Summit Farmer
Chapter 1140: The Battle Begins_1

Chapter 1140: Chapter 1140: The Battle Begins_1

After coming out, Peter Brown handed the remaining vials of medicinal potion to Aurora Taylor, saying, "This is your fleeing fund."

Aurora knew all too well the value of the potion, and she was stunned at that moment.

"From now on, you are my consignment agent. All my potions will be consigned through you for sale."

By the time he finished speaking, Peter had already floated away.

Watching Peter’s retreating figure, Aurora was immediately excited. She had been waiting for so many years, and finally, her opportunity had arrived. As long as she did a good job selling Peter’s potions, it would be hard for her not to get rich.

Clenching her fists tightly, Aurora’s face was filled with joy, and tears flowed down her cheeks; her life was about to change from this moment on!

A day passed by quickly, and Peter finally took a deep breath, having completed the refining of the new Immortal Artifacts he had obtained. They were now ready for use at any time. Glancing at his current cultivation level, Peter was satisfied. He had reached the mid-stage of the Spiritual Realm. With this level of cultivation coupled with the Immortal Artifacts, he believed that self-protection would not be a problem.

Clang...

At that moment, the sound of a bell rang out, followed by a voice.

"The monthly housing competition for disciples of the Immortal Sect begins now. Disciples from each layer are to contend at their respective Arena Platforms."

After the announcement, the disciples hurried towards the several plazas.

Suddenly, the once quiet Sect buzzed with bustling activity.

Gathering his items, Peter too stepped out from Inside the House.

"Peter, you finally came out. Let’s hurry," Maddy Wright had already been waiting outside, along with several others who had come together and were now also waiting there.

"Sorry to have kept everyone waiting."

Peter greeted them with a cupped fist salute.

"Haha, there’s quite a crowd today for the competition. It all depends on our own strength," Maddy said with a casual demeanor.

Peter glanced at Maddy, who was still an Energy Gathering Layer person, but had also reached the mid-stage of the Immortal Realm. He wondered where his confidence came from.

"You do have a good elder brother who has given you quite a few Immortal Artifacts. I believe you can win a set of rooms this time," Lillian Turner said with an envious look.

Maddy just laughed heartily, "Of course, my brother has spent a lot of money preparing several Tier 3 Immortal Artifacts for me; dealing with people from the Energy Gathering Layer will be no problem at all."

"Do you still need to compete? Can’t your brother arrange a place for you?" Peter asked curiously.

Shaking his head, Maddy replied, "The Immortal Sect has its rules. If there are vacant rooms in the first month, or if someone has died leaving rooms empty, they can help with the arrangement. However, from the second month onwards, no matter what the relationship is, it can’t be used anymore. Newcomers must compete for their own places. This is also the result of the Immortal Sect introducing a sense of competition."

So that’s how it is!

Peter inwardly praised the Immortal Sect’s sense of competition. Only through this could the disciples be constantly motivated to strengthen themselves.

"Are you all ready?" Peter looked over at the group that had come together.

At that moment, everyone appeared solemn.

Juan Armstrong said, "There are so many newcomers, it’s really hard to say." It was apparent that he wasn’t very confident.

Peter Brown also knew that once he was here, he could only rely on himself; others’ help would be futile, and he dismissed the idea of lending them a hand. He, too, was facing the onslaught of the Clarkson brothers.

"Look, Peter, are you ready? Maverick Clarkson is no simple character. Although he’s a new disciple, he arrived several months before you did. The key is, his eldest sister is the third wife of someone from the Immortal Realm, and he has access to no small amount of resources. I have a feeling he can even bring out an Immortal Artifact that poses a threat to immortals."

Peter Brown nodded slightly and said, "We’ll know after the fight."

At that moment, they arrived at a very large square up ahead.

"Is this where all the newcomers take part in the competition?" William Ford curiously observed the arena platform in the center.

"Indeed, the Immortal Sect has numerous arenas, and this is where new disciples battle. Only new disciples can fight here."

"By the way, guys, if you have money, go place a bet. The sect allows gambling during every match, and many people get rich off this. I’m going to place a big bet this time."

As soon as Maddy Wright mentioned betting, his eyes shone with excitement.

"You can bet money?" Juan Armstrong’s eyes also sparkled as he said, "When it comes to gambling, I do have some experience. It’s just a pity I don’t have any money, or else I’m sure I could make it work."

Immediately, Maddy Wright felt like he had found a kindred spirit and began discussing strategies with Juan Armstrong.

Soon, everyone reached the front of the arena platform. Looking ahead, they saw that there were actually ten platforms there.

Maddy Wright explained, "See? No matter how many people there are, you can try your hand at each arena once, meaning if you lose at one arena, it doesn’t matter. There are nine more where you can challenge others. Each platform has ten spots. If you take a seat, you must accept challenges from everyone. The final ten victors each get a set of rooms, and they will also engage in a contest to rank themselves, with the top ten getting rewards from the sect."

Under Maddy Wright’s guidance, everyone went forward to register. The registration fee was ten immortal coins per person, and then they received a participation sign.

Seeing so much money being collected all at once, Peter Brown gained a new understanding of how the Immortal Sect made its money, which was quite a system indeed.

"Let them fight first. We have two days’ time. Let’s check out the gambling first," Maddy Wright said, excited about the prospect.

Juan Armstrong naturally supported the idea with enthusiasm.

The other three, however, weren’t keen on the idea and shook their heads, preferring to watch the battles instead.

Peter Brown didn’t mind either way. He thought that if there was an opportunity to make money, there was no reason not to take part, so he followed Maddy Wright towards the betting booth.

"Don’t worry, the booths are run by the Immortal Sect. Their credibility is solid, and they can afford to lose. As long as you place a bet, it’s secure."

Maddy Wright clearly had a good understanding of the place and confidently led everyone there.

After arriving, they found even more people, all discussing the matter. There were even high-level cultivators and top figures from the Immortal Sect placing bets.

After observing the situation, Peter Brown asked, "Everyone is free to bet on any of the arenas?"

"That’s right, bet if you want, there are no requirements. You can even bet on yourself, and if you manage to win your own match, you’ll really strike it rich. Many confident people place bets on themselves."

Peter Brown looked for his own odds and, after a while, found he was indeed listed.

Maddy Wright pointed out Peter Brown’s odds and said, "You’re at one to fifteen, not bad at all. And there’s also a bet on whether you’ll succeed in the challenge, which has much higher odds, at one to seventy. It seems not everyone is too optimistic about you, heh."

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