Ye Yiming lightly patted his shoulder and asked, "Xiaolong, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

Wang Weilong shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just a bit angry."

"Angry? What happened?" Ye Yiming was puzzled by the situation.

Seeing Ye Yiming's confused expression, Wang Weilong explained, "Cousin, you don't know. When I was on my way here, I passed by the He family's gambling house. Guess what? They had opened a bet on your match with that shameless guy. They were offering odds of ten to one in favor of him and fifty to one against you! This must be He Decai's doing! However..."

At this point, Wang Weilong sneered and said, "If you don't show up, cousin, the He family will be in big trouble! Hahaha!" Thinking about this, Wang Weilong momentarily forgot his hatred for the He family and burst into laughter.

Fifty to one! Hearing this insulting number for himself, Ye Yiming didn't get angry. Instead, he became excited.

If he bet on himself and won, even with a bet of 100,000 taels of gold, at fifty times the odds, that would be five million taels of gold! This would be much quicker than refining high-grade warrior pills!

Ye Yiming was calculating how much to bet on himself and didn't speak for a while. Wang Weilong thought Ye Yiming was too furious to talk and tried to comfort him, "Cousin, don't be angry. If you don't go, the He family will offend a lot of people. They will be in big trouble then."

Angry? They're giving me money! Why would I be angry? Ye Yiming couldn't understand why Wang Weilong thought this way. Then he remembered that in the eyes of others, he was still seen as a worthless nobody.

Seeing that Ye Yiming was still silent, Wang Weilong thought he understood Ye Yiming's feelings and said, "Cousin, wait here. I'll spread the word that the challenge letter was actually an invitation to drink. Let's see how they handle it!" With that, he stood up to leave.

Ye Yiming quickly grabbed Wang Weilong and shouted, "No, I'll accept the challenge!"

Are you kidding? If Wang Weilong spread that rumor, the challenge would be off, and so would the gambling. How else would he find such a good opportunity to make money?

"What? You want to accept Wu Yaolin's challenge?" Wang Weilong was completely stunned upon hearing this.

"Yes! Any problem?" Ye Yiming responded casually, as if it was a child's play.

Seeing Ye Yiming's nonchalant attitude, Wang Weilong became agitated, grabbing Ye Yiming's hands and shouting, "Of course there's a problem! Cousin, Wu Yaolin may be shameless, but he is a high-level warrior! And you? You're barely a low-level warrior! The difference is too great."

The more agitated Wang Weilong became, the calmer Ye Yiming looked. Wang Weilong hesitated and said, "Cousin, you're not tempted by the fifty-to-one odds, are you?"

"Exactly! That's why I decided to go!" Ye Yiming admitted cheerfully.

"Oh my God!" Wang Weilong slapped his forehead and earnestly advised, "Cousin, don't go. You can't beat him. You'll get beaten badly! I think it's better to forget about it."

Ye Yiming glanced at Wang Weilong, understanding that his cousin was worried about him. But Ye Yiming wanted to shake the entire capital once again.

After a moment's thought, Ye Yiming reached out and pressed down on Wang Weilong. Wang Weilong, who had been talking for a while without a response from Ye Yiming, suddenly felt the pressure on his shoulder and was shocked. Although Wang Weilong was much smaller in stature than Ye Yiming, he was a genuine mid-level warrior with significantly more strength. Yet, Ye Yiming managed to press him down.

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"Cousin, you..."

Ye Yiming smiled proudly, withdrew his hand, and said, "Do you think I would be so foolish to let him beat me up?"

"Cousin, what's going on?"

"It's nothing. I met an old man recently who was amazed by my talent and wanted to take me as his disciple. But he said we didn't have the master-disciple fate, so he gave me a book on refining pills and disappeared."

This excuse was one Ye Yiming had prepared for a while. As his cultivation increased, some things couldn't be hidden. So he made up this story, and whether others believed it or not wasn't his concern. He would stick to it.

At least Wang Weilong believed it!

With a look of envy, Wang Weilong said, "Cousin, you're so lucky. So you can refine those warrior pills because of that book?"

"Yes!" Ye Yiming nodded.

"But wait! Doesn't the warrior pill have side effects? Did you really take the warrior pill?" Thinking about the side effects of the warrior pill, Wang Weilong looked at Ye Yiming in astonishment.

"Of course not!" Ye Yiming denied loudly, but seeing Wang Weilong's disbelief, he explained, "The pills I took are special, with the same effect as the warrior pills but without any side effects."

"Really? I've never heard of such pills." Although Wang Weilong believed Ye Yiming, he was still a bit skeptical.

"Of course, I have a book on refining pills with many recipes. It's a magical book! How else could I refine over three hundred high-level warrior pills overnight? If I wanted, I could elevate my cultivation to a high-level warrior right now."

Hearing this, Wang Weilong felt it made sense. After all, Ye Yiming's knowledge of herbs was once so limited that ten fingers could count them. Now, he could refine over three hundred high-level warrior pills overnight. Wang Weilong attributed these miracles to the magical book.

"So it's because of that magical book! Since you can refine such special pills, can you give me some?" Wang Weilong asked with a hopeful smile.

"Well, I can, but those pills are hard to refine. You'll have to wait a few days."

Special pills? Ye Yiming had none. He only had the mutated pills, but the chances of refining them were minuscule. He had already refined hundreds of warrior pills, with only two mutated mid-level warrior pills appearing.

Looking at the two large wooden boxes of herbs, Ye Yiming thought: With so many herbs, there should be one or two mutated pills, right?

"By the way, when is that shameless guy challenging me?" Ye Yiming suddenly asked Wang Weilong. He didn't know the challenge date and needed time.

"You don't know? Wasn't it written on the challenge letter?"

Receiving the challenge letter but not knowing the date left Wang Weilong speechless.

"Challenge letter? Oh, I threw it away." Ye Yiming's nonchalant tone showed he didn't take it seriously. If not for the gambling, he would have forgotten about it.

"Three days! The challenge is in three days."

Ye Yiming frowned and muttered, "Three days? That should be enough time."

Wang Weilong, understanding Ye Yiming's intentions, was excited at the thought of the fifty-to-one odds. "Cousin, are you planning to use this opportunity to multiply our wealth by fifty? That would be amazing!"

Fifty times? That's too easy on He Decai.

Ye Yiming chuckled, pulled Wang Weilong close, and whispered his plan.

As Wang Weilong listened, his surprise turned into elation.

An hour later, Wang Weilong appeared in front of a restaurant, stopping Wu Yaolin and He Decai, who had just finished eating. He started to curse them loudly.

He accused Wu Yaolin of tampering with the challenge letter and criticized them for the low odds. He berated them until they couldn't bear to stay any longer and fled in embarrassment.

But that wasn't the end! After they fled, Wang Weilong went to the He family gambling house, boasting about Ye Yiming's prowess and belittling Wu Yaolin. The number of people at the gambling house reached a peak since its establishment!

Finally, Wang Weilong went to the Prime Minister's residence and scolded Wu Yaolin until the Prime Minister's people couldn't stand it anymore. They captured him and sent him home in a sedan chair.

Although Wang Weilong was locked up by his father upon returning home, his goal was achieved.

Thanks to his actions, the entire capital focused on the challenge between Wu Yaolin and Ye Yiming. The He family gambling house was packed with people betting on the match.

Of course, ninety-nine percent bet on Wu Yaolin, while the remaining one percent accidentally bet wrong. Why not bet on