My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 443: Disciples Take Turns on Stage

The people who spoke up to warn Mu Yuyan were all scions of local Immortal Realm factions. They had previously placed bets on Earthly Realm factions hoping for a win, only to lose miserably. Seeing Mu Yuyan, a beautiful woman with nobleness, bet ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, they couldn't help but say something, hoping to forge a good relationship.

"Who said Earthly Realm factions can't win? Just now, an elite disciple from Jianmu Earthly Realm defeated an ordinary disciple from the Immortal Realm!"

"In battles between cultivators, anything is possible. No one can guarantee victory until the last moment!"

"If you want to win big, you have to take risks. In that last bet, only one person bet on Jianmu Earthly Realm, and they ended up winning big."

The bookmaker at the table stood up, worried that Mu Yuyan might change her mind after hearing others' warnings. He was about to persuade her when Li Xiong tossed the storage bag over.

"Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, betting on Eastern Earthly Realm, Lanyan Royal School disciples achieving over 50% win rate in the preliminaries!" Li Xiong repeated Mu Yuyan's words.

The bookmaker, after a moment of stunned silence, quickly checked the storage bag and found no issues. He registered the bet and handed a number plate to Li Xiong.

"Bet registered. After the competition, you can use this plate to claim your spirit stones."

The bookmaker respectfully handed a numbered token to Li Xiong. He had already realized that the veiled woman's identity was anything but ordinary. For a lower realm faction to place such a massive bet on their own disciples, and to do so with such calm composure, was unheard of.

The surrounding crowd, including the young heirs of noble families, were all stunned by Mu Yuyan's demeanor. Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones was no small amount. While they could produce that sum if necessary, to casually wager such a fortune on a lower realm faction was something even they couldn't afford to do lightly.

"Who is that woman? I can't even discern her cultivation level, not a trace of her aura. It's very strange."

"I think she must be from a powerful Immortal Realm faction. Betting on that small world must mean she has some inside information about the Earthly Realm faction."

"Could the Eastern Earthly Realm be the dark horse of this Great Competition of All Clans? Should we bet a thousand or two on them too?"

"Bet if you want, but don't drag me into it. I have no hope for Earthly Realm factions winning."

The crowd continued to discuss as Mu Yuyan left.

Nearby the Martial Field, Close to the Viewing Platform

"Eastern Earthly Realm, Lanyan Royal School disciple, please take the stage!"

"Demon Realm, Falcon River disciple, please take the stage!"

The referee announced the match on Platform 666. As soon as the announcement was made, a figure swiftly crossed the restriction array and landed in the center of the platform.

"Sigh! I was hoping for a decent opponent in the preliminaries, but it turns out to be someone from the Earthly Realm."

"Another boring day in the Immortal Realm!"

The speaker was a Demon Clan cultivator from Falcon River, with sharp eyes and mid-stage Saint Stage cultivation, exuding an intimidating aura.

The spectators seemed to already know the outcome. Falcon River, a top faction in the Demon Realm, was known for its speed. Despite the platform restrictions, Falcon River disciples often used their speed advantage to defeat stronger opponents, with instances of mid-stage Saint Stage disciples defeating late-stage Saint Stage ones.

"Fellow disciples, it's my turn now."

"Today, I'll set an example for everyone."

"Rest assured, Headmaster, I won't disgrace you!"

On the viewing platform, a Lanyan Royal School disciple in a scholar's robe lightly shook his folding fan, muttering, "This body is right next to Platform 666!"

As he finished speaking, he appeared at the edge of the restriction array and stepped onto the platform.

"Lanyan Royal School disciple, Lin Ye, ready!" He bowed to the referee and then looked at his opponent, releasing his aura—early Saint Stage with Righteous Qi circulating around him.

"Righteous Qi… a Human Clan Confucian cultivator!"

"This match just got interesting!"

"Falcon River, Cang Qing, ready!" The Demon Realm cultivator responded coolly.

As they spoke, the restriction array at the edge of the platform glowed, signaling the start of the match. In an instant, Cang Qing disappeared, leaving an afterimage. His hands transformed into eagle claws, aiming to tear Lin Ye apart with their speed and power.

"That Earthly Realm cultivator is careless! Facing a speed-focused Demon Clan cultivator without activating defensive abilities or using protective artifacts is a death sentence!"

"An early Saint Stage Confucian cultivator against a mid-stage Saint Stage opponent shouldn't be so confident."

"Even with word-based spells, his speed won't match. Unless he anticipated the attack, but he hasn't reacted yet, clearly unprepared."

On the viewing platform, many spectators concluded Lin Ye's demise, with some female cultivators showing a hint of sympathy for the handsome Confucian cultivator.

Confucian cultivators, with their Righteous Qi and gentlemanly demeanor, were rare and admired across the Six Realms. Seeing one about to be torn apart by a Demon Clan cultivator naturally evoked pity.

However, the Lanyan Royal School disciples remained calm.

"Lin Ye is at it again, with his flashy techniques in every fight."

"With his strength, using word-based spells to disrupt and a flying sword to attack, he could win quickly. But that wouldn't look as cool."

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"Winning is important, but being cool is a lifelong matter for him!"

"You really understand him!"

They remained expressionless, using secret techniques to communicate—a transmission technique taught by Gu Lan, undetectable without Divine Realm-level spiritual senses.

"Brother Gu, isn't your disciple being careless? He needs to evade or defend now!"

Qin Huangmo, watching the match, began to worry. Beside him, Gu Lan sat calmly, smiling slightly. "It's fine."

As he spoke, a thunderous voice echoed from the platform!

"Heavenly justice prevails, my path prospers!"