"Don’t worry, I’ll inform him about this first thing tomorrow morning!" Yin Tangyi promised.
Seeing this, you couldn’t help but frown and say, "Co on, tell him right now to avoid any mistakes later!"
"Alright then!" Ao Cangsheng replied, raising his hand and saying, "Second Uncle, I’ll head back first!"
Yin Tang nodded slightly and then quietly vanished into the night.
The day of the duel between Yin Wusheng and Ao Cangsheng finally arrived.
Since Yin was not conducting the duel in silence, the martial arts arena was already packed early in the morning.
These people were not just here for the spectacle, but were also responsible for the Yin Family’s decision to relocate.
In a short ti, a martial arts performance turned into a sea of people, many of whom ca to shout about Yin’s silence.
As all the martial artists were about to arrive, the Elder Council slowly walked up to the witness stand.
For the Elder Council mbers, not only were the Yin disciples surprised, but even the participants felt proud of Ao Cangsheng.
The reckoning was right; the alliance duel between Ao Cangsheng and Yin Wusheng wasn’t a significant matter, and there wasn’t any need to go through such trouble; even the Elder Council mbers were shocked.
Yet now, judging by how the Elder Council viewed others, they seed deeply concerned about this matter, which was sowhat puzzling.
The Martial Arts Hall was bustling. Ever since Yin Jing was quiet, the crowd below went crazy shouting at him, as if they were very interested in him.
Looking back at Ao Cangsheng, aside from Yin Tangyi and the four elders and their children, hardly anyone paid attention to him.
Certainly, the Yin Mansion people could do this because, in their eyes, Ao Cangsheng had always been considered an unimportant waste, not part of major education.
A waste dared to accept the silent challenge from the Yin. Though so found him brave enough, many thought arrogant Cangsheng to be crazy, pretending to be dead.
Within the young generation of Yin Jia, Yin Wusheng’s cultivation ranked first, but even then it was just in the top three, while proud Cangsheng wasn’t even at the bottom.
Thus, almost no one felt proud of Cangsheng. Even Yin Tangyi and others couldn’t imagine how proud Cangsheng dared to accept Yin Jing’s silent challenge.
Before the duel began, bets were already placed at five stations. In the grand ga, Yin kept silent, while proud Cangsheng had a 51-to-1 odds.
Yet despite this, Yin didn’t speak, and the group had a large deposit of gold and silver, while arrogant Cangsheng remained without a major one.
Seeing these circumstances, the bookmaker’s face turned grim. If no one boasted by the end of the day, he would have to pay consequences, as he knew arrogant Cangsheng wouldn’t win by the day’s end.
Just as the bookmaker was about to retreat, suddenly a girl walked over. The little sister wasn’t human; she was Yin Tangyi’s prize, Yin Qiuqian.
She had been watching the battle from the stage, but upon hearing the bettors’ comnts about Ao Cangsheng, her heart suddenly turned furious.
Though she was also worried about Ao Cangsheng’s duel, fearing he would be hard by Yin’s silence, she believed Ao Cangsheng wouldn’t fight with uncertainty.
So when she saw the odds on the big table rise to 51 to 1, no one thought arrogantly would win. She didn’t breathe a sigh but directly approached.
As she approached, people around the large table imdiately turned to her, curious about what she would do.
The grand disciple, soone connected to Yin Fu, saw Yin Qiao approach and asked, "So, does the lady want to place bets too?"
Yin Qianqiu glanced at it casually, saying nonchalantly, "Can’t I?"
The grand disciple caught the implication, chuckling, "Of course you can. Miss Swing could earn much money here. I just don’t know how."
Based on odds over 50%, if proud Cangsheng indeed won, the bookmaker would owe Yin Qianqiu 12 million gold. 12 million gold isn’t just a small amount to pick a fight.
So when he saw 22,000 silver notes in front of him, he refrained from getting up. He wasn’t afraid of losing, but if Yin Qiucian’s silver were won, Yin Tangyi would co to chat.
Yin Qianqiu seed aware of the difficulty. She added reassuringly, "You can rest assured this is my own will. I won’t inform my father, and if I lose, I won’t chase you for it."
This handling thod impressed the grand disciple, easing his mind.
Not long after Yin Qianqiu left, another person approached the big table. He was in his thirties, had a fair complexion, bright eyes, and wore a fine blue long robe.
Upon seeing this man, those near the big table woke up one by one, knowing this person wasn’t part of Yin Mansion but appeared here.
The bookmaker, who opened relations, cautiously scrutinized the middle-aged man and tentatively asked, "Sir, do you want to bet too?"
The middle-aged man smiled, nodding slightly. "It’s not decided yet, so I ca to play."
Upon hearing this, the man continued to chuckle, "Then, I wonder who my elder brother wants to back?"
On one side, he cast a sidelong glance at the silent Yin Jing reading the table. Honestly, he didn’t want that person to squeeze through.
From the perspective of the current grand bet, the bookmaker wasn’t winning much. If that person allowed Ron Yin to remain silent, the bookmaker wouldn’t gain profit forever.
The middle-aged man smiled and then eyed the table, saying, "I’m proud."
As he said this, the two guys by the side said in relief. As long as this man doesn’t play Yin’s side, what can he say?
"Does elder brother plan to bet a lot?" The bookmaker asked.
The middle-aged man took a piece from his sleeve, and when everyone clearly saw it, they found many money crystals.
Suddenly, people all around dressed up, waking like a wolf unexpectedly finding a plump rabbit, becoming instinctively humble.
Even the one picking things up, sensing fear for the middle-aged man’s moves, opened his mouth to inquire. Upon seeing the middle-aged man draw so many crystals, he reached out into his sleeve again.
Then, before the public’s eyes, the middle-aged man took yet another substantial quantity and gently placed it on the table.
After a bit of calculation, the total number of crystals taken out by the middle-aged man ca close to 30.
The quantity from Yuan Jing, even within Silver Mansion, constituted trendous resources. But when this man held it in hand, he didn’t even raise a brow.
After placing the two piles of crystals on the grand table, he allowed a breath, "Does elder brother intend to bet all the crystals in?"
The middle-aged man tidied his sleeves, softly saying, "Certainly, how else would I do?"
The issuing bookmaker said, "Do you intend to boast yourself?"
Upon saying this, he felt content about picking up items.
Excitingly, if he won so many crystals, he’d earn double profit.
But he feared the middle-aged man might also wager part on Yin Wusheng, aiming for dual coverage.
The middle-aged man confidently nodded, then suggested, "With money crystals of this scale, I’m proud to back the young master; if it’s lost, that’s trivial. But if I win, would you compensate with Yuan Jing, how does that sound?"
Once faced with this multidinsional crystal, the person clearly startled, montarily unable to respond to the middle-aged man’s proposal.
A while later, embarrassed, he said, "Elder brother, hang on. You’ve made quite a large bet there. I’ll have to discuss things with my master!"
Afterward, regardless of the middle-aged man’s words, the others imdiately vanished from sight in a hurry.
Soon after, with pleasure on one side, the bookmaker returned to the grand table.
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