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The curtain had just fallen on the individual competition of the sect competition, and the news that Jiang Qingwu had successfully won the championship in swordsmanship spread quickly throughout the world of immortal cultivation like a breeze.

A rare flicker of pride crossed He Yihuan's usually stoic face. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with admiration and satisfaction for his apprentice. The Hidden Edge Sword seemed to sense its master's emotions, a faint glow flickering on its blade, as if cheering for Jiang Qingwu's achievement.

In this lively atmosphere, Jiang Qingwu and the others were about to leave the sect competition when they remembered the news from the audience that a gambling house had opened a betting site on the results of this year's sect competition. This news instantly piqued everyone's curiosity.

"Every time we hold a sect competition, there's always this kind of gambling. We had it too back then. This year, a lot of people are betting on you, Junior Master, and I've invested a lot of money! Junior Master, you've helped me win a lot of spirit stones!" Lin Muci's eyes sparkled, her excitement evident. As a demon spirit cat, her lively nature was instantly ignited.

Feng Jingchen thought for a moment and said calmly, "Let's go take a look. I was so hasty preparing for the sect competition that I forgot to introduce it to Junior Master."

Zhongli Xiu grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Haha, but it doesn't matter. We have already placed a bet on our own people."

"What? You didn't even tell us!" Mo Yunsheng widened his eyes, his face full of surprise.

"Hehe, I just want to give you a surprise." Zhongli Xiu scratched his head.

Although Su Chen was quiet, he nodded slightly, indicating that he had no objection to going to the gambling house to find out what was going on. He felt that going to the gambling house would also help him understand the outside world's views on the Wuliang Sect and perhaps even discover some useful information.

Feng Ci rubbed his hands excitedly and said impatiently: "Let's go, let's go and take a look." Feng Ci has always been hardworking and motivated, and is full of curiosity about new things. Naturally, he doesn't want to miss a place like a gambling house.

So, everyone headed towards the gambling house. It was bustling with activity, a cacophony of voices, a cacophony of sounds. The sounds of betting, discussion, and sighs rose and fell, creating a uniquely cacophonous scene. As soon as Jiang Qingwu and the others entered the gambling house, they were enveloped by this lively atmosphere.

In the gambling house, many people who lost their bets sighed and lamented with regret that the spirit stones they had saved with great difficulty were gone.

"Oh, how could I have bet on the wrong place? Now all my spirit stones are gone." A cultivator said with a sad face.

"Who said it wasn't? I should have thought it through more carefully." Another monk was also heartbroken. He had thought his judgment was accurate, but the result was so different from his expectations.

Zhongli Xiu looked at these people and explained with a smile: "Our individual competition odds were very high before, but after the individual competition, our odds dropped to a quarter of the previous level."

As everyone listened to Zhongli Xiu's explanation, they curiously looked around at the various betting situations in the gambling house. Just then, they began to see some familiar faces. It turned out that they had met their opponents in the individual competition in the gambling house.

The first person who caught his eye was Ye Li, a disciple of Miaoyin Temple who had faced Mo Yunsheng in the music cultivation competition. Seeing Mo Yunsheng and the others, Ye Li was slightly startled, then a smile appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect to see you here." Ye Li walked forward, her tone full of emotion. She was dressed in the clothes of the Miaoyin Temple, with a graceful figure and a jade flute in her hand.

Mo Yunsheng smiled and replied, "Yeah, what a coincidence. That match was truly exhilarating." Mo Yunsheng recalled that intense match with a wave of emotion. She knew Ye Li's strength was not to be underestimated, and she had put in a lot of effort to win.

Ye Li nodded: "You are very strong, I am convinced of my defeat." Ye Li's eyes were full of sincerity, and she expressed her recognition of Mo Yunsheng's strength.

Then, Lin Yu, who had fought Jiang Qingwu in the sword competition, came over. He bowed slightly to Jiang Qingwu and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, congratulations on winning the sword competition. I benefited greatly from that competition." Lin Yu's eyes were filled with admiration. He knew that Jiang Qingwu's strength far surpassed his own, and he had learned a lot from the competition.

A faint smile appeared on Jiang Qingwu's cold face: "Fellow Daoist Lin, you are too kind. Your strength is not weak." Jiang Qingwu's words were concise and powerful, and she also affirmed Lin Yu's strength.

