058 Never Lost a Bet

Yun Feiyue turned her head, casually broke off a cup of tea and slowly swallowed it, looking so at ease as if she didn’t care at all about the fighting outside. She watched the scene before her as if it were entertainment. Suddenly, her gambling itch flared up. “Why don’t we place a bet and see who will win?”

Yun Feng nodded and sat down, taking out a jade tablet. “Grandfather gave it to me for my birthday last year.”

It was a fine healing jade; minor wounds could heal quickly with it, and it also cured poison.

Yun Hai stared at the jade for a while, finally grinding his teeth in anger. “Third Brother, when I was poisoned and asked to borrow that jade, didn’t you say you didn’t have it?”

Yun Feng shot Yun Hai a cold glance. “Of course I wouldn’t lend it to you.”

“Damn! Watch me win it!” Yun Hai rummaged through his belongings and finally found a large piece of Blood Spirit Stone. “Hmph, this should be enough, right?”

Luo Yunhuang’s expression changed immediately when she saw the Blood Spirit Stone—it was exactly what she needed. She unfastened eighteen beads from her waist. “Count me in. I bet that Le Fei will win.”

Yun Feiyue smiled gently and looked at Yun Feng and Yun Hai. “Second Brother, Third Brother, what about you?”

Yun Feng thought for a while before replying, “Le Fei will win.”

Yun Hai wasn’t buying it. “I say those two experts will win.”

Yun Feiyue nodded, grinning as she took out a top-tier spatial storage stone from Xiao Mumu. “I bet on a draw.”

Xiao Mumu looked at Yun Feiyue in confusion. “Mother, didn’t you say fights are always life or death? What does a draw mean?”

Yun Feiyue patiently explained, “A draw means… no winner or loser. I told you to read more, but you never listen. You don’t even know this…”

Xiao Mumu tilted his head, gazing seriously at Le Fei outside the window. “It’s not that I don’t want to read, it’s just that Mother never teaches me. Like mother, like son.”

“That’s Luo Yunhuang’s responsibility, not mine.” Yun Feiyue shot Xiao Mumu a disdainful look before turning her gaze back outside.

At that moment, Le Fei’s expression noticeably changed upon hearing the conversation indoors. He turned to glance at Yun Feiyue, but she completely ignored him.

Le Fei continued dealing with his opponents. Although he and the two adversaries were locked in a stalemate, the large blade on his back remained unused. What seemed to be a certain loss in the eyes of others had yet to be decided, and the spectators’ opinions of Le Fei gradually shifted.

Just as both sides prepared for their final strike, Le Fei suddenly stepped back. “Stop, I’m done fighting.”

The two men, of course, wouldn’t let him off so easily. Lifting their chins, bearded faces glaring, they said, “Young man, it’s not up to you now. If you simply say you won’t fight, where’s our dignity? You’d better surrender quietly.”

Le Fei laughed carelessly, pointing at them. “So, are you sure you can kill me? Even if you do, do you think you’ll get away unscathed? Wouldn’t it be better for us to settle for a draw? I’ll treat you to a meal. Let’s go…”

The two men exchanged glances, weighing his words for a long moment, finally agreeing it made sense. And so, they reconciled.

“That’s why I said it would be a draw,” Yun Feiyue said with a smile, gathering up the items on the table.

Yun Feng, Yun Hai, and Luo Yunhuang watched in anguish as Yun Feiyue stored everything away in the spatial stone, tossing it casually to Xiao Mumu. “Take it.”

Xiao Mumu gathered his winnings as a matter of course, but complained, “Next time, let’s bet bigger.”

“How did you know it would be a draw, Yue’er?” Yun Hai asked curiously, staring at Yun Feiyue.

Yun Feiyue knew all too well—she had never lost a wager. She smiled faintly, uncharacteristically patient as she explained, “Have you ever seen someone turn themselves into a cripple before the Martial Tournament even begins?”

“…”

“I can tell that boy is no ordinary person! I must find out where he comes from.” Yun Hai moved toward the attendant, waving his hand. “Go, check it out.”

The attendant answered and hurried off, while Yun Feiyue remained by the window, watching those entering the guesthouse.

“People from the Southern Kingdom have arrived,” Luo Yunhuang said, her lips curling as she watched a caravan speed by.

“It’s members of the Jun family and the Southern Kingdom’s royal household,” Yun Feiyue replied with a meaningful smile. “But they’ll probably stay at the Southern Kingdom’s guesthouse.”

At the Abyss of the Summit, any country of standing would build a guesthouse for its own citizens. The Jun family, being prominent in the Southern Kingdom, would naturally lodge there.

“It seems… the Jun family’s second young lady, the famed prophetess, is here,” Luo Yunhuang said with interest as she watched the party arrive. “I hear her predictions are always accurate, and the Jun family protects her fiercely. They must have foreseen something to bring her out this time.”