Chapter 1248

Chapter 1248: Gambling Fight and the Little Notebook

After crashing into the tree, Wu Shang fell unconscious.

Just as the giant vibrant tiger was about to enjoy its meal,

a puppet from the Hidden Spirit Sect appeared in front of the tiger.

“I’ve been waiting so long for a task in the sect, and finally, it’s here.”

“Little cat, I owe you thanks for this,” the puppet said, looking up at the vibrant giant tiger.

“Grape, this big tiger looks quite impressive. Can you help me teleport it back to the sect for raising?” the puppet asked tentatively.

“Cross-border teleportation costs 10,000 points,” Grape’s voice echoed.

Under the puppet’s pressure, the vibrant giant tiger obediently lay down, allowing itself to be captured.

“10,000 points.” The puppet studied the giant tiger for a moment.

“Since I’ve found a good match, I’ll pay the 10,000 points.”

As soon as the puppet confirmed, a holy light enveloped the vibrant giant tiger, and it vanished.

Once it saw there were no threats around, the puppet sat down next to the little boy.

“The sect really shouldn’t assign such dangerous tasks to children,” the puppet said, gently stroking the little boy’s head.

Looking at Wu Shang, the puppet remembered its own early days in the sect.

Back then, it was about the same size as him, but it had grown up under the careful protection of the sect.

At that moment, the little boy slowly woke up.

“The big tiger doesn’t eat people?” the little boy asked, confused.

He quickly gathered his things and hurriedly left the Tianheng Mountain Range.

He felt that his strength was insufficient, and if he stayed in the Tianheng Mountain Range any longer, he might lose his life.

“Why does it feel like being an immortal is even more dangerous than before?” Wu Shang lamented as he returned to the fairy city.

In the Hidden Spirit Sect, Xu Fan relaxed in a private hot spring secret realm.

“Master, the celestial tool has currently recognized 123,000 people.”

“Among them, 1,000 have been eliminated and are being reselected,” Grape reported.

“Has it only been a short time, and already some have been eliminated?”

Xu Fan had previously instructed Grape that during mission situations where death was inevitable, the celestial tool would send out puppets to assist three times.

After those three times, if the host still faced danger, the celestial tool would intervene but then erase the host’s memory before leaving.

“It seems the outside Immortal Realm is still quite dangerous,” Xu Fan said, stretching slowly in the hot spring.

At that moment, Xu Fan’s expression changed slightly. He immediately stood up, quickly putting on a set of clothes.

Then, the Yuan Lord forcibly broke through space and arrived in the hot spring secret realm.

“I don’t have time to explain; come with me quickly.” The Yuan Lord placed a hand on Xu Fan’s shoulder and tore through space, disappearing.

“Yuan Lord, what’s the rush?” Xu Fan asked hurriedly.

“Help me out; I made a bet with the masters of other worlds that in the saint realm, our human race is the strongest,” the Yuan Lord replied as he tore through space.

He eventually appeared in a building that resembled a duel arena with a strange style.

Although it was called a duel arena, it was better described as a vast world.

Xu Fan looked around, furrowing his brow and asked, “Where is this?”

“It’s a decaying world where powerful Great Saints like to gather,” the Yuan Lord explained.

At that moment, an alien being, crackling with the aura of thunder, approached the Yuan Lord.

“How about it? Do you dare to accept the wager?” the alien strongman asked.

“Of course, I’ve called upon the strongest saint of our human race,” the Yuan Lord replied.

“Just don’t cry if you lose later,” the Yuan Lord chuckled.

Hearing their conversation, Xu Fan furrowed his brow.

“Two Xuanhuang Supreme Treasures shouldn’t be given for free.”

Just that one sentence made Xu Fan’s dissatisfaction vanish instantly.

“I will win; our clan’s saint is the strongest. You humans are just what you can see,” the alien strongman boasted.

“What are the stakes of your wager?” Xu Fan asked curiously.

“Three Xuanhuang Supreme Treasures and a bunch of Primordial Purple Qi crystals.”

“Well, those things aren’t the key. The key is that he said our human saints are no good; we must reclaim that face,” the Yuan Lord replied.

“Shall we set a trap? I’ll pretend to win by a narrow margin and lure some Great Saints into the game,” Xu Fan suggested.

“Good idea, but they are all top-tier Great Saints; some things can’t be hidden. Just go for it,” the Yuan Lord replied.

“Alright.”

Xu Fan then looked down at the vast world below.

He saw two powerful alien saints fighting in the expansive world.

Based on Xu Fan’s assessment, their fighting strength was not inferior to Elder Heaven’s Destruction.

Surveying the surroundings, he noticed that none of the surrounding alien Great Saints were easy to handle.

At that moment, the vast world serving as the arena began to tremble, nearing a state of collapse.

Then several Great Saints took action, stabilizing the vast world that served as the arena.

“When you step onto the stage, use all your strength. The more beautifully you win, the better,” the Yuan Lord instructed.

“That counts as an additional condition; can’t the Yuan Lord offer a bit more?” Xu Fan asked with a smile, reminding him that since they had agreed on a trade, they needed to settle the accounts clearly.

“5,000 zhang of Primordial Purple Qi crystals,” the Yuan Lord offered.

“No, I want 20% of the Primordial Purple Qi crystals after you win,” Xu Fan declared.

“10%—20% is too much,” the Yuan Lord firmly shook his head.

“20%, or I’ll return to the Three Thousand Realms right now,” Xu Fan insisted.

From his observations, it seemed that among the human race, he had not encountered a saint with excessively high fighting strength.

“Alright, 20% it is. Just be straightforward when you make your move,” the Yuan Lord conceded.

“Deal. Whatever shape you want me to turn the alien saint into, the Yuan Lord can customize,” Xu Fan said with a grin.

At that moment, the two alien Great Saints in the vast world below had determined the victor.

The arena, the vast world, cleared out.

Then, one of the saints crackling with thunder looked at Xu Fan, signaling him to enter the arena.

Xu Fan nodded at the Yuan Lord and then stepped into the arena.

As the audience of Great Saints anticipated a fierce battle between saints, the match began, and the thunderous saint immediately exploded.

In the vast world, he transformed into a dazzling storm of lightning, illuminating the entire realm.

The splendid thunder light shone on the faces of the alien Great Saints who were still expecting a fight.

While many Great Saints were still in a daze, Xu Fan’s voice rang out.

“Is there anyone to announce the match victory? I’ve won.”

At that moment, the alien Great Saint hosting the arena finally reacted.

“The human saint has won!”

Xu Fan’s figure vanished and reappeared beside the Yuan Lord.

“Are you satisfied, Senior Yuan Lord?” Xu Fan asked, noticing the Yuan Lord still in shock.

“Your move was too decisive,” the Yuan Lord said, slightly astonished.

“It’s just a saint; how much effort does it take to crush them?”

“Don’t forget what you promised, Yuan Lord. If there’s a chance for cooperation in the future, don’t forget me,” Xu Fan said, a slight smirk on his lips.

At that moment, a new page appeared in the little notebook within Xu Fan’s space celestial tool.