The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 673 - 381: Must Win

Qi Zai finally transmitted his message, unable to bear it any longer: "Is this ever going to end, can’t you all just play together nicely!" He was overly embarrassed, and accidentally brought out his duck voice again, causing Ning Xiaoxian to laugh so hard her eyes squinted, nearly bending over with laughter.

Just then, Xi Yan looked at her, unsure why she was laughing so hard: "Little vine demon, it’s your turn."

"Alright." She composed herself and walked to the center of the arena, "I wonder who my opponent is?" Xi Yan had sent another two guards to escort the Immortal Bandits out of the mountains, leaving only two Rhino Demon guards behind him, and they too had been defeated in the battle against Tu Jin and Qi Zai. Now she had no opponent.

The spectating demons looked at each other, with no one stepping forward. If it were a match against those two men just now, that would indeed stir up excitement. But fighting this delicate little vine demon— as Xi Yan called her—winning would be criticized as lacking honor, and losing would be even more embarrassing. Either way, it was a losing deal.

"No one is coming forward. Does that mean I win by default?"

She wished. Xi Yan shook his head and randomly pointed at someone in the crowd: "Hei Hao, you’re up." The person he pointed at stepped forward, a black-clothed man, tall and slim, with pale skin and delicate features.

Xi Yan solemnly said, "Hei Hao is not affiliated with Qingming Hall and hasn’t tested the newcomers, he might go a bit hard... Well, if you can last fifty breaths against him, I’ll consider you’ve passed."

This guy, is he that formidable? She eyed the black-clothed man, gauging him carefully. Changtian said, "He’s a Wolf Demon, and indeed his cultivation is deeper than yours."

"Commander Xi Yan." She suddenly turned around, "Can I use any means necessary?"

He nodded, "Yes, as long as it’s not lethal." The demons around tsked, it seemed this young girl had a trump card.

She turned her eyes around and noticed that the White Weasel had just opened another game, so she walked over and asked, "What are the odds now?"

The White Weasel paused, then said, "One to thirty!"

It seemed that these demons all thought she was sure to lose. Well, high odds are a good thing. Ning Xiaoxian smiled and took off the hairpin from her head, handing it over, "Such good odds, this hairpin is ordinary, but it’s pretty. I bet on myself to win." The hairpin was one she purchased from a jewelry shop in Chiming City, designed with a peony playing among golden butterflies, made from water-tender red gradient coral, surrounded by golden butterflies, and embellished with delicate crystals, truly exquisite and striking under the sunlight.

This item, bought in the store for three hundred taels of silver, was much more eye-catching than other bets in the hands of the White Weasel. Her charming eyes moved around and noticed several female demons staring fixedly at the golden hairpin, unable to look away.

The demons murmured among themselves, not taking their eyes off her. Just now she didn’t say she could last fifty breaths against Hei Hao, she said she would "win"! Quite the bold statement.

Since their birth, if you cultivate in this world, the aim is to ascend to the highest heavens. Demon cultivation emphasizes aligning directly with one’s true heart, and there are many greater demons more arrogant than her. The crowd thus became interested, wanting to see what she would use to defeat Hei Hao.

Ning Xiaoxian was never one to hide her light under a bushel. After crushing the Mantis Demon this morning, she had been left wanting more action. Ten days of paralysis had frustrated her immensely, and because she was trained in the Demon Clan’s mental methods and divine skills, she was inevitably influenced by the combative nature of the cultivation techniques. Though fundamentally human and not as blood-thirsty or battle-hungry as demons, her heart was invariably filled with vigor and a fighting spirit. For demons, lacking such an enthusiastic and surging nature would virtually mean there was no point in cultivation.

Hei Hao, however, remained unemotional and stood in the arena, coldly observing her. Only after they had greeted each other did he charge at her.

Ning Xiaoxian had to admit, no matter when, watching a demon revert to its True Body, the authentic special effects were no less spectacular than a Hollywood blockbuster. This guy took a couple of steps forward and transformed into a giant wolf the size of a buffalo, with sharp ears, a long snout, fur as smooth as satin, and movements as agile as if spring-loaded. The cold gaze shooting from his yellow eyes was terrifying, making one’s scalp explode if looked at too long.

Yet, Ning Xiaoxian recognized this fellow from the tuft of white fur near his eyes, the same Black Wolf that had gathered a bunch of sage for her the previous night. The location of this white fur was sort of like a long tear-stain near the eye corner, leaving a deep impression on her. As for his human form... well, she was quite bad at recognizing faces otherwise she should have recognized him earlier.