Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Luofeng Mountain Dao Debate Platforml
Translator: 549690339
“I have a family emergency, and I’m selling my entry ticket to the highest bidder!”
Upon hearing this, the crowd fell silent.
Then, there was a thunderous uproar.
“One hundred Spirit Stones, give me the ticket, young man!”
“One hundred? Brother, you’re ripping the kid off, I bid one hundred and one!” “Pah, a group of cheapskates. If only I hadn’t come late, I bid one hundred and fifty, sell the ticket to me.”
“Fellow Daoist, what about one hundred and sixty, that’s not a small amount you know.”
“I bid one hundred and seventy!”
“One hundred and eighty, I can’t go any higher, kid, you’d better take what you can get, there are Yu Ding Sword Sect disciples watching.”
At the center of the crowd, Luo Chen looked troubled.
“If it weren’t for the family emergency, I really wouldn’t want to miss this grand event. Sigh, well, one-eighty once, one-eighty twice, one hundred and…” “Two hundred!”
Whoosh!
Two diamond-shaped crystals came flying swiftly, hovering quietly in front of Luo Chen.
Medium Grade Spirit Stones!
This was not simply equivalent to two hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones, it could fetch several more Lower Grade Spirit Stones in the black market.
Luo Chen looked up to see a burly man, as tall as two meters and robust as a bear, walking towards him.
The man didn’t say a word, he simply reached out and took the Jade Jue, which served as the entry token, from Luo Chen.
Luo Chen didn’t play around anymore this time, he handed it over to the man straightforwardly.
He dared not do otherwise.
Even if he shouted out the price, the others probably wouldn’t dare to raise the bid anymore.
Only because this burly man exuded the power of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he looked like a humanoid Demon Beast.
After obtaining the ticket, the burly man entered the passage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
As for Luo Chen, he was envied by many Qi Refinement cultivators.
He made a profit of one hundred Spirit Stones with just one resale.
What a fantastic deal.
Luo Chen gave a salute, didn’t say much, and squeezed out of the crowd.
After a while, when he was sure no one was paying attention to him anymore, he quietly walked over to the entrance of the passage.
“Broken Mountain Gang Iron Token, can I go in now?”
The ticket seller, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, was staring at Luo Chen with deep eyes.
After confirming with his Spirit Consciousness that the iron token could be considered a free family ticket, he waved his hand.
“Go in!”
With his head down, Luo Chen quickly ducked inside.
What a lack of manners!
Despite being at the Foundation Establishment Stage, you’re still just a ticket seller. Shouldn’t you be polite to customers like me?
You have no professional ethics. This Daoist Debate Platform will surely go bankrupt sooner or later.
While grumbling to himself, Luo Chen activated his Carefree Wandering and Wind Riding Technique, speeding ahead.
This passage is incredibly long!
The Glaze-colored transparent tunnel was wide and extended for what seemed like forever.
When Luo Chen finally emerged from the passage, he felt as if he’d ran all the way from the Outer City to the Inner City.
However, upon seeing the scene of the Dao Debate Platform, he couldn’t help but gasp!
“Is this the Dao Debate Platform?”
What he saw was a towering platform in the middle of the field, and looming behind it was a gigantic stone tablet standing a hundred feet high.
The monstrous and towering stone tablet emanated powerful breaths, seeming to have the capability to seize souls.
Magic Item!
The stone tablet was clearly a Magic Item!
“Sky Pride List?”
Luo Chen blinked and looked to the sides.
The two tiers of spectator stands, carved out of the mountain walls, were lined with stone chairs in orderly rows, totaling tens of thousands.
Among them, there were ten places at the top that were segregated by walls and Array, concealing their true appearance from outsiders.
A feeling of deja vu surged over him.
“Isn’t this just an enlarged version of a soccer field?”
“No, it’s an Immortal Cultivation version of an arena.”
The Yu Ding Sword Sect really hollowed out Mount Luo Feng to create such a huge space for the Dao Debate Platform.
Luo Chen mumbled a couple of complaints, looked around, and then ran towards the eastern spectator stand.
