In the gray area among disciples, there's betting on the annual assessments.

Although the Eternal Immortal Sect is quite strict in disciplining its disciples, it's hard to avoid such things. After all, with thousands of people in the sect, it's like a miniature Jianghu, so they turn a blind eye as long as it doesn't cause too much trouble.

The betting is mainly organized by the fifth-batch disciples.

Upon hearing about the bets, Fan Wubing's thoughts started stirring.

It's not that he fancied gambling, but... Enlightenment Peak is severely lacking in funds! The renovation cost a fortune, helping the new batch of disciples build a solid foundation cost more, and creating trial beasts for practice devoured another large sum.

The initial funds provided by Zhang Jingwei are now down to just two upper-grade Spirit Stones and over a thousand middle-grade Spirit Stones.

It seems like a lot, but the expenses will only continue to grow larger.

Fan Wubing went to the corner of the Immortal Performance Square. A crowd was gathered here, vibrant with activity, some yelling their bets, others acting like experts analyzing the odds, and some claiming to have insider information... In short, it was an all too familiar scene!

At this moment, the most attention was on Luo Qingyao.

There was only one bet on her.

Whether she could break through the eleventh level.

The odds for success or failure were currently 3.49 to 1.43.

Fan Wubing used the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to alter his aura and made slight changes to his appearance, then blended into the crowd.

Looking at the odds, it seemed people didn't have much faith in Luo Qingyao breaking through the eleventh level.

Unfortunately, the betting for this had already closed by the time he arrived, otherwise, Fan Wubing would definitely have made a fortune from it.

He then looked at the other betting categories.

The largest pool among the current first-batch disciples was the bet on how many from each peak would make it into the top fifty.

The categories ranged into three groups: five people and below, six to ten people, and more than ten people.

Among the first-batch disciples, including the ten newly recruited to Enlightenment Peak, there were a total of two hundred and ten people.

The most favored were Immortal Performance Peak and Fate Peak, both expected to have more than ten people in the top fifty, thus the odds were very low, at 1.19 and 1.23 respectively.

The least favored was... Enlightenment Peak.

The odds for five people and below were 1.02, a baseline pool. Because Enlightenment Peak had Luo Qingyao, which secured at least one spot in the top fifty.

The odds for six to ten people skyrocketed to 208.37, essentially deemed impossible.

And for more than ten people, the odds were so absurd that there wasn't even a pool! This implied that every first-batch disciple from Enlightenment Peak would need to enter the top fifty.

"Tsk... what a pity."

Fan Wubing muttered regrettably.

He looked at the wager volume in the Enlightenment Peak pool. It was staggering! In total, equivalent to eight thousand seven hundred and forty-two low-grade Spirit Stones.

Was it really that exaggerated?

Thinking about it, yes, most people were betting on Luo Qingyao definitely making the top fifty to earn a safe return.

If a bet could give a guaranteed return, who wouldn't want to do it?

Hence, not only were there many bets, but the stake was also substantial.

Fan Wubing moved to the front and said,

"I bet on six to ten people from Enlightenment Peak making it into the top fifty!"

There are always people willing to gamble a little for a big win, so the disciple recording the bets wasn't surprised when he heard this and asked,

"How much?"

"Forty middle-grade Spirit Stones!"

"How much?" The second time, the question was clearly laced with disbelief.

"Forty middle-grade Spirit Stones!"

The people nearby laughed upon hearing this bet.

"Seriously, fellow Taoist? Most people bet a few dozen low-grade Spirit Stones for a small gamble just for fun, but you start off with forty middle-grade Spirit Stones, like a Wealth-Sending Boy?"

"If you've got so many Spirit Stones that you can't spend them, you could let me help you spend them!"

"Maybe he does have 'insider information'! Hahaha..."

Fan Wubing didn't say much, handed over his wager, kept his record, and stepped aside to wait.

If the pool weren't limited to just over eight thousand middle-grade Spirit Stones, betting forty low-grade Spirit Stones would have been enough to sweep the pool with the 198.37 odds leverage, he would've bet even more.

...

Finally, it began,

The first-batch disciples started entering the arena one after another.

Luo Qingyao was the center of attention.

Nobody was concerned about what rank she would achieve, but rather how many levels she could reach.

While others seemed to be struggling through a raid, Luo Qingyao was practically sweeping it.

She surged all the way to the eighth level before slowing down.

At this moment, by the Demon Refining Stele beside the Demon Refining Tower, she undoubtedly ranked first, while the runner-up only reached the third level.

What disparity!

This was it.

While others under fifteen struggled with Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment, she had already begun preparing for the Nascent Soul stage.

However, in the entire world, her region, Changsheng Continent, was only considered second-tier; the first-tier Immortal Continent… to most of the Eternal Immortal Sect, it's as elusive and mythical as a fairy tale.

Fan Wubing's focus wasn't on Luo Qingyao.

For him, as long as the wealthy young lady was enjoying herself, it was fine.

His attention was on the other ten disciples.

He looked at the rankings on the Demon Refining Stele.

For now, their names couldn't be seen in the top one hundred, mainly concentrating in the latter one hundred fifty ranks.

This performance was just as everyone expected.

Especially for those observing elders… they had no expectations for the performance of Enlightenment Peak. Only Zhang Jingwei closely stared at the Demon Refining Stele, fixated on the names of his disciples.

For now, the highest was Zhang Zhiwei, ranked one hundred fifty-second.

In the corner of the Immortal Performance Square.

Among the crowd of bettors, Fan Wubing estimated the time, thinking, it was about time to familiarize himself with the environment, and now was the time to act.

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