It must be said, the idea Qi Shiyuan came up with in the heat of the moment was truly compelling.
Chen Chang'an would not be confined to the Liuyun Domain—that was a foregone conclusion. As for how high he would rise in the future, no one could say for sure.
It was highly likely that Chen Chang'an would become one of the top powerhouses in the Primordial Immortal Domain.
In fact, the odds were overwhelmingly in his favor—as long as he didn’t meet an untimely end, it was practically guaranteed.
A promise from a top-tier Immortal Emperor was worth its weight in gold.
Tempting!
At this moment, everyone was already feeling the pull of temptation.
No one could guarantee that their own faction would remain prosperous forever. If a crisis of annihilation were to arise in the future, this promise would be a lifeline—a chance to rise again.
"Good, this is an excellent wager."
"Chen Chang'an, do you agree?"
Agree?
Was that even a question? Chen Chang'an had been waiting for these people to nod—why would he refuse?
Even if he lost, so what? It was just a promise. If the demands were too unreasonable, he could always just renege.
After all, integrity wasn’t exactly his strong suit.
"I agree."
"Good. Then, if we lose, what do we owe you?"
"If you lose, it’s simple. Right now, I’m only at the fifth level of the Golden Immortal Realm, so I need a massive amount of cultivation resources."
"How about this—you pool together enough resources to support my cultivation all the way to… the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm."
"What do you think?"
Resources to reach the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm? That didn’t seem like too much, did it?
To these people, the resources needed to reach the Heavenly Immortal Realm were negligible. If he’d asked for the Immortal King or Immortal Emperor Realm, they might have hesitated.
But the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm? A trifle.
"That’s it?"
"I thought you were going to demand something exorbitant."
"We can easily spare these resources."
"What do the rest of you think?"
"I’m fine with it. Compared to a promise, this is nothing."
"Hahaha, I like this wager. No matter how you look at it, we’re not at a disadvantage."
"By the way, how exactly are we betting?"
"What counts as a win or a loss?"
They took the bait!
These people had finally taken the bait!
Thankfully, there was a mole helping out—otherwise, it would’ve been tough to fool these old foxes. Every last one of them was shrewd as hell.
"How about we use the Heavenly Pride Rankings as the basis for the wager?"
"I’m about to enter the Heavenly Pride Tower. If I take first place, I win."
"If I don’t take first place, you win."
"How’s that?"
The moment these words were spoken, everyone frowned.
"Bullshit!"
"You’re basically guaranteed to win! I’m not doing it!"
"Me neither!"
"Are you seriously unaware of your own combat power?"
"A million in combat power—you taking first place would be the least surprising thing ever!"
"No matter how badly we want your promise, we’re not stupid enough to bet when we know we’ll lose! Do you think we’re idiots?"
Rejected!
Flat-out rejected, without a moment’s hesitation.
As expected!
They were getting harder and harder to fool.
The higher one’s cultivation, the clearer their mind—the less prone they were to impulsiveness.
These old-timers were all seasoned veterans who wouldn’t act without guaranteed gains.
What now?
Chen Chang'an felt a headache coming on. Were the resources he’d nearly secured about to slip through his fingers?
No!
Absolutely not!
Chen Chang'an glanced at the Heavenly Pride Rankings. The person in first place was Ye Beixuan, a peerless prodigy from the Ye Clan, one of the Nine Great Immortal Families.
This person had cleared all ninety-nine floors in just three hours—an astonishing speed.
"Is this Ye Beixuan really that impressive?"
Chen Chang'an’s sudden question left everyone stunned. Was Ye Beixuan impressive? Was that even a question?
The perennial holder of the top spot on the Heavenly Pride Rankings—how could he not be impressive?
He was the undisputed number one among the younger generation in the Primordial Immortal Domain, a monstrous talent with terrifying combat power, the idol of countless cultivators.
"Why do you ask?"
"Ye Beixuan’s prowess is beyond question."
"He reached the Immortal King Realm at just five thousand years old and attained the peak of Immortal King by ten thousand."
"Now… he’s probably not even twenty thousand years old, though his exact cultivation level is unknown."
"But given his freakish talent, even if he hasn’t broken through to the Immortal Emperor Realm, he’s at least a half-step Immortal Emperor."
"You have to understand—for ordinary people, reaching the peak of the Immortal King Realm takes millions of years, if they ever get there at all."
"Ye Beixuan did it in five thousand."
"Such terrifying speed is unmatched."
"He’s also universally acknowledged as the future leader of the Nine Great Immortal Families."
Even the people of the Liuyun Domain couldn’t help but admire Ye Beixuan. A figure like this was no ordinary existence.
They had lived and cultivated for so long, yet they remained stuck at the Immortal Emperor Realm, with no one able to break past the third level—as if some curse prevented anyone in the Liuyun Domain from surpassing it.
But as they pondered this, their gazes suddenly shifted to Chen Chang'an. Before, there had been no such exceptions—but now, it seemed there was one.
The only thing was, the disparity between Chen Chang'an’s cultivation level and his combat power was absurd.
A fifth-level Golden Immortal with combat power rivaling an Immortal Emperor—who would believe such a thing if they heard it?
If this hadn’t happened in the Liuyun Domain, even they wouldn’t have believed it.
"If someone as formidable as him took three hours to clear ninety-nine floors…"
"Then let’s bet on whether I can clear all ninety-nine floors in under one hour."
"What do you say?"
Clear ninety-nine floors in under an hour?
Was… that even possible?
At Chen Chang'an’s words, everyone frowned, momentarily unsure how to respond.
"When Ye Beixuan cleared the ninety-nine floors in three hours, what was his cultivation and combat power at the time?"
"If I remember correctly, Ye Beixuan was at the peak of the Immortal King Realm when he challenged the tower. But when he tested his combat power, he had just broken through to Immortal King, so… it’s unclear."
"Given his monstrous talent, his combat power at the peak of Immortal King would definitely rival that of an ordinary Immortal Emperor—probably in the millions."
"If that’s the case, then Chen Chang'an clearing ninety-nine floors in one hour… seems unlikely, doesn’t it?"
"Right. With similar combat power, even Ye Beixuan took three hours. No matter how outrageous Chen Chang'an is, he can’t possibly do it in one. I’d say clearing it in two hours would already be incredible."
"So, do we take the bet?"
"I’m in. I don’t believe he can clear it in one hour."
"What about the rest of you?"
"I don’t think he can do it either."
"Old Qi, why are you laughing?"
"Nothing, nothing! I’m just happy thinking about Chen Chang'an losing!"
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