Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 580 Just Because You're Too Beautiful (8K)

Upon hearing Chen Ping's words, Chen An almost knelt down before him.

He originally planned to go and do other things after explaining the competition rules. As the chief referee and venue manager for the preliminary rounds of the Xishui Alliance, he also had work to do and couldn't stay here all the time.

But after Chen Ping finished speaking, he was so eager to serve Chen Ping like a dog that he no longer cared about his job as the venue manager.

The initial investment is 500,000 gold soul coins. If he wins, that's 5 million. He takes 10% of the winnings, which is also 500,000 gold soul coins, the price of a ten-thousand-year soul bone!

If he were to be frugal, he could potentially collect most of a set, or even a complete set, of thousand-year-old soul bones. In that case, even if absorbing a soul bone only grants him one level up, he could still level up five or six times!

Five hundred thousand gold soul coins—this was the kind of savings that this seemingly arrogant manager might have to work his whole life to accumulate. But now, this money was practically within his grasp!
If he doubles his age of forty-seven—ninety-four is truly his lucky number—he'll be well on his way to that five hundred thousand.

"Oh, oh, please have a seat, please have a seat, I'll be right there,"

At this moment, Chen An hoped to win this bet even more than Chen Ping did. Chen Ping had said that even if they lost this time, they could just try again next time.

The key question is whether he can still win this 10% prize next time. Who would choose someone unlucky, the wrong age, and who also caused the rich young master to lose 500,000 gold soul coins?
Therefore, at this moment, Chen An desperately hoped that his mother had given birth to him on an auspicious day, so that he could get his share of the money!

Chen Ping spent money without batting an eye this time. In reality, he wasn't prescient. The original novel never mentioned the exact number of people who qualified. Chen Ping's only impression was that there were fewer than 100 people who qualified, and more likely, just over 90.

Therefore, after examining Chen An's appearance and confirming that Chen An's age should not be more than fifty, Chen Ping directly took out 500,000 gold soul coins and threw them away.

This time they used aliases, but the badges of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Masters were genuine, so they naturally wanted to solidify their status as wealthy individuals.

He has plenty of opportunities to win back the money later, so losing 500,000 is nothing to him. But if he actually wins based on the number of people he vaguely remembers, that would be an enormous gain.

For example, directly giving Chen An 500,000 gold soul coins would make the other party restless and constantly wondering what he was after. Chen Ping's behavior of sharing the prize with Chen An after winning is obviously much more reasonable.

Even without a True Sight Eye specifically for assessing a target's favorability, Chen Ping knew from Chen An's hasty rush to place bets that Chen An's favorability towards the two 'Kun Shao' must be skyrocketing, just like when he was riding a heavy-duty radish-powered flight booster.

They are now a true 'community of shared interests'.

Just like the 'Ordinary Alliance', 'Aodu Chamber of Commerce', and 'Xishui Alliance', which immediately united because the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament was about to begin, they could also sit together and make money peacefully.

Soon, Chen An, who had already placed his bets, returned excitedly and personally escorted the two of them to the competition table. He explained the rules in detail and, in front of the other participants, said directly, "If you have any other questions, the two young masters Kun can ask me anytime."

After saying that, Chen An stood in the corner of the venue and waited quietly. He didn't look like a manager of the Ordinary Alliance at all, but rather like a servant!
The other contestants were now completely confused. Who were these two people? They were so important that the leader of the Ordinary Alliance was serving them so respectfully.

Three staff members carried trays, presenting more than ten kinds of inexpensive rare metal blocks, which were the materials for making soul tools. As the competition officially began, the hourglass flipped, and Chen Ping made no extra movements, simply holding a piece of mithril with considerable spatial properties between his palms.

A dense surge of soul power rippled through Chen Ping's palms onto the mithril ingot, but the ingot itself appeared completely unchanged.

Time passed by, and soon Huo Yuhao, who produced the fastest work, had already submitted his piece ahead of schedule. His lightning-fast speed amazed everyone.

Chen Ping, however, still held the piece of mithril between his palms, motionless, as if he were in deep meditation.

For a moment, Chen An, who was standing next to him, didn't know whether Chen Ping's move was really amazing or just bluffing, and he couldn't help but get a little anxious.

Based on their conversation just now, Chen Ping is clearly the older brother, the one in charge of managing the money. If he is eliminated, it will definitely be harder for him to make money from Xie Guangkun than from Cai Xukun!

"I'm done."

The next moment, Chen Ping placed the intact mithril ingot on the table. The old man in yellow, who was in charge of the preliminary round, was stunned when he saw this. He and Chen An exchanged a glance and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

What are you doing? Does this guy want them to stage a public spectacle of calling a deer a horse?
That's definitely impossible!
The old man in yellow robes, the referee, picked up the mithril from the gap that Chen Ping had placed on the table with a complicated expression. He subconsciously wanted to declare Chen Ping's creation a complete failure.

But just as he reached out, large pieces of metal fragments fell from the mithril ingot, causing the old man in yellow to freeze instinctively.

Once the metal shards had completely fallen off the mithril ingot, what was revealed was a chick doll made from a gap mithril ingot. It had the same middle-part hairstyle as the young master in front of it, wore overalls, and had a small round ball tucked under its right arm.

The old man carefully infused his soul power into the badge, and the bottom of the badge immediately lit up with four small, incomprehensible words: "Chicken You Are So Beautiful".

"This...this is a storage soul tool? A storage soul tool made of gap mithril? My god! This is such a waste of your strength."

The old man in yellow was speechless. Through testing, he discovered that the chick figurine could provide approximately five liters of storage space, easily reaching the level of a level three soul tool.

Although he didn't understand why Chen Ping insisted on making this storage soul tool into the shape of a chick doll.

Without a doubt, Chen Ping's skill in crafting soul tools was far superior in this competition, especially considering that his opponent hadn't moved at all and had simply placed his palms on the silver ingot to complete the crafting process, making his soul tool prowess even more unfathomable.

　Sorry for the late update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)