Chapter 2463 The Taste Is Wrong

Seeing Feng Wuhen defeated, everyone from Shenfeng Valley showed astonished expressions.

They knew they had the upper hand earlier, and Feng Wuhen had unleashed all his killing moves, using even his trump cards, so how could he have failed in the end?

Fortunately, with Nangong Du before them, although their side was defeated, it was still somewhat acceptable.

On the viewing platform, Baili Xingkong shook his head repeatedly, thinking to himself that Ye was truly lucky!

In his opinion, Ye Bufan’s last attack relied on luck; he coincidentally found Feng Wuhen’s true body, otherwise, he wouldn't have won so easily.

But he said nothing this time, feeling that Li Miaozhen’s method was good; using Ye Bufan as a spear could help the two people from Tiansheng State clear the obstacles to winning the championship.

According to his previous thoughts, the next match would be Ye Bufan against Wangchen; in any case, one of them had to be eliminated.

Regardless of everyone’s surprise or lament, the competition still had to continue.

The referee announced Ye Bufan as the winner, and then Jiang Fangzhou and a few others rushed onto the stage and carried Ye Bufan down.

"Ye Dage, how are you? Are you alright?"

Several women gathered around him, their faces full of concern.

"I'm fine!"

Ye Bufan said this, but he put on a listless act.

After all, what he wanted to do was to numb Baili Xingkong and the others; he couldn't just jump up now, full of vigor, or all his previous acting would have been for naught.

Just then, Xuanyuan Zhantian walked over. The old man sniffed hard, then his small, pea-like eyes fixed on Ye Bufan’s face.

"Little fellow, the smell isn't right. How come the blood you spat out has no bloody smell at all?"

"Uh…"

Ye Bufan naturally knew what was going on; what he spat out was a crushed blood pack, and those things were concocted from various Materials, so how could there be a real bloody smell?

"I say, old man, do you have a dog’s nose? How can you smell everything?"

"How can you talk like that? How can a dog’s nose compare to this old man’s?"

Xuanyuan Zhantian came to Ye Bufan’s side with a playful look, "I say, kid, your acting is pretty good; you actually fooled everyone.

You clearly have strength but insist on pretending to be weak. Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Why should I tell you? What does it have to do with you?"

Ye Bufan was still lying there, appearing sickly to outsiders, but he was constantly bickering with the old man.

Xuanyuan Zhantian pouted: "Even if you don't say it, I can guess; it’s definitely nothing good. Cunning! You, kid, look honest, but you’re actually extremely cunning! Not like this old man, who is so honest."

"You’re honest my ass! If you’re honest, quickly give me the second half of the Cultivation Technique."

"What’s the rush? This old man promised you; could I possibly go back on my word?"

The old man said this, but then turned around and walked away, clearly having no intention of fulfilling his promise.

"Sigh, this shameless old man!"

Ye Bufan was truly angered but could do nothing, so he could only lie there and continue to feign illness.

"Alright, next is the draw for tomorrow’s matches!"

On the viewing platform, Baili Xingkong began to preside again. Only seven contestants remained in the competition.

"The drawing method is the same as before: two-on-two, and the one who draws the number four lot gets a bye!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, and seven small glowing orbs, already prepared, flew into the air, ready for the seven victorious team members to draw.

But just then, Hua Sijin, who had been sitting by, observing coldly, made his move.

He extended a large hand of Origin Qi, grabbing all seven small orbs. He then wrapped another layer of colorful Origin Qi around the outside of the orbs before putting them back.

Baili Xingkong’s expression changed. Now that these small orbs were wrapped in Hua Sijin’s Origin Qi, he couldn't see the numbers inside at all, and the order was disrupted. How could he cheat now?

"Elder Hua, what is the meaning of this?"

Hua Sijin let out a charming laugh: "Nothing, I just feel that the luck of my Tianwu State Disciples in the previous draws wasn't very good. A reshuffle might bring better luck!"

"Exactly, Your Highness, why are you so anxious?"

Ximen Feng said playfully, "Could it be that you tampered with these lots, and Elder Hua disrupted them?"

Everyone was a fox of a thousand years; they all knew what was really going on.

Previously, Hua Sijin had not intervened because Baili Xingkong’s tampering did not affect Tianwu State’s core interests.

But now it was different; only seven contestants remained, each stronger than the last, so who one drew became especially important.

Moreover, there was a bye lot. If he could draw that lot and directly advance to the top four, he naturally wouldn't let such a good thing fall to Tiansheng State again.

Such a thing could be done in private, but when spoken aloud publicly, Baili Xingkong had no choice but to snort coldly.

"This old man has always been fair and just; how could I possibly tamper with anything!"

He knew it was already unstoppable, so he could only look down at the stage, "Alright, now send people up to draw lots."

Each major state sent their Disciples to the stage to draw lots. Ye Bufan, needing to feign illness, did not move himself and had Nalan Yujia go up to draw on his behalf.

Wangchen was the fastest, stepping forward to grab a small orb. Upon opening it, it turned out to be the bye lot.

Seeing the number four orb taken, Hua Sijin couldn't help but shake his head, "It seems good luck still hasn't come to my Tianwu State!"

Baili Xingkong’s face, on the other hand, was extremely ugly. Originally, this bye lot was meant for Leng Qingqiu, but it was taken by Wangchen, meaning their side was destined for a major battle.

The others also received their small orbs. Seeing the final results, his mouth twitched again, and his face became incredibly ugly. It turned out that Ye Bufan’s opponent was Baili Hongjun.

He had always intended to use him as a spear, but after all the calculations, this spear was now pointed at his own head.

Just then, Li Miaozhen’s voice transmission sounded in his ear again.

"Your Highness, there’s no need to worry. That kid only has half a life left. Tomorrow, His Highness the Crown Prince will surely win."

Baili Xingkong thought about it, and it made sense. In Ye Bufan’s current state, he would definitely not recover his Origin Qi by tomorrow, and he was destined to be no match for Baili Hongjun.

Suppressing the gloom in his heart, he began to announce tomorrow’s match arrangements.

Besides Ye Bufan and Baili Hongjun, the remaining two matches were Leng Qingqiu against a Tianwu State Disciple, and Hua Ruyu against a Tianmang Prefecture Disciple.

Today’s competition ended, and Ye Bufan was carried back to the inn by the crowd, while the others also dispersed.

Baili Xingkong returned to his study, where Baili Chengye was already waiting.

"Is there something?"

Baili Xingkong looked at him and asked.

"Your Highness, I just wanted to ask how the odds for tomorrow’s match between Ye Bufan and His Highness the Crown Prince should be set?"

Baili Xingkong’s expression darkened: "Do you need to ask me about such a small matter?"

As a Prince, how could he possibly concern himself with trivial matters like setting odds?

"Your Highness, this time it’s a bit special."

Baili Chengye said helplessly, "That Ye always bets on himself to win, and he wins every time. Now our gambling house owes him 1.2 billion High-Grade Spirit Stones.

According to his usual behavior, he will definitely bet all of it again this time, so these odds are crucial."

He was forced to come to Baili Xingkong; otherwise, if Ye Bufan won the next match again, the gambling house would have to pay out tens of billions of High-Grade Spirit Stones.

Such a huge responsibility, even if he sold himself, he couldn't afford to pay, and Baili Xingkong would surely tear him to pieces.