Chapter 1486: Chapter 1486: Arena
In the evening, the five brothers didn’t practice cultivation but talked about their lives and cultivation instead.
The next day, the five brothers practiced swordsmanship outside, with Qi Hao and Qi Xuan sparring against the two older brothers.
The couple stood aside watching. Su Yuanyuan squinted as she watched her eldest son’s moves; she could foresee some of his next steps, yet he was so unpredictable, and that was good.
Qi Hao was very excited, saying it was enjoyable to practice swords with his eldest brother.
After half an hour, the four brothers switched, and Qi Xuan’s swordsmanship was also quite remarkable.
During breakfast, Qi Yan praised the two youngest ones.
"Eldest Brother, after we meet your master, shall we go to the arena?"
It was the two young ones’ obsession.
"Sure, enjoy a few more days now. The betting houses over there are even more formidable these days."
The two youngsters smiled broadly, just loving this kind of thing.
Zhu Huai’en thought that his two children probably liked the feeling of winning Spirit Stones more than anything else, right? Did they not have any Spirit Stones? No, he had to prepare some more for them.
"Master, are you going to the arena or waiting here?"
"Going to the arena to wait for you."
"Alright."
The group still presented their visiting cards. Qi Wen’s visiting card was different. The Sword Sect’s side was even more straightforward, all openly curious, which made Qi Wen unhappy.
Qi Yan was also quite helpless. That’s how the sect’s disciples were.
Not long after, two stewards came over and very respectfully invited them inside.
"Please have the steward take them to the arena."
"Yes."
A steward disciple brought the two Great Powers to the arena; they were heading to Cold Sword Peak.
Many female disciples watched from afar. Qi Wen’s beauty had a truly overwhelming presence. Coupled with her aura, she gave off an unattainable feeling.
Su Yuanyuan was helpless; this girl was still spoiled, but she had the same temperament herself.
At Cold Sword Peak, Qi Wen looked at her eldest brother’s master, thinking he seemed quite aloof.
They greeted as peers, while Qi Hao and Qi Xuan gave greetings appropriate for juniors.
"No need to be formal, have a seat."
The three siblings presented their gifts, and given that Wei Jian Daojun has lived over a millennium as a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, he was momentarily stunned by Qi Wen’s gift.
"Junior sister, this is too precious, isn’t it?"
"As long as it’s useful to senior brother, it’s fine. I only hope senior brother can become a martial uncle, and in the future, my eldest brother can benefit too."
Wei Jian Daojun was pleased to hear this from Qi Wen. "Then thank you, junior sister, senior brother will work hard."
The rest was still the Vermilion Fruit. Wei Jian Daojun thought it best to give it to the sect, otherwise he would feel embarrassed about receiving so many good things himself.
Wei Jian Daojun also gave a greeting gift.
"Master, I need to accompany my siblings to the Thunder Pool for body refining."
"Go on, go on. Your results are excellent, and your family has gained so much. The three of them progressing to Foundation Establishment is a good thing."
The whole family bid farewell to Cold Sword Peak and directly headed to the arena.
Qi Wen found her master, gave a thumbs up to the two of them, and expressed amazement that they were actually waiting here.
Qi Hao and Qi Xuan already understood the procedures of the arena here.
They tossed two storage bags to the Second Brother. "Second Brother, no matter which of us steps up, ten thousand Spirit Stones."
Qi Hong nodded with a smile; these two had been eager to come here for the arena fights.
Seriously, it’s better to tell them that the Sword Sect isn’t rich yet, and that they might be better off at the Medicine Sect with its Dan Fighting; the Medicine Sect surely has more wealth.
Their family attracted a lot of attention; originally, Qi Yan was always watched by female disciples when he appeared.
"Isn’t that the ancestor’s parents?" one female disciple exclaimed in surprise.
Cultivators have very keen hearing, and now they remembered that the ancestor’s parents also participated in this arena before.
Qi Hao and Qi Xuan watched with excitement from below the arena, intending to defend the arena themselves, as fighting lightning wasn’t as interesting.
The two on the arena were nearly at the end of their match.
"I’ll go first," Qi Xuan said with a smile.
"Sure. Besides, once this challenge ends, you can count it as a successful defense." Qi Hao had no objections; it didn’t matter to the brothers who went first.
The successful defender was quite formidable. Qi Xuan only stepped onto the arena after one hour, when his opponent had recovered.
Qi Hong looked at his brother’s odds of winning at three-to-one; that was reasonable. He didn’t bet too much, just ten thousand Spirit Stones, fearing that betting too much would bring the odds down later.
Mu Tian watched Qi Xuan with a chuckle from below.
"This kid is cunning."
Zhu Huai’en’s eyes were full of smiles; these two apprentices truly received all his affection. Having spent so much time with them, he could say he treated them better than himself.
The battle between the two began, with Qi Xuan at Foundation Establishment Second Level and his opponent at Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, which was the reason the betting house offered a three-to-one payout; otherwise, under unfamiliar circumstances, it would be no more than two-to-one.
"Tan Qixuan of Xuantian Sect."
"Xu Wenjin of Sword Sect."
The referee announced the start, and Qi Xuan, having already watched from below, decided on a swift battle, starting without holding back, and truly knocking Xu Wenjin down within five moves.
Everyone was astonished. Xu Wenjin was also quite renowned as a Sword Cultivator in the Sword Sect, and yet he was struck down by a Xuantian Sect cultivator of a lower rank.
Xu Wenjin felt quite confused, unsure how he ended up down there.
Qi Xuan stood in the middle of the arena with his sword, waiting for challengers.
The disciples below were all fired up; how could a Xuantian Sect disciple defend an arena in the Sword Sect’s territory? That was too much!
Although the two sects were very friendly, this was absolutely unacceptable; it was too embarrassing.
A Mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciple jumped up, "Mao Buyi of Sword Sect challenges."
Qi Xuan returned the courtesy, "Please."
The referee announced the start, and neither held back. Qi Xuan’s intent was not to overly expose himself; swift victory was the best approach.
The betting below restarted, again offering three-to-one, primarily thinking Xu Wenjin had just gone through three matches and might lack physical strength.
Qi Hong placed down forty thousand Spirit Stones; this time, he bet it all.
The betting house mumbled, understanding that this couldn’t continue; there had to be limits in the next round. It seemed the Xuantian Sect disciple on stage must be exceptionally skilled.
Qi Xuan still struck down his opponent in the fifth move.
This led to even more discussion below. This couldn’t go on; it was too embarrassing for the Sword Sect.
Another Mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciple came up again.
The later-stage Foundation Establishment ones didn’t have the guts to come up, primarily because they were fighting against an Early-stage Foundation Establishment disciple. It would be too disgraceful for the late-stage ones to show.
The betting house, this time, offered two-to-one odds. Qi Hong placed five thousand Spirit Stones. Other disciples, seeing the situation, also started betting on Qi Xuan’s victory. This couldn’t go on.
So, the betting house immediately set a cap, with a maximum bet of only ten thousand Spirit Stones.
Qi Hong laughed inwardly, thinking the betting house would lose money today.
Qi Hong’s speed this time was also quite fast.
Only after Qi Xuan’s fourth successful defense did the Sword Sect’s disciples calm down, realizing that this couldn’t continue.
