Chapter 1054: Little Haowie Needs To Be a Good Boy (1/2)
Chapter 1054: Little Haowie Needs To Be a Good Boy
Meng Hao was just about to leave when he heard the words and stopped in place, his heart thumping.
He slowly turned to look back at the nine Sea Realm Demons who had repeatedly done everything they could to provoke him. Although he was truly convinced that his own excessive killing had caused this irreconcilable conflict, the regret he felt was mostly gone thanks to the actions of these Demonic cultivators.
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong. Sometimes the only thing that matters... is who has the power to back up their words!
Only the powerful could back up what they said!
As soon as Meng Hao heard the Sea Realm Demon mention the word 'bet,’ he thought for a moment and then smiled. It was a bashful smile, and a bit apologetic.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said hesitantly.
“Cut the crap!” said the Demonic cultivator. “Do you have the guts to make the bet, or not!?” Immediately, the other Sea Realm Demons started laughing. As for Long Tianhai, he looked over with cool indifference.
They didn’t know Meng Hao, so they had no idea that concealed beneath that bashful smile was a temper so violent that even words like conniption or paroxysm couldn’t describe it.
“No bets for me!” Meng Hao took a deep breath and decided to take the high road for once. He once again turned to leave.
“So it turns out that the Crown Prince of the Fang Clan doesn’t dare to make real bets,” said the seventh of the nine Demonic cultivators. “The only thing he can do is bully Fan Dong’er!” His words were venomous and cold, and instantly put Meng Hao in a bad position with the other disciples of the Nine Seas God World.
“Crown Prince?! Pshhh, weak. Seems like the Fang Clan... is nothing special after all!”
“Don’t even mention the thing about being a joint disciple of the Three Great Daoist Societies. This guy is as cowardly as a mouse!” The Demonic cultivators continued to spew increasingly vitriolic words. Their taunts were reaching the point of being direct verbal attacks.
Meng Hao once again stopped in place and slowly turned around. His face was bright red, as if he was barely capable of containing his rage as he stared at the nine cultivators, panting.
“What a bore! This guy can't do anything other than cheat! Useless! Even when making bets, the only thing he can do is bully girls! Screw him!”
“Alright, what do you want to bet!?” growled Meng Hao through gritted teeth. He glared at the Demonic cultivators and took a few steps backward, as if he were bracing himself to do something he didn't want to do, but had no choice but to do.
The Nine Demons of the Sea Realm looked at him with cold smiles. The person to reply was the third Demon, a woman.
“Well,” she said, “obviously we’ll bet to see if you can get into the top ten of one of the other golden gate stone steles! Without cheating like you did in the ninth stele, of course.
“As for the stakes, let's say 100,000 Immortal jades, as well as 5,000,000 spirit stones!
“If you can’t get into the top ten, you don't have to pay any spirit stones, you just have to get the hell out of the Ninth Sea! And if you ever step half a foot back inside, you’ll be killed in body and spirit!”
Meng Hao's face twitched slightly, and after taking a deep breath, he started laughing loudly.
“What piddly stakes! You want to bet with me like that? Fan Dong’er and I have a long-standing friendship that you don't even know about. Our bet from before was just for fun! If you really want to make a wager, then you have to put up 10,000,000 Immortal jades!!
“Do you have the guts to make the bet, or not!?” Meng Hao spoke the words especially loudly. After pausing for the space of a few breaths without hearing a response, he started to laugh coldly.
“If you don’t have the guts, then forget about it,” he said, quickly backing up as if he wanted to take advantage of the silence to leave.
“You’re on!” Long Tianhai said coolly, his first time speaking. “However, if you lose, you’ll have to leave behind your four limbs for us as a souvenir.” His words instantly caused the other eight Demonic cultivators to look very excited.
“You....” said Meng Hao, appearing to be very shocked. His face was extremely grim as he stared back at Long Tianhai. Finally, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth hard and said in a cautionary tone, “What I said was 10,000,000 immortal jades PER golden gate stone stele. With eight steles, that means that if I can get into the top ten of all of them, you’ll owe me 80,000,000!”
Gasps could be heard in the crowd, from both ordinary cultivators and Demonic cultivators alike. This was an incredible, shocking wager, the types of which were rarely seen in the Ninth Mountain and Sea.
“80,000,000 Immortal jades.... Heavens! How many spirit stones would that be worth?”
“Enough to equal the life savings of an entire mid-sized clan of cultivators!”
“These people are crazy....”
Even as the crowd went into an uproar, the nine Sea Realm Demons were internally shaken by Meng Hao’s words. Even Long Tianhai’s face fell.
10,000,000 pieces of Immortal jade was a sum they could just barely scrape together. As for 80,000,000... that far exceeded their limit. Even for the Demonic Cultivator Horde as a whole, it was no small amount.
The other eight Demonic cultivators hesitated. Their plan to make a bet with Meng Hao had been come up with on the fly, and had quickly reached the point that they didn’t dare make any decisions unilaterally. All of them turned to look at Long Tianhai.
An unsightly expression could be seen on his face as he stared at Meng Hao.
Meng Hao seemingly sighed inwardly, and was just about to speak up as if he were going to give the Demonic cultivators a way out of the bet, when Long Tianhai’s eyes glittered.