Capítulo 384: Chapter 503 — Fang Mu Ge Arrives
Chapter 503 — Fang Mu Ge Arrives
The wagers were now fully on the table, placed directly into the custody of Shopkeeper Wan, acting as the impartial referee. Whoever erged victorious would claim their winnings imdiately, and even the Ghostfire Demon, notorious for his audacity and ruthlessness, dared not attempt to seize them by force from the Cangqiong Guild.
“Three of you may begin,” Wan announced.
Without a word, the three competitors nodded, each choosing a different direction to begin selecting their Forbidden Spirit Stones.
Their thods could not have been more different. Wei Yiming relied on years of experience in gambling, intuitively sensing which stones were likely to contain treasures. The Ghostfire Demon appeared to employ a specialized ocular technique, a kind of unique vision that allowed him to scrutinize each stone with terrifying precision.
Fang Chen, by contrast, seed to move at random, glancing rapidly from stone to stone. To the casual observer, it appeared chaotic, even reckless. Yet he was quietly applying his Qi-Sensing Technique, discerning the intrinsic value of each stone in re monts. Given sufficient ti, he could scan every stone in the entire Cangqiong Guild, ranking them by value with perfect accuracy. But such usage required concentration and energy, far from the straightforward luck of soone like Fang Ying, whose fortune seed boundless.
Fang Luo and Fang Qiufeng did not follow the trio directly. Instead, they wandered through the second floor at a leisurely pace, observing the unfolding scene.
“This gambling event has attracted quite a number of big nas,” Fang Luo remarked quietly, his voice tinged with admiration.
“Indeed,” Fang Qiufeng agreed, scanning the crowd.
So were familiar faces: Pei Haoran, the scion of the ancient Pei family, who had once complinted Fang Luo during a previous duel; the Fourth Prince of the Tianhui Imperial Court, who had brazenly attempted to seize Fang Chen’s belongings from a roadside stall.
Fang Luo leaned closer, speaking telepathically to his companion. “That young man in the blue robe over there is Nie Zhe, the scion of the Nie family. The Nie family has a long-standing grudge with the Xuantian Sacred Sect, making him a direct rival of Fang Mu Ge.”
“Understood,” Fang Qiufeng replied, subtly morizing Nie Zhe’s features and aura.
Though at present they might not match Nie Zhe’s strength, they were confident that in ti, they could surpass him. When that day ca, Fang Chen’s family’s next generation would not easily forgive the rival.
Nie Zhe, at this mont, was speaking casually with an exquisite young woman, entirely unaware that two mbers of the Fang family’s destined heirs were watching from nearby.
Fang Luo continued his quiet narration. “The woman conversing with Nie Zhe is Yan Shishi, daughter of the leader of the Wangyue Tower.”
“No wonder,” Fang Qiufeng murmured. It was evident that for soone like Nie Zhe, who was both prominent and powerful, only a person of comparable caliber could earn his easy, relaxed attention. Clearly, he was the one initiating the conversation.
These four—Nie Zhe, Yan Shishi, Pei Haoran, and the Fourth Prince—were top prodigies of the Tianyuan Realm. Their nas would one day resonate across the heavens, establishing them as sovereign figures in their own right. Simultaneously, they were competitors to Fang Mu Ge and Fang Ying, ensuring future entanglents whose nature—friendship or rivalry—remained uncertain.
Beyond these four, nurous other Imperial Realm experts also attended. Only an event of this magnitude could assemble so many figures of such renown in one place. Compared to them, Fang Luo, Fang Qiufeng, and their companion—rely at the Great Saint realm—seed almost ordinary.
Suddenly, a stir at the staircase drew attention from the second floor’s occupants. A figure ascended: a young man of striking countenance and elegant bearing. Clad in flowing white robes, a translucent blue jade hung at his waist, while his right hand held a delicate folding fan. Every detail exuded an ethereal, almost immortal grace—a rare blend of refinent and poise that commanded attention without effort.
Nie Zhe noticed the newcor instantly, his expression darkening with thinly veiled annoyance.
“So it’s him,” he muttered disdainfully. “That show-off again.”
Yan Shishi, curious, glanced at the newcor. “Who is that?”
For Nie Zhe to speak of him, there was no doubt: the man was exceptional.
“Fang Mu Ge of the Xuantian Sacred Sect,” Nie Zhe replied reluctantly.
“Oh, that’s Fang Mu Ge,” Yan Shishi murmured, her interest piqued. The young man, surrounded by a small cluster of attendants, conversed and laughed with ease, radiating effortless charm.
Fang Mu Ge’s arrival quickly drew the attention of the assembled crowd.
“Is that the legendary Immortal Body Fang Mu Ge?”
“Fascinating… I wonder what makes his Immortal Body so special.”
“The Xuantian Sacred Sect has always protected him zealously. Letting him appear publicly—aren’t they worried about the risks?”
“No matter how talented, one cannot truly grow without facing challenges. Perhaps this is exactly the point.”
“Undoubtedly, he seeks the Ice-Fire Secret Realm. Soon, we may witness the Immortal Body’s true power firsthand.”
Pei Haoran, the Fourth Prince, and others exchanged greetings with Fang Mu Ge. Even Yan Shishi could not resist observing the young prodigy with interest.
Fang Mu Ge’s eyes imdiately settled on Nie Zhe. A faint smile curved his lips.
“Ah, isn’t this my last opponent from the Nie family? Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said lightly.
The Xuantian Sacred Sect and the Nie family had been long-standing rivals. In a previous relic expedition, Fang Mu Ge had clashed with Nie Zhe and narrowly triumphed. Hearing his words, Nie Zhe’s face darkened, teeth grinding in frustration.
“I rely underestimated you last ti! In the Ice-Fire Secret Realm, you’ll regret this!” Nie Zhe snapped.
Months ago, when Fang Ting had visited the Xuantian Sacred Sect, Nie Zhe, accompanied by his father, had sought to assert dominance over Fang Mu Ge. At that ti, Fang Mu Ge’s cultivation was far inferior, and only Fang Ting’s intervention had forced the Nie family to retreat. Since then, Nie Zhe had constantly sought opportunities to belittle Fang Mu Ge.
Now, Fang Mu Ge had returned stronger and more confident, seizing the perfect opportunity to publicly humiliate the man who had once scorned him.
“Oh, yes, yes, you rely ‘underestimated’ ,” Fang Mu Ge said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Had you not been careless, even an Imperial Realm expert would not have bested you.”
“You—!!” Nie Zhe’s fury ignited. Already stung by previous defeat, being mocked publicly was intolerable. He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, aching to strike back and reclaim his honor imdiately.
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