Chapter 221: Confidence or Conceit? (2)

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

"Mu Qing, have you gone senile from refining pills? Have you forgotten how your last ’proud’ Disciple’s pill exploded during the finals, making him the laughingstock of the entire assembly?"

At these words, the three of them broke into another round of blatant laughter. The piercing sound made the veins on Mu Qing’s forehead throb.

"Hmph! That was then, this is now!" Mu Qing suppressed his rage, his gaze sharp as he swept over the three: "Stop talking nonsense. Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"A bet? On what?" Ye Qingfeng asked with interest.

"I bet that my Disciple, Chen Chuan, can make it into the top three at this Pill Refining Assembly." Mu Qing said forcefully.

"Top three?" Hai Yan laughed as if he had heard something absurd:

"Mu Qing, have you lost your mind? When has an outsider ever taken a top three spot at the Myriad Medicine Sacred Land’s Pill Refining Assembly?"

"You should know about those Alchemy prodigies of the Myriad Medicine Sacred Land, and that Alchemy freak."

"Stop the nonsense. I’m just asking if you dare to bet?" Mu Qing pressed on.

The three looked at each other, seeing disdain in each other’s eyes.

They simply didn’t believe Mu Qing’s Disciple could enter the top three; past history had proven this.

This was practically a free benefit being handed to them.

"Why wouldn’t we dare?" Wang Shishan accepted on behalf of the three: "I only hope Elder Mu Qing won’t back out when he loses."

"I can’t afford to lose that kind of face!" Mu Qing snorted: "As for you three, don’t you dare go back on your word with crying faces later."

"Rest assured, we wouldn’t go back on our word over such a small matter," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently. "Tell us, what is the stake?"

Hearing this, Mu Qing didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Chen Chuan, who had been standing quietly by his side with a calm face, as if none of this concerned him.

His tone instantly became kind: "Disciple, tell me, what do you want? As long as we win, whatever we win belongs to you!"

Chen Chuan’s eyes lit up, and he said without hesitation: "Origin stones. I only like Origin Stones, the more the better."

"Good!" Mu Qing nodded, then turned back to the three, held up two fingers, and said loudly: "If my Disciple enters the top three, each of you three will lose two million low-grade Origin Stones to me. If I lose, I will likewise give each of you two million. Do you dare?"

"Two million low-grade Origin Stones?" The three were slightly moved. This was not a small amount; even for them, it was a considerable fortune.

But thinking that Mu Qing couldn’t possibly win, it would be foolish not to take this windfall.

"It’s a deal!" The three said almost in unison.

Now that the bet was set, Hai Yan, Wang Shishan, and Ye Qingfeng finally had the leisure to carefully observe Chen Chuan.

Earlier, they were too busy mocking Mu Qing to pay much attention to the young man.

Now, as their Divine Senses swept over him, more contemptuous smiles appeared on their faces almost simultaneously.

"Half-Saint Realm, First Level?" Hai Yan laughed out loud:

"Mu Qing, have your old eyes truly failed you?"

"With this cultivation of his, let alone the top three, it would be an overperformance if he could even squeeze into the top twenty, wouldn’t it?"

"With such insufficient spiritual energy foundation, how can he support the refining of high-grade pills?"

Wang Shishan also shook his head and sneered: "I thought you brought some incredible Genius, but it turns out to be just a Half-Saint kid. Mu Qing, you’re destined to lose these Origin Stones."

Although Ye Qingfeng didn’t speak again, the disdain in his eyes said it all.

The younger Disciples they had brought also stepped forward: a blue-robed youth from the Fengyun Holy Land, a white-clothed woman from the Jade Pool Holy Land, and a purple-robed youth from the Ye Family.

The three had powerful auras, all at the fifth or sixth level of the Saint Realm, significantly higher than Chen Chuan’s.

Hearing their Masters’ words, they also looked at Chen Chuan with condescending disdain.

"Lingxiao, do you have the confidence to beat this young friend Chen Chuan?" Hai Yan deliberately asked the blue-robed youth.

The blue-robed youth, Feng Lingxiao, curled his lip and said indifferently: "Master, beating him is as easy as turning over my hand."

"Xue’er, what about you?" Wang Shishan looked at the white-clothed girl.

Su Yingxue, the white-skirted woman from the Jade Pool Holy Land, smiled faintly, her voice pleasant but distant: "Elder Wang, I will do my best not to disappoint you."

The implication was that beating Chen Chuan was a given.

Ye Qingfeng just glanced at his purple-robed youth, Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen understood and cupped his fists: "Rest assured, Elder. Such an opponent is not worth worrying about."

Faced with the repeated slights and mockery from the Masters and Disciples, Chen Chuan finally looked up.

His gaze calmly swept over Feng Lingxiao, Su Yingxue, and Ye Wuhen. His tone was flat but carried an unquestionable confidence:

"The three of you are laughing happily now. I hope that after the pill refining tomorrow, you will still be able to laugh."

"In my eyes, the three of you are worth nothing. When the time comes, I will use my strength to prove that you, and your Masters, are nothing more than people who look down on others with dog eyes."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire area fell silent.

The faces of Feng Lingxiao and the other two instantly darkened, anger swirling in their eyes.

Hai Yan, Wang Shishan, and Ye Qingfeng were stunned for a moment, then instead of getting angry, they burst into even louder laughter.

"Hahaha! What an arrogant brat!"

"He doesn’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth! I want to see how you’ll clean up this mess tomorrow!"

"Mu Qing, I don’t know about your Disciple’s other skills, but his glib tongue and ability to annoy people have certainly inherited your true legacy! Hahaha!"

Mu Qing was also taken aback by Chen Chuan’s sudden and forceful response.

But seeing the faces of the three old geezers, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. He snorted coldly: "Hmph, Disciple, let’s go. There’s no need to say more to these frogs at the bottom of a well!"

With that, he flicked his sleeve, ignored the piercing laughter, and led Chen Chuan with large strides into the magnificent mountain gate of the Myriad Medicine Sacred Land.

Watching Mu Qing and Chen Chuan’s retreating backs as they disappeared inside, the laughter of Hai Yan, Wang Shishan, and Ye Qingfeng gradually stopped. They exchanged looks, all filled with playfulness and anticipation.

"Tomorrow, there will be a good show to watch."

"I’m afraid Mu Qing will lose even his underwear by then."

"Two million Origin Stones, not bad."

They couldn’t wait to see the sight of Mu Qing and his Disciple losing face tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Chen Chuan, who had entered the Myriad Medicine Sacred Land, still had a calm gaze, as if everything that had just happened was merely a breeze brushing past his face.

He was already confident about tomorrow’s situation.

Since he wanted to bring honor to his Master, he had to act arrogantly.

After all, he was a cheater; if he wasn’t arrogant, he’d be letting himself down.