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Upon hearing this, Qu Feng showed a faint smile on his face, stroked his goatee, and said modestly, âMy disciple is not very talented. I donât expect him to rank in the top ten. As long as his performance isnât too terrible, so that our Spirit Martial Prefecture branchâs resources wonât be reduced too much.â
Faced with Qu Fengâs unconventional approach, Qian Yuâs expression turned slightly stunned, thinking that it would be impossible for him to give up so easily.
After ten minutes, Qu Feng reluctantly said, âThis time, we wonât bet on the performance of my Spirit Martial Prefecture and your White Cloud County. Instead, weâll bet on which youngster can ultimately win the championship at the Third Grade Alchemist level. How about that?â
âHmm?â Qian Yu pondered for a moment, looking at Qu Feng for a while without hastily agreeing.
Because if they bet like this, he wouldnât have any advantage, and it wouldnât fit his intended purpose.
âOld Qian, Old Quâs proposal seems pretty good. Iâll join in as well.â The old man next to him said, âA small bet cheers us up, and we canât bet too big. 1â11 contribute a Blue Frost Pill Recipe.â
âHehe, I, Fang Tuo, canât miss out on this. Iâll contribute an Annihilation Pill Recipe.â
âIâll join tooâ¦â
And so, the surrounding old men joined in the bet one after another.
âAll, I can still handle a Sixth Grade pill recipe. Itâs within our acceptable range. 1â11 contribute a Revive Pill Recipe.â Qu Fengâs eyes swept over Lu Yun and the others, sighing, âAs the President of the Spirit Martial Prefecture branch, 1 naturally canât bet on other Alchemists to win the championship. Alright, Iâll bet on Lu Yun to win the championship. Just a Sixth Grade pill recipe, 1 can afford it, consider it a motivation!â
âHahaha, Old Qu is right. Itâs just a Sixth Grade pill recipe. Iâll bet on our branchâs He Feixiaâ¦â
âIâll bet on our branchâsâ¦â
Just like that, the old men joined the bet with confidence, betting on their branchâs Alchemist to win the championship.
For these experienced Sixth Grade Alchemists, contributing a Sixth Grade pill recipe was no big deal, just joining in the fun.@@novelbin@@
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people had joined the bet, and Qian Yu found himself in a dilemma.
Betting on their White Cloud County branchâs Alchemist to win the championship would mean giving away a Sixth Grade pill recipe for free, wouldnât it?
Although a Sixth Grade pill recipe wasnât very important to him, Qian Yu, who had always prided himself on his shrewdness, wouldnât go through with an act he knew heâd lose.
However, seeing the contemptuous gazes from those around him, he ultimately joined in.
The young participants below the stage naturally didnât know that the old men on the high platform had placed significant bets on them and were sizing each other up at this time.
As time slowly passed, the much-anticipated start of the Alchemy Conference approached.
When a crisp bell rang above the square, the noisy voices from both the audience and the competitors disappeared instantly, and the entire venue became extremely quiet.
After the melodious bell sound had completely faded, an old man seated in the center of the high platform shakily stood up.
This old man, who was nearing the end of his days, was none other than the President of the Ling Province Alchemist Alliance, Qin Ming!
His pair of vicissitudinous eyes swept over the six or seven hundred young, talented Alchemists in the participantsâ seats.
At the same time, these young Alchemists, who enjoyed the reputation of being geniuses from various counties, also cast their admiring and awe-filled gazes at this elderly man, who held the highest prestige in the Ling Province Alchemist Alliance.
âI, Qin Ming, announce in the name of the President of the Ling Province Alchemist Alliance, that the fifty-third Alchemy Conference begins!â
Boom!
With the sound of the True Origin-filled voice, the entire venue erupted in thunderous cheers, an overwhelming momentum that shook the heavens..