Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1269 1269: She's Definitely Going to Scam This Brat

Zhao Jing laughed and said, "Young friend Qin Yi, let me first take you to your resting place."

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "Thank you for the trouble."

"Please."

As Zhao Jing led Qin Yi and the others out of the grand hall, they passed by the martial practice field where hundreds of members from the Sword Sect branch were practicing two sword movements in perfect unison, creating quite a spectacle.

Zhao Jing laughed and said, "Young friend Qin Yi, how do you find our Sword Sect branch disciples?"

"Not bad."

Zhao Jing was slightly taken aback, "Young friend Qin Yi, you are truly a prodigy. I wonder if this old man can learn a thing or two from your skills."

Qin Yi paused for a moment, finally realizing why Zhao Jing brought him here. He wanted to test his skills.

"Just right, I also wish to learn just how formidable the Sword Sect's skills are."

Zhao Jing laughed, gesturing with his hand, "Please."

Ran Zitong quietly asked, "Fairy Yun, is Qin Yi going to spar with the Great Elder?"

Yun Mengyao nodded, "It seems someone is asking for trouble."

Ran Zitong worriedly said, "Fairy Yun, you know Qin Yi isn't a match for the Great Elder, why not stop him."

"Hm?" Yun Mengyao paused then smiled, "I said someone is asking for trouble, and it's not Qin Yi but the Great Elder."

Ran Zitong was shocked, "You mean even the Great Elder can't match Qin Yi."

Yun Mengyao laughed, "Not to mention the Great Elder, even if the Sword Sect Sect Master came, he might not necessarily defeat Qin Yi. After all, I've never seen him lose."

Ran Zitong was so shocked her mouth hung open wide, yet she was skeptical of Yun Mengyao's words. The Sword Sect Sect Master is such a powerful figure; how could Qin Yi match him, especially since Qin Yi is so young.

Zhao Jing led Qin Yi forward as the practicing disciples rushed to pay respects.

Zhao Jing spoke loudly, "This young friend beside me is Qin Yi, who has honored us with his presence at our Sword Sect branch today, an immense fortune indeed. Although Qin Yi is young, his cultivation is anything but weak. Today you are in for a treat, as I will spar a few moves with Qin Yi. Watch closely; it will greatly benefit your cultivation."

The disciples present were astonished, looking at Qin Yi with doubt and disdain, yet none with optimism. After all, Qin Yi was excessively young, younger than anyone present. How high could his cultivation be at this age?

Perhaps he's the son of some influential person, coming to the Sword Sect to make a name for himself?

Zhao Jing waved his hand, "Everyone, step back."

All disciples obediently stepped back, clearing the area.

"I wonder which influential family's young master dares challenge the Great Elder. Truly courting disaster."

"Regardless of winning or losing, he'll have sparred with the Great Elder, that's enough bragging material back home."

"The Great Elder being so esteemed, accommodating such a junior, suggests this person isn't simple."

Discussions erupted among the disciples.

Yun Mengyao felt displeased, "Your Great Elder is so esteemed, does that make our Qin Yi a nobody? Stop bragging, if your Great Elder loses, don't make excuses."

The disciples turned to see the speaker, stunned to find a fairy-like beauty.

"This fairy, are you with that Qin Yi?" someone asked.

Yun Mengyao lifted her chin, "What if I am?"

"You just said Qin Yi would win?"

"So what, should Qin Yi lose?"

Immediately, laughter erupted, "Whatever the fairy says is right; if you say Qin Yi can win, then he can win."

Yun Mengyao was frustrated, annoyed, "Don't underestimate him. If you don't believe me, let's bet."

"Bet on what?" someone asked out of curiosity.

Yun Mengyao said, "Bet gold coins, I'll be the bank, betting on whether the Great Elder or Qin Yi will win. The odds are two-to-one for the Great Elder and ten-to-one for Qin Yi. Dare to bet?"

"Ten-to-one for Qin Yi, seems you don't have much confidence in Qin Yi. Isn't this plainly giving us money?" someone laughed.

Yun Mengyao scornfully replied, "What do you know, this is called clever investing. What if Qin Yi wins."

"Haha, I guarantee there won't be any 'what if'."

Yun Mengyao angrily said, "Bet or not, just place your bets if you're betting; if not, scram and stop mocking."

It's rare for such a beautiful woman to appear at the Sword Sect branch, and these disciples all wanted to chat with Yun Mengyao more. Who knows, they might get lucky and be favored by a fairy?

"Alright, I'll bet one gold coin on the Great Elder winning."

Yun Mengyao smiled, "Left side for Qin Yi, right side for the Great Elder, if you want to make money, hurry and bet."

"I'll bet one gold coin on the Great Elder winning too."

These disciples, living a rather dull life, followed the crowd and began betting.

Yun Mengyao was full of disdain, "Could you do better? Betting one gold coin at a time, are the Sword Sect disciples all this poor?"

The Sword Sect disciples felt a wave of embarrassment, immediately elevating their bets to two coins, then three coins. The most being a gold coin.

Actually, these Sword Sect disciples aren't affluent; they receive only five gold coins monthly, which is considered the best treatment among the various sects in Southern Middle State.

"I'll bet a thousand gold coins."

Suddenly, a handsome young man walked forward, weighing a moneybag that clinked loudly.

Yun Mengyao's eyes sparkled, knowing a thousand gold coins, enough to cover a third-rate sect's yearly expenses. This isn't a small sum.

She looked at the young man and smiled beautifully, "I apologize for my earlier words. Sword Sect disciples can indeed be wealthy."

"Hahaha, the fairy might not know, but this is Wu Lin, the grandson of our Seventh Elder Wu Lin. Not only handsome but strong in cultivation and wealthy."

Wu Zihua's grandson?

Yun Mengyao scrutinized him; she was already displeased with Wu Zihua, so she was set on taking his grandson for all he's worth.

"So it's Young Master Wu Lin. No wonder you're so lavish. Who do you bet to win?"

Wu Lin gazed at Yun Mengyao's exquisite beauty, captivated, "Of course, I bet on the Great Elder winning."

"Then please place your bet."

"No rush!" Wu Lin smiled at Yun Mengyao, "A thousand gold coins, if the Great Elder wins, you must compensate me double. I'm worried the fairy can't produce a thousand coins."

Yun Mengyao was furious, "Who are you looking down on? Forget a thousand coins, I could pay ten thousand."

"Then please show me a thousand gold coins for reassurance to bet freely, isn't it?"

Yun Mengyao's face stiffened, "Are you going to bet or not? Stop causing trouble, go play elsewhere if you're not betting."

Wu Lin laughed, "So the fairy wants to trap the wolf with an empty hand, you don't have the money."

"Nonsense, my money is all with Qin Yi. If I lose, I'll definitely pay you in full. Isn't this the Sword Sect branch, your territory? Are you worried I wouldn't pay up?"

The crowd nodded, feeling Yun Mengyao made sense, as it was indeed the Sword Sect branch.

Wu Lin nodded slightly, "Makes sense. But what if Qin Yi doesn't have money either? Here's an additional condition for me to bet."

"What condition?" Yun Mengyao asked.

Wu Lin smilingly said, "If, by any chance, the fairy cannot produce the money, you'll have to kiss me in front of everyone. Can't let me lose face and money, right?"