Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 282 - 283: Gambling Fight (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 282: Chapter 283: Gambling Fight (2nd Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

This was already the eighth treasure that Chu Fengmian had snatched away.

Although none of these treasures were excessively rare, having them stolen time and time again pushed Zhao Duanqiao to the brink of raging madness.

Zhao Duanqiao had come to the Pavilion of Miraculous Treasures yet had not managed to buy a single one.

He had paid a hefty price to engage Master Mu with the intent of browsing the Pavilion of Miraculous Treasures and finding a gift for his father.

However, with Chu Fengmian’s appearance, he found himself empty-handed.

If it wasn’t for the fact that martial artists were not allowed to strike out within the pavilion, Zhao Duanqiao would have longed to kill Chu Fengmian, to slay him countless times over.

He, the second son of the Zhao family, when had he ever been so humiliated? Even the numerous high-profile figures of the Nine Tripods Ancient City treated him with the utmost courtesy.

Yet today, he was driven to near madness by such an insignificant person as Chu Fengmian.

"How is it? Fuming because you can’t compete with Chu? Instead of wasting your energy getting angry, why not take a look at these treasures? It would be rather embarrassing to end up empty-handed in the end."

Chu Fengmian laughed heartily, showing no concern for Zhao Duanqiao’s fury.

Was Chu Fengmian doing this deliberately?

Of course, he was.

Zhao Duanqiao had offended Chu Fengmian, and there was no reason for Chu Fengmian to make his life easy.

Since he couldn’t physically teach him a lesson, he would use another method, such as letting Zhao Duanqiao leave empty-handed today, watching helplessly as countless treasures fell into Chu Fengmian’s hands.

"Master Mu, is there really no way to purchase a treasure before that brat gets to it?"

As Chu Fengmian left arrogantly, the rage on Zhao Duanqiao’s face was so intense it seemed as though he might bleed from it. He had reached his limit with frustration.

The most intolerable part was how Chu Fengmian strutted before him, flaunting as he purchased countless treasures right before Zhao Duanqiao’s eyes, and he could only stand by helplessly.

Previously capable of just articulating his courage through words, he now found himself utterly powerless.

Outside this pavilion, Zhao Duanqiao would have a thousand ways to retaliate, but here, he was without options.

The Pavilion Master was not someone Zhao Duanqiao could afford to offend, leaving him now on the verge of death from anger, with no means to deal with Chu Fengmian.

"Young Master Zhao, this youngster is very cunning. It’s not that I don’t want to buy the items. It’s just that as soon as I set my sights on something, before I can even make a move, he’s already purchased it," Master Mu replied with reluctance in his heart.

He was also a renowned master of artifact appraisal, yet now he was utterly subdued by a young upstart, which inflamed his annoyance.

It was as if Chu Fengmian had already foreseen which items he would be interested in, intentionally waiting for them to show interest before he would purchase them in front of them.

"It’s utterly maddening," Master Mu cursed internally. To be aware of every treasure in the Pavilion of Miraculous Treasures?

As one of the top artifact appraisal masters of the Qin Emperor’s domain, he could barely name half of all the treasures in this pavilion, and understood less than a third of them.

For a young upstart to know more than him was simply inconceivable.

This left Master Mu feeling extremely frustrated.

"Youngster, would you dare to make a bet with me!" Master Mu finally lost his temper when Chu Fengmian once again purchased an item before them and bellowed at him.

"Seeing how knowledgeable you are, would you dare to place a bet with me today?"

"Oh? Bet on what?"

Hearing Master Mu’s words, Chu Fengmian turned around, his eyes also brimming with a smile.

He had initially come in only intending to target Zhao Duanqiao and Master Mu, to have them both leave empty-handed.

But since Master Mu desired to gamble, naturally, Chu Fengmian was ready to oblige.

Why would one not feast on the fat meat that was delivered to their doorstep? Chu Fengmian was well-versed in all the rare wonders within the Pavilion of Mysteries. Now, he was quite curious to see what Master Mu intended to wager.

"Just bet on the rare item!"

Master Mu snorted coldly and pointing to a gigantic rock at least one person tall in front, he declared loudly.

"We’ll bet on what this huge rock truly is. Whoever guesses correctly, wins the bet."

"Hmm?"

Chu Fengmian’s gaze shifted, and he saw the giant rock that Master Mu was pointing at.

This rock, as tall as a man, seemed no different from an ordinary rock, except under the sunlight it exhibited an unusual, blood-red vein pattern, strikingly seductive.

While it appeared exquisitely enchanting, this giant rock possessed no Spiritual Power.

However, the sight was enough to evoke a strange sensation, a weird feeling that arose from within, most eerie.

In the Pavilion of Mysteries, this large stone had remained undeciphered for many years.

Hearing this call to wager, quite a few people within the Pavilion of Mysteries couldn’t help but gather around to enjoy the spectacle.

"To bet is fine, but what shall we bet?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Master Mu and laughed heartily.

"A bet without stakes is a bet Chu does not entertain."

"What kind of stake do you suggest?"

Master Mu, hearing Chu Fengmian’s remark, spoke disdainfully.

"If it were up to me to decide, I fear you might not have the means to comply and would use that as an excuse to flee. Today, you shall state the stakes."

Hearing Master Mu’s words, Chu Fengmian’s eyes shone with delight; it seemed a big fish was biting.

Although Chu Fengmian didn’t lack wealth now, who would ever think they had too much? If he could swindle a sum from Master Mu, that would indeed bring him even more joy.

Master Mu, a Semi-Saint and a master of appraisal, must surely possess a considerable fortune.

"Chu here is a vulgar man. Since we are to bet, why not wager a Nine Tripods Pill?"

Chu Fengmian declared with a boisterous laugh.

This statement instantly elicited laughter from those present.

"A Nine Tripods Pill? I thought we were betting on something substantial—it’s just a Nine Tripods Pill?"

"The bets in the Pavilion of Mysteries usually involve rare treasures. To think we’re betting on a pill..."

"Forget it, looking at that kid, he doesn’t seem like someone with many treasures; let’s just enjoy the show."

Many were chuckling, and even Master Mu burst into laughter upon hearing this.

He had expected Chu Feng to propose some significant stakes, but was it just the most common Nine Tripods Pill?

The Nine Tripods Pill was something you could just take for fun in the ancient city of Nine Tripods. Although Master Mu wasn’t exceedingly wealthy, he could still afford several tens of millions of Nine Tripods Pills.

"How much shall we bet, you name the amount, and I will match it," Master Mu confidently stated.