Chapter 129: A Guaranteed Profitable Business

Although they felt quite speechless, they had become accustomed to Bai Feiyu's habits. After all, among all the elite disciples of the Guixu Sect, Bai Feiyu was the only one who didn't focus on cultivation, instead spending his days obsessing over making money. Yet, despite this, his cultivation level continued to soar. You never saw him working hard, but he still managed to surpass you. Could you blame them for being frustrated? Therefore, the people in the sect had decided to ignore him and let him regret his choices on his own.

At this moment, Bai Feiyu was stealthily eyeing the betting boxes scattered around, wondering how he could place his bets without anyone noticing, given the massive amount of spirit stones he possessed. The White Alliance he had just founded didn't have many spirit stones to its name. If he suddenly produced the vast wealth he had earned in the Toba Ruins, it would surely invite suspicion. Besides, if he didn't play a big hand this time, how could he make a sudden splash? Boss Bai’s plan was to establish his own sect in the future, a goal that required far more than a simple sum of money.

He glanced around, regretting that he hadn't brought the brothers from his dormitory; now, holding so much wealth, he had no opportunity to place a bet without drawing unwanted attention. It was simply too much.

Bai Feiyu lowered his voice and spoke to Qian Shuang, "Qian Shuang, could you help me place some bets later? Go somewhere a bit further away and bet on me."

"I won't hide it from you—I made a fortune in the Toba Ruins that I didn't turn over to the sect. If I bring out this much money to bet now, it will definitely raise eyebrows, so I need you to place the bets for me..."

Despite her being the sect leader's daughter, Bai Feiyu trusted Qian Shuang deeply, so he told her everything. Qian Shuang was shocked. She knew that if Bai Feiyu described it as a "fortune," it must be a staggering amount. After all, even among the elite disciples, Bai Feiyu was already considered quite wealthy, and he was notoriously stingy and reluctant to spend a single coin.

"Alright, no problem. But you haven't been training lately—can you really guarantee you'll win?" Qian Shuang asked, skeptical of where his confidence came from. In a situation where every sect's prodigies were gathered here, who could guarantee victory?

"Don't worry. Who am I? I'm the man who creates miracles. Back when I faced the Sect Master of Yunling, didn't everyone think it was impossible for me to kill him?" Bai Feiyu gave a mysterious smile and added, "As long as I don't run into the strongest disciples of each sect, I have no worries. Trust me, bet on me this time—it’s a guaranteed win!"

Seeing his firm assurance, Qian Shuang nodded. As the daughter of the sect leader, few dared to interfere with her. She could go to a distant betting station, provided that Bai Feiyu could actually win. Bai Feiyu quietly handed her a storage bag, telling her it contained many other smaller bags filled with spirit stones. "Bet it all! Go all in!"

Only now did Bai Feiyu feel a true sense of security. Having struck it rich before, he had realized the importance of storage bags and bought a large quantity of them; they were finally coming in handy. He wondered if the betting boxes could even hold all the wealth he was about to pour in.

Qian Shuang felt a flicker of doubt. Just how much money did this man have? She felt she could never truly see through him.

Suddenly, a roar of excitement erupted from the audience. Everyone turned toward the podium, where a majestic figure had descended. It was a middle-aged man, radiating a peaceful aura, surrounded by the imagery of nine dragons. This was the current Emperor of Zhao, father of the Fourth Princess.

Every disciple gazed at the figure on the stage with fiery eyes, deep down hoping that one day, they too could become such a towering figure. Only Bai Feiyu muttered to himself, wondering how much audacity it took for this guy to style himself as the "Human Emperor." He knew that to be called a Human Emperor, one had to be a powerhouse of the entire human race, not just a ruler of the State of Zhao. Wasn't he afraid of being discovered by stronger experts outside and having his nation wiped out in a fit of rage? However, Bai Feiyu dared not voice these thoughts; he knew the Emperor's cultivation was formidable. If he spoke ill of him here, he might be detected, and even the Guixu Sect Master wouldn't be able to protect him.

"Elite prodigies of Zhao, the sect grand competition has begun once again. This is your chance to stand out and make a name for yourselves. Go forth, young ones!"

"This time, the top-ranked sect will receive a massive allocation of resources from the State of Zhao. Unlike in the past, the supported sect will have the full strength of the nation concentrated on cultivating its prodigies."

"I hope you will all give it your best. Zhao needs you; you will be the backbone of this nation!"

The Emperor’s words caused a stir among the sect disciples and the surrounding crowd. Never before had a grand competition been treated with such gravity. Previously, sects were only a small part of the state's concern; now, it seemed the Emperor intended to significantly bolster the power of the sects. It was almost unbelievable, and it set every sect abuzz.

Qian Shuang whispered an explanation to Bai Feiyu: "The Emperor has realized that if he doesn't increase support for the sects, the imperial court will be continuously controlled by the various noble families. He doesn't want to be at their mercy, which is why he’s cultivating these sect talents, hoping they will be grateful and act as a counterweight to the families."

"This is the Emperor's true goal. Historically, this has happened many times; the noble families we see today are the products of previous grand competitions."

Bai Feiyu suddenly understood. No matter how strong the Emperor's cultivation or how centralized his power, he still had to deal with the families below. He was doing this to maintain the balance of Zhao, refusing to let the noble families monopolize all the resources.