Feng Ninghe said with mock seriousness, "Uncle, Sixth Master has his temper. It's not easy to see him. As the head of the Feng family, you have an easier time meeting him than I do. You should go yourself."
With that, she lost interest in dealing with Feng Guangyao and turned to leave.
"This..."
Watching the woman's graceful departure, Feng Guangyao stood frozen, unable to look away for a long time.
He couldn't imagine that Feng Ninghe would just leave before he had even finished speaking.
He had originally hoped that this wretched girl could be of some small help, but Feng Ninghe's indifferent attitude showed she wasn't even willing to offer that little bit of assistance.
Feng Guangyao's gaze darkened, his face contorted with ferocity, his sharp eyes harboring murderous intent.
Since Feng Ninghe couldn't help at all, and this woman was useless, it was better for her to die.
After all, she should have died five years ago. Living for an extra five years was more than enough...
Shi Wan.
Old Man Xu sat on the ground, cradling a fifth-grade medicine furnace with great affection. A look of intense joy was on his face, and he occasionally exclaimed, "The First Prince is truly wealthy. With this medicine furnace, my pill refining will be twice as effective with half the effort."
"I have a more profitable business here, interested?"
At that moment, a clear female voice drifted in from outside the house.
Old Man Xu's eyes lit up at these words. He gently stroked his goatee, his eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe, "Tell me about this more profitable business."
His gaze betrayed his inner thoughts.
It would be foolish not to engage in a profitable business.
He was a smart man, how could he let a profitable opportunity slip away?
Feng Ninghe's eyes curved, her red lips lifting in a bold smile, her eyes sparkling with light...
Time passed day by day, and the Hundred Arena Competition drew ever closer.
In just a few days, the Li Kingdom was in an uproar. Countless people eagerly awaited the Hundred Arena Competition, and overnight, numerous gambling houses, large and small, sprang up across the Li Kingdom.
From somewhere, a wealthy cultivator appeared, spending one million spirit stones to bet on Feng Ninghe emerging victorious in the Hundred Arena Competition and ranking within the top ten.
The cultivators participating in the Hundred Arena Competition were at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, with some of the more powerful ones already reaching the Golden Core stage.
And then there was Feng Ninghe, merely a useless person who couldn't cultivate. Even if she could last a few rounds in the Hundred Arena Competition, she would definitely not be able to break into the top ten.
Seeing this as a sure bet, everyone rushed to place their bets on Feng Ninghe losing, anticipating their winnings.
Even the scions of noble families joined in the excitement, wagering some spirit stones on Feng Ninghe's defeat.
The First Prince's Manor.
Since his treasury was looted, Baili Ye had been dispirited day after day.
Upon hearing that someone had spent one million spirit stones betting on Feng Ninghe's victory, Baili Ye let out a cold laugh.
He reached out and gently touched a jade thumb ring on his finger.
With a flash of spiritual light, he retrieved the last of his fortune from the jade thumb ring and handed it to the guard beside him, "This box contains fifty thousand spirit stones. Take it and bet on Feng Ninghe losing. Find a way to win some money."
These days, he had begun selling off his possessions, taking out valuable items from the jade thumb ring, and only then could he barely afford to support his subordinates.
This couldn't go on long-term. He had to find a way to earn some spirit stones.
If he won the fifty thousand spirit stones, he could at least get a share of the spoils.
Once he became a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he would no longer have these worries and would have a reason to ask the Emperor for spirit stones and heavenly materials.
Logically, he had exceeded the age to participate in the Hundred Arena Competition, but with Mo Zisang's help, if he proved himself, he could enter the Immortal Sect with Mo Zisang's assistance.
On the bustling street.
Two figures, one large and one small, were weaving through the street.
"Uncle Xi, the Hundred Arena Competition is in two days. So many people are betting at the gambling houses, why don't we place a bet too?"
Si Xin Xin's bright eyes widened, and her tender little hand gently tugged at A Xi's sleeve, "We'll just place a bet. I promise I won't run off."
Ever since she got lost last time, A Xi had been watching her even more closely, as if he wished he had more eyes to keep an eye on her.
A Xi intended to refuse, but Si Xin Xin didn't give him the chance. She grabbed his sleeve and quickly pulled him into the gambling house.
Upon arriving at the gambling house, Si Xin Xin emptied all the spirit stones she had, unhesitatingly piling them onto the side betting on Feng Ninghe to win.
The spirit stones on the side betting on Feng Ninghe to lose had already piled up into a small mountain.
Only Si Xin Xin was betting on a win.
"Uncle Xi, you must have some spirit stones on you too."
She looked up at A Xi, her lively eyes appearing exceptionally innocent, yet also chilling.
Understanding the girl's intention, A Xi instinctively hid his money pouch behind his sleeve, his expression unchanged, and replied earnestly, "I used all my spirit stones to buy you small sugar figures, I don't have money to bet."
Even if he were to bet, he would bet on Feng Ninghe to lose.
Otherwise, wouldn't this be pure prodigality, throwing money away?
Si Xin Xin blinked her eyes, standing obediently in place, and chirped towards the back of A Xi, "Daddy, why are you here?"
The words successfully attracted A Xi's attention.
As he turned to look back, a small hand quietly crept onto his sleeve and forcefully pulled the money pouch he was holding.
With that pull, a cool breeze swept towards A Xi.
Before he could react, Si Xin Xin had already piled the entire money pouch onto the betting table, "I bet that the eldest daughter of the Feng family, Feng Ninghe, will win the competition and rank within the top ten!"
A Xi panicked and quickly reached out to retrieve the money pouch.
The moment his hand extended, the gambling house owner slapped it down, "Once the bet is placed, it cannot be taken back."
The other people who had come to place bets looked at them as if they were fools.
In everyone's eyes, Feng Ninghe was bound to lose.
To dare bet on her winning was practically offering money to the house.
A Xi did not believe Feng Ninghe could win the competition and break into the top ten.
His eyes were filled with heartache as he stared at the silver taels on the betting table, feeling as though his heart was bleeding. He kept lamenting, "My spirit stones! These are all the savings I've painstakingly accumulated over the years!"
Seeing his heartbroken demeanor, Si Xin Xin generously extended her small hand and gently patted his hand, offering comfort, "Uncle Xi, the beautiful sister will definitely win, and then we'll earn back both the principal and the interest!"
A Xi looked at the small face before him and concluded that this girl was simply innocent and carefree. His expression grew even more distressed.
Across the entire Li Kingdom, who didn't know that Feng Ninghe was a cultivation waste? Everyone was betting on her to lose.
How could this woman possibly win?
A Xi forced out a few tears, staring at the spirit stones on the table with utter grief.
If he had known this day would come, he would have spent all his spirit stones.
Now, his hard-earned savings were gone.
As everyone eagerly anticipated, the day of the Hundred Arena Competition finally arrived.