Arrogant War Sovereign

"You little guys like to bet, then I'll be your notary."

Seeing how both sides were at loggerheads, Master He couldn't hold himself back any longer and joined in as well.

"Come with me, I'll find a place for you to bet."

Master He signalled to Zhao Wuji and Chonglou, and the three of them followed immediately.

Qianxue, Shangguan Bing'er, and Chong Hong also hurried to follow.

Of course, some others had heard the conversation between Zhao Wuji and the pavilion master.

In just a short while, the alchemy room where Chonglou, Zhao Wuji, and the others were fighting was immediately filled with people who were waiting to watch a good show.

Among these people, the majority were alchemists.

"Disciple, what are you doing?"

"Why didn't you inform Master about your duel?"

When the bet was about to begin, a sharp old voice echoed from outside the door.

"Teacher!"

The owner of the shrill voice was an alchemist clad in green robes. On the chest of this alchemist, there were four silver stars.

This also represented his symbol of a tier four alchemist.

"Old He, you're purposefully bullying my disciple, aren't you?"

The green-robed alchemist yelled at the white-clothed Master He.

"Old Ji, you better not bite people."

"I'm just a notary for these juniors."

"Bullying the younger generation? How could I, Yao Sheng, be disdainful?"

Master He said in disdain.

"Old Ji, your disciple is sparring with someone to refine the Iron Ganoderma."

"Oh, it's that kid."

"The son of the Chonglou family who awakened a grade ten Origin Spirit, Chonglou."

An alchemist dressed in hemp pointed at the heavy building.

"Kid who awakened a grade ten Origin Spirit?"

"Hmph, alchemy is not about cultivating Xuan Energy."

"Your Origin Spirit is powerful, but it's useless for alchemy."

Master He said in disdain.

"I would quite like to see what this boy is going to take to defeat my disciple."

Old Man Ji looked arrogantly at the tower.

Seeing that the Heavy Tower was unfamiliar and not the disciple of some famous alchemist, this old man looked down on the Heavy Tower even more.

"Old Ji, the two juniors gambling and the wager of three million gold."

"Why don't we have a bet too?"

"No matter what, we are elders. We can't let our reputations weaken, right?"

The old man said again. When he mentioned the word 'bet', the old man's eyes seemed to light up.

It was clear that this old man was an old gambler.

"How about this, I'll open a store!"

"Let's bet on the win or lose, everyone can participate."

"To bet on that little fellow Zhao Wushang to win. To bet on three to one."

"It's better to bet on this kid from Chonglou than on anything else."

The hempen-clothed old man skillfully sat in the middle of the alchemy room, directly turning the alchemy platform into the gambling den of the casino.

"You old geezer, you're such an old gambler."

Master He said snappily.

"Old Zhong, why is my disciple's bet so low?"

Old Man Ji said with an unconvinced expression.

"No matter what, your disciple is about to become a Grade Two Alchemist. If he's strong and has a high chance of winning, then the stakes will naturally be lower."

"I'm not sure about this kid's situation, but he's definitely not as strong as your disciple."

After he finished speaking, the linen robed alchemist looked towards the tower again.

"Hey, kid, what grade alchemist are you?"

The linen robed alchemist asked curiously.

"Uh, I don't have any."

"Today is the first time that a grade five alchemist has come to the Alchemist Guild."

The tower went straight back.

"No products. Is this your first time coming to our guild?"

"Are you messing with my old man?"

"An alchemist without rank is betting with someone?"

"Are you very rich? Do you like to throw money around? "

The linen robed alchemist said unhappily.