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Yi Chen looked at Qin Qingyun, who was beaming with excitement, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, you're bluffing. How could anyone do that? Are they stupid? When people can make money from half an ounce of silver in the market, why would they spend a hundred taels to buy it?"

"Of course, that's because they want to earn even more~"

"My dear disciple, remember, every gift from fate comes with a price tagged in the dark. No one can always win, not even your master."

"You can't just see the thief eating meat; you must also see the thief taking a beating. Think it over." As he gazed at his foolish disciple, Yi Chen gave a hint and then burst into hearty laughter as he left.

At that moment, he couldn't help but recall his days selling 'Overlord Chickens' years ago. Those days could be summed up in two words: naïve!

Working himself to death just to earn a hundred taels, it was pitiable. He made no money from selling Overlord Chickens. It was now that money was made quickly.

With a thought, Yi Chen first met with King Jing for a lengthy half-hour talk. Then, with a flash of his figure, he left Jingzhu Cave Heaven and disappeared outside Taiwu City.

Three days went by, and an astonishing news swept through the entire Taiwu City.

The news was that the Self-Ruling Heavenly Lord of Fortune was assassinated on his way to the Great Qin Legal Assembly.

Another day passed, and a woman wearing a peach blossom mask, accompanied by a burly Daoist with a bluish face and a missing right arm, entered Taiwu City without saying a word.

Soon, well-informed sources spread the news that Lord Tan Lang of the Self-Ruling Heavens, for some reason, went out to meet with Yuan Jun but somehow leaked the information, and was ambushed by a strange blood shadow that severed an arm in a single encounter.

If it were not for Lord Tan Lang's quick thinking, using a Blood Escape Technique, and with Doumu Origin Lord being not far away to provide timely aid, scaring off the blood shadow, it was feared that this time the Self-Ruling Heavens' participants in the Great Qin Legal Assembly would have been wiped out.

After this incident, many speculated in secret about who exactly had the audacity to treat the Self-Ruling Heavenly Master and Yuan Jun with such contempt.

However, one thing they could be sure of was that the Self-Ruling Heavens were effectively out of the Great Qin Legal Assembly before it even began.

"Xiao Lang, you're truly ruthless, going as far as severing your own arm to deceive those outsiders."

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After entering the room, the previously somber Yuan Jun immediately brightened up under her peach blossom mask, while Yi Chen's previously ashen face quickly regained its healthy color.

His ability to regenerate limbs in the Body-Breaking Realm was activated, and the missing right hand regrew at a visible speed.

"Without being ruthless, you can't stand firm."

"The jackals and tigers out there don't eat plain food. If we don't throw them some real stuff, how can we fool those old foxes? Just a right arm, I gifted it to them," Yi Chen said with a grin.

With his control over his body, he had sealed off his pain receptors before severing his own arm, so it didn't hurt at all.

"Ruthless~ Xiao Lang, not bad!" Yuan Jun recalled the earlier scene, and even knowing that everything had been orchestrated by Yi Chen, she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Another day passed.

A rugged man with a nondescript face entered Taiwu City and went to a betting shop.

Under the influence of a Daoist full of schemes, the Great Qin Legal Assembly wasn't confined to just ranked dueling anymore.

Things like a "Pick Three" betting method, football score bets, and other odd varieties had sprung up, allowing cultivators with lesser rankings to also garner attention and buzz in this form of gambling.

In a market filled with rumors and hearsay, the odds for each type of betting shifted constantly. This even led to the creation of a secondary market directly trading slips of bets.

"This young man here, I want to bet on Lord Tan Lang of the Self-Ruling Heavens to rank between 20th and 30th in this Legal Assembly. What are the odds?" the rugged man asked the shopkeeper at the betting shop.

"You think that injured Lord of the Self-Ruling Heavens still stands a chance for such ranking? It's over now; it's very unlikely,"

"My friend, you must be foolish. Lord Tan Lang of the Self-Ruling Heavens was originally of middling rank among the cultivators. Now, he has lost an arm and is greatly weakened. Even with Spirit Pills and miraculous medicines, it would be good if he could retain fifty percent of his combat strength.

If you want to gamble on a long shot, you should rather bet on Zhen Tian from the Zhen Tian Sea Gate, or War Demon Xiao Tianji from the Wuding Divine Sect. This person gets stronger upon facing the strong and has the makings of a leader."

Seeing the rugged man ask such a question, the 'seasoned' veterans nearby took it for granted and offered unsolicited advice.

"Ha, the fellow Daoist's words are mistaken. I believe Master Ku Chen, the Ageless Monk from the Sumeru Tathagata Monastery, and Daoist Zuo Wangji from the Supreme Daoist Sect are the true frontrunners for the championship."

With the betting shop, some people were aggressive and, of course, others were conservative. For a moment, various cultivators argued with each other, voicing their own opinions, and they inadvertently left Yi Chen out of their discussion, not realizing that the real bookmaker was right in front of them.

After observing for a while, appearing as if he still needed to think, Yi Chen eased the crowd in front of him and then slowly slipped out of the house.

Good, the Hidden Dragon Daoist's stock had already been marked with an ST, and it was time to start accumulating shares. He had long been prepared with a variety of mixed news, ready to shock and churn the market. With the big trends in play, unless someone truly in the know came along, they absolutely couldn't hold on even if given the chance.

In the secondary market, he had already had King Jing's people discretely buying in.

It would not do for the small investors to make two million, while he, Yi Taoist, worked for others, ending up with only one million.