Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Two – Bet (2/2)
A person of unknown origins had publicly threw out a bottle of Dying Flowing Moon, wagering that Shidi could make it through ten of Chao An’s moves. It instantly caused a furor. Originally, no one had been interested in the match. But now, this match had become the most talked out and attractive match.
Wasn’t that putting Shidi onto a fire to roast?
Shidi had shut himself in the yard the past few days, and was working on something she didn’t know. She was extremely worried. Shidi should be practicing the sword some more, honing himself before the fight, even if it wasn’t effective, at least it would look good!
In the time that Shidi had stayed at the store, she had never seen him practice the sword.
Did he think he could win with those useless low grade formations? She naturally was not opposed to Shidi studying formations, but formations were more likely used in dan-making and forging. They were not very effective in fighting.
At this time, he shouldn’t be working on formations!
Wei Sheng travelled on the Splitting Rainbow as he landed in Dong Fu. He had gone back to Wu Kong Mountain and reported to the sect leader about the white-clothed male before rushing towards Dong Fu. Zuo Mo was in the first match. If he came late, he would miss Shidi’s match.
As he entered Dong Fu, the bustling crowds on the street was a small surprise to Wei Sheng.
Differing from Zuo Mo, Wei Sheng was full of interest towards the Sword Test Conference. A chance to spar with different kinds of experts, it was really rare. Just thinking about it, he felt his blood boil, and his desire for battle rise.
He suddenly thought of Zuo Mo and couldn’t help but smile. With Shidi’s lazy personality, he definitely wouldn’t be interested in the Sword Test Conference. When he thought about Shidi’s unwillingness to compete, and his helplessness against the sect leader’s order, he felt it was extremely humorous.
Shidi was very talented. It was a pity he was not interested in the sword. If this time, it could force him, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Wei Sheng was an exceptionally pure sword xiu. When Zuo Mo had been focusing on ling farming in the beginning, he hadn’t felt anything. But when Zuo Mo’s talent in cultivating the sword was revealed, but he was obsessed with other things, Wei Sheng felt it was a great pity.
Suddenly, he heard words from the surroundings.
“How many moves did you bet?”
“Three moves. Zhuji against ningmai. If he could make it through three, it will be the max.”
“Oh, I don’t know what Wu Kong Sword Sect was thinking, sending a little zhuji guy to embarrass themselves.”
“Yeah. I heard his main focus is dan-making. He shouldn’t be coming here!”
A person argued, “It’s not certain he’ll embarrass himself. Dying Flowing Moon, who has it? A person that has Dying Flowing Moon, would they not have good eyes? From what I see, this Zuo Mo definitely has real skill!”
“Real skill? Ha! Even if he has skill, he’s only in zhuji!”
… …
Wei Sheng’s expression became very ugly. He barely suppressed the impulse to beat up those people.
Along the way, he heard many similar discussions.
He strode to the doorway of a casino.
“Hey, Mister, do you want to try out your luck? Dong Fu’s hottest betting match, wagering how many moves, extremely interesting… …”
Wei Sheng prepared to speak when a voice came from behind him.
“Take out all the jingshi you have right now.”
Robbery? Wei Sheng paused and couldn’t help but turn around.
The person speaking was a round faced man. There were two males and one female standing in front of him. The three of them seemed extremely frightened of the round-faced man, seem to be very timid in front of him. When the round-face man spoke, the three hurriedly took out all the jingshi they had.
“Wager Zuo Mo wins,” The round-faced man said briskly.
Yan Ming Zi couldn’t resist, “Chang Shixiong, this Zuo Mo… …”
“En?” The round-faced man glanced at Yan Ming Zi. Yan Ming Zi’s heart jumped and the words that reached his mouth shrunk back. Hu Shan and Tao Zhu er were docilely standing with their heads down at the side. The two of them were cursing Yan Ming Zi inside.
Old Yan, you dumbass. You don’t want to live, but don’t pull us along… …
Wei Sheng looked with slight surprise at the round-faced man. This was the first he had heard that someone was betting Shidi would win. He noticed the clothing of the three people behind the round-faced man had the symbol of Ling Ying Sect. Didn’t Ling Ying Sect have a grudge against Shidi?
Chang Shixiong… … Wei Sheng seemed to understand.
The worker that was guarding the door looked at the four like he was looking at idiots. Seeing the jingshi in Yan Ming Zi’s hands, he couldn’t help but drool. He cursed inside. This group was really wastrels. If they had that much jingshi, give it to him, don’t throw it in the water!
Of course, none of it showed on his face. He praised, “Sire’s eyes are very unique!” But he still hesitated, “All on Zuo Mo winning?”
“Bet,” The round-faced man said.
Taking the receipt, the round-faced male turned and left. Yan Ming Zi and the others exchanged a look and could only dispiritedly follow behind.
“Really wastrels!” Once the round-faced man left, the worker of the casino seemed to have opened a flood, continuously talking to Wei Sheng, “Just look. Aren’t those people mental? From the time the betting started, no one has bet on Zuo Mo winning! They just aren’t thinking of jingshi as jingshi. What do you say, a zhuji defeating a ningmai, is there anything as hilarious as this? Wastrels, really terrible wastrels… …”
He shook his head, saliva flying.
“Fifty pieces of third-grade jingshi.” Wei Sheng smiled and handed over the jingshi.
“Great. How many moves are you betting? Look here, this is the odds for each move… …”
“Bet on Zuo Mo winning.” Wei Sheng kept on smiling gently.
The worker was dumbstruck.
Translator Ramblings: Guess what’s the hottest new thing about town? Just how badly Zuo Mo would lose!