Dongbo Xueying was well aware that among the noble clans of the Divine Realm, aside from the most common “Bloodbath Arena duels,” there were other forms of gambling battles—such as those involving beauties or exotic beasts. Among these, the “Beauty Duels” were the most visually pleasing yet also the most common. Typically, two stunning women would fight without any armor or boots, wielding only weapons in their hands.
The battle would end as soon as one was injured, making it a relatively merciful contest. In contrast, bloodbaths and beast fights only concluded with one side’s death.
“Hahaha! Since Brother Ying and Brother Luan Qi are in such high spirits, I’ll take the bets. Everyone can place their wagers—odds are one to two. Bet freely!” The Second Prince, seated high above, watched the scene with a faint smirk before speaking.
“I’ll bet on Brother Ying’s side. He lost quite miserably last time, so the beauty he’s chosen this time must be extraordinary.”
“I’ll still back Brother Luan Qi.”
The scions of the noble clans placed their bets one after another. Out of courtesy, Dongbo Xueying and the other nine also joined in, though their stakes were modest. They shared an unspoken understanding, each wagering ten thousand divine crystals.
Soon…
Two women entered the hall from outside.
One wore white, the other purple, both barefoot and devoid of any protective gear.
They stood facing each other from a distance—one holding a sharp sword, the other gripping twin curved blades—their gazes locked in tension.
“You’re sending Bai Ji again?” General Ying, the silver-robed youth, sneered. “Brother Luan Qi, I already know Bai Ji’s strength inside out. Are you really fielding her?”
“Win first, then talk,” Luan Qi replied coolly.
General Ying glanced at the purple-clad woman.
She understood—this battle had to be won. Though the duel ended as soon as one sustained an injury, defeat would still mean certain punishment from General Ying.
“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”
The two women, standing apart, suddenly moved.
The white-clad woman, her robes fluttering like a dream, slashed her sword in a radiant arc across the sky. Meanwhile, the purple-clad woman vanished, reappearing beside her opponent mid-air, engaging in a fierce clash.
Weapons collided.
The two women darted and dodged, their graceful movements a spectacle in themselves.
“Impressive,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. “Both of them could pass the Starfield Preliminaries. But they’re likely too old to qualify for the Divine Court’s Myriad Flowers Banquet.”
The Myriad Flowers Banquet had an age limit of 1.1 million years. In reality, most deities progressed slowly. For instance, the ancient deities of the Xia Clan—Purple Thunder Emperor, Cloudsea Emperor, and Crimson Fire Emperor—had all cultivated for over ten million years. In the Divine Realm, deities who reached the pinnacle of power typically trained for fifty million years or more. However, the older they grew, the slimmer their chances of becoming World Gods. The Myriad Flowers Banquet sought those with boundless futures.
If age were no restriction, the strongest deity might be someone who had lived for hundreds of millions of years—only to perish from a crumbling divine heart right after the banquet. That would be a farce!
“Slice!”
A sword gleam flashed.
The two figures landed. The purple-clad woman’s robe was torn, a deep gash on her arm dripping blood onto the floor. Though the wound healed swiftly, her face paled—she had lost.
“Worthless!” General Ying’s face twisted in fury as he hissed under his breath.
The woman shuddered at his words.
“Come here,” he commanded coldly. Trembling, she obeyed.
“Brother Ying, you’re not going to kill another defeated beauty, are you?” Luan Qi chuckled. “Past battles were one thing, but today we’re hosting the top ten from the Myriad Flowers Banquet.”
“None of your business,” General Ying retorted with a sneer.
Luan Qi frowned briefly before smirking and falling silent.
“Haha! Brother Luan Qi wins. Many bet on him, so I’m at a loss again.” The Second Prince gestured, and attendants promptly distributed the winnings. Dongbo Xueying, having backed Luan Qi, earned a modest ten thousand divine crystals—a small victory.
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General Ying forced the purple-clad woman to kneel beside him, serving wine as the banquet continued.
