Chapter 0442: Covert Collaboration

Chapter 0442: Covert Collaboration

There were dozens of Martial Kings present at the scene.

They were all itching to follow the cousin of Zi Qingcheng in placing their bets.

The Mystic Pattern Pavilion was under crushing pressure. If each Martial King won several billion, the Mystic Pattern Pavilion would lose twenty to thirty billion!

"Has the sixth round started yet?" someone shouted.

These Martial Kings had a considerable amount of purple crystals on hand. If they could use one billion to win several billion, and it was a sure win, they would be very willing.

After all, it was quite a thrill to earn purple crystals from the Mystic Pattern Pavilion.

The middle-aged man with the mustache looked at Mu Fengxiao and rushed over.

Mu Fengxiao seemed to hold a special position within the Mystic Pattern Pavilion, as he orchestrated numerous grand events.

"Elder Mu Fengxiao... what about the sixth round?" The middle-aged man with the mustache glanced at Qin Yun, his heart seethed with hatred.

There were also over a hundred Xuan and Spirit Martial realm experts here, all of whom were immensely wealthy.

King Wu Huo laughed, "Your Mystic Pattern Pavilion had better not dare to stop playing... everyone has lost a lot to you before!"

Several Martial Kings echoed in agreement.

Many Martial Kings were also visibly disgruntled with the Mystic Pattern Pavilion, and now that they had the chance to squeeze a fortune out of them, they naturally wouldn't let it go.

Mu Fengxiao said indifferently, "Our Mystic Pattern Pavilion can certainly afford to play. Let's continue with the sixth round!"

The fact that the Mystic Pattern Pavilion was willing to continue playing sent the square into a frenzy.

Mu Fengxiao looked at Qin Yun and laughed, "Since this is gambling, there will always be wins and losses! This young friend seems to have the ability to divine the future! But I just don't believe it!"

"His win just now must have been a fluke!"

Qin Yun smiled and walked over, saying, "I'll buy numbers fifty-two and fifty-eight, fifty million each!"

If he guessed correctly this round, he would win several billion more!

Since the Mystic Pattern Pavilion was willing to play along, Qin Yun didn't hold back.

"How audacious!" Mu Fengxiao was very composed.

Zi Qingcheng, Xiao Yuemei, Hong Mengshu, and Shui Tianzi also followed Qin Yun in buying numbers fifty-two and fifty-eight, one billion each!

No one else followed Qin Yun in betting, choosing instead to wait and see.

If Qin Yun won again, he must indeed have the ability to divine the future, and they could follow him tomorrow!

As time ticked by, only Qin Yun and the few women had placed their bets.

It was worth noting that Qin Yun had a history of tricking people before, so many were very cautious.

The middle-aged man with the mustache triggered the mystic array!

After a moment, it stopped, and a bird emerged from the fifty-second jar!

All the Martial Kings burst into exclamations of awe, and the square was once again filled with gasps of wonder!

"That idiot got it right again! He just won another five billion!"

"Those women made a killing too! They’re really putting their faith in that idiot!"

"They followed his lead yesterday and hit it big. They didn’t invest much initially, so even if they lose, they’re just returning it to Qiwén Hall!"

"You’ve got to admit, these women have some serious intuition!"

"Haha... Qiwén Hall is getting crushed!"

"That idiot’s probably not long for this world. He’s mastered the ability to foresee the future, spilling heavenly secrets—that’ll cost him his life!"

"Who knows what his martial soul is? Maybe it’s some kind of precognition thing?"

The square buzzed with chatter, many believing that Qin Yun had mastered the ability to foresee the future.

Xiao Yuemei looked at the mustached middle-aged man and laughed, "Is your Qiwén Hall even gonna show up tomorrow?"

"Of course we will! However... everyone heading to the Immortal Tomb Wilderness has arrived, we should hurry up and go! Your Dragon Blood Family has already gone to the Immortal Tomb Wilderness, if we don’t hurry, we might not even get a crumb!" said Mu Fengxiao.

Even after Qiwén Hall lost another twenty billion, he stayed cool as a cucumber.

A Bloodline Martial King quickly said, "No sweat! We’ll wrap up one more round tomorrow before we head out!"

The dozens of Martial Kings present all agreed, clearly looking to take Qiwén Hall for a ride before they leave.

Everyone had witnessed that dim-witted cousin of Zi Qingcheng nailed the outcome twice in a row, surely possessing a special precognitive ability!

If Qiwén Hall continued, that foolish cousin would surely keep playing and keep winning.

Mu Fengxiao let out a booming laugh and said, "I’d like to hurry to the Immortal Tomb Wilderness! How about this, we’ll start another round immediately at Qiwén Hall, so everyone can get one last round in before we hit the road!"

Everyone was somewhat surprised and had to admire the depth of Qiwén Hall’s resources!

"To make sure everyone has a good time, I’ll raise the limit to one billion purple crystal coins! When betting on a single number, the maximum bet is one billion!" Mu Fengxiao’s announcement sent the square into a frenzy.

Qiwén Hall not only exceptionally conducted a seventh round but also raised the betting limit—this was downright insane!

