Of course, it was definitely not Yi Chengzi who sabotaged it.
The next day, within Ming Xiang Tower, colorful lanterns were hung high, and a wave of applause filled the grand hall!
"Brilliant! In this Legal Assembly, with Predecessor Divine Strategist Bai Xiao removing that despicable Star Lord, it is eight or nine out of ten, an impressive record indeed. I wonder, regarding the champion of this spell duel, which person does Predecessor favor more?"
A person stood up beneath the high platform and asked with clasped hands.
Thanks to Divine Strategist Bai Xiao’s prophecies for the other matches, he had made quite a bit, enough to gather the resources for the True Monarch realm.
Gui Erchun was nested in a corner, with a plate of fennel beans and a small pot of alcohol on the table, silent and without a word.
The excitement belonged to others, and he, he had nothing.
"This old man feels unworthy to all of you. Lord Tan Lang is always full of surprises, hiding too deep, and this old man was negligent."
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"However, this old man still has his eyes on Xue Lingzi, a fellow Daoist. Everyone must have already heard from me about the reasons behind the previous grand battle between Xue Lingzi and Supreme Daoist Sect’s Zuo Wangji. If my prediction is correct, Xue Lingzi should still have a trump card. Everyone, just wait for the dragon’s roar~"
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"To show my sincerity today, and for the sake of my reputation as Divine Strategist Bai Xiao, I am betting all my wealth, including the magic treasure I carry, even pledging it as collateral.
In my humble opinion, I believe that Xue Lingzi will win by a large margin. If not so, for the rest of my life I’ll make a vow of Daoist conscience, never to comment on any duel again."
"Of course, these are just the words of this old man. Spell dueling comes with risks, so everyone should still be cautious."
"Brilliant! Predecessor’s generosity is admirable."
"Predecessor’s misjudgment before was entirely due to that despicable Star Lord being excessively cunning, no need for self-reproach," a cultivator in the crowd said as he shot up and spoke aloud.
For a moment, everyone nodded in agreement.
"A bet is not a loss? A bet is not a loss! Good! I, Gui Erchun, shall take you up on that, Lord Tan Lang."
Gui Erchun, sitting in a corner, tilted his head back and poured a mouthful of turbid wine down his throat before standing up and walking towards a shop. He was willing to sign another hundred-year-long contract and gamble once more.
The wind on the long street was a bit strong today, blowing up Gui Erchun’s leek-green robe.
Although Gui Erchun’s magical body was long immune to cold and heat, for some reason, his great hand tucked inside his sleeve shivered slightly, and a chill touched his heart.
He looked up at the slightly whitened sun in the sky and felt a fine layer of cold sweat form on his forehead. Gui Erchun stood outside a shop, hesitant to enter, his expression changing uncertainly.
"Damn it, why so many visiting cards? What Dao could a poor Daoist like me discuss with such a man? I refuse to meet him." Yi Chen threw a pile of visiting cards onto the table, turned, and walked back into the quiet room, the last card bearing the name of Zuo Wangji.
A big battle was imminent; he too needed to prepare thoroughly.
What Yi Chen didn’t know was that at that very moment, Xue Lingzi had just sent away the fifth wave of Daoist visitors, and he felt his facial muscles were slightly rigid.
There was no choice; Chen Haichao himself had come to assign him this task. Those presenting visiting cards were all the elders and preeminent figures from the demonic sects, even persons from neutral sects. This matter was greatly beneficial for their Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect’s future challenges against Wuding Divine Sect, so he had to comply.
After a brief demonstration, the people left satisfied, and a huge wealth once again flowed into the booth, lowering Xue Lingzi’s odds even further, which was then completely absorbed by a mysterious force.
Two opposing parties silently took shape, with turbulent undercurrents beneath them.
At this moment, Ye Qingxue of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect was also speaking to a beautiful woman about something.
"Qingxue, you have so much confidence in Lord Tan Lang? Many people now seem to favor Xue Lingzi more," said the beautiful woman with a light chuckle.
"Master, it’s because they haven’t truly fought against Lord Tan Lang. After pondering for days, Qingxue has discerned something. If they had faced Lord Tan Lang directly, they would know that he is like the iceberg in the sea, with only the tip visible above the water."
"Surpassing him is Qingxue’s goal."
Ye Qingxue’s eyes were bright, her words alive with Sword Qi, and beneath her delicate feet, a circle of sword wheels emerged, with a purple sword shadow rising abruptly from her gaze.
"Good! Good! Good! To break and then establish, on that day, Qingxue, your breakthrough was interrupted by Lord Tan Lang on the battlefield. I thought it would take you several more years to form a sword domain, but now it seems you have achieved it. With your current strength, you now have the foundation to spar with Zuo Wangji."
The beautiful woman burst into hearty laughter upon seeing this, and after pondering briefly said, "That being said, I still favor Xue Lingzi, but since you, Qingxue, insist, then our Qian Yuan Sword Sect shall also take a hand in this, of course, still wagering a smaller amount."
The same scene was playing out within various major sects; for example, Zuo Wangji of Supreme Daoist Sect favored Lord Tan Lang, while Que Yunzi of the Fortune Dao Sect believed the opposite. In a short time, the major sects were divided into two factions: One supporting Lord Tan Lang and the other Xue Lingzi.
The upper echelons of the sixteen top-tier sects seldom witnessed such grand events and, driven by excitement, began to wager privately, elevating this assembly to a new level.
When those above show interest, those below are sure to follow. Various powerful figures joined in one after another; they could pull out a single leg hair, and it would be thicker than someone else’s waist, drawing countless cultivators who were initially indifferent to join the betting.
The depth and breadth of this Great Qin Legal Assembly’s duel were spreading like a virus, far beyond anyone’s expectations, with all eyes watching.
The event had grown so large that even figures like King Jing and Martial King couldn’t swallow it whole, and numerous private gambling boards flourished everywhere.
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Time, like an unfaithful man, never stops for any woman. In the blink of an eye, the day to decide the champion of the Great Qin Legal Assembly had arrived.