Chapter 73 Bai Daobin

"Bai Jia's Cao Dansheng!"

As the referee announced the decision, cheers erupted from the Bai family camp, while the He family was somewhat indignant.

"Father, your son is not skilled enough."

He Qingsheng returned dejectedly, his face filled with disappointment and indignation.

"Fellow Daoist He's skills are actually not much weaker than his opponent's; he is only at a disadvantage in terms of magical artifacts."

Xu Yuanlang was telling the truth. The two magical artifacts used by Cao Dan were top-tier mid-grade first-tier artifacts, which greatly enhanced his combat power.

Among cultivators of the same level, those who possess such magical artifacts are virtually invincible.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, we have one win and one loss now. The final match depends on you."

He Yanjia was extremely relieved at this moment. Fortunately, he had managed to stabilize Xu Yuanlang in time, otherwise the situation would have been much worse.

"Since I have already promised you, I will naturally strive for victory. Just wait for me."

Xu Yuanlang walked through the crowd toward the arena, at which point he heard discussions coming from both sides.

"Who do you think will win the final match?"

"It's definitely the Bai family. Over the years, the Bai family has always been the one to win in the end."

"This time, things might really be different!"

"The odds are in: Bai's odds are 1.3 to 1, and He's odds are 3 to 1."

Was he really so underestimated? The long-lost sense of contempt began to ignite his fighting spirit.

"How can the odds be so low? Is the bookmaker spreading fake news again?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, especially the rogue cultivators who had suffered a crushing defeat. They glared angrily at the people who had run the gambling operation, wishing they could drag them out and beat them up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have just received news that the Bai family has reportedly brought in an inner disciple of the Qingming Sect as an external ally."

The Azure Nether Sect? Or an inner disciple? Everyone fell silent for a moment.

If that's true, it's only natural that the Bai family would choose this person to be their final support in the last match.

"How can this be allowed? It's one thing to invite Cao Dan, but now they've even invited disciples from the Qingming Sect. Isn't this just blatantly making us lose?"

No, I have to go and protest to the referee, this absolutely cannot be allowed...

He Qingsheng, who was following behind Xu Yuanlang, cursed loudly in dissatisfaction, but before he could make a move, he was held down by Xu Yuanlang.

"You really have absolutely no confidence in me!"

"Fellow Daoist Xu, that's not what I meant..."

He Qingsheng was sweating profusely and kept explaining.

"Don't worry, so what if they're disciples of the Qingming Sect? They're all at the late stage of Qi Refining, just like me."

When He Qingsheng looked up, he saw Xu Yuanlang's calm and still eyes, and for some reason, he also gradually calmed down.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, is that alright...?"

"Do me a favor!"

Xu Yuanlang interrupted He Qingsheng again and handed him a storage bag.

"There are five hundred spirit stones inside. Please bet on me to win."

He Qingsheng took it in a daze. Looking at Xu Yuanlang's calm and relaxed expression, if it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have even wanted to ask, "Where did you get the guts?"

"Five...five hundred dollars..."

"Haha, it is a bit less. If I wasn't worried that the bookmaker wouldn't be able to pay me enough spirit stones, I would have even bet my entire fortune!"

"After I win, please bring me two thousand spirit stones."

He Qingsheng didn't know how he got back. He only knew that when he placed five hundred spirit stones on Xu Yuanlang, he heard the laughter of the cultivators around him.

"Haha, the fools of the He family are still clinging to illusions."

"They are about to lose a fishing ground, and their entire family may have to disappear from the shores of South Lake."

"Maybe we can turn things around. As long as it's not over yet, there's always hope, right?"

"Hopefully, yes, otherwise it wouldn't be a 1 to 3 payout, haha!"

The laughter and mockery of the surrounding cultivators filled He Qingsheng with grief and indignation. If it weren't for the fact that they were in public, he would have fought with these bastards.

"You're back?"

His father asked calmly, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

"We may lose the fight, but we must not lose our spirit. Keep your heads up and look carefully at the ring. It doesn't matter if we lose this time. We will definitely get our revenge tenfold in ten years."

He Yanjia clenched his fists tightly, staring intently at Bai Jingxiu, his heart filled with resentment, but he still maintained a calm expression on his face.

Seeing his father so pessimistic, and with Xu Yuanlang's calm and unwavering eyes flashing before his eyes, He Qingsheng hurriedly asked.

"Dad, is there really no hope?"

He Yanjia did not turn around, but simply spoke in a calm voice.

"For an ordinary person to challenge a disciple of the Azure Nether Sect, hope? Unless the sun rises in the west."

"No, I think there's hope!"

He Qingsheng vigorously wiped his nose and hurriedly stood in front of his father.

"There is hope!"

A few breaths after Xu Yuanlang stepped onto the arena, a black-robed cultivator from the Bai family's direction slowly walked onto the arena.

After coming up, the other person did not make any move, but walked to the other side and closed their eyes to rest.

The referee bowed to the black-robed monk and then addressed the crowd below.

"Bai Daobin of the Bai family versus Xu Yuanlang of the He family!"

"Baek Do-bin?"

"Isn't Bai Daobin a member of the Bai family who has entered the inner sect of the Qingming Sect? It is said that he is highly regarded by the Golden Core cultivators within the Qingming Sect."

"No, we need to raise the stakes and bet everything on the white team to win."

Listening to the murmurs of the crowd below, Xu Yuanlang looked at the other person with some curiosity. This guy in front of him seemed to be quite famous.

"My name is Bai Daobin. You must be from out of town!"

The black-robed cultivator's indifferent voice came from behind, as if he found it too cumbersome, and he simply took off his black robe.

The young man in the black badge had eyes as sharp as lightning, long and narrow at the corners of his eyes, and a sharp mouth, making him look like a sharp steel knife that inspired fear.

"I just happened to be passing by. Is there some kind of rule that non-locals can't participate?"

"No, but the locals will admit defeat as soon as they hear it's me. They're very pragmatic, which is why I thought you might be from out of town."

Bai Daobin spoke slowly, and the surrounding cultivators gasped in surprise, especially the young female cultivators, whose eyes shone with admiration.

"Fellow Daoist, you've got quite the nerve!"

"There's no way around it. I've won since I was a child. I've never lost by the South Lake. It wasn't until I went into the sect that I realized there are always higher levels out there."

"Yes, yes, that's the arrogant tone. This kid is indeed Bai Daobin."

Among the onlookers, some cultivators seemed to recall their painful past experiences and couldn't help but speak up.

"I have now reached the Qi Refining Perfection stage and am preparing to establish my foundation. I was unwilling to appear today, but I could not refuse the clan leader's invitation."

"Fellow Daoist, your cultivation is only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. If you admit defeat, you'll suffer less physical pain."

Xu Yuanlang wasn't easily intimidated; he simply shook his head slightly.

"unnecessary!"

When Bai Daobin saw that Xu Yuanlang dared to defy his good intentions, his eyes lowered slightly, and a flash of killing intent passed through them. Of course, Xu Yuanlang responded with nine fierce sword lights.