Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One – Wager (2/2)

“Oh,” Surprise came onto Gu Rong Ping’s eyes, “Shimei found some cold magnets?”

Su’s peaceful voice finally showed some emotion, “En, it’s already been cut. Four pieces.”

“Congratulations Shimei!” Gu Rong Ping’s heart was even more fretful. If Shimei went to forge a sword, she probably won’t come out in five years. His heart suddenly moved, “If this brother hasn’t remembered it wrong, if the cold magnet is made into a sword, it has to first be made into a sword billet. But this processing… …”

“I’ve already found someone,” Su’s voice returned to its usual faintness, “No need for Shixiong to worry.”

At this time, Chao An’s table erupted in laughter again.

“Ah, need to prepare for the match soon!”

“Yes, only Brother Chao can slack off.”

“A zhuji guy. If Brother Chao uses more than three moves, this one will disdain you.”

“Why don’t we make a wager? Wager on how many moves it will take Brother Chao to finish.”

“This is good. I bet three moves!”

“I wager one!”

“Okay okay. Be generous and stop mocking me,” Chao An bowed, “I just said it. Look, even if I win, I won’t get any benefits.”

The people jeered again.

Gu Rong Ping had just hit a soft nail with Shimei and was angry. Hearing the crow chat, he was even more furious. A cold light flashed through his eyes. He was young, of extraordinary cultivation, and famed. He was usually favored in the sect. No one usually dared to be so outrageous in front of him. His face was instantly dark.

He had just thought of standing up to teach this crowd a lesson when his eyes blurred. At some unknown time, Shimei had stood up.

What did she want to do?

“I bet ten moves,” Behind the light gauze, Su said faintly as she faced Chao An and the others. Her voice was not loud, but easily passed through the light gauze. This light gauze had isolation formations but they were not effective right now.

The table instantly became silent. Chao An’s face was frighteningly dark.

“Who, sir, are you? Please give a name,” Chao An smiled insincerely as he raised his hands in a greeting. Being slapped in front of his friends, could Chao An tolerate it? Because there were isolation formations on the light gauze, they could only see that there were two people inside. However, they could not see or hear their appearance or the content of their words.

“You do not have to know who I am. Bet, or no bet?” Su said, unaffected.

Gu Rong Ping was slightly surprised. Shimei was cold and indifferent. No one could be more clear about that than he was. She should not be interested in this kind of matter! But she was now wagering for someone else, this… …

What relationship did Shimei have with that person? Light rose in Gu Rong Ping’s eyes, his expression was slightly interested.

In front of so many people, if he didn’t accept this bet, then Chao An’s reputation would really sweep the floor. Couldn’t defeat a zhuji with ten moves? The other was clearly trying to humiliate him!

Chao An was extremely angry, but his voice was steady as he said, “Since Sire has said it, then this one will accept it. What to bet?”

“Anything,” A faint voice came out of the light gauze pavilion.

Chao An became even more certain the other was mocking him. A cold smile came out of his face. He took out a jade bottle and opened the stopper. Ling energy and a fragrant medicinal smell instantly spread in the air.

The people in the surroundings felt their minds jump. Some that understood lingdan became restless.

“Third-grade Intense Fire Dan. There are thirty six of them,” Intense Fire Dan was a lingdan that was a specialty of Fort Chao. The fire it contained was extremely domineering. It was a famous fire-type lingdan in Sky Moon Jie.

An item flew out of the pavilion. Chao An’s eyes focused and caught it.

“Dying Flowing Moon, third-grade.”

The people seated couldn’t keep still, and stood up, each one stretching their necks to look at the crystal bottle in Chao An’s hands. The crystal bottle was clear and flawless. The bottle itself was not cheap. Inside the crystal bottle, there was a fingernail sized ball of faint misty fluid.

Dying Flowing Moon. Supposedly, every ten years, there would be an extremely bright mid-autumn moon. Dying Flowing Moon was made from the moon light of that night. It was extremely valuable and rare!

Just this little bottle of Dying Flowing Moon, its value far surpassed Chao An’s Intense Fire Dan.

Chao An’s face was black.

Translator Ramblings: I had the hardest time translating Dying Flowing Moon (the Chinese is 月华流殇). There’s a lot in this chapter. There is a mysterious person that Wei Sheng confronts. We get to see Zuo Mo’s first opponent, Chao An, and one of Zuo Mo’s former customers, Su. She’s shown up twice before. Gu Rong Ping likes her~~~