novelraw Chapter 1321: Baobao Picks Up Money, Everyone Feels at Ease
Chapter 1321: Baobao Picks Up Money, Everyone Feels at Ease
"Did I say something wrong? A win is a win, a loss is a loss, where’s the need for so many excuses? The reason you were easily defeated by us is because you were too clever for your own good, what’s there to be proud of?" Han Yan scolded unceremoniously.Although Huayue and the others hiding their strength was exactly what she wanted, seeing them being looked down upon so much or even considered as hindering the team, Han Yan still felt uncomfortable. Lv Junran likening them to teammates like pigs made Han Yan unbearably angry, and she naturally wouldn’t spare him any face.
Zhao Feng and others all looked at Lv Junran. The reason for their clean and disgraceful defeat was indeed due to Lv Junran’s idea of preserving strength, so they felt somewhat resentful towards Lv Junran. However, since his strength was higher than theirs and he was the leader of the group for this trip to Shangyue, they couldn’t say much.
Lv Junran was rendered speechless by Han Yan’s scolding, his face flushing red with shame, unable to utter a single word. He turned around and left the martial arts arena.
Only then did a round of cheering erupt from behind. Despite Huayue and the others’ mediocre performance, Han Yan, by her own strength, won everyone’s acknowledgment.
"Hahaha, I knew it would be like this. Those guys actually bet that Han Yan would lose, a bunch of idiots." As Han Yan stepped down from the competition platform, she heard Ling Baobao’s arrogant laughter.
Needless to say, that match just now allowed Ling Baobao to "pick up" quite a bit of silver.
Beside him, Yue Xiuqing looked envious. This was the seating area for contestants, and there weren’t many seats available. This guy found a tiny stool from who knows where, sitting on it hunched over, making him half a head shorter than Huayue and the others next to him, looking utterly deflated with no semblance of the dignity of a Royal Family.
"Aunt, you worked hard, you didn’t get hurt just now, did you?" Upon seeing Han Yan come over, Yue Xiuqing eagerly greeted her, kneading her shoulders with a fawning smile, mimicking Taowu’s previous actions, just like a human sword pet.
Han Yan was a generation younger than Yue Fanchen, yet one generation older than Yue Xiuqing, hence he should call Han Yan "Aunt." Unlike Han Yan calling Yue Fanchen "Uncle," which was somewhat awkward, this guy calling "Aunt" seemed smooth and natural. Likely accustomed to being bullied, calling "Aunt" a few times made no difference.
"Why are you here?" Han Yan asked.
"I was worried about Aunt getting injured, so I came specifically to check." Yue Xiuqing said ingratiatingly.
"What’s the matter? Speak quickly." Han Yan said impatiently. Ever since learning of Han Yan’s identity, this guy no longer considered that debt important, sticking around her like sticky candy, making Han Yan extremely irritated.
"Hehe, it’s like this, I want to borrow some money from you." Yue Xiuqing said sheepishly.
"Why do you need to borrow money? You haven’t even repaid what you owe me before." Han Yan gave Yue Xiuqing a glance, truly unable to fathom where this guy found the audacity, not having repaid a single penny before and now coming again to borrow money.
"I’ve seen Brother Ling winning money quite easily and want to follow suit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have money to repay you either." Yue Xiuqing said with a fawning smile, his sycophantic demeanor making Han Yan feel disgusted.
"How much do you want to borrow?" Han Yan asked.
"A few million taels should be enough." Yue Xiuqing tentatively said. Originally, he wanted to borrow more, but considering the massive debt he owed Han Yan, he was embarrassed to make excessive demands.
"Take it, remember to repay." Towards family, Han Yan was never stingy, casually giving him five million taels in silver notes.
"Thank you, Aunt, thank you, Aunt." Yue Xiuqing joyfully accepted the silver notes, his sugary smile making even Huayue and the others feel disgusted.
"Also, gambling isn’t good." Han Yan reminded Yue Xiuqing.
Although she didn’t care much about the several million, Han Yan didn’t wish to see him betting recklessly and losing it all. Ling Baobao might easily make money thanks to his good eye power, but this straw bag nephew certainly doesn’t have such keen eye power.
"Don’t worry, Aunt, I’ll bet the same way Brother Ling does, no problem." Yue Xiuqing, knowing his limitations, nodded and bowed.
"Hmm, right, Baobao, place a bet for me too." Han Yan nodded and threw a stack of silver notes to Ling Baobao.
"Aunt, didn’t you say gambling isn’t good?" Yue Xiuqing was taken aback, cautiously asking.
"Gambling isn’t good, but what he’s doing is picking up money, not gambling." Han Yan stated confidently.
Yue Xiuqing rolled his eyes, filled with disdain.
Huayue and the others habitually took out silver notes and handed them to Ling Baobao, trusting him to pick up money.
After receiving the silver notes, Yue Xiuqing happily followed Ling Baobao, while the matches continued below the stage.
The second match was Yue Fanchen, Long Ya, Long Dan, Long Xin, plus a young disciple from the Royal Sword Sound Academy against another team from Sword Sound Academy disciples.
Perhaps Han Yan and the others had bad luck, encountering Lv Junran and his team from West Qin right away, a strong face-off. The other opponents that Yue Fanchen, Jing Jianjue, Yi Xingtian drew were all teams from Royal Sword Hero Academy, much weaker in comparison.
No surprises occurred; Yue Fanchen and Long Ya’s team won effortlessly, using less than ten breaths to easily defeat their opponents.
Being too easy, no applause followed; nothing exciting, leaving everyone disappointed.
Such results were no surprise to Han Yan. She knew Yue Fanchen’s strength well; even among elite warriors of Royal Sword Hero Academy, others struggled to match him.
Perhaps due to the wide gap in skill for the upcoming matches, the instructor acting as referee didn’t bother wasting time, announcing the next match as soon as Yue Fanchen and others stepped off.
This match featured Yi Xingtian from Beiqi Xuelan Academy and others against disciples from Royal Sword Hero Academy.
Yi Xingtian, with her cold beauty and tall figure, accompanied by two charming young maids, took the stage, causing whistles and cheers below.
With such disparity in strength, the match was predictably uninteresting, yet such beauty and skill were enough to capture everyone’s attention.
Yi Xingtian’s gaze slowly swept across below, her icy look like sharp sword edge piercing hearts, chilling everyone to the core, extinguishing any fanciful thoughts, silencing the arena.
"Draw your swords." Yi Xingtian then turned to the Sword Sound Academy disciples stepping on stage, her dismissive gaze treating them as mere ants.