Everyone was greeting their former opponents, creating a harmonious atmosphere. Zhao Wu, who had faced Su Chen in the physical cultivation competition, strode over and said with a hearty laugh, "Fellow Daoist Su, you are truly amazing! Even a physical cultivator like me feels inferior to you." Zhao Wu, a tall and muscular man, was amazed at Su Chen, a medical cultivator,'s performance in the physical cultivation competition.

Su Chen responded indifferently: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, you are too kind." Su Chen's expression remained calm. He knew that he had only demonstrated his strength in the physical training competition and there was nothing to be proud of.

Everyone chatted, reminiscing about the exciting moments of the game. Seeing this scene, the others in the gambling house couldn't help but sigh at the open-mindedness and carefreeness of these monks.

However, just when everyone was chatting happily, a discordant voice suddenly rang out.

"Hmph, what's so great about that? It's just good luck," a jealous cultivator muttered. He looked at Jiang Qingwu and the others, his heart filled with envy and dissatisfaction.

When Mo Yunsheng heard this, she immediately became unhappy and raised her eyebrows: "What are you talking about? We won the competition based on our strength." Mo Yunsheng couldn't stand other people's questioning, so she immediately retorted.

The cultivator was not convinced: "Who knows, maybe I'm just lucky." The cultivator was still stubborn and unwilling to acknowledge the strength of Jiang Qingwu and others.

At this time, Feng Jingchen stood up and said calmly: "The result of the competition is achieved by strength, not luck. If you are not convinced, you can compete with us in the next competition." Feng Jingchen's words were full of majesty, and his momentum made the monk dare not speak anymore.

The monk was intimidated by Feng Jingchen's aura and dared not speak again. Everyone continued chatting, and the atmosphere returned to harmony.

Sang Wan, tucked away in a corner of the gambling house, watched all this with great interest. Her lips curled slightly as she secretly marveled at the energy and passion of these young people. As a demon, Sang Wan found the actions of these human cultivators quite amusing. She felt these young people were full of vigor and energy, reminiscent of her own youth.

At this time, the disciples of the Myriad Beast Sect and the Happy Valley, who had performed well in the cooking competition, also appeared in the gambling house. When they saw Jiang Qingwu and the others, they all came forward to greet them.

"My fellow Taoists from the Wuliang Sect, your performance in the competition was truly wonderful." The disciple from the Wanshou Sect said with a smile.

The Xiaoyao Valley disciples also nodded in agreement, "Yes, especially the competition between the sound cultivators and the sword cultivators, it is breathtaking."

Everyone exchanged pleasantries and shared their experiences and anecdotes from the game, and the atmosphere in the gambling house became even more lively.

Just as everyone was chatting happily, Jun Yichen and Yin Zhi from Miaoyin Hall also walked in. They saw Jiang Qingwu and others and nodded slightly.

Jun Yichen smiled and said, "I didn't expect to meet you all here. It's really fate."

Yin Zhi also said: "This sect competition has allowed us to witness the strength of all the fellow Taoists of the Wuliang Sect."

Mo Yunsheng smiled and responded, "The sound cultivators in your Miaoyin Palace are also very powerful."

Everyone was chatting happily, as if they had forgotten that this was a gambling house, but rather a gathering among monks.

While eating the spiritual fruit, Lin Muci said excitedly: "This sect competition is really exciting. I didn't expect to meet so many familiar faces in the gambling house."

Zhongli Xiu also nodded and said, "Yes, everyone performed very well in this competition."

Feng Ci looked at the various bets in the gambling house curiously and said, "I wonder which sect has the better chance of winning right now?"

Su Chen stood silently by the side. Although he didn't say anything, there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Jiang Qingwu watched the lively discussion and felt a sense of emotion. This sect competition not only allowed them to demonstrate their strength, but also allowed them to meet many like-minded friends.

At this moment, some monks who had met during the competition came over and exchanged their experiences in the competition and cultivation. The atmosphere in the gambling house became increasingly lively, as if it had turned into a grand gathering for monks to exchange ideas.

"Every one of your Wuliang Sect's disciples is truly outstanding." A cultivator exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, especially Fellow Daoist Jiang Qingwu, his sword skills are truly admirable." Another cultivator echoed.

Jiang Qingwu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliments, fellow Daoists. Everyone performed very well in the competition."

