On Big Boss Mountain, Yin Ji Huang placed a bet of eight billion celeste on Ye Qinghan dying in this round.
This bet wasn't considered high for a big boss, but the odds were 1: 30. Yin Ji Huang actually placed such a huge bet, which attracted some people's attention.
At this moment, Zhang Fan actually made a huge bet. He took out 15 billion celestial coins to bet with the Extreme Yin Emperor that Ye Qinghan would be able to leave the third stage alive. The odds were extremely low. Even so, if he won, he would still be able to win the Extreme Yin Emperor's 8 billion celestial coins.
Zhang Fan had just entered the Golden Immortal Realm, and this 15 billion was his net worth. Yin Ji Huang's eight billion was just a drop in the ocean.
Miao Zun looked at Zhang Fan solemnly. He tugged at Zhang Fan's sleeve and left the projection.
Outside Jing Fan's city, Miao Zun looked at Zhang Fan seriously and warned, "Junior Brother Zhang Fan, don't mess around. You just trust Ye Qinghan too much. That's why you came up with this hunting game. Now that you're betting with Yin Ji Huang, if you lose, you won't be able to make a comeback for millions of years."
Zhang Fan smiled and said firmly, "I believe in Ye Qinghan. He can survive the third round."
"Nonsense! There must be some in the open and some in the dark. Yin Ji Huang must have the confidence to kill Ye Qinghan since he dared to place such a huge bet. The tribe behind is part of the third round. You don't even know what he's doing, yet you're betting with your net worth. Are you crazy? "
Zhang Fan said confidently, "I can't guarantee anything else, but he can definitely pass the third round. Yin Ji Huang's eight billion celeste is mine."
Miao Zun couldn't do anything about Zhang Fan's stubbornness. He could only look at the projection silently.
Everyone was betting crazily. Many people lost so much that they cursed Ye Qinghan. They were betting on Ye Qinghan's death in every round. Naturally, many people lost. However, some people bet on Ye Qinghan's survival and won a lot.
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At the corner of the tribal street, Ye Qinghan walked into the inn. The decorations inside were simple and clean. It was as if the servants here had obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Ye Qinghan scanned his surroundings. Other than being too clean, there seemed to be no other problem. However, it was precisely because this place was too clean that it aroused his suspicions.
This was just an inn in a small tribe. It should have been messy and full of junk, but it was obviously different here. Many things seemed to have just been cleared away.
"There's a small problem with this inn. But logically speaking, the people from the Nine Kills Sect and Ultimate Peak Mountain shouldn't have arranged for people to kill me here. Aren't they afraid of implicating others?" Ye Qinghan was a little puzzled, but he did not take it to heart. The strength of this servant was only at the early stage of the Fairy Immortal Realm, so there was no need to worry about him. As for the adventurers, their strength was about the same, so they could not pose a threat to him.
When the servant saw Ye Qinghan walk in, he immediately went up to him and said respectfully, "Dear guest, are you here for a meal or for a room?"
"I'm here for a meal. Prepare a room for me and some bath water. I need it now," Ye Qinghan said calmly.
The servant immediately replied, "Yes, dear guest. The rooms are all empty now. Do you prefer the second floor or the first floor?"
"The first floor's room by the road." When Ye Qinghan came in, he discovered that the first room by the road on the second floor had a view of the bustling area. He could also see the people entering the tribe. If an enemy came, he would be the first to notice it.
After entering the room, Ye Qinghan closed the door. He opened a corner of the window and looked at the two ends of the street. As long as someone entered the tribe or the inn, he could see everything clearly.
The mysterious fluctuations of the projection were still there. Ye Qinghan still had not found the Golden Immortal who used the projection law. He also did not expect to find him. Even if he did, it would be useless.
Ye Qinghan glanced around and looked into the distance. There were no assassins or experts approaching.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Ye Qinghan waved his hand and opened the door. Two servants came in with two buckets of hot water.