Mu Fengxiao looked at Qin Yun and said, "Buddy, I’m not buying this whole ‘foreseeing the future’ thing! I’ve never heard of such a thing, so I’ll also bet! I bet you won’t guess right next time!"

Qin Yun was taken aback by how unshaken Mu Fengxiao seemed.

No one had made a move yet—they were all waiting on Qin Yun.

At this time, the person responsible for handling the bets had also become Mu Fengxiao, using his purple crystal card to receive the purple crystal coins.

Qin Yun walked over and said, "I’ll buy seventy and seventy-five, one billion each!"

He figured even if he lost this time, it’d only set him back two billion, after all, he had already made enough.

Zi Qingcheng and the other three women, grinning ear to ear, followed suit and placed their bets, each buying two billion!

Martial King Hong Ying finally stepped up, following Qin Yun’s bet. If it hits, he could earn eight billion!

Other Martial Kings and big shots jumped in too!

Everyone in the entire venue was betting on seventy and seventy-five. In less than half an hour, the total bets exceeded one hundred billion purple crystal coins!

If seventy and seventy-five hit, Qiwén Hall would be on the hook for over a trillion purple crystal coins!

This is a total bloodbath!

The mustached middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat!

Seeing Qin Yun so confident, everyone thought he was a sure bet, and they’d all make a killing.

For the Runes Master's Pavilion, losing over a hundred billion was still within their means.

They issued the Amethyst Cards and could freely add Amethyst Coins to them.

Of course, there were daily limits on exchanging for physical Amethyst Coins. Going over or exchanging large amounts meant a trip to the Runes Master's City, with its own time constraints.

Qin Yun was intently watching the large vats when Mu Fengxiao's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Mu Fengxiao was telepathically messaging him!

"I know who you are, Qin Yun!" Mu Fengxiao mentally communicated. "I know you’ve got a bone to pick with the Runes Master's Pavilion! I couldn’t control it, and I opposed their actions back then."

Qin Yun responded, "Grand Master, I don’t hold it against you. We’re still friends!"

Mu Fengxiao was very happy and continued, "Since we’re friends, let’s make a killing together."

"You throw the match! I’ll rake in over ten billion, and we’ll split it, leaving you with a few billion."

Hearing this, Qin Yun’s heart skipped a beat!

But he didn’t fully trust Mu Fengxiao, having been abandoned by the Runes Master's Pavilion and stripped of his title.

"We’re friends, but the stakes are too high for me to trust you," Qin Yun responded.

Mu Fengxiao immediately shot back, "Don’t judge me by my looks! I’ve been around a long time, almost as old as Zhuochuan, who’s my disciple!"

"He told me about your Borderlands dealings. I know Xiao Yuelan has the Burial Immortal Map. If you want to know its true power, we’ll talk later."

"By the way, the Xiao family in the Borderlands is shrouded in mystery, and I’ve got some intel on them."

Qin Yun was stunned. He’d explored the Tianxiao Imperial Mausoleum with Xiao Xuanqin, and its mystery had always haunted him.

Mu Fengxiao added, "If I weren’t trustworthy, your secrets would’ve been out long ago! But I kept my mouth shut and covered for you."

"I manage the Borderlands’ Runes Master's Pavilion, and all intel comes to me first."

"I’ve sent some trusted folks to team up with Moon Mystic Valley and lock down the Borderlands."

After some thought, Qin Yun decided Mu Fengxiao was trustworthy and shot back, "How about I take 80%, you take 20%?"

Mu Fengxiao immediately countered, "I’ll take 40%, you take 60%!"

"I’ll take 70%, you take 30%! Let’s compromise!" Qin Yun laughed. "If your Runes Master's Pavilion loses, it’s out over a hundred billion Amethyst Coins!"

"Deal!" Mu Fengxiao agreed. "Later, we’ll talk about the Ancient Garden. Your abandonment by the Runes Master's Pavilion ties into this."

They telepathically chatted from afar, so no one was the wiser.

Qin Yun had no love for those Martial Kings, and now he could screw them over and make a fortune—it felt awesome!

Many of these Martial Kings were from bloodline families and had good relations with the Totem Pavilion.

Qin Yun had been paying close attention but did not notice the presence of King Wu Huo, the Beast Tamer King, or Mei Mei's elders. It seemed that only these three forces were missing.

This puzzled him, and he quickly messaged Mu Fengxiao: "Grand Master, didn't Xiao Lu, Wushuang, and Mei Mei come? They went into the Ancient Garden and came back, right?"

"They came out, but I'll explain the details to you later!" Mu Fengxiao replied. "Some things are still unclear at the moment!"

Qin Yun sensed that this matter was not simple but did not press further. He waited for the grand array to start.

The middle-aged man with the mustache activated the grand array.

Qin Yun also used his Spirit Eye to observe, ensuring that the bird puppet did not appear in the 70th or 75th vats.

As the grand array operated, the whole place went quiet, as if the sound of its operation could be heard!

As the grand array stopped and the lids opened, everyone held their breath and watched!

A bird flew out of the fifth vat!

Everyone was stunned!

Those who had placed bets immediately felt as if a piece of their flesh had been cut off, their hearts aching with pain!