Chapter 63

Such ordinary words filled the entire Shenwu Gate Square.

Shenwu Gate did not prohibit betting, the reason being that those who opened the betting were all supported by some of the elders behind the scenes. In the eyes of the higher-ups at Shenwu Gate, betting was considered a way to test the disciples' insight and judgment, and it was harmless.

Generally, every time the biannual competition for the top hundred outer disciples took place, the disciples would more or less place bets. If their luck was good, they could win a substantial amount of unexpected wealth.

Like the previous bet, five thousand taels of silver was considered a significant amount.

If it wasn't from a family, ordinary disciples might not have that much silver on hand. After all, silver had a significant role within Shenwu Gate.

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"Xiaofei, do you want to place a bet for fun?"

Hearing the senior's words, Lin Fei nodded in agreement, "It sounds interesting, I also want to place a bet!"

Actually, without the senior's suggestion, Lin Fei had already wanted to place a bet privately. Such a good opportunity should not be easily missed, especially since the betting was supported by the elders, there was no need to worry about not getting the silver later, unless they didn't want to continue the betting.

Although Lin Fei wasn't short of silver now, who would complain about having too little silver?

No one would ever think they had enough silver; it always seemed insufficient.

"Place your bets, place your bets!"

"The latest Top 100 list is out. Don't miss it, whether you're passing by or just walking through. Take a look, buy a bet, you might be the next winner."

"The Top 100 prediction list, there must be someone you want to bet on. What are you waiting for? Place your bet quickly!"

"Want to win money? Come and place your bet quickly!"

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As Lin Fei and the senior walked over, the betting stands were lined up, and people were crowded around them. Lin Fei was almost dumbfounded. When did the betting stands become like lottery stations, with so much hype? Many people must have come just for the hype!

A rough count showed that there were no fewer than a dozen betting stands in this row.

If it weren't for being at Shenwu Gate, Lin Fei would have almost doubted if he had come to the wrong place.

"Hehe, quite surprised, huh!"

The senior laughed.

Lin Fei nodded, "Indeed, I'm quite surprised. I didn't expect there to be so many betting stands in our Shenwu Gate. No wonder the fellow disciples are in a hurry to place their bets. Just looking at the setup, it's hard to resist buying a bet for yourself!"

"Just get used to it. Let's go in and place our bets quickly. The Top 100 competition is about to start." The senior was already used to it.

The two squeezed into a betting stand.

Two outer disciples at the Sixth Level of Martial Dao were responsible for the reception.

"Two fellow disciples, here is the latest Top 100 prediction list. It's absolutely the latest prediction, with an accuracy rate of over 90%... guaranteed to win whoever you bet on..."

As soon as Lin Fei and the senior entered, the two receptionists started talking non-stop, enthusiastically recommending the bets. Even Lin Fei couldn't help but admire their persistence; it was hard for anyone to resist such an onslaught.

"Five hundred taels of silver, bet on Senior Brother Zhang Wudi for the top position among the outer disciples!"

"Three hundred taels of silver, bet on Senior Brother Song Qingfeng for the top ten among the outer disciples!"

The senior took out eight hundred taels of silver and placed bets on two senior brothers at once. When placing the bets, he couldn't help but show a pained expression, but then he looked confident, as this was a choice he had considered for a long time.

While placing the bet, Lin Fei picked up the Top 100 prediction list. At the top of the list was Zhang Wudi, with a detailed introduction of his past battle records, as detailed as a match schedule, followed by various comments, advantages, and disadvantages. Lin Fei had to admit that the betting setup was well thought out. Anyone who saw the list would likely change their mind and choose a different bet.

"No wonder everyone bets on Senior Brother Zhang Wudi. Just looking at the introduction, it's indeed impressive. He will surely have a place among the top ten outer disciples."

Lin Fei quickly scanned the list and immediately formed an impression, especially when he found the comments on Zhang Wanshan and Jun Wuhui, who could make it into the top thirty outer disciples.

"The Tiger Savage Heart Method, no wonder he's so fierce. Practicing a lower-grade yellow-class heart method, his attacks are like those of a fierce tiger. It's no wonder he can hunt group-living beasts; he indeed has some skills!"

Lin Fei narrowed his eyes, deep in thought, his gaze falling on the three characters: Jun Wuhui.

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"Xiaofei, what are you staring at?"

After placing his bet, the senior noticed that Lin Fei was lost in thought, looking at the list, and couldn't help but pat his shoulder.

"Oh." Lin Fei snapped back to reality and said casually, "Just thinking. There are so many experts in this biannual competition, and many senior brothers I haven't heard of."

"Of course, they usually go out for training, and their cultivation has reached the Eighth or Ninth Level of Martial Dao." The senior didn't think much about it and sighed, "When will I be able to step onto the stage and compete? That would be truly exhilarating!"

Lin Fei closed the list, "Can I bet on myself?"

The two looked at each other, not particularly surprised, as this wasn't uncommon.

"Sure, no problem. What type of bet do you want to place? Top 100? Top 80? Top 50? Top 30? Top 10? The odds are different for each level!"

The senior was slightly stunned and looked at Lin Fei in surprise, "You're not really going to bet on yourself, are you?"

Lin Fei nodded, "Yes." He turned and said, "I bet on myself to make it into the top ten outer disciples, five thousand taels of silver!"

The senior's mouth dropped open, almost big enough to fit a duck egg.

Betting five thousand taels of silver on oneself to make it into the top ten outer disciples, and being an unknown, was indeed quite shocking.

The two receptionists were genuinely surprised. They looked at each other; among the outer disciples, there didn't seem to be anyone with such potential. Five thousand taels of silver was like giving it away; why not take it?

"Please state your name, and we'll open a ticket for you!"

If Lin Fei weren't there, the two would have burst out laughing. When did the outer disciples have such a fool, throwing away five thousand taels of silver?

"Lin Fei!"

The two words, not too loud or too soft, rang like a bell in their hearts, and their faces showed disbelief.

What... he's Lin Fei?

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After leaving the betting stand.

The senior was still nagging. Even though Lin Fei had shown impressive performance, it was still hard to imagine that he would bet on himself, and even bet on himself to make it into the top ten outer disciples.

"Xiaofei, you're going to be famous again. Five thousand taels of silver, how many tasks would I need to complete to earn that much? You, the wastrel, actually bet on yourself!"

For an outer disciple, five thousand taels of silver was indeed a significant amount. Even Lin Fei himself had almost all his wealth in it, which was why the senior showed such a pained expression.

Lin Fei laughed, "Can't you think about it? If I make it into the top ten outer disciples, five thousand taels of silver could bring a lot of benefits!"

The senior's eyes lit up, and he nodded seriously, "This seems to have potential."