"As for what happened today, I want to know how you're going to handle it," Liu Qian was also paying attention to Chu Hao from the side.
Although she was punished with confinement by Liu Ji Ya, confinement simply meant not being able to leave the Liu family's estate. She could still move around freely within it.
Facing the hostility of nearly ninety percent of the people present, Chu Hao's expression remained unchanged.
"You're all looking at me with displeasure. There's no need for these veiled insults. It's ridiculous and meaningless; it makes you seem narrow-minded."
Chu Hao's voice was unhurried, each word clear, like the rhythmic sound of flowing water in a stream.
"We are all cultivators. Instead of a battle of words here, why don't we play by the rules of cultivators? How about this: we'll play a few games to add some excitement to this banquet."
"Playing games, of course, requires a wager. Whoever can beat me can take one hundred thousand primordial stones from me, along with my head. How about it?"
The moment those words fell, the space instantly became quiet.
"Of course, you all have to put up a wager too. I know you've been pampered and coddled since childhood, and you cherish your lives. I won't ask you to wager your lives. Just an equal amount of primordial stones is enough." Chu Hao stood his ground like a pillar supporting the heavens, calm and at ease, as if he would remain steady even if the sky were to fall.
To be precise, it wasn't "as if," but that even if the sky really fell, it wouldn't affect him.
A hundred people pointing and ridiculing him was nothing but a fleeting breeze to Chu Hao.
"You're insane, aren't you? Are you tired of living?"
Liu Feng's eyes showed killing intent.
"What games do you want to play?"
"It doesn't matter. You can propose them. As long as it's fair," Chu Hao's voice was calm, but his next sentence instantly angered everyone present.
"Because none of you will win!"
That single, nonchalant sentence directly infuriated everyone on the spot.
The two brothers, Liu Feng and Liu Yun, had icy eyes. Liu Ying shook her head repeatedly. She had once been so curious about Chu Hao; now, looking back, it seemed laughable.
Liu Shi Yi's delicate eyebrows also slightly furrowed. Was Chu Hao being arrogant, or was he truly confident?
Everyone present was emotionally charged.
"See? Just a few words from me, and everyone's faces are dark. People without a generous mindset are unlikely to become powerhouses."
Chu Hao ignored everyone's attitude and said to Liu Ji Ya.
"You little scoundrel, if you want to die, we'll fulfill your wish!" Liu Feng's voice was icy.
"What game do you want to play? Go on and think about it," Chu Hao was still calm, his tone relaxed.
Everyone glared fiercely at Chu Hao, then gathered to discuss.
After about a quarter of an hour, they had a result.
There were a total of five games, each with different rules.
For each game, the wager was one hundred thousand primordial stones. As for Chu Hao, he also wagered his own life.
"Since it's a wager, I'll add some money. I'm betting on Mister Chu to win, with a one-to-one odds."
Liu Ji Ya said in a loud voice. Chu Hao had already told her to call him whatever she wanted in front of others, except "Mister."
"Haha, Liu Ji Ya, you're trying to give us free primordial stones. We couldn't ask for more." Liu Feng laughed loudly.
"Fools," Liu Ji Ya snorted in her heart. If these people had seen Chu Hao's extraordinary nature, they would all be shocked.
But this was good. She could use this opportunity to make a fortune. She had absolute faith in Chu Hao.
"Mister Chu, if we win, we'll split it fifty-fifty," Liu Ji Ya leaned close to Chu Hao's ear, her breath like an orchid, and whispered.
This kind of intimate gesture made many people frown secretly, speculating about what kind of relationship Chu Hao and Liu Ji Ya truly had.
Friends? Lovers?
"I'll bet five hundred primordial stones."
"I'll bet four hundred primordial stones."
"I'll bet two hundred."
"..."
More than half of the people came to bet. These descendants of the Liu family were all wealthy individuals, and they wagered primordial stones very decisively.
More than sixty people placed bets, and the total wagered primordial stones exceeded two million. If Chu Hao won, Liu Ji Ya would win everything. If he lost, Liu Ji Ya would have to compensate with two million primordial stones.
"Shi Yi, aren't you going to bet?"
"No," Liu Shi Yi shook her head. She was still observing.
Liu Ji Ya was so confident in Chu Hao. Was there really something special about him? After all, even Liu Long wanted her to get close to Chu Hao. She couldn't be careless.
"The first round begins."
After the bets were placed, following Liu Yun's voice, a man named Liu Fei walked out.
The first game was a martial skills contest.
However, this contest was a bit different. The rule was to perform a Peerless-grade Mortal-tier martial skill in front of the opponent. Then, both individuals had to replicate the other's martial skill.
"You first," Liu Fei's attitude was cold.
Chu Hao didn't stand on ceremony and performed the Swift Wind Sword Art, which was as sharp as a rainstorm, both urgent and fast.
"A perfect mastery of the martial skill. He has some ability," many people present showed a look of surprise. It was not easy to cultivate a martial skill to its perfect mastery. Only a few of them could do it.
After watching, Liu Fei thought for a moment, then, based on Chu Hao's sword technique, he replicated the Swift Wind Sword Art.
He was also a sword cultivator, and a third-stage Grandmaster Realm cultivator.
However, this kind of competition paid more attention to a person's talent, and it was not heavily related to their cultivation. A person with high talent would naturally have a strong learning ability, so the replication would be more accurate.
In fact, some masters use this method when choosing disciples. They perform a martial skill and see how much the person can comprehend. If they meet the requirements, they become a disciple. If not, they lose the qualification.
Liu Fei's longsword thrust out directly, the sword's momentum sharp. The air was filled with the sound of his sword.
"The replication is about thirty percent accurate," Liu Yun said after watching for a while.