As time went on, more and more people came to the gambling house, and the discussion became more and more heated. Some were analyzing the strength of each sect, some were discussing the highlights of the game, and some were speculating on the outcome of the next game.

Sang Wan looked at the lively scene and said to Jiang Qingwu and the others with a smile, "You young people are so full of energy."

Jiang Qingwu and others also smiled. They felt the unique atmosphere brought by this gambling house party.

However, just as everyone was happily chatting, an unexpected situation occurred. A cultivator suddenly said loudly, "I think there's something wrong with this sect competition!"

Everyone suddenly fell silent and looked at the monk. The monk continued, "I suspect someone is cheating in the competition!"

This statement immediately caused an uproar. People began to discuss the matter, some expressing doubts, while others demanded a thorough investigation.

Jiang Qingwu and the others frowned. They didn't believe such a thing could happen. Feng Jingchen said calmly, "There's no evidence, so don't talk nonsense."

The monk persisted, "Why is there no evidence? I just feel that the results of some competitions are very abnormal."

At this time, the owner of the gambling house came over and said loudly, "My fellow Taoists, please be quiet. Our gambling house's games are all fair and just, and there is absolutely no cheating."

But the monk still didn't believe it and insisted on investigating the matter. The atmosphere in the gambling house suddenly became tense.

Jiang Qingwu thought for a moment and said, "If anyone really suspects there's something wrong with the competition, they should provide evidence instead of making groundless guesses."

The other cultivators nodded in agreement with Jiang Qingwu's statement. The cultivator who had raised the question hesitated when he saw that no one supported him.

Finally, with the mediation of the gambling house owner, the disturbance was temporarily calmed down. However, everyone's mood was affected and the atmosphere was not as lively as before.

Sang Wan watched all this, shook her head slightly and said, "This wonderful party was ruined by this person."

Jiang Qingwu and others were also somewhat helpless, but they believed in the fairness of the sect competition and would not be affected by such groundless doubts.

After a while, everyone started chatting about other topics, and the atmosphere gradually returned to normal. During this process, Jiang Qingwu and others also felt more deeply the complex relationships and various uncertainties among the monks.

Zhongli Xiu asked curiously, "Boss, which sect has the hottest bets right now?" Zhongli Xiu was always curious about these things, and he wanted to know what was going on in the gambling house.

The gambling shop owner smiled and said, "At the moment, it seems that betting on the Wuliang Sect is still very popular. After all, your performance in the individual competition was too outstanding."

Everyone felt a little proud after hearing this. Lin Muci said with a smile, "Thank you for the compliment."

Lin Muci's lively personality allows her to express her pride without hiding it. She thinks that the disciples of Wuliang Sect are the best.

The gambling house owner added, "However, the outcome of the competition is always full of variables, and no one can say for sure which sect will win in the end." There was a hint of caution in the gambling house owner's words, as he knew that gambling was full of uncertainty.

Everyone nodded, understanding this truth. As they left the gambling house, they all felt particularly relaxed. This encounter at the gambling house had made them feel even more deeply the charm of the competition and the camaraderie between the monks.

On the way back to the sect's resting area, everyone talked about their experiences during the sect competition. Lin Muci said as he ate some spiritual fruit, "The individual competition in this sect competition was so exciting. I haven't seen enough of it yet."

Zhong Lixiu also nodded and said, "Yes, especially the performance of Junior Master in the sword cultivation competition, it was simply amazing." Zhong Lixiu admired Jiang Qingwu's strength very much. He felt that Jiang Qingwu's performance in the sword cultivation competition was perfect.

Feng Ci said with anticipation, "I hope I can perform exceptionally well in the team competition!"

Su Chen listened to everyone's discussion silently without saying a word. His calm personality made him reluctant to express his opinions, but he was also filled with emotion about this individual competition.

Mo Yunsheng said excitedly: "In the team competition, I must work harder and achieve better results." Mo Yunsheng's lively personality makes her full of fighting spirit, and she is determined to show her strength in the next competition.

Jiang Qingwu looked at everyone, his heart filled with emotion. This individual competition of the sect competition not only allowed them to show their strength, but also allowed them to meet many like-minded friends.

After returning to the courtyard, everyone went back to their own quarters to rest and practice. Jiang Qingwu took out the sect order and reported to his master on the situation of the sect competition.