Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 606 - All are Masters of Drama (2nd Update)
Chapter 606: Chapter 606: All are Masters of Drama (2nd Update)
Chapter 606: Chapter 606: All are Masters of Drama (2nd Update)
The three groups sat together eating hotpot, making quite a bit of noise, but as they were dining al fresco, Master Tang was treating guests inside the large cafeteria, and neither affected the other much.
Everyone sat together, casually chatting for a bit, and the bet that hadn’t been settled yesterday came up.
Master Xiong’s disciple still wanted to challenge Di Aixin at arm wrestling, “If you had Master Lu’s cultivation level, then I wouldn’t dare bet with you, but you haven’t even started tempering your qi and blood.”
Di Aixin wasn’t convinced and responded that if they were to bet, it was still going to be the same conditions as yesterday. If he won, you’d give me ten thousand. If I lost, I would kneel and apologize.
In fact, if he had to kneel and apologize, it wouldn’t just be a loss of face for himself, but for Luohua Manor as well.
However, Feng Jun wasn’t concerned; how much could a little fish affect the reputation of Luohua Manor?
Through Di Aixin, he vaguely saw his younger self, scrabbling for every penny—how desperately did I need money back then?
Master Xiong’s disciple wasn’t short of money either and said, “Well, I’ll spend ten thousand to witness just how astonishing this brother’s divine strength is.”
Then, he was gradually brought down by Di Aixin, with no significant disparity in their strength.
Now he was not having it, “Come on, best of three. Let’s have another round.”
Di Aixin glanced at him, dismissing him with contempt, “No more contests. You didn’t say best of three beforehand-if it’s one round to decide the winner, then it’s one round. Even though I could beat you in ten more rounds, why should I agree to you?”
The disciple laughed confidently, “You’re just scared… I still have trump cards up my sleeve.”
“Say what you will,” Di Aixin answered nonchalantly, “I already beat you anyway.”
“Tsk,” the disciple scoffed, “you just caught me off guard and won, so you’re afraid to compete again.”
“Either way, you owe me ten thousand. If you don’t pay up…” Di Aixin gestured towards Gazi not far away, “Brother Gazi has seen everything.”
Today everyone witnessed Gazi’s strength; not much sense of divine power but with agile moves and a fleeting figure, his decisive actions left a deep impression on everyone.
“As if I care about such a small amount of money!” he said, shaking his head with a wry smile. “The money is in the car; there’s no need for me to get it right now, is there?”
Di Aixin shook his head, “Bring it to me, and then I’ll arm wrestle with you for the second round.”
Clearly annoyed, he really went to get the money and then flexed his right hand a couple of times, “Again, best of three.”
Di Aixin, with a gleeful smile, collected the money but shook his head, “Another round would be twenty thousand a pop, not going for best of three.”
The disciple was not pleased, his face growing dark as he retorted, “What’s wrong with you? Have you never seen money before?”
Di Aixin replied nonchalantly, “Those are my terms. If I lose, I’d have to kneel and apologize. A man’s knees have their own worth of gold… Don’t you have confidence? Take it or leave it?”
Not accepting this, the disciple arm wrestled once more and lost again—overturned despite seeming hopeful.
This time he ran out of cash, so he had to transfer twenty thousand via WeChat, still unconvinced as he extended his arm again, “Another round!”
“Stop it, you!” Master Xiong couldn’t stand watching any longer and reprimanded his disciple with wide-eyed disapproval, “He’s just fishing. Can’t you see that?”
Gao Qiang couldn’t hold back a burst of laughter; he knew the tricks of that rascal Di Aixin. Despite his young age, he was quite adept at the schemes of society and had some skill in swindling people.
Di Aixin, his little tricks exposed, gave a grinning smile, “Actually, there isn’t much of a gap between us…”
The disciple, having been taken for thirty thousand, fumed with irritation, “You… are a bit sleazy.”
Di Aixin remained unruffled, “It was you who insisted on arm wrestling, not me forcing you.”
The disciple turned to Master Xiong, “Master, his strength is worthy of your challenge.”
He was also trying to gauge the situation. It was almost certain that the opponent’s strength would not shake his master, but then again… who knows what strength this little brat is hiding?
Arm wrestling with him, who even dared to bait, his real power shouldn’t be underestimated—it’s worth Master having a go.
Master Xiong felt slightly tempted too; he had taken a liking to the prospect of Di Aixin… Untempered by qi and blood, he truly had innate divine strength.
He looked at the young upstart with a smile, “Shall we have a round?”
Di Aixin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, “Forty thousand a round, and if I lose, I’ll kneel and apologize to you.”
Actually, he too was feeling a bit nervous, but if he won, it was forty thousand, and if he lost, it was just a matter of kneeling—how bad could that be?
“I don’t need you to kneel and apologize,” Master Xiong shook his head, smiling, “but if you lose, you’ll have to take me as your master.”
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Di Aixin pondered for a moment, then turned her head to look at Gao Qiang, seeking his implicit suggestion.
Gao Qiang slowly shook his head, speaking in a grave voice, “Forget it, a small bet is entertaining, but making it too big takes the fun out of it.”
“A small bet?” The one who had lost thirty thousand twitched at the corner of his mouth and thought to himself, how big is your idea of a small bet?
