How could this monk recognize Master?
Princess Long was slightly surprised. Recently, there were so many masters that no one paid attention to those who were slightly less famous, let alone a rising star like Shen Zhenyi.
The fact that Monk Dreamless could recognize the Third Young Master Shen at a glance showed that he had put in a lot of effort in making this bet.
"I'm Third Shen of Abandoned Sword Villa."
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly, opened his eyes, and glanced at Monk Dreamless. The monk seemed to feel uncomfortable. He turned sideways and laughed dryly, "The Third Young Master Shen is really good at hiding. With such cultivation, he may even have a chance to become the champion of the Nine Zen Heavenly Fighting Ring. It's a pity that people are so ignorant that they don't know."
Shen Zhenyi said casually, "Isn't it the same for you, Master?"
This monk is actually very powerful?
Chu Huoluo was startled. Since it came from her master's mouth, it shouldn't be false. But no matter how she looked at him, she couldn't see what was so great about this ordinary-looking monk.
The monk laughed dryly and shook his head like a rattle-drum. "I'm a person who doesn't care about fame and fortune. Why would I compete for the champion position?"
"You don't care about fame and fortune, yet you still open a bet?"
Cynanchum Chinense couldn't help but mock him.
The monk frowned and rubbed his bald head. He smiled and said, "It's for my livelihood. I can't help it."
Cynanchum Chinense was speechless. How could he have the nerve to say that he earned this kind of money for his livelihood? It really made her speechless.
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about him. He said casually, "Master, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Monk Dreamless was suddenly energized. He nodded and said, "I'm in the peripheral business of betting. Naturally, I want to see the dark horse participating in the Nine Zen Heavenly Fighting Ring this time. If we can cooperate, we can make a lot of money."
He paused for a moment and smiled like a weasel who had seen a chick. He looked at Shen Zhenyi and said, "After seeing The Third Prince today, I already know that you are definitely the darkest dark horse. There is no need to look at the others. If The Third Prince is willing to deliberately keep a low profile and cooperate with this poor monk to lower the odds, we can earn at least a few million taels of purple gold. "
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long sucked in a breath of cold air. The people from the World of Eight Cultivators actually made such a huge bet?
Even though the Abandoned Sword Villa had a large business, its annual income was still far from that amount.
"Alright."
Shen Zhenyi didn't ask for more details and agreed immediately.
He turned around and asked Princess Long, "How much money did we bring this time? I'll take it all myself."
You're really confident in yourself!
Princess Long smiled bitterly and nodded. "The Old Villa Master was afraid that Master wouldn't have enough money to spend, so he asked me to bring 100,000 taels of purple gold. We didn't use much, so shall we take it all?"
Apart from the cost of the Earth Dragon Carriage, the inn, and the food, Shen Zhenyi didn't spend much money. He didn't even get 100,000 taels of purple gold.
"Let's take it all."
Shen Zhenyi didn't care about this little bit of money and placed the bet in one go.
Monk Dreamless whistled and exclaimed, "The Third Prince is really extraordinary. What a big bet! Since you're willing to bet so much, I have to put in some effort. No matter what, I have to make the odds more than 100. Young Master will definitely earn 10 million taels of purple gold this time! "
He thought for a moment and said, "But we don't have to bet this much money all at once. We can double it one by one and lower the odds to make more profit."
Shen Zhenyi didn't care. "I don't care about these trivial matters. I'll leave the money to you. You can do it."
He signaled to Princess Long to give 100,000 taels of purple gold to Monk Dreamless.
Even though Princess Long was the Princess of Dragons and had seen countless wealth, she couldn't help but be surprised — — Master was too generous!
Can this monk be trusted?
Princess Long hesitated a little when she handed over the gold. Monk Dreamless didn't hesitate. He jumped up and grabbed the gold into his arms. Then he walked away with a smile.
"Master!"
Cynanchum Chinense was stunned. "Aren't you afraid that he's a liar?"
That was 100,000 taels of purple gold! It was a huge amount of money that ordinary people couldn't spend in a hundred lifetimes. It was enough to buy a Spiritual Person Realm warrior. How could Master give it to a bystander casually?
Shen Zhenyi smiled but didn't say anything.
Princess Long quietly pulled Cynanchum Chinense. "When did you see Master make a mistake?"
In her heart, Shen Zhenyi was like a god. Of course, he wouldn't be wrong.
Cynanchum Chinense thought so and felt that it was reasonable. Anyway, the money was given and the person was gone. It was useless to be conflicted. She could only let it be.
In the next few days, Monk Dreamless didn't even show his face. However, the wind of the gambling competition gradually blew in the periphery.
There were about a hundred people who could enter the Nine Zen Heavenly Combat Arena this time.
Among them, the Elders of the Eight Sects and some well-known reclusive old monsters had higher odds. The second-best were the masters who had become famous more than a hundred years ago. As for those new talents, most of them were just accompanying.
Shen Zhenyi was very inconspicuous. Among these new talents, his odds were the lowest.
His opponent for the first battle was the Elder of the Divine Fish Sect, one of the Eight Sects. He hadn't stepped into the world for two hundred years and had already broken through to the Eighth Tier of the Spiritual Person Realm. He was very experienced and shrewd. Almost no one thought that Shen Zhenyi would win this battle.
There was also an Elder from the Twelve Sword Towers who came to participate in the arena. Shen Zhongshan specially sent someone to greet Shen Zhenyi.
"The Sect Leader said that The Third Prince is participating in the Nine Zen Heavenly Combat Arena this time to see the world. Anyway, you are still young and have a chance to wait for the next arena.
Once every four hundred years, Shen Zhenyi might still be able to wait.
Shen Zhongshan originally wouldn't let go of this arena. However, after he discovered the hidden dangers of the Sword Qi, he was cultivating in seclusion in order to break through. This time, he could only regretfully give up.
If the hidden dangers of the Sword Qi could be removed, Shen Zhenyi should be able to break through to the Ninth Tier of the Spiritual Person Realm. His lifespan would also increase, and he would be able to smoothly protect the Twelve Sword Towers and pass them to Shen Zhenyi.
Shen Zhongshan already saw Shen Zhenyi as his successor. His two sons were already dead, and Shen Zhenyi was more outstanding than both of them.
Shen Zhenyi didn't comment on the Twelve Sword Towers' concerns and suggestions.
It didn't matter to him how others saw him or how they judged his victory or defeat.
He only knew one thing.
There was no one here who was his opponent.
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