C99 One Hundred and Twenty Million Low Grade Spirit Stones Bet

Wang Chengfeng was initially reluctant, but seeing that the First Prince had spoken, he found himself in a position where he couldn't refuse without offending him. With no other option, he acquiesced, "As the First Prince wishes, we shall follow your lead."

In a hushed tone, Ying Zhi leaned toward Qin Buyi and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you truly have confidence in this battle?"

Qin Buyi nodded firmly, "Whatever happens on the stage, Mr. Zhi, please do not consent to halting the fight."

Encouraged by Qin Buyi's assured demeanor, Ying Zhi settled back into his chair, "Alright, I'll fully support you, Mr. Qin."

Turning to Ying Ye, Qin Buyi proposed, "First Prince, continuing the duel this way lacks excitement. How about we raise the stakes?"

Ying Ye, with a mischievous glint in his eye, inquired, "And what stakes do you suggest?"

Qin Buyi laid out his terms, "Let's say we have three rounds. For each round I win, the First Prince owes me ten million Low Grade Spirit Stones."

"If I lose, I'll owe the First Prince the same amount."

Simultaneously, he covertly messaged Ying Zhi, "Mr. Zhi, I'll need to borrow ten million Low Grade Spirit Stones from you later."

The reason for the loan was simple: Qin Buyi had converted most of his valuable possessions into attribute points, leaving him without a penny to his name.

Without hesitation, Ying Zhi agreed, "Mr. Qin, Spirit Stones are no issue at all."

Ying Ye, with his right hand propping up his chin and a single finger raised on his left, countered, "Ten million Low Grade Spirit Stones seems rather paltry. If we're going to gamble, let's make it interesting. How about twenty million?"

Before Qin Buyi could respond, Ying Zhi interjected with a taunt, "Big Brother, twenty million still seems rather tight-fisted. Let me decide for Mr. Qin—we'll quadruple it to forty million!"

The First Prince's expression tensed; he hadn't anticipated Ying Zhi's bold counter. After a brief pause, he conceded, "Very well, as my younger brother suggests, let's make it forty million Low Grade Spirit Stones for the wager."

Qin Buyi hadn't anticipated Ying Zhi would go all in like this. He was just about to speak, "Mr. Zhi..."

But before he could get the words out, Ying Zhi cut in, "Mr. Qin, I trust you. It's only forty million Low Grade Spirit Stones per battle, right? I'm willing to go all out to curb that overbearing pride of yours."

"Mr. Qin, we may lose the battle but not our spirit. And if we do lose, so what? We'll just tighten our belts at the Third Prince's Mansion for a while and save up those Spirit Stones."

Ying Zhi's words sounded light-hearted, yet Qin Buyi understood the gravity of losing such a vast sum of Low Grade Spirit Stones.

Ying Zhi would surely face tough times ahead, having to slash expenditures significantly, not to mention the strain it would put on nurturing his forces.

The students and teachers gathered around, buzzing with excitement upon hearing the First and Third Princes' hefty wager.

"Such a bold wager, forty million Low Grade Spirit Stones on each battle."

"With three battles, that's a total of one hundred and twenty million Low Grade Spirit Stones. When converted to Middle Grade Spirit Stones, that's twelve million. And in Top Grade Spirit Stones? A staggering one million two hundred thousand. An absolute fortune!"

"I dream of the day I'll have that many Spirit Stones. A whole one hundred and twenty million! With that kind of wealth, I'd marry ten wives..."

Even Wang Chengfeng, standing on the stage, was taken aback by the princes' lavish stakes. After all, the College of Ming Dynasty's annual budget was barely over twenty million Top Grade Spirit Stones.

With a single gesture, Ying Zhi and Ying Ye had put forth an amount equal to one-twentieth of the college's yearly funds.

Qin Buyi turned to Wang Chengfeng and teased, "Dean Wang, aren't you going to throw in a little something to spice things up?"

Wang Chengfeng's face twisted with a hint of embarrassment before he vanished, retorting, "Qin Buyi, my friend, you jest. Where would I find so many Low Grade Spirit Stones?"

Qin Buyi was far from convinced by Wang Chengfeng's claim of not having that many Spirit Stones.

As a practitioner at the Mahayana Stage, one would be embarrassed to admit to such a rank if they possessed fewer than a hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones.

Moreover, as one of the three esteemed deans of the College of Ming Dynasty, it was a conservative estimate that Wang Chengfeng had at least several hundred million Low Grade Spirit Stones at his disposal.

Wang Chengfeng addressed Ying Zhi and Ying Ye, "Princes, do you have any objections to the forthcoming duel?"

Both princes shook their heads, indicating they had no further objections.

Wang Chengfeng declared, "With no objections raised, let the battle commence."

"Let's welcome the challenger, Qin Buyi, to the stage."

Qin Buyi soared onto the stage, positioning himself at one side of the arena.

Wang Chengfeng announced, "The College of Ming Dynasty presents its first Advanced Mentor, Teacher Suo Hu, who is in the early stages of the Tribulation Crossing Stage."

"Please, let's have Teacher Suo Hu join us on stage."

As Wang Chengfeng finished, a man dressed in black with an eye patch flew up to the stage.

Suo Hu ascended and, after bowing to Wang Chengfeng, turned to Qin Buyi and remarked, "Becoming an Advanced Mentor at the College of Ming Dynasty isn't something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can achieve."

"Do you, a mere Middle Period Combination Stage cultivator, really think you can become an Advanced Mentor? Are you dreaming?"

Qin Buyi responded coolly, "Referring to cats and dogs—are you speaking of yourself?"

"In my eyes, you're no more than a common fowl or cur. If someone of your caliber can be an Advanced Mentor, then why not me?"

A glint of murderous intent shone in Suo Hu's eyes as he retorted, "Clever words, young man. We'll see if you're still so defiant when you're writhing on the ground."

Qin Buyi's lips twisted into a smirk, his gaze icy as he shot back at Suo Hu, "Enough talk. Let's see the truth in action."

Suo Hu's face twisted into a sadistic grin, "Kid, I'll shatter your bones piece by piece and watch you die in agony."

Though the fight had not yet started, the stage was already charged with an electric air of imminent conflict.

The crowd below watched intently, their eyes fixed upward. For them, a battle at this caliber was a rare spectacle indeed.

Moreover, seeing someone from the Combination Stage daring to take on three Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivators in succession was an even rarer occurrence, given the vast difference in their levels.

"Master Suo Hu is so rugged and charismatic."

"That's a given. Master Suo Hu is the last to join the ranks of the eight senior mentors at the academy. He's definitely got some serious skills."

"The guy on stage is toast. How long do we think he'll last before Master Suo Hu takes him down?"

"Challenging a Tribulation Crossing Stage with just a Combination Stage? He's got to have an ace up his sleeve. I bet he can hold his own for at least a dozen rounds."

"You're giving him too much credit. I'll wager he'll be on his knees begging for mercy from Master Suo Hu in under three rounds."

"And what happens if you lose this bet?"

"If I lose, I'll hand over a thousand Low Grade Spirit Stones to you. If you lose, you owe me the same."

Wang Chengfeng surveyed the two combatants on stage, poised for battle, and the eager eyes of the spectators. Without further ado, he declared, "Let the first round of the duel commence!"

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