Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 98: Truly Getting Rich

While the match was just about to begin, Yu Xuan made his way toward the betting counter.

The gambling area was in chaos — disciples were placing bets in every possible way: divine sense transmissions, local betting talismans, even good old-fashioned shouting.

The staff member at the counter looked up and asked briskly, "Which one, and how much?"

Without missing a beat, Yu Xuan pointed toward the pale youth with dark circles under his eyes and said coolly, "Ten thousand Sect Points. On him."

The clerk froze mid-motion. "...Say that again?"

"I said ten thousand, are your ears clogged with beast dung?" Yu Xuan replied with a faint sneer, perfectly embodying the smug arrogance of a rich young master. He suddenly had the thought of becoming one.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried far and wide, and the immediate area around the counter went silent — just long enough for a wave of chaos to follow.

"Did he say ten thousand?!"

"Bro’s got that young master energy!"

"Who the hell is this kid? Is he spoiled disciple of some Elder?"

"Damn... he’s pretty. But crazy. Pretty crazy."

"Hahaha! He’s either gonna cry or become a legend tonight!"

The noise intensified, drawing more attention to the betting booth. Some disciples looked at Yu Xuan like he was an idiot about to donate his entire savings to the sect’s underground arena.

Others eyed him with admiration, as though watching a rare beast in its natural, chaotic habitat.

Yu Xuan, meanwhile, was calm as a lake in winter.

He casually glanced at the betting odds: 1:10 in favor of the red-haired brawler. That meant if he won, he’d walk away with a whopping Hundred Thousand Sect Points more than most outer disciples earned in months.

Perfect.

He leaned against the counter, hands folded, basking in the spotlight like it was his personal stage. The looks of disbelief, mockery, and awe didn’t faze him one bit.

’Laugh all you want, peasants,’ he thought very Young Master like, ’I got a future prophecy for 50 points, and I intend to cash it in.’

He was now really grateful, he made the future pridiction and it really added a layer of mental security.

As far as he was concerned, lady destiny had already spoken — and it was dressed in black, with a crystal ball and dollar signs.

This was it.

The moment he became rich, again.

Yu Xuan completed the transaction and received a small slip of shimmering paper — his betting receipt. He glanced at it briefly and smirked, then made his way back to the viewing area.

By the time he returned, the fight had already begun.

The red-haired, bronze skinned brute was like a raging beast, fists thundering through the air as he launched relentless attacks at the pale, sickly-looking youth.

The youth, however, weaved through the blows with graceful ease, his movements almost lazy in how little effort they seemed to require.

"Not bad, slippery little rat," the red-haired man growled between throwing punches. "But how long can you keep dancing?"

Then, something changed.

The brute’s expression shifted, his grin narrowing into a focused scowl.

He stopped, drew in a slow breath, and stepped back. A hush fell over the crowd as he dropped into a new stance — his center lowered, his muscles tightening like coiled serpents. His eyes closed for a fleeting moment, then snapped open with a glint of savage focus.

In the blink of an eye, his figure blurred, vanishing from his position.

Boom!

He reappeared right in front of the pale youth, fist already mid-swing. The sickly youth’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden burst of speed, but instead of dodging — he countered.

Their fists collided with a sound like thunder cracking the earth.

A shockwave rippled outward from the impact, rattling the barriers around the platform. Both combatants were pushed back — skidding, but not falling.

"Not bad," the pale youth said, his voice surprisingly deep and steady, like distant rolling thunder.

The red-haired man blinked, taken aback. That frail frame had just matched his full force?

"...Heh. Not bad, huh?" he grinned, eyes gleaming. "Let’s take this up a notch!"

His bronze skin shimmered as energy flowed through his body. His muscles twitched, then bulged as if preparing to erupt. With a shout, he charged again, this time even faster, more precise, his fists blurred.

The sickly youth was forced to retreat, step after step, deflecting or absorbing each blow. But Yu Xuan noticed something most didn’t: even as he was pushed back, his expression never changed. Calm. Controlled. Calculating.

Yu Xuan’s grin deepened.

’I’ve won. One hundred thousand Sect Points are mine,’ he thought, the glee almost overwhelming. He wanted to laugh — but restrained himself.

On the stage, the tables turned.

The pale youth stopped retreating.

With a twist of his foot, he lunged forward and struck, not wildly, but with deadly precision.

Every movement was measured, targeting tendons, joints, and pressure points. The red-haired man grunted as pain shot through his body — his attacks began to slow.

"Did you see that? He hit his shoulder joint, he’s crippling his punches!" a disciple shouted.

"No way! That skinny guy’s reading him like a book!"

Whispers and gasps filled the underground arena. Some were in awe. Some cursed under their breath, they had bet against the quiet youth.

Then it came — the finishing blow.

The sickly youth’s fist began to glow with a faint yellow light, as if it had captured the fire of a distant sun. He stepped in, lowered his stance, and drove his glowing fist into the brute’s abdomen.

BOOM!

The red-haired man’s eyes bulged. His body lifted off the ground and was sent flying across the arena like a broken cannonball. He landed hard, skidding across the platform’s edge, barely conscious.

Silence fell.

Then—

"I... I forfeit," the brute gasped, raising a trembling hand.

An uproar exploded.

"HE FORFEITED?!"

"DAMN! I LOST EVERYTHING!"

"WHO IS THAT GUY?!"

"WHAT A COMEBACK!!"

Yu Xuan stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed, basking in the glorious chaos.

’I knew that sickly guy was a hidden monster,’ he thought smugly. ’Best 10,000 points I ever spent.’

He could practically hear the heavenly melody playing in his mind.

"Dollar. Dollar. Dollar~"