CHAPTER 573: CHAPTER 573 DISCORD BETWEEN FACE AND HEART

"Qin Yi, have you ever considered the consequences?"

The Qi Refiners here are the top young elites from various countries. Especially in small countries like the Wolf Country and Southern Country, young elites are scarce. If something goes wrong, it would effectively sever their heritage, which would be a devastating blow to their line of Qi Refiners.

"Consequences?" Qin Yi slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "The consequence is that I want Qi Refiners from all countries to tremble at the mention of my name."

"Being reactive is not my style; I prefer proactive strategies. Decades ago, when various countries joined forces to invade, Longxia won, but many heroes perished at Luoshen Mountain. That’s the result of being on the defense. And even though Longxia won, the other countries still aren’t afraid of Longxia. Do you know why?"

Xiahou Jun shook his head.

Qin Yi responded coldly, "That’s because people like the Azure Dragon didn’t truly make those wretched creatures feel pain. I’m not like the older generation of Qi Refiners; I won’t wait until the enemy is at our doorstep to retaliate. I’ll strike first."

"This time, I want to strike them until they feel pain, strike until they’re afraid, strike until they can no longer harbor the thought of invading Longxia, strike until they shiver just thinking about it in their next life."

"Xiahou Jun, a catastrophe is upon us. Our duty is to protect Longxia. I don’t want to be distracted by these cats and dogs from other countries at a critical moment."

Xiahou Jun was silent; Qin Yi’s dominance was undeniable. This was probably his charm, making these people genuinely want to follow him.

"Alright, whatever you say I’ll do."

Qin Yi nodded slightly.

After a brief conversation, Qin Yi quietly left.

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The next day, as the first light of dawn appeared.

Due to the terrain, the area of Saber Forest Valley remained dark, only illuminated when the sun was directly overhead, lighting the basin.

However, the camps from various countries had already begun preparing for today’s wager.

Nan ZaiXu, Mo Buwen, and the Flower Demon simultaneously stepped out of their tents, looking at each other with insincere smiles as they exchanged greetings.

Although the three of them had come together this time, they were not truly cooperating. The reason they banded together was to deter the Qi Refiners from other countries; otherwise, if those countries sensed their discord, they might harbor other thoughts.

They feared death more than anyone, so they had to show cooperation on the surface to intimidate the smaller countries.

A typical case of outward unity but internal discord.

"Good morning, Brother Nan!" The Flower Demon still wore her adorable look, tilting her little head and greeting with assumed innocence.

Nan ZaiXu tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Flower Demon, there’s no one else here. Who are you performing for?"

"I’m not performing, Brother Nan. Why do you say I’m performing?" The Flower Demon asked with an innocent face.

Nan ZaiXu let out a cold laugh. Others might not know, but he clearly understood the malicious heart hidden beneath this cute facade.

"Brother Nan, what have you got your eyes on today?" Mo Buwen spoke up, playing the mediator. If Nan ZaiXu and the Flower Demon turned against each other and the smaller countries found out, who knows what could happen.

Nan ZaiXu pondered for a moment, "I think that Golden Light Thunder Fist Secret Manual in Sha Wuqiu’s hands from the Southern Country is quite good."

"Brother Mo, what do you have your eye on?"

Mo Buwen smiled and said, "I’m not interested in these things, but the women from the Wolf Country are quite appealing. I like them."

"Brother Mo, I heard the woman Sha Wuqiu gave you yesterday died? You must be quite something," the Flower Demon remarked in a sweet voice, speaking the coldest of words.

Mo Buwen laughed heartily, "She lasted three hours in my hands, which is already not bad. The women of Longxia are good but a bit too delicate, they can’t withstand it."

"Then I wish Brother Mo good luck today in winning a few more women from the Wolf Country, so you won’t be lonely for the next few days."

Mo Buwen chuckled, "That’s exactly what I was thinking; otherwise, I truly don’t know how to get through these long nights."

Nan ZaiXu looked at the Flower Demon, "Do you know, Flower Demon, what you’ve got your eyes on?"

The Flower Demon smiled sweetly, "I’ve got my eyes on Brother Nan and Brother Mo. Unfortunately, you two are destined to be men I can’t have."

For a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl to say such words would seem strange, but coming from the Flower Demon, it seemed entirely normal.

"Why don’t you go and scourge other men? I still want to live a few more years," Nan ZaiXu laughed.

Mo Buwen nodded in agreement, thinking the same as Nan ZaiXu.

"You two are really dull; wouldn’t it be great if you both died? Then those young elites under your command would belong to me," the Flower Demon said with innocent mischief.

Mo Buwen and Nan ZaiXu’s expressions turned sullen.

"Then you won’t have that chance," Nan ZaiXu sneered, turning and leaving.

"I must go prepare as well," Mo Buwen said with a cold smile, also leaving.

The Flower Demon watched them leave, the corner of her mouth lifting in a grin that was far too twisted for her age.

"Brother Wu Zhao," the Flower Demon called out.

Wu Zhao stepped out of the tent.

"Brother Wu Zhao, is breakfast ready? I’m so hungry," the Flower Demon said, rubbing her small belly like a sister sweetly pleading with her brother.

Wu Zhao laughed indulgently, "It’s been ready a long time, all your favorites."

"Brother Wu Zhao treats me the best, much better than those two nasty brothers, Nan ZaiXu and Mo Buwen." The Flower Demon skipped over, affectionately holding Wu Zhao’s hand, "Come on, let’s go have breakfast. Only then can Brother Wu Zhao help me win more things back today."

A flicker of disgust passed through Wu Zhao’s eyes, causing his skin to crawl, but he smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll do my utmost."

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The sun fully rose, lighting up the basin.

Everyone gathered in the open area at the basin’s center.

In total, there were seven countries, creating a scene reminiscent of the Seven Warring States.

Each faction occupied a different position, with a long table set up in front of each camp. Each table was laden with items—there were weapons, Secret Manuals on Cultivation Techniques, and many beautiful women... All of these served as stakes in the wagers.

In front of each country’s camp stood more than a dozen beautiful women, striving to showcase their allure, yet their pallid faces and eyes filled with fear revealed just how terrified they truly were.

"Young Master Sha, are you satisfied with the woman given to you yesterday? Are your subordinates still capable of fighting today, or are their legs too weak to even lift a weapon?" Mo Buwen said with evil mockery, sitting in a Taishi Chair.

Directly opposite, a young man with a muscular physique sat in a wide chair, lined with thick blankets almost enough to function as a bed. With a beautiful woman from the Wolf Country in his arms, he glanced at Mo Buwen and grinned wickedly, "Your Longxia women are too fragile. Before my subordinates could even return, the woman you sent yesterday was played to death. Absolutely useless."

"Our Longxia women might be fragile, but their gentleness is unmatched. If Young Master Sha didn’t fully enjoy himself last night, you could win a few more today to ensure your satisfaction," Mo Buwen said with lascivious expression.

Those Longxia women, used as stakes, turned deathly pale at Mo Buwen’s words, their delicate faces as white as paper as they trembled uncontrollably.