Ye Qinghan casually threw ten thousand immortal coins to the two servants and said indifferently, "Prepare some meat with sufficient blood and Qi for me. I'll reward you with the rest."
"Thank you, esteemed guest." The two servants did not change their expressions. They bowed slightly and closed the door.
Ye Qinghan stared at the two's expressions as they retreated. His lips curled into a smile as he thought to himself, 'There is indeed something wrong with this inn. Those two are Eternal Heaven Immortals. They can't be considered true experts, but they are definitely not weak. They shouldn't be servants in this small tribe. Now that they saw such a huge reward, their expressions didn't change at all. It seems they don't lack money at all.'
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After some consideration, Ye Qinghan closed the window tightly and used the law to hide the surrounding Profound Mysteries. Even if the Golden Immortal wanted to cast a projection, he would not be able to enter the room.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan took off his bloodstained clothes and checked the hot water. After confirming that there was no problem, he washed himself thoroughly in the hot water. The sticky blood on his body was emitting a strange smell. This smell could expose his position. The sticky blood would even affect his movements. Even if it was just a tiny bit, it was enough to be fatal.
The hot water in the first bucket had turned blood red and a strange smell permeated the air. Ye Qinghan entered the second bucket and washed himself again. Then, he got up and changed into a set of battle clothes. This was a set of battle clothes given to him by Li Peize. Its grade was quite good. Ordinary Heaven Immortal experts would not be able to break through it.
Spirit Tamer Battle Clothes. Mid-tier Mystic Immortal Realm. It had an immortal rune defensive array inside. It could block 70% of an attack from a beginner Mystic Immortal Realm expert. It came from the Weapon Refining Immortal Sect. It was produced in very small quantities and was priceless. Moreover, it was priceless. Basically, one could only buy it through connections.
After Ye Qinghan dripped his blood to claim ownership, all the information about the Spirit Tamer Battle Clothes was transmitted to his mind. The purplish black battle clothes added to his aura.
Creak …
Ye Qinghan opened the windows of his room and dispersed all the aura in the room. Then, he laid on his bed and looked at the map silently, planning his next move.
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Downstairs, a few adventurers looked at each other and nodded to the two servants. Their aura did not fluctuate at all. Then, they knocked on the door of the backyard.
"I will kill him. You guys prevent him from escaping."
Right at this moment, a young man walked out from the backyard on the first floor. His white battle robe was fluttering in the wind. There were three words embroidered on his shoulder, "Nine Murders King". It was as though the words were alive and wanted to rush out from his immortal robe to kill without leaving a trace.
He was from the Nine Murders Sect. However, the others did not have the words "Nine Murders" on their shoulders, let alone the words "Nine Murders King".
The Nine Murders Sect had two King Realm supreme assassins. The King of the Lower Nine Gates, Nine Murders King, and the King of the Upper Nine Gates, Yang Feiwu.
Yang Feiwu was assigned to the last checkpoint. Who would have thought that the King of the Lower Nine Gates, Nine Murders King, would be assigned to the third checkpoint? It seemed like the Nine Murders Sect wanted to get rid of Ye Qinghan as soon as possible.
Several adventurers and servants bowed respectfully, and then left the room. They stuck close to the house and surrounded it in all directions.
The Nine Murders King silently went up to the second floor without leaking any killing aura. Or rather, there was no killing aura on him at all. There wasn't even the aura of a human. His concealment technique was definitely better than Yan Yunbei's. If they were at the same level, he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Yunbei.
The Nine Murders King took out an eerie fang from his bosom. It looked like a wolf's fang, but it was longer and sharper. The two sides of the fang were sharpened into a blade. The two sides of the blade had turned from white to black. It was obvious that it was filled with a deadly poison that would kill the victim the moment it touched the blood.
At this moment, Ye Qinghan was in deep thought with his eyes closed. He did not notice the Nine Murders King's approach.
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