Chapter 7: “Fireball Technique, I can do it too.”

"Guess how many moves Lin Mo can last?"

"Within three moves, Lin Mo will definitely be knocked off the ring."

"I reckon that in less than two minutes, Lin Mo will be beaten until he cries for his mommy and daddy."

"Let's stand further back. If we're not careful, we might end up like Wang Dali, getting beaten so hard in a few moves that we shit our pants."

"Ugh, stop talking about it. I was standing close back then, and it still feels disgusting just thinking about it."

"Come, come, come! I'm opening a gambling pool. For Lin Mo and Wang Tie, the odds are one to ten."

The Disciples under the stage were chattering in discussion. With someone opening a gambling pool, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Never think that cultivators are completely detached from worldly affairs. On the contrary, because of their long lifespans and boring, monotonous Cultivate, many cultivators find immortal life extremely dull.

Because of this, they picked up quite a few bad habits.

Imbued with an immortal air in front of people, but eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling behind their backs.

"Put one Spirit Stone down for me. I bet Wang Tie will win."

"Put down two for me. I bet on Wang Tie."

"I'll bet too."

…

After a short while, the expression of the Disciple running the gambling pool turned somewhat ugly.

No one bet on Lin Mo, and even he himself favored Wang Tie. If things continued like this and Wang Tie won, he would only be able to pay out with his own Spirit Stones.

How could that do? He absolutely could not accept this.

In just a short while, he had already collected more than twenty Spirit Stones. If this kept up, he would have to pay out a full two Spirit Stones!

"I'll bet twenty Spirit Stones. I bet Wang Tie wins."

The person speaking was a young girl with a tall and upright figure. She was like an unsheathed, peerless cold blade, naturally carrying a chilling aura that kept strangers at a distance.

Her pair of Phoenix eyes were slender and upturned, and her pupils were an extremely deep ink black. Her brows were like distant mountains painted in ink, carrying a trace of a cold and hard arc.

As soon as the young girl finished speaking, the scene instantly quieted down.

The boisterous Disciples greeted her one after another: "Great Senior Sister."

There were also Disciples whispering privately: "Great Senior Sister is so pretty. It would be great if she could just look at me."

"Keep dreaming. If Great Senior Sister looks at anyone, she'll look at me first."

The Disciple running the gambling pool stood frozen in place, forgetting even to collect the Spirit Stones, staring blankly at Great Senior Sister.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue repeated, "Collect the Spirit Stones. I want to place a bet."

Only then did the Disciple running the pool snap out of a dream and accept the Spirit Stones.

Great Senior Sister was named Senior Sister Leng Hanyue, aloof in front of people, like an untaintable fairy.

Her cultivation had already reached the Qi Refinement Stage Great Perfection, securely making her the leader of the Outer Sect Disciples. Even the Outer Sect Elder Shen Xuanyin respected Senior Sister Leng Hanyue by three points.

Shen Xuanyin was too old, and her path of cultivating had already reached its end. Even if she fortuitously obtained a Foundation Establishment Pill, her highest cultivation would only be the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue was different; her Aptitude was very good, and the Foundation Establishment Stage was merely her starting point.

Logically speaking, Senior Sister Leng Hanyue could have joined the Inner Sect long ago. For reasons unknown, her accumulated contribution points never reached ten thousand, which was why she remained the undisputed number one person of the Outer Sect.

Yet no one regarded her as an Outer Sect Disciple. With Senior Sister Leng Hanyue's Aptitude, becoming a Personal Disciple was only a matter of time.

There were still quite a few male Disciples in the outer Sect of the Jade Maiden Immortal Sect, but none of these men could join the Inner Sect.

From Inner Sect Disciples to Personal Disciples and then to Elders, they were all uniformly women.

The entire Jade Maiden Immortal Sect had an imbalance of yin and yang, with women greatly outnumbering men. As for male Disciples like Lin Mo, those who fared well could become Guest Elders and receive the immortal Sect's stipend. If the immortal Sect encountered a crisis, they would also have to step in to help.