Although he wasn’t short of money, losing so much on a whim also made him unhappy. Worse yet, he had been outsmarted by his opponent, which left him feeling a sense of intellectual inadequacy.
Therefore, he looked at Gao Qiang with a bit of defiance.
Yet Gao Qiang seemed unconcerned—as times had changed, many people had become very practical, and the emergence of geniuses was no longer surprising. But Gao Qiang was different; he truly didn’t want to let go of Di Aixin, a talented apprentice, and he definitely couldn’t tolerate someone else poaching him.
Master Xiong didn’t want to let the matter rest, so he spoke up, “Young Di hasn’t begun his strength and vitality training. If we don’t start teaching him soon, a good seedling will be wasted. Although Master Lu has a decent level of cultivation, when it comes to educating disciples… he may not compare with me.”
Gao Qiang was a bit speechless. Of course, he knew that Luohua Manor had far more depth than the other party—it was a difference between heaven and earth. However, a place with a great legacy invariably had a broad vision.
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Even he himself was still on probation, and whether Di Aixin would catch Feng Jun’s eye was really hard to say.
In the end, it was Di Aixin who shook his head in refusal, “Thank you, Master Xiong, but I’m very happy staying in Luohua Manor.”
He wasn’t foolish. He had clearly seen what contributions Luohua Manor had made during the restoration of Jintan Huayang Celestial Part, and he had heard of the manor’s mystique in the past.
If before it was just a rough impression, now, after the grand ceremony, he could truly feel the power of Luohua Manor—they had casually assisted Maoshan, and it had caused such a stir across the country.
Countless people were drooling over Maoshan, but for Luohua Manor, which had crafted Maoshan’s beautiful scenery, did anyone even need to question its strength?
Di Aixin was also aware that he was not a heavyweight in the manor, and even Gao Qiang, who liked him a lot, was not considered a core member of the manor, but rather an important figure.
But that was alright; he could wait. If Gao Qiang could wait despite his age, why couldn’t he? After all, the manor paid well, and while earning money, he could patiently wait for opportunities—wasn’t that good?
Having finally made it into Luohua Manor, he felt it was an opportunity many could only dream of. How could he give it up so easily?
Master Xiong was about to continue persuading, but his disciple, who had been fooled, caught his master’s eye: With such a cunning person, why would you give him so much face and repeatedly invite him?
At the same time, Tang Wangsun was also chatting with someone very shrewd.
The next-door auntie from Magu Danxia Celestial, cornered him at the bathroom door, whispering mysteriously, “Heavenly Master Tang, I cooperated well with you today, didn’t I?”
“During the day… cooperated?” Tang Tianshi thought for a moment then cracked a slight smile, “Today I had many questions, and I gave my answers—where does this talk of cooperation come from?”
“Don’t play dumb, Heavenly Master,” the auntie Daoist Nun looked at him disdainfully. “I am a big V after all. This kind of routine, I don’t need to explain, do I? What I asked… was precisely what you wanted to say.”
“I acted daft and played along, not caring about being laughed at, but if you don’t acknowledge it, it’s rather disgraceful,” she said.
Tang Wangsun paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, “I still don’t get your finesse, Daoist friend.”
The old Daoist nun gave a cold laugh, “Then I’ll just ask the people from Luohua Manor directly, and tell them you said in private that Luohua Manor has an abundance of Spirit Stones, and Maoshan doesn’t even come close.”
The face of Tang Wangsun suddenly darkened, “Are you threatening me, Daoist Guan?”
He knew she was spouting nonsense, but the rumor was truly malicious.
“How dare I threaten you?” Daoist Guan chuckled, “I just want to know how to contact the people from Luohua Manor… You don’t have to tell the truth, but the consequences of not doing so are something nobody wants to see.”
She paused, then added, “Hundreds of years ago, Magu Mountain and Maoshan had a decent relationship, it’s only in the last century that we’ve lost touch, due to the larger climate.”
After hesitating for a while, Tang Wangsun finally sighed deeply, “I underestimated you. Well, let’s talk about this matter in detail later… But don’t mention this to anyone else, or don’t blame me, Tang, for denying it outright.”
Daoist Guan snorted triumphantly, “Do you think I’m stupid? There are so many Daoist Sects in the world; to honor our ancestors’ reputation, our own efforts are one aspect, but we also need to be vigilant of competition from our peers.”
“Are you done?” Tang Wangsun was getting impatient. With a mixture of amusement and frustration, he said, “I’m just trying to use the restroom, and you’ve blocked me for too long; what will others think?”
Daoist Guan gave him a contemptuous glance and then departed, muttering, “Is it weird for middle-aged men to have prostate issues? We of Magu Mountain have developed corresponding health products long ago…”
When Tang Wangsun returned to the canteen, Tang Wenji was walking toward the dining area where Feng Jun and others were gathered.
It was still drizzling outside, and they had set up a portable canopy of about thirty square meters, which didn’t feel cramped at all. Although the temperature at Maoshan was not high, they were eating hot pot, which kept them warm.
Tang Wenji, dressed only in light clothes, felt the chill as the rain struck her.
Approaching the group, she spoke in a serious tone, “The thief from this afternoon has been identified—it’s the Blood Jiao King.”
Hearing this, Master Xiong inhaled sharply, “Him?”