Dances, rare creature performances—the festivities carried on.
But General Ying remained sullen, his earlier loss gnawing at him. His gaze drifted to Dongbo Xueying and the woman beside him, Yu Jingqiu.
“Why can’t I advance no matter how hard I train? He’s only cultivated for two thousand years, yet he’s this powerful—becoming a World God is effortless for him. Even his woman is so beautiful.” His eyes darkened with resentment.
“Ha! Brother Dongbo.”
General Ying suddenly spoke up.
Dongbo Xueying looked up, surprised. “General Ying?”
“I’ve taken a liking to you. This beauty—I gift her to you.” With a wave, the purple-clad woman stiffened in shock. General Ying glared at her. “Your life belongs to Brother Dongbo now.”
Relief washed over her—she had feared execution.
Dongbo Xueying frowned. “General Ying, what is this?”
“Do you look down on me?” General Ying’s voice turned sharp.
“Of course not,” Dongbo Xueying replied quickly.
“Brother Dongbo, if General Ying offers, just accept it.”
“It’s just a gift—take her.”
The noble scions chimed in.
“Then I thank General Ying.” Dongbo Xueying had guessed the woman’s grim fate if left behind. He turned to Jingqiu, transmitting silently, “She’ll serve you from now on.” Yu Jingqiu smiled faintly.
Noticing her smile, General Ying’s eyes narrowed.
So beautiful.
Her charm lay not just in looks, but in her grace.
“Ha! Brother Dongbo, since I gifted you a beauty, shouldn’t you return the favor?” General Ying’s voice dripped with mock courtesy. “How about giving me that blue-robed woman beside you?”
Dongbo Xueying froze, his face darkening.
Yu Jingqiu’s eyes widened in disbelief before anger flashed across her features.
The hall’s atmosphere turned icy.
The nobles sensed the tension.
“General Ying, are you drunk?” Dongbo Xueying’s voice was frosty.
“What? Won’t even part with a woman? Do you scorn me?” General Ying’s eyes glinted dangerously.
“She is my wife.” Dongbo Xueying crushed his wine cup, his gaze piercing. “General Ying, you go too far.”
“Wife or not, I said give her to me. Are you deaf?” General Ying’s voice was a venomous whisper.
Dongbo Xueying’s eyes burned with fury.
Then, Luan Qi’s voice echoed in his mind: “Brother Dongbo, Ying’s father is a Third Heaven World God—a personal guard of His Majesty. His aunt is the infamous Venomous Ying, a renowned World God of Anhai Prefecture. He’s his father’s only son, merely a deity. Though he’s only trained for seven million years, his weak will has left him on the brink of losing his divine heart. He grows more deranged by the day. Don’t provoke him—it’s not worth it.”
Another voice, the Second Prince’s, followed: “Brother Dongbo, General Ying’s background is formidable. He’s nearing the collapse of his divine heart, growing ever more unhinged. Even I can’t restrain him. Do not confront him.”
As they spoke…
“Brother Ying, Brother Dongbo is the champion of the rankings and deeply devoted to his wife. Cease this nonsense,” the Second Prince interjected.
“Second Prince, this is between Dongbo and me. Stay out of it.” General Ying’s face twisted as he glared at Dongbo Xueying. “Are you deaf? Answer me!”
Dongbo Xueying released the crushed cup, letting its dust scatter on the table. He met General Ying’s gaze and grinned.
Whoosh.
A star-blue-robed figure materialized beside General Ying—Dongbo Xueying’s avatar.
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
A flurry of strikes rained on General Ying’s face, sending him flying backward. A gray-robed elder—a First Heaven World God—lunged to catch him, enraged. He hadn’t expected anyone to dare strike his young master in the hall. The avatar’s sudden appearance had caught him off guard.
“You—you dare hit me?” General Ying spat blood, teeth missing, his head spinning as he glared at Dongbo Xueying across the room.
“Your mouth is filthy,” Dongbo Xueying said coldly.
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