Martial arts competition

After hearing all of Helian Weiwei's plans, the handsome young man flashed a toothy smile at the corners of his mouth. Helian Weiwei looked at him, her smile indicating that she was waiting for his decision.

The beautiful young man raised an eyebrow and carefully examined Helian Weiwei before speaking slowly, "Order the guards to cooperate with this person's actions. Young Master Ben wants to set up a gambling event on his own."

And so, the next day, Wuxiu City witnessed the grandest gambling event.

The gambling game was held alongside the Martial Cultivation Conference, with participants streaming into the Wuxiu Gate. The bets placed outside grew larger and larger, and those who bet on Helian Jiao'er kept winning, causing a frenzy of excitement.

A luxurious carriage rolled over the jade cyan ground, its silver-white wheels exuding an understated yet captivating brilliance. The voice of the carriage driver was low, revealing his handsome face that seemed to have a hint of redness in his hair and a flicker of red light in his eyes when he glanced down. "We have arrived," he announced.

With just two words, an irresistible coldness emanated from him.

Behind the curtain, nobody knew who was inside the carriage. Only a tall figure could be vaguely seen, their slender fingers leisurely turning the tail ring on their little finger, emanating an aura of austerity.

The "horseman" bowed his head and curled his lips into a smile, answering respectfully, "Yes."

Meanwhile, Helian Weiwei, dressed in men's clothing, rested her chin on her hand, idly playing with a paper fan in her palm. The more people bet against Helian Jiao'er, the wider her smile became. "This time, you can make a lot of money," she remarked.

The white cat listened, unimpressed by the conversation, but couldn't help but admire this woman's money-making abilities.

"It seems that escaping from Taibai Academy was the right choice," Helian Weiwei mused, her slender legs crossed, exuding a sense of freedom. She hooked her lips with a wicked grin, "No one can beat me in this gamble. Xiaobai, go and place a hundred taels of silver on my side. Bet more, win more."

The white cat raised an eyebrow coldly. "I can't transform into a human form, so how can I go?" he retorted.

Helian Weiwei smiled cunningly. "I saw a black wind horse earlier helping its master choose a side. Here, there seem to be many divine beasts."

"That's because there are world-class martial artists here," the white cat calmly explained. "So, you must be careful while you're playing."

Helian Weiwei blinked and didn't speak further.

Not far away, a pair of deep eyes looked down disdainfully at the master and servant whispering below, a glimmer of light flashing in them.

The man had an excellent figure, with powerful and slender legs, a straight posture, and clad in white that fluttered elegantly. He sat there calmly, exuding an imposing aura.

In his hand, he held a cup of tea, and his fingertips unintentionally exerted more force on the cup. His sexy lips remained devoid of any staining, like an immortal from the heavens.

The horseman standing beside him chuckled, his eyes flashing red. "Master, just wait. I'll go catch the prey for you right now!" he exclaimed.

The man turned his eyes slightly, his expression indifferent, but suddenly cold.

The horseman paused and retraced his steps, realizing how terrifying that look was.

His scalp tingled, and he gently licked his lower lip.

The man slowly took a sip of tea, his voice expressionless as he spoke, "Follow the white cat. Bet on whoever it bets, and multiply the betting amount by ten."

"Yes!" the horseman obediently acknowledged, though a bit confused about his master's intentions.

And the man, with his gaze fixed on the figure in men's clothing on the stage, gradually revealed a wicked charm at the corners of his mouth...

As Helian Weiwei rubbed her arms and looked around, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine. Was she underdressed?

Wait, she needed to finish her makeup quickly and add more layers of clothing.

Sigh, she was about to turn into a black briquette again.

Just as Helian Weiwei sighed, the white cat returned and approached with measured steps. In a soft voice, he informed her, "I checked the list, and so far, you're the only one who bet on yourself."

"Good," Helian Weiwei said, satisfaction evident as she imagined the silver flowing towards her as if it had wings. Life couldn't get any better.

Onlookers who saw the list laughed, commenting, "There are still people betting on that waste to win? They must have a brain problem!"

Upon hearing this, the attentive horseman turned his head and glanced at his master, who remained cold and indifferent, seemingly oblivious to the conversation.

Sometimes, as an ancient divine beast, it truly couldn't fathom what its owner was thinking...

Time flew, and the organizers took their seats on the judging stage one by one.

The most eye-catching figure at the table was the unparalleled prince dressed in white, radiating unmatched charm in the city.

His profile appeared even gentler than before, and every gesture exuded a subtle dignity that drew all eyes towards him.

Including Helian Jiao'er.

Today, she wore a white-pink gauze skirt with a collar made of fine fox fur. With her melon seed-shaped face and a smile, she cast her gaze upon Jing Wushuang, remembering what her maid had told her before she arrived. Her beautiful eyes carried a hint of mischief.

Indeed, it was easy for such a man to captivate others.

Being adored by him made Helian Jiao'er feel increasingly confident, and even the smile at the corners of her mouth grew wider. "This time, you can make a lot of money," she murmured.

The white cat listened, unimpressed by it all, but couldn't help but acknowledge this woman's ability to make money.

"It seems that escaping from Taibai Academy was the right decision," Helian Jiao'er thought. Her slender legs gracefully matched her appearance, free from any constraints. She hooked her thin lips, full of mischief. "No one can surpass me in this gamble. Xiaobai, go and place a bet of a hundred taels of silver on my side. Bet more, win more."

"I can't transform into a human form, so how can I do that?" the white cat coldly retorted.

Helian Weiwei cunningly smiled. "I saw a black wind horse earlier, helping its master choose a side. Here, it seems there are many divine beasts."

"That's because there are world-class martial artists here," the white cat calmly explained. "So, you must be cautious when playing."

Helian Weiwei blinked and fell silent.

Not far away, a pair of deep eyes looked down condescendingly at the master and servant duo whispering below. A glint of light flickered in those eyes.

The man had an impressive physique, with slender and powerful legs, a straight posture, and a white outfit that billowed elegantly. Sitting there calmly, he emanated a commanding presence.

In his hand, he held a cup of tea, and unintentionally, his fingertips tightened their grip on the cup. His seductive lips remained untouched, like a celestial being from the Ninth Heaven.

The horseman standing beside him chuckled, his eyes flashing red. "Master, just wait. I'll go catch the prey for you right now!" he exclaimed.

The man turned his gaze sideways, his expression impassive, but suddenly, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

The horseman paused and retreated, feeling the dreadfulness of that look.

His scalp tingled, and he gently licked his lower lip.

The man took a slow sip of tea, his voice devoid of any emotion as he spoke, "Follow the white cat's lead. Bet on whoever it bets, and multiply the betting amount by ten."

"Yes!" the horseman whispered, though still uncertain of his master's intentions.

And as the man's gaze remained fixed on the figure dressed in men's clothing on the stage, an enigmatic charm slowly spread across his lips...