Chapter 72

"I said, I am willing to gift the seed to the princess."

Jiang Ping'an said again, his expression serious.

Xia Qing's beautiful and mature face lit up with joy once more.

The person in charge of the stone gambling was very unwilling and gritted his teeth, saying, "You want the Ninth Princess to protect you, right? My Wealthy Source Chamber can do that too! And we can protect you for two hundred years!"

Jiang Ping'an shook his head, unmoved. This seed was to repay a favor.

"When I faced danger, your Wealthy Source Chamber did not appear. It was the general of the Great Xia who protected me."

"Perhaps you can offer me more benefits, but the favor of the Great Xia, I need to repay."

Jiang Ping'an looked at Xia Qing, "Princess, I will gift you this Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed, but could you spare me an hour? I need to comprehend the cultivation technique."

"This is your property, you have the right to dispose of it."

Xia Qing liked Jiang Ping'an more and more, and returned the Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed to him.

The young man's choice moved her deeply.

Jiang Ping'an took the seed.

This seed did not have the scorching heat of the Black Flame Firestone; it was very gentle, like the warmth of Meng Jing's small hand.

At this moment, his understanding of the *Wuji Fist* and *Thunder Flash* deepened even further.

Jiang Ping'an used the Blue Flower Knife to cut the remaining stone clean, and nothing else appeared.

The cultivators finally breathed a sigh of relief. If anything else had appeared, their hearts would not have been able to take it.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ping'an with envy and jealousy.

This guy had such good luck, cutting two Firestones from one stone, worth four million, and a Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed of immeasurable value!

Jin Lin was almost envious to tears. He had lost hundreds of thousands, while Jiang Ping'an had earned so much.

Meng Jing laughed happily, "Boss! You said if I could cut out three Black Flame Firestones, you would give me the stone from the Ancient Battlefield! Give it to me now!"

The stone from the Ancient Battlefield was of extraordinary value. Some people had even cut out ancient divine weapons from it, founding great forces.

The person in charge of the stone gambling's face stiffened. This was a five million stone, and he had no authority to gift it.

If he gave it away, decades of work would be in vain.

He hurriedly said, "I said if you cut out the third Black Flame Firestone, but the third one wasn't a Black Flame Firestone, so it doesn't count. But the one I promised you, I will give you."

Saying this, he casually picked a stone the size of a head and placed it on the counter.

Meng Jing stomped her feet in anger, "You're cheating!"

The boss pretended not to hear and looked away.

Jiang Ping'an did not ask for the stone from the Ancient Battlefield because there was nothing inside.

"Meng Jing, play by yourself, I'm going back to cultivate."

Jiang Ping'an left a message and, under the envious gazes of the crowd, left with the Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed.

He wasn't really going to comprehend the cultivation technique, but to replicate it!

Such a valuable item must be replicated to maximize its value.

What's a Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed? He could soon replicate a bunch of them.

Zhou Feng looked at Jiang Ping'an's departing back, his eyes red with jealousy.

Why does this guy have such good luck?

Zhou Feng was unwilling. He, a genius of the Ethereal Sect, with heavenly opportunities, would never be overshadowed by someone like Jiang Ping'an!

A Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed is nothing; he would cut out an ancient divine weapon!

There's nothing more frustrating than seeing your enemy make money.

"Boss! Bring me that stone from the Ancient Battlefield!"

Zhou Feng felt that the stone from the Ancient Battlefield contained a divine weapon, and this feeling was extremely strong.

The boss was delighted, "This stone is worth five million. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Zhou Feng suddenly hesitated.

Five million was a huge sum. Besides the three million he had earned earlier, all his assets added up to about two million.

If he lost, he would have nothing left.

"Boss! You're cheating, that stone from the Ancient Battlefield is ours!" Meng Jing shouted, afraid that Zhou Feng would cut out more treasures.

"If you don't have the money, get lost! I'm buying this stone!"

Zhou Feng, fearing that the treasures inside the stone would be obtained by Jiang Ping'an and Meng Jing again, gritted his teeth and bought it directly.

The crowd was shocked. Even a Yuan婴期 (Yuan Ying period) strong cultivator wouldn't dare to play such a big game. This was five million, and if he lost, he would have nothing left.

Everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Zhou Feng enjoyed this sense of being watched, proudly raising his head. Today, I'll show you all what it means to have great fortune.

Zhou Feng pledged the three million he had won earlier, along with all his spirit stones, magical treasures, talismans, and elixirs.

Finally, he had enough to make up five million.

The boss prepared to bring the stone over, but Zhou Feng said, "Don't touch my stone with your dirty hands. I'll cut it myself."

The boss shrugged, having seen many arrogant young people before and not getting angry. He just reminded him, "Don't touch other stones."

Zhou Feng ignored him, drew his sword, and walked to the largest stone.

The Ancient Battlefield, a place where countless races once fought, saw the deaths of many strong cultivators, and many divine weapons and treasures were lost.

People often cut out heavenly treasures from stones from the Ancient Battlefield.

This stone was as tall as a person, with an ancient aura surrounding it.

Zhou Feng's heart raced, and his feeling that there was a heavenly divine weapon inside grew stronger.

Lifting his sword, he split the stone in half.

"Bang!"

The stone split into two halves, hitting the ground and sending up a cloud of dust.

There was nothing.

The crowd still stared at the stone, not concluding anything yet. The young man had only found the Fire Lotus Enlightenment Seed at the end.

No one could say for sure that there was nothing inside.

Meng Jing nervously clasped her hands, praying that the other side wouldn't get rich.

Zhou Feng suddenly regretted spending five million on this stone. What if there was nothing inside?

No! He couldn't doubt himself; there must be a divine weapon inside!

The next strike, and the divine weapon would be born!

Zhou Feng swung his sword again, cutting the stone into more than ten pieces.

But there was still no special aura.

The cultivators were stunned.

Zhou Feng's expression froze.

"It's impossible! I clearly felt there was a divine weapon here!"

A cultivator who had lost all his possessions in stone gambling said, "Every time I cut a stone, I have the same feeling, thinking there's a great treasure inside."

Who doesn't have this thought when gambling, thinking they will win next time?

"It's impossible! Absolutely impossible! Even if there's no divine weapon, there must be some great treasure!"

Zhou Feng's eyes turned red, and he swung his sword again.

In an instant, the dozen pieces of stone were cut into hundreds of small stones.

Still, there was no special aura.

Zhou Feng's head became dizzy, his body swaying, almost fainting.

His spirit stones, elixirs, magical treasures... all gone.

Meng Jing's heart finally relaxed, "Haha, I'm dying of laughter. Five million gone, and you still mocked my wooden head. Dumb, huh? Haha~"

Zhou Feng, who had been holding on, spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard this.

Losing five million spirit stones in one go, all his efforts over the years were in vain!

Regret filled his heart. Why did he have to gamble? Why did he have to be impulsive?

He wished he could cut off his own hand.

The two dancers who had been with Zhou Feng quietly left.

No money? No one would serve you.

Some cultivators who had seen Jiang Ping'an's big win, seeing Zhou Feng's miserable state, gave up on stone gambling.

It was hard enough to save a few thousand spirit stones; if they lost everything, they would rather commit suicide.

Meng Jing laughed as she cut open the stone the boss had given her, and to her surprise, she won!

"This water spirit stone is worth three million spirit stones," the stone gambling person in charge said.

Zhou Feng, already in a bad mood, almost spat blood again when he saw this.

Five million! Just like that, it was gone!

Even a Yuan Ying period strong cultivator would spit blood if they lost five million, let alone Zhou Feng, a Foundation Establishment period cultivator.