However, Guest Elders did not belong to the Jade Maiden Immortal Sect. Much like Elder Baiyun of Baiyun City, the Immortal Master Baiyun, although an Elder of the Jade Maiden Immortal Sect, also managed his own force, Baiyun City.

On the stage, Lin Mo's nose was crooked with anger. With so many people present, not a single one favored him.

The most hateful one was Senior Sister Leng Hanyue. He fiercely glared at Great Senior Sister.

Senior Sister Leng Hanyue shrank her neck slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

Friendship was friendship, and gambling was gambling; she still drew a very clear line between them.

On the stage, Lin Mo waved his hand grandly, "I'll bet ten Spirit Stones that I win myself."

When he returned from the market last time, he still had over a dozen Spirit Stones left, but recently he used a portion of them to purify Medicinal Pills.

These remaining ten Spirit Stones were his entire net worth.

The happiest person in the entire audience was none other than the Disciple running the gambling pool. With Lin Mo's ten Spirit Stones as a base and odds of one to ten, he could basically guarantee a steady profit without any losses.

On the ring, Wang Tie refused to show weakness, pulling out thirty Spirit Stones to go all-in: "Put down thirty Spirit Stones for me, betting that I win myself."

"Alright, all bets are final!"

After the Disciple running the pool finished speaking, the sparring match officially began.

Wang Tie said with a serious expression, "Junior Brother Lin, I advise you to honestly admit defeat. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Lin Mo felt that everyone in the Sect was full of malice towards him. He simply wanted an upright and honorable sparring match, so why did everyone think he was going to surrender?

He impatiently said, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why do you have so much nonsense?!"

Wang Tie's expression was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. Clearly, he had already prepared all sorts of rhetoric.

According to his imagination, Lin Mo should have honestly surrendered, and then he would pat Lin Mo on the shoulder and say, "Junior Brother, you are also very excellent, but you still need to continue working hard."

The pre-planned scene of showing off came to an abrupt halt because of Lin Mo's single sentence.

Wang Tie said gloomily, "Kid, since it's like this, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Lin Mo extended his palm, provocatively curling his fingers.

Towards Wang Tie, he still had plenty of confidence. His cultivation at the fifth layer of the Qi Refinement Stage had already crushed the opponent.

What's more, he also had the Spell he had just learned.

Wang Tie formed incantations with both hands, Spiritual Qi circulating, and rolled out a ping-pong-ball-sized fireball.

"Amazing! Who would have thought that Senior Brother Wang only has the cultivation of the third layer of the Qi Refinement Stage, yet he already knows the Fireball Technique."

"Didn't you see? The fireball Senior Brother Wang rolled out is even bigger than a walnut, comparable to the power of the Middle Stage Qi Refinement."

"Yeah, I've also tried to Cultivate the Fireball Technique, but I could only Cultivate a tiny spark."

"Don't even talk about yourself. I've cultivated for three months, and the fireball I cultivated is only the size of an almond. Why don't I have Senior Brother Wang's talent?"

The Disciples under the stage discussed animatedly about Wang Tie's Fireball Technique.

Being able to use such a profound Spell at the third layer of the Qi Refinement Stage—there was no lack of envy in the tones of all the Disciples.

Wang Tie's Fireball Technique had already flown out from his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown halfway.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Fireball Technique, I know it too."

After speaking, he formed incantations with a single hand, arriving first despite starting later, and instantly fired out a basketball-sized fireball. This was the result of his two and a half days of hard practice.

Wang Tie's small fireball was like mud entering the sea, directly swallowed by the large fireball that Lin Mo had rolled out.

Seeing this result, Lin Mo was very satisfied. He liked big ones, and he also liked playing with balls.

The large fireball did not diminish in momentum, directly striking Wang Tie's body without giving him any chance to react.

Wang Tie flew directly out of the competition arena, his clothes burned to tatters, and his little bird almost got lit on fire.

Wang Tie's face was so black that his expression couldn't be seen—black in the physical sense.

If it weren't for Lin Mo holding back, that move just now would have been enough to send Wang Tie to meet the King of Hell.