There were a lot of spectators on the road, most of whom were cultivators from other places.
Local cultivators had limited spending power, and probably used up thousands of tickets at most. The main consumers were rich people from other places.
Passing a stand, Luo Chen sped up his pace without a word.
Because this stand was where the Great Lake Gang gathered.
“When will the fight begin? Brother Gao Er will definitely crush the guy with a broken blade.”
“Who is Min Longyu? Do we have such a person in our Great Lake Gang? Can he beat Han Dang, the Heart Eating Tiger?”
“Who knows, all I know is that Yang Rusheng is very strong, a famous rogue cultivator in the Tianyl District.”
“I hope we can win. I bet two hundred spirit stones on our Great Lake Gang winning.”
Losers!
They will surely go bankrupt sooner or later!
Luo Chen cursed silently, then was stopped by someone.
“Friend, this is the stand of our Broken Mountain Gang. Please go elsewhere to watch.”
Luo Chen calmly pulled out his iron token.
Upon seeing it, the man could not help but exclaim.
“It’s the token of Protector Wang. When did he start taking in disciples?”
After examining Luo Chen carefully, he said, “Follow me!”
Luo Chen felt a bit uneasy, but followed closely behind.
Walking up the path, they quickly arrived at the highest point.
“Gang Leader, this one also seems to be a member of our gang. He has
Protector Wang’s token, but I’ve never seen him before.”
Mi Shuhua looked over, his kind eyes landing on Luo Chen.
Without hesitation, Luo Chen handed over the iron token.
This was the token Wang Yuan had personally given him when he visited his first home.
He said from then on, Wang Yuan would cover for him.
“It’s Xiao Luo, you joined the Broken Mountain Gang too?”
The one who spoke was Murong Qinglian, who was sitting nearby.
Luo Chen chuckled, “Wang Yuan is my big brother. I forgot to tell you before.”
Mi Shuhua checked the token and nodded.
“You can sit next to Qinglian.”
Luo Chen nodded repeatedly and came to Murong Qinglian’s side.
After sitting down, he looked curiously at the crowd and felt quite expectant.
Beside him, there was not only Murong Qinglian, but also a young man with a fair complexion.
“You’re Wang Yuan’s little brother?”
A cold voice came, with a hint of unfriendliness.
Luo Chen was taken aback. If you have a grudge against Brother Wang, don’t let it affect me!
I don’t like being slapped in the face because of someone else.
“Ke Yuelin, be nicer to Xiao Luo!” Murong Qinglian rebuked.
Unexpectedly, the young man did not dare to defy her at all.
“I just wanted to get closer to him. I didn’t expect that he also has a connection with you and your big sister.”
Murong Qinglian said indifferently, “He is the little brother of your sworn big brother, and he’s also our neighbor. In the future, you should get closer to him in the gang.”
Is he the sworn brother of Qin Liangchen?
This thought flashed through Luo Chen’s mind.
At the same time, a gentle voice entered his ear.
“Ke Yuelin is currently the hall master of the Seven Tigers Hall in Broken Mountain Gang. He inherited Old Qin’s title of Broken Jade Tiger.”
“Originally, he was supposed to fight this time. But your big brother Wang
Yuan rose quickly, so he took one of the spots. He might be a little dissatisfied.”
“But you don’t need to care, I and Old Qin are here, he dares not do anything to you.”
It was Murong Qinglian’s voice.
Luo Chen gratefully looked at her and nodded.
I have become quite high-profile in Broken Mountain Gang without being aware of it!
Big Brother Wang Yuan is a certain protector.
And the neighboring couple seem to have high status in the gang too.
Just as he was thinking about this, the four sides of the field suddenly stirred up waves of white fog.
The cold and serene temperature soothed everyone’s restless thoughts.
Then, in the vast white fog, a clear sound of the zither rang out.
Subsequently, a graceful figure in a wide-sleeve flowing fairy skirt fluttered out from the fog.
Luo Chen widened his eyes.. Wasn’t that Gu Caiyi?