inner disciple trading market.

A few breaths later, they arrived at the market. Bai Ruanqing hurried to the place where she had bought the medicine, only to find it empty.

"Where is the person who was selling medicine just now?"

She turned to look at the neighboring inner disciple, her delicate brows furrowed.

Seeing the female tyrannosaurus return so quickly, accompanied by an old man who could fly, the neighboring inner disciple was startled: "He just left..."

"Do you know which branch or which elder's disciple he is?"

The girl continued asking.

"I don't know..." The neighboring inner disciple looked nervous: "He only came today; we're not familiar. Even if he sold fake medicine... it has nothing to do with me..."

"Yeah, we really don't know him. We knew that guy was unreliable; when he wanted to sell us things, we didn't buy..."

"One look and you could tell he wasn't a good person... Next time he comes, I'll definitely kick him out and never let him in..."

Several inner disciples nearby also quickly spoke up.

They had all seen Zhang Xuan selling medicine earlier. Now that the female tyrannosaurus was rushing over so urgently, she must be looking for trouble. So they naturally distanced themselves and pretended to be good people.

Seeing everyone so indignant, Bai Ruanqing was taken aback: "Why would I take it out on you?"

"Didn't he sell you fake medicine?" The neighboring inner disciple looked at her.

"It's real medicine. I came to buy a few more bottles..." Bai Ruanqing shook her head. "And to thank him!"

"Real medicine? Thank him?" All the inner disciples who had been buying were dumbfounded.

With such exaggerated writing, a casually set up stall, like a joke... it was real?

"Wasn't he selling things? Why did he leave so quickly?"

Seeing the odd expressions on their faces, Bai Ruanqing frowned: "I want the truth. You should know the consequences of deceiving me!"

"Well... he wanted to buy Divine Communication Talismans, but we refused to sell to him and told him to leave quickly, so..." The neighboring inner disciple was about to cry.

"Told him to leave?" Bai Ruanqing finally understood. Her pretty face darkened: "He saved my grandfather's life, and you drove him away. In that case..."

Whoosh!

Figures flickered. The next moment, all the inner disciples who had been selling were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

The female tyrannosaurus was indeed the female tyrannosaurus. At the slightest disagreement, she would strike... and so ruthlessly...

She soon stopped. The female tyrannosaurus put her hands on her hips, looked around, and said coldly: "All of you, go find him. If you don't find him by nightfall, I'll come back and beat you up again! Don't think about running away. If I want to beat someone... as long as you don't leave the sect or die, no one has ever escaped so far!"

"..." The crowd.

Brother medicine seller... can't you have some professional ethics?

Can't you sell fake medicine?

If you sold fake medicine, only you would get beaten... What the hell did we do to deserve this?

...

Zhang Xuan returned to his residence.

He took out the Divine Communication Talisman that Cao Chengli had obtained, dripped blood onto it to bind it, and with a thought, entered it.

This time, familiar with the process, it was very simple.

This talisman was different from the one in the Divine Communication Hall before. There was no introduction from Confucius. After entering, he sensed his body's condition. As everyone said, his strength was at the first level of the Ancient Sage.

His cultivation was too low, and many martial techniques and moves could not be performed smoothly. A Divine Communication Talisman at the first level of the Ancient Sage was considered the weakest in the Lingyun Sword Pavilion.

"This time, I can't call myself Tianya..."

He paused.

Previously, in the Divine Communication Hall of Xingyao City, he had taken the name Tianya, and Elder Lu Yun and others mistakenly thought it was Shan Xiaotian. If he appeared with that name again, it would be easy to be discovered. Then how could he punch the sect master and kick the elders?

How could he conceal his identity and investigate the Spirit God Palace where Luo Ruoxin was?

"Anyway, they're all aliases. Since Tianya won't work and Yang Xuan is unnecessary... I'll go with my personality... call me [I Am Very Low-Key]!"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xuan chose a satisfactory alias.

The previous Tianya was really unpleasant to hear!

Especially when people called him... 'Tian' my ass, 'Ya' my ass... it was simply an insult!

'I Am Very Low-Key'... both fit his temperament and matched his unassuming nature.

