Wei Wei wants to lose

Boom!

The sound of the drum hammer echoed in the air, signifying the start of the competition. The contestants returned to their designated positions, ready to make their choices.

Helian Jiao'er leaned closer to Helian Weiwei and whispered in her ear, advising her to withdraw early and live a peaceful life in a secluded place. But Helian Weiwei simply raised her eyebrows and smiled with a mischievous expression. She understood that sometimes, one couldn't retaliate even if provoked.

"Woman, you are being underestimated again," Hara's voice sounded lazily from the space.

Helian Weiwei's lips curved into a smile as she glanced at the other contestants. "That's what I want." Yuan Hao couldn't help but feel excited. "Are you finally going to reveal your strength?"

Helian Weiwei remained silent, her eyes fixed on the martial practitioners being presented on the stage. Her smile hinted at a hidden determination, stirring the blood in Yuan Hao's veins.

"Lady." Liang Bai, who stood behind Jing Wushuang, noticed Helian Weiwei's presence on the stage and a thick surprise flashed in his eyes. "Her appearance..."

Jing Wushuang let out a soft snort, his handsome face still devoid of any expression. He took a sip of tea, his gaze sweeping lightly towards the woman standing nonchalantly in the hall before lowering his eyelashes slightly.

Liang Bai couldn't help but think that his son-in-law's calmness exceeded his own.

Observing Helian Weiwei's current appearance, he started to doubt whether the ethereal figure he had seen before was a mere illusion.

However... it seemed a bit too unkind to judge someone solely based on their complexion, hiding all the advantages of her body and making her appear inconspicuous, almost buried in the dust.

"Boom!"

The sound of the wooden hammer snapped Liang Bai out of his thoughts, signaling the official start of the game.

Eighteen martial practitioners, each with unique shapes and materials, were placed on wooden tables. Each creation was the work of a martial arts master, making it even more challenging to choose one martial cultivation created by Jing Wushuang from among them.

For those familiar with Jing Wushuang's preferences, they could make a comparison and continue his previous style to select the martial cultivation. But what about those who were unfamiliar with Jing Wushuang?

It was like finding a needle in a haystack without a clue.

The new contestants glanced at each other, sharing the distress in their eyes. Even Helian Jiao'er hesitated.

In fact, the martial practitioners were chosen based on the size of the martial energy emitted by each one. The greater the martial qi, the better the martial cultivation.

Helian Jiao'er, being a ninth-tier martial artist, had a keen sense of martial qi among the group. She was torn between choosing the green jade long sword and the Xuanwu bow and arrow.

Time was also crucial in selecting a martial cultivation. If two individuals desired the same martial cultivation, the one who acted swiftly would claim it.

As soon as the gong sounded, everyone rushed to the front of the eighteen martial practitioners, frantically touching and examining them.

However, Helian Weiwei didn't move immediately. She glided her fingers inch by inch across the surface of the martial practitioners, her eyes deep and inscrutable.

Someone in the audience laughed mockingly. "Look at her. Is she dumbstruck?"

"It seems she doesn't know where to start. Without martial qi, she can't even sense the most basic ability."

"It looks like we've won this bet!"

"There's no need to say it. Hahaha..."

Laughter erupted, and the family's scions laughed playfully as they watched. One of them proposed placing their own bets on the outcome.

"Yes," someone agreed. "Young Master, who are you betting on?"

"Who else but Helian Jiao'er," replied Murong Changfeng without hesitation.

Almost all the scions in the private room joined in, placing their bets against Helian Weiwei... with a few exceptions.

One of the exceptions was Helian Weiwei herself.

And the other...

People looked at the list in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

How could he be here?

He was never serious about anything, let alone gambling money.

Could it be...?

He actually wagered such a substantial amount of silver on Helian Weiwei!

Just as the scions were shocked by this revelation, a low and lazy voice sounded again, calm and composed. "Raise."

All eyes turned to Yama.

Murong Changfeng tightened his grip on his tea, his hand trembling slightly.

"Is it the Third Highness?" someone asked, unsure.

But then the same low voice came once more, accompanied by a light cough. "Add another hundred taels of gold on Helian Weiwei. I bet on her to win!"

Everyone frowned upon hearing this.

How could that useless person win?

Moreover, she seemed flustered at the moment, didn't she?

She stood there motionless, lacking even the basic ability to sense martial qi. Others would have already decided which martial cultivation to choose!

"Woman, what's the matter? Is it too difficult for you?" Yuan Hao smirked, noticing her slower pace and feeling doubtful.

Helian Weiwei's fingers rested on her chin as she gently tapped it, then closed her eyes.

"What is she doing? She's not even looking now!" Yuan Hao complained, hearing the commotion around him.

"Woman, if it's too challenging, I can..."

"Yuan Xiaoxiao, don't tempt me with your deceptive arguments," Helian Weiwei interrupted, opening her eyes. Her bright black gaze lifted upward, and she calmly walked toward the wooden table.

The audience sneered.

Even the judges on the stage shook their heads. "It seems Helian Weiwei is hopeless. She has just started choosing now and is a full half-step slower than everyone else."

Jing Wushuang's profile remained as gentle as before, but this time, he spoke up, accompanied by a light cough. "Not necessarily..."

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