Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 282 Gambling Result
"Junior Brother Ning."

Ling Yue and Li Tieniu called out to Ning Fa with smiles on their faces.

Seeing that the two of them had left the secret realm safely, Ning Fa couldn't help but smile.

Ling Yue is fine, but Li Tieniu's strength is almost the lowest among the many disciples who entered the secret realm, and it is not easy for him to come out alive.

He was just about to walk over to say hello when another Jindan elder, Qiu Zheng, said in a thunderous voice, "All disciples, gather here."

Ning Fa knew that this Jindan elder was about to start counting the disciples' harvests.

After all, he had made a bet with the Jindan cultivator of the Wanfa Sect. The bet was on the gains of the disciples of the two sects, and the stakes were quite precious.

So at this moment, a rare trace of nervousness appeared on the black face of the Black King of Hell.

Next, the disciples of Huayu Sect and Wanfa Sect gathered together into two teams and began to hand over their gains in the secret realm.

The cultivators from the other three major sects were no longer in a hurry to leave and began to look at the place with interest.

The Jindan cultivator named Chai from Wanfamen stroked his goatee with a smile on his face.

Because the number of disciples coming out of the secret realm from the Wanfa Sect is three more than that from the Huayu Sect, this may very well determine the outcome of the battle.

Afterwards, Fu Yang from Wanfamen was the first to hand in his harvest.

But he looked at the Jindan cultivator named Chai with sympathy. After all, he thought that Zhang Zhilong could take care of the small medicine garden.

So he thought that Elder Chai was bound to lose, but of course he didn't dare to say it out loud at this time.

As he slapped the storage bag, a flash of light appeared in front of everyone, and a small pile of shining treasures appeared.

There are probably nearly thirty spiritual herbs and some spiritual ores.

Judging from the rich spiritual energy and flickering precious light they emit, they are not ordinary spiritual medicines and are of quite a long age.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Jindan cultivator named Chai lit up.

"Fallen Orchid, Dragon's Beard Grass, Fire Ganoderma Lucidum, Panlong Root, Lightless Fruit, Glazed Heart Crystal... so many precious spiritual herbs and spiritual minerals, and three of them are over a thousand years old, and another nine are over five hundred years old... Fu Yang did a great job!"

The monk named Chai laughed loudly and patted Fu Yang's shoulder vigorously.

Obviously, Fu Yang's rich harvest gave him a great boost of confidence.

Qiu Zheng's face looked a little ugly, but then he returned to normal and looked at Zhang Zhilong with expectation.

Fu Yang turned his head away, somewhat afraid to look.

Zhang Zhilong slapped his storage bag with a normal expression, and a small pile of spiritual objects appeared in front of him.

There are probably more than twenty magical herbs.

A strong and pure medicinal fragrance wafted to the face, even attracting the attention of cultivators from the other three sects.

Qiu Zheng’s eyes widened and he slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Heavenly Spirit Fruit, Falling Star Grass, Phoenix Tail Flower, Blood Jade Ginseng... There are so many main ingredients for the Foundation Establishment Pill! And five of them are a thousand years old! Zhilong did a great job!"

Although the number of spiritual medicines handed over by Zhang Zhilong was less than that of Fu Yang, the value of the spiritual medicines was far greater.

This naturally made Qiu Zheng in a good mood.

The monk surnamed Chai was stunned at first, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Fu Yang looked at Zhang Zhilong strangely, because he remembered that there were more than just these medicinal herbs in that medicine garden.

But it is impossible for Zhang Zhilong to keep it privately. After all, the spiritual consciousness of a Jindan cultivator is not vegetarian.

It is even more impossible to eat it secretly. The spiritual energy contained in the thousand-year-old elixir is so strong that even a foundation-building cultivator would probably not be able to bear it if he took a thousand-year-old elixir, let alone a Qi-cultivating cultivator. If a Qi-cultivating cultivator took it, there is a high probability that his body would explode and die.

Zhang Zhilong naturally wouldn't explain to him.