Having chosen the name, Zhang Xuan walked forward. There was also a large hall with the words 'Lingyun Sword Pavilion Divine Communication Hall' inscribed on it.

He pushed the door and entered. It was packed with people, countless in number, all carrying swords on their backs, their sword qi soaring to the sky.

He asked someone for directions.

Like ordinary Divine Communication Halls, the fastest way to earn Sword Pavilion coins was through one-on-one duels. Seeing how simple it was, he quickly went to the dueling area.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

On the platform, two young men were dueling.

Since the appearances here were not their own, no one knew who the combatants really were. To distinguish them, one wore blue and the other white.

The young man's long sword flickered, his sword aura sharp. The white-clad figure moved like the wind, his sword aura like a rainbow.

The two were evenly matched.

"Not bad!"

After watching for a while, Zhang Xuan nodded involuntarily.

As expected of inner disciples of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, their swordsmanship was far superior to that of Huo Jianghe and others. Every move and stance had its own rules, already bearing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Such swordsmanship, if brought to the Master Teacher Continent, would likely far exceed that of Sword Saint Xingmeng and others.

"Brother, want to place a bet?"

Just as he was studying the swordsmanship and techniques of the two on the platform, a lowered voice sounded nearby. He turned to see a young man in gray robes approaching him furtively.

In the Divine Communication Hall, appearances were like having beauty filters and Photoshop applied; one couldn't tell if someone was handsome or ugly. However, this guy's shifty eyes made him look somewhat sleazy.

"How do I bet?"

Zhang Xuan looked over.

The Lingyun Sword Pavilion, as one of the six major sects, acted openly and aboveboard. Normally, disciples were not allowed to bet on duels. Therefore, there was no public gambling here. This guy was so sneaky, probably afraid of being caught, trying to earn some pocket money.

"Simple. Blue pays 1.5 to 1, white pays 1.1 to 1, and a draw pays 5 to 1!" said the gray-robed young man.

"Why is white's odds so low?" Zhang Xuan asked, puzzled.

"His winning rate is higher. He's fought over three hundred matches and won over two hundred. His swordsmanship is definitely better!" The gray-robed young man grinned. "Want to bet a little for fun?"

"Sure!"

Zhang Xuan looked at the two on the platform, then smiled lightly and held up two fingers: "I bet on blue to win, twenty Sword Pavilion coins!"

"Twenty?"

The gray-robed young man was startled, not expecting this unfamiliar guy to be so generous.

As Zhang Xuan knew, the Sword Pavilion did not allow gambling. However, some disciples engaged in small bets, and no one bothered to stop them. Usually, such bets on duels were for two or three Sword Pavilion coins; five was considered a lot. Betting twenty at once was a first.

Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Once the bet is placed, there's no backing out..."

The gray-robed young man looked up at the platform. The white-clad fighter was clearly in the lead, while the blue-clad one was retreating step by step, on the verge of losing. He chuckled and handed over a card with a face value of twenty: "Give me the money. After the match, use this to redeem from me... Of course, if you lose, you get nothing!"

"Mm!" Zhang Xuan nodded.

When he entered, he had already prepared the Divine Communication Card here, with twenty Sword Pavilion coins loaded into it. He tapped lightly, and the twenty on the card was deducted.

"Hehe!"

Seeing the twenty Sword Pavilion coins in his hand, the gray-robed young man smiled lightly and walked to the side.

"How did it go?"

As soon as he reached the side, another young man in the same clothes came up to him.

"Met a fool. He just bet twenty Sword Pavilion coins on blue to win!"

The gray-robed young man lowered his voice.

"Twenty? What a fool!" The second young man was stunned, then his eyes lit up: "Others don't know who's fighting on the platform, but I've investigated. The white-clad one is Senior Brother Mo He, and the blue-clad one is Junior Brother Hu Xiao. The latter has been in the sect less than two years; how could he be a match for Senior Brother Mo?"

"Yeah, this twenty is easy money..." The gray-robed young man chuckled, thinking he had met a fool and made a big profit. Then he saw the blue-clad fighter, who had been retreating step by step, suddenly sweep his sword horizontally at the edge of the platform.

Pfft!

The white-clad fighter was stabbed in the chest, the sword piercing through.

Blue wins!