Amidst the excitement, some individuals would place bets on each other or wager with the house, making the entire arena atmosphere quite lively.
However, those entering were all cultivators, each capable of moving mountains, filling seas, and swallowing clouds and spitting mist. If they were to use even a little of their spiritual power, it would inevitably affect the fairness of the contests.
Therefore, the Song family devised a method: they obtained several Qiankun Dou Zhuan Magnetic Stones from the barren polar regions and placed them around the viewing stands. These magnetic stones could completely suppress spiritual energy. Once a person entered their influence zone, they would instantly become no different from an ordinary person.
Or rather, it was precisely because the Song family possessed these Qiankun Dou Zhuan Magnetic Stones that they had the sudden inspiration to open such an arena. Such venues were so popular among the common folk; if this kind of business establishment were moved to the cultivation world, it should also be quite a sensation.
Unexpectedly, upon opening, it was indeed as they had predicted, with every session fully booked.
Mo Qi and Tong Wuqi were currently witnessing its popularity firsthand. From afar, they could see crowds of people, a sea of heads, all jammed at the entrance buying tickets.
Even with several ticket windows operating simultaneously, it still appeared to be struggling to keep up.
The arena entrance was packed, a chaotic mess.
Eventually, the Song family had to step in to maintain order, making everyone blocking the entrance queue up to buy tickets, admitting one person at a time.
As the ticket sellers were too slow and more people kept arriving, some individuals tried to take advantage of the confusion, sneaking their way forward. Consequently, the entrance remained congested and exceptionally chaotic.
The Song family thought of another solution: they set up a dedicated ticket booth not far from the main entrance, directing all those without tickets to purchase them there.
After buying tickets, they could enter the arena directly with their stubs.
This quickly alleviated the pressure at the entrance, and the ticket selling area became less chaotic, operating in an orderly fashion.
While queuing to enter, the two also saw Fen Tian, Le Yu, and Murong Jing. These three had now become unemployed, spending their days together.
For some reason, Fen Tian and Le Yu looked at Mo Qi with eyes full of hatred.
Perhaps out of jealousy, Mo Qi thought, choosing to ignore them.
Upon seeing Mo Qi, Murong Jing's eyes flickered, and he dodged left and right, not daring to meet Mo Qi's gaze.
Just then, a beautiful figure gracefully arrived and walked directly towards the three.
The expressions of all three changed, and they immediately put on smiling faces. Fen Tian and Le Yu, in particular, had their eyes gleaming.
Mo Qi's expression also changed. The arrival was none other than Murong Yanran!
Mo Qi couldn't help but turn his head away.
At this moment, he also guessed why Fen Tian and Le Yu looked at him as if he were an enemy.
He surmised that both of them were fond of Murong Yanran, and Murong Jing had informed them of the recent events involving Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran, with a radiant smile, looked at Murong Jing, "Brother, have my tickets been bought?"
Murong Jing also turned his head away and said, "Bought, bought."
As he spoke, he handed a ticket to Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran took the ticket and felt something was odd. "What's wrong with you? Is your neck uncomfortable?"
"No, no," Murong Jing turned back, but due to turning too quickly, with a crack, he actually twisted his neck. He let out a cry, "My neck is fine."
Murong Yanran chuckled. Inadvertently, as she turned her head, she saw Mo Qi and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah, husband, you're here too?"
Mo Qi felt a headache coming on!
For the first time, being called "husband" in public made him a little unable to control himself, his face flushing instantly.
He lowered his head, glanced at her quickly, and said, "Who is your husband? Don't just shout."
Murong Yanran immediately ran over and linked her arm through his, "You! You've already gone through the wedding ceremony with me, are you still going to deny it?"
Mo Qi, fearing that a forceful movement might hurt her self-esteem, gently shook his arm, attempting to dislodge her, but without success.
"Let go first. In broad daylight, holding onto each other like this, what kind of propriety is this?" Mo Qi, unable to cope, said in a low voice.
However, by this time, countless pairs of eyes were already fixed on them, each pair like a brush, peeling away Mo Qi's skin layer by layer.
Mo Qi's face turned even redder!
What was happening today? His skin was so thick, how could he be made to blush like this?
Murong Yanran obediently let go of his hand and stood behind him.
Tong Wuqi backed away, his face filled with shock.
What was going on? Wasn't he going to stop Chao Xixue's wedding a few days ago? How had he gotten married to someone else in the blink of an eye?
Did he fail to stop it and then seek revenge on Chao Xixue?
But if Chao Xixue had married Murong Jing, Murong Jing wouldn't have come out alone.
It seemed they hadn't gotten married after all!
If they hadn't married, why would Mo Qi have married Murong Yanran?
If Mo Qi and Murong Yanran had married, why weren't they appearing as a couple, and why were they meeting by chance here?
Could it be that they were faking this chance encounter?
That meant Brother Mo deliberately sought me out, then let me suggest coming to play, and then pretended it was a chance encounter.
How did he know I would suggest coming here to play?
This Brother Mo is truly unfathomable.
I really can't understand him more and more.
Fen Tian and Le Yu stared at Mo Qi, their eyes seeming to spew fire.
After entering, the three of them went to the beast arena.
Murong Yanran wore a pleated skirt with scattered floral mist, a light-colored smoke shirt over it. Her eyebrows were like ink, her skin fair and lips red. The jade bracelet on her wrist accentuated her snow-white skin, and the woven brocade belt at her waist revealed her delicate figure.
Overall, she gave off an impression of fresh and refined beauty, with a touch of playful cuteness.
As she walked, she attracted countless gazes.
"Isn't that Miss Yanran of the Murong family? A renowned beauty in the Qionglu Realm. It's truly fortunate to encounter her here today."
"Who are the two people beside her? Are they her attendants?"
"I really want to kill those two attendants and replace them."
"That's not right, the state of those two attendants is off. How can they hold their heads high and look straight ahead? Especially one of them, acting as if no one else is around, so self-important, truly deserves a beating!"
"Ah!" Some people, seeing Murong Yanran bowing and behaving courteously as she walked, had their eyes glued to her. "What's going on? Am I seeing things wrong, or has Miss Murong's eyes gone bad?"
The beast arena was surprisingly popular, as fighting蛊 worms wasn't much to watch.
Led by Mo Qi, the three walked directly to the center. Mo Qi stepped forward, about to sit down.
Murong Yanran said, "Wait a moment." As Mo Qi stood there dumbfounded, Murong Yanran swiftly moved forward, took out a handkerchief, quickly wiped the stool, and then said with a radiant smile, "Husband, you can sit now."
Mo Qi felt uncomfortable all over, but he still sat down involuntarily.
The surrounding people collapsed in a heap. Some were almost driven mad, desperately scratching their scalps.
"What kind of world is this? Miss Yanran's eyes really have a problem."
"Even if her eyes have a problem, she can still touch a couple. Ugly gourds and rotten melons, you can still feel them out."
"Another fresh flower stuck in cow dung!"
Murong Jing and the other two also walked in. Led by Le Yu, they sat next to the three.
As soon as Murong Yanran sat down, she got up again and walked out, going somewhere unknown.
Murong Jing asked, "Where are you going?"
Murong Yanran glanced at him, gave no response, and went out.
Tong Wuqi whispered to Mo Qi, "Brother Mo, what's going on? When did you get married?"
Mo Qi wore a bitter expression and briefly explained the whole story, then sighed, "Originally, we said it was just acting, but then their whole family took it seriously. I don't know why?"
Tong Wuqi chuckled, "Brother Mo, you truly don't know your fortune. Have you ever thought about why they were so insistent?"
Mo Qi shook his head, "I don't know."
"Because they believe in fate! Not just them, after hearing your description, I also believe you have fate," Tong Wuqi said.
Mo Qi gave an embarrassed smile, "Brother Tong, please don't tease me. Where is there any fate?"
Strangely, as soon as they entered the venue, everyone felt as if their once abundant divine power had been instantly drained, their spiritual energy gone.
The beast arena was very large. Mo Qi roughly estimated it to be three li in diameter.
The entire beast arena was tightly enclosed by iron cages on all sides, and a giant net was spread across the sky to prevent any flying demonic beasts from escaping upwards.
On either side of the beast arena, there were small doors, usually secured with iron bolts. When demonic beasts were to be pitted, the bolts were opened, and the beasts were released into the arena, after which the bolts were re-latched.
Then, the two demonic beasts would fight fiercely within until one side fell.
At this moment, both small doors opened, and two beast tamers, each leading a demonic beast, emerged from the doors.
The beasts entering this round were the Golden Mane Black Lion and the Heavenly King Ape, both low-grade demonic beasts, but with slight differences in combat power.
Currently, they stared at each other, baring their teeth, their roars like thunder, eager to rush forward and tear each other apart.
However, the beast tamers had not yet given the command, so they merely postured, making no move.
A person stood up at the very front of the viewing stands and shouted, "Start placing your bets! The base bet is one thousand spirit stones. No limit on the amount. Golden Mane Black Lion pays one to one. Heavenly King Ape, ten to one."
Mo Qi went and bet ten million spirit stones on the Heavenly King Ape to win.
Returning to his seat, Murong Yanran had also returned, holding three candied hawthorns and a bag of dried fruit.
She first handed a candied hawthorn to Mo Qi, her face full of smiles, saying, "Husband, here!"
Mo Qi, let alone now, disliked this kind of food since childhood. Yet, he still accepted it involuntarily.
It was as if Murong Yanran's smile possessed an endless magical power.
Murong Yanran then handed another one to Tong Wuqi, "Hello, you must be my husband's friend. I am Murong Yanran."
Tong Wuqi accepted it with great reverence, repeatedly saying, "I know, I know you. I am Tong Wuqi." As he spoke, he took a bite of the candied hawthorn, almost biting off the stick.
The people around had their worldviews shattered, staring blankly at everything unfolding before them, as if the sun rising from the west the next moment wouldn't surprise them at all.
The three people over there were also stunned!
Especially Murong Jing. He couldn't understand what was happening. Murong Yanran had been with him, but in the blink of an eye, she had switched sides. Not only that, but she didn't give him anything, even though the first-time acquaintance Tong Wuqi received some. Why didn't he?
Is this Mo Qi my nemesis?
Ever since I met him, nothing has gone well.
He stole the limelight from the competition between Heavenly Rank Academy and Heavenly God Academy!
I was about to get married, and he stole the bride!
I returned home, and my sister was stolen by him!
Not only did he steal my sister, but he also stole my father, actually wanting to recognize him as his adopted son!
Is there any justice left? What else is there that he cannot steal?