Afterwards, the second Wanfamen disciple also came forward to hand over his treasures, including more than ten spiritual herbs, including some hundreds of years old.

The monk surnamed Chai looked better.

Afterwards, the disciples of the two sects began to hand in their treasures one after another. The spiritual medicines and herbs, as well as some spiritual minerals piled up in front of the two Jindan monks became more and more numerous.

The various colors of spiritual light shone brightly, making people intoxicated. As more and more people handed in their gifts, the monk surnamed Chai smiled again and stroked his goatee with satisfaction.

Qiu Zheng's face became even darker at this moment.

Both of them are knowledgeable Jindan cultivators.

They were well aware of the value of the spiritual herbs, spiritual medicines, and spiritual minerals harvested by the disciples of the two sects. They could calculate it at a glance without any ambiguity.

Although the number of spiritual objects piled up on both sides seems to be similar, the total value of the spiritual objects on the Wanfamen side is obviously higher.

At this time, there were only two people from Huayu Sect who had not handed in their treasures, but there were still five people left from Wanfa Sect.

Therefore, it is inevitable that the monk named Chai already thought that victory was certain at this time.

The two remaining people in Huayu Sect are Li Tieniu and Ning Fa.

Li Tieniu handed over the treasures first, and there were nearly twenty spiritual herbs, one of which was even a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, and the others were mostly hundreds of years old.

This could not help but surprise Ningfa greatly.

Because Li Tieniu had said before that he would only try his luck on the periphery.

It is rare to have such a rich harvest.

The monk surnamed Chai frowned slightly, but then snorted with disdain, obviously thinking it was irrelevant to the overall situation.

Qiu Zheng's eyes lit up and he saw a glimmer of hope again, because he also recognized Ning Fa and knew that Ning Fa was very powerful and it was likely that he would gain a lot.

Zhang Zhilong also stared at Ning Fa, with a strange look in the depths of his eyes.

Ning Fa slapped his storage bag, and suddenly a flash of light appeared in front of him, and a small pile of treasures appeared.

There are more than twenty spiritual herbs and medicines, as well as seven or eight spiritual minerals of different colors.

"Mist Flower, Black Crystal Lotus, Ice Spirit Flower, Ice Marrow Crystal Stone, Yaoguang Grass... There are actually eight thousand-year-old spiritual medicines, and the others are hundreds of years old, and most of them are over five hundred years old!"

Qiu Zheng shouted in surprise, then burst into laughter.

He patted Ningfa's shoulder heavily and said with admiration: "Well done, kid!"

Ning Fa's gains have obviously surpassed the previous highest achievement of Zhang Zhilong and are the highest among the two sects.

It also attracted the attention of the cultivators from the other three sects.

"What!?"

The monk named Chai was so frightened that he almost lost a strand of his beard, and then his face became gloomy as if a storm was coming.

The value of Ning Fa's harvest is extremely high. Together with the spiritual objects he harvested, the harvest of Huayu Sect has now far exceeded that of their Wanfa Sect.

Although there are still three disciples left on the Wanfa Sect's side, it will be difficult for them to turn the situation around unless they can also produce a few thousand-year-old elixirs.

Afterwards, the remaining three disciples of Wanfamen also handed in their treasures one by one.

They were all a dozen or so ordinary spiritual herbs, and the most valuable one was only a second-level spiritual herb that was eight hundred years old.

Qiu Zheng obviously won this bet.

"Hahaha……"

Qiu Zheng’s laughter spread across the entire mountaintop.

The monk surnamed Chai had a gloomy face, as if water could drip out of it.

Qiu Zheng looked at the monk surnamed Chai, and said with a smile on his dark face: "Fellow Daoist Chai, you won't deny your defeat, right?"

"Who am I, Chai? How could I do such a thing?"

The monk named Chai snorted coldly, then threw the golden-winged eagle egg that was shining brightly to Qiu Zheng.

But his eyes were full of heartache.

(End of this chapter)