Cultivation: I Can Add Descriptors To My Body - Chapter 135: A Bet

Despite the massive increase in price, Sky Moon Residence was still at full capacity with experts from all over the Heavenly Origin Supercontinent staying in its rooms.

Sky Moon Residence mainly served high-quality goods. The spiritual food in the Sky Moon Residence was all bought from the Shao Clan.

The Starry Sky Pavilion was the gathering place of those staying in Sky Moon Residence. Its roof was inlaid with many stones and crystals, creating a scene resembling a sky filled with dazzling stars. There were green vines stretching between various rooms, filling the pavilion with a green luster that made it feel more peaceful.

“Brother An, you’re really lucky!”

Everyone present was a cultivator participating in the competition. Everyone’s eyes revealed envy. Everyone who was currently present fully believed that An Yang undoubtedly had the easiest match coming up.

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An Yang was delighted, but he said, “I actually envy all of you for being able to fight proper battles. With who my upcoming opponent is, I probably won’t be able to benefit much from the battle.

He was born in the An Clan, and the cultivation technique he cultivated was the extremely obscure Raging Star Flaming Hammer. It was a powerful and exquisite technique.

“Brother An, don’t say that.” One of the cultivators laughed loudly. “Don’t you know what some of us would give to trade places with Brother An? Reputation and whatnot are all fleeting, the rewards are the real thing.”

Everyone in the room agreed.

An Yang begged for mercy and finally agreed to treat everyone to a meal. Only then did everyone leave him alone.

In a corner of the Starry Sky Pavilion, there was an alcove. In this alcove, two people were drinking.

If someone lifted the curtain, they would recognize the two of them at first glance. They were the two most likely winners of the Sword -Testing Conference. One was none other than He Fang, and sitting across him was a figure whose face was covered in a black veil.

“I originally wanted to find a quiet place, but we just had to come across such an ignorant fool.” He Fang frowned slightly with a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction on his face. He glanced at the black-veiled face of the person opposite him and said sincerely, “I did not expect to meet you here. I thought it would be three to five years before I had the chance to see you again.”

There was a hint of passion in his voice. No one would have thought that this mysterious and powerful cultivator sitting across him was a female cultivator.

She stretched out her slender wrist and picked up the tea in front of her. She gently lifted a corner of the black veil, and her red lips gently touched the jade-like teacup. He Fanes gaze suddenly became extremely eager.

“Junior sister, are you not willing to let me properly see your face?”He Fang stared at the other party and said calmly, but he could not conceal the excitement in his voice.

“Senior brother, your heart is in a mess,” said Su softly. The veil on her face did not waver at all. “If your heart is in a mess, what of the Heart Lake Sword?”

A trace of anger flashed in He Fang’s eyes, but he did not flare up. Instead, he suddenly closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them again, and his gaze became extremely clear. “Junior sister is right. May I know what your plans are after the Sword-Testing Conference?”

“Refine my sword.”

“Oh.” Surprise flashed across He Fang’s eyes. “Did you find the cold magnet you needed?”

Her calm voice trembled slightly. “Of course, I’ve cut it into four pieces.”

“Congratulations then.” He Fang could not help a slight anger rise within him. If his little junior sister were to go and refine her sword, she probably would not be able to come out for three to five years.

“If I remember correctly, if you want to forge a cold magnet into a sword, you will first need to forge it into a sword embryo. How about…’

“I’ve already found it.” Su’s voice returned to normal. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

At this moment, a burst of laughter came from An Yang’s table.

“Sigh, we have to be prepared for the next few days!”

“That’s right. Only Brother An can slack off.”

“A mere foundation establishment realm cultivator, I’ll look down on you if you don’t manage to beat him in three moves.”

“Why don’t we make a bet?”

“Good idea, three moves then!”

“Then let’s make a bet!”

“Alright, alright. Please be magnanimous and don’t laugh at me.” An Yang cupped his fists again. “I knew it. See, even if I win, I have nothing to gain.” The crowd was once again in an uproar.

He Fang had been rejected by his little junior sister earlier, and he had been holding back his anger. Now that he heard these people chattering, he could no longer hold back his rage from erupting. Despite the flaming anger raging within him, his gaze turned ice cold.

He was young and full of vigor, and he was also doted on by others in the sect. When had anyone dared to be so rude to him? His face immediately darkened.

Just as he was about to stand up and teach these people a lesson, he realized that his little junior sister had already stood up.

What was she doing?

“I bet ten moves.” She said to An Yang and the others.

Her voice was not loud, but it easily penetrated the gauze curtain. There was a seal formation on the veil to isolate her aura, but it was useless at this moment.

There was silence on the table. An Yang’s expression became extremely unsightly.

“May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” An Yang smiled and asked with cupped fists.

How could An Yang tolerate being slapped in front of his good friends? Because of the magical formation of the curtain, they could only vaguely see two figures and could not hear their voices.

“You don’t need to care about who I am. Will you acknowledge my bet?” Su said indifferently.

He Fang was shocked. He knew very well how cold his little junior sister’s personality was. She had never been interested in such things!

But now, she was actually betting on someone. This…

How is that person related to little junior sister? He Fang’s eyes flickered as he pondered.

If he did not agree in front of everyone, An Yang would truly lose face.

An Yang was burning with rage, but his tone remained calm. “Since you want to make such a bet with me, then why would I have any reason to refuse. What would you like to wager?”

“Feel free to wager however much you would like.” A calm voice replied from behind the curtain.

An Yang increasingly felt that the other party was mocking him. Suddenly, a sly smile surfaced on his face. He reached into his chest and brought out a medicinal bottle. He opened the bottle cap, and a strong medicinal fragrance, along with rich spiritual qi, immediately filled the room.

Everyone present grew excited. Those with some understanding of pill refinement even felt shocked.

“36 third-stage medicinal pills.” The Blazing Flame Pill was a pill unique to the An Clan. It used an earth core as a material and was a famous pill on the Heavenly Origin Supercontinent.

Something flew out of the pavilion. An Yang looked at it and grabbed it.

“Third -Stage Moonlight Flaming Death.”

The others present could not hold themselves back from abruptly standing up to confirm what An Yang just said. Their eyes immediately focused on the crystal bottle in An Yang’s hand.

This crystal bottle was crystal clear and flawless. Just the crystal bottle alone was already worth a considerable amount.

Contained within the bottle was something merely the size of a fingernail, and it looked like mist.

Moonlight Flowing Death, legends had it that there would be a bright moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival every ten years. From this moon, Moonlight Flowing Death would be created. This was priceless!

This single bottle of Moonlight Flowing Death was much more precious than An Yang’s Blazing Flame Pill..