Chapter 107

Chapter 107: The World’s Number One Heavenly One Sect

Word by word, Ye Wan Wan repeated, saying: “A hundred years ago, the number one of the Three Upper Sects, the Heavenly One Sect. The world’s number one Heavenly One Sect.”

Every word sounded like she was grinding her teeth.

No Shortage of Money seemed to search his memory, saying: “I think I’ve heard of it. Rings a bell. But are they joining this year? Do they have disciples? Do they have anyone who meets the rules? That sect only has some elders left, right? The Grand Sect Tournament doesn’t have matches for the elders.”

Each word was more poisonous than Fang He An’s mutated spirit root.

Ye Wan Wan didn’t want to talk to him.

She left the stall and entered the casino. No Shortage of Money followed.

Ye Wan Wan opened the betting page as soon as she went in. She saw the names of many sects. The list kept scrolling. Odds rose and fell with bets.

The first page showed about twenty sects.

The last ten spots kept changing.

But the top ten were steady.

In the top three, Ye Wan Wan saw two familiar names.

Xuan Tian Sect and Supreme Sect.

Among the Three Upper Sects, these two were the most qualified to fight for first. They had been fierce rivals for years. The third was Immortal Dominion Sect.

Just from the name, you could tell how arrogant they were. But they were often crushed by the Xuan Tian Sect and the Supreme Sect, so they were the long time number three.

By logic, these three would fight for the top three in each Grand Sect Tournament held every five years.

But this year was odd.

The top pick wasn’t Xuan Tian Sect or Supreme Sect. It was a sect called Primordial Mystic Sect.

Ye Wan Wan was surprised.

“What sect is that?”

No Shortage of Money explained at her side, saying: “A dark horse. Don’t you know? Five years ago they almost took first in all paths at the big meet.”

“This sect looks new, only a few decades old, but its roots go back to before the Xuan Tian Sect. They even produced a Tribulation powerhouse in the ancient days. They just fell on hard times for a while.”

“In the last twenty years they rose again. The sect has two geniuses, Lin Xuan Tian and Liu Zai Xi. Both are young heroes. They broke through to Golden Core at sixteen. In the last Grand Sect Tournament, it was their senior brother who came out. He broke through Golden Core at twenty and still took second place. This year the two brothers will fight. Lots of people are betting on them to win.”

Ye Wan Wan frowned and asked: “Can they win?”

“Their chance is big. Didn’t you see their odds have dropped below one? That shows how many people are betting on them. To be fair, the Supreme Sect also had a huge chance this year. But I heard their junior sister who broke through Golden Core at fifteen ran into trouble in some secret realm and was badly hurt. So it looks shaky now.”

“As for the Xuan Tian Sect, I heard a guy named Bai Yi showed up. His talent seems good. He broke through Golden Core at seventeen. His future is bright.”

Ye Wan Wan narrowed her eyes. Bai Yi…

That surname drew her attention.

“The rest have their own talents too, but most broke through after twenty. As for your Heavenly One Sect,” No Shortage of Money said.

Ye Wan Wan was already flipping pages. No Shortage of Money seemed to be flipping too. They couldn’t see each other’s screens, but she guessed he was searching, because he suddenly let out a puzzled sound.

“Found it. So that sect really exists. It’s on the last page.”

Ye Wan Wan saw it too. Last page, last place. Heavenly One Sect. Total bets: zero.

“…”

“They must auto sign up every big meet, but no one shows up each time. They’ve been at the bottom… hey, bottom for more than ten rounds. When you said number one, did you mean number one from the bottom?”

Ye Wan Wan stayed silent.

No Shortage of Money asked warily: “Are you really going to bet?”

“Bet,” Ye Wan Wan said.

“Little stall keeper, are you giving your spirit stones to the casino out of pity? Let me warn you. If the Heavenly One Sect still doesn’t send anyone this year, your spirit stones will go down the drain.”

“They will join,” Ye Wan Wan said.

“Oh?”

“Inside info. Believe it or not,” Ye Wan Wan said.

No Shortage of Money seemed to think and said: “Since you put it that way, I’ll go ask around who the Heavenly One Sect is sending this year. As far as I know, their disciples in the one hundredth generation are all over a hundred years old. Will an elder come join the youth matches?”

“…” Ye Wan Wan imagined the word elder being slapped on Yan Ju. She felt that Young Senior Uncle would come into the Spirit Market and stab this guy with one sword.

Ye Wan Wan took the seventy thousand spirit stones she just earned, added four hundred and thirty thousand herself, and placed a total of five hundred thousand, all on the Heavenly One Sect.

In a flash, the Heavenly One Sect jumped up to the first three pages.

No Shortage of Money clearly noticed and said: “Whoa, big move! Little stall keeper, aren’t you afraid of losing it all?”

Ye Wan Wan said lightly: “I’m not. If I lose, I’ll just raise the price of the Peace Talisman.”

No Shortage of Money said: “…”

What are you even saying!

No Shortage of Money fumed and shouted: “Greedy merchant!”

When Ye Wan Wan looked again, the Heavenly One Sect had jumped to the second page. Total bets: one million five hundred thousand.

“This Heavenly One Sect has to win for this young master!”

Ye Wan Wan was satisfied.

She told No Shortage of Money she would come up and sell talismans when she had time. No Shortage of Money waved her off and told her to go. He said he was always around anyway.

That made Ye Wan Wan curious.

“You’re that free?” she asked.

“Heh, once you have enough money, you’ll find you don’t need to do many things yourself. There are plenty of people to do them for you,” he said.

“I’ve never felt that,” Ye Wan Wan said.

“Work hard to make money, little stall keeper,” he said.

Ye Wan Wan left the Spirit Market and sat in thought at the inn.

So… was that one of his people?

Somewhere else, a young man in splendid clothes played with a jade ring and said: “This is really fun.”

The room around him was very lavish, even dazzling. It looked specially decorated and polished. Everything shone with gold. It did not look like a normal guest room at an inn.

Even though it was an inn.

But five days ago, someone bought it. Now it was private.

As the brocade clad youth toyed with the jade ring, a young cultivator climbed in through the window, furious, saying: “Awful. I’m so mad. I’m so mad!”

“What happened?” the brocade clad youth asked.

“The Jade Slip is gone,” the young cultivator said.

The brocade clad youth cackled with laughter and said: “I told you not to step into that muddy water, but you insisted. It’s just a Jade Slip. You wasted a whole year hiding inside those Immortal Gate sects. Now you finally got it, so what? You lost it anyway.”

The young cultivator gnashed his teeth and said: “If that nasty girl hadn’t snatched it, I would have gotten away. She better hope I don’t meet her. If I do, I’ll pay her back for stealing my treasure!”

The brocade clad youth cackled again and said: “Serves you right.”

“Shut up,” the young cultivator snapped. He gulped several cups of tea, then after a long pause asked: “Do you still have those talismans?”

“What for?” the brocade clad youth asked.

“They’re good stuff,” the young cultivator said, eyes narrowing. “If not for that thing, I would have died today. It helped me avoid a Death Tribulation.”

The brocade clad youth lifted the jade ring carelessly and said: “No more. The little stall keeper is busy lately and isn’t selling.”

He jumped to his feet and shouted: “Why isn’t she selling? What am I supposed to do if she won’t sell? You just don’t want to buy for me. I’ll find her myself. Where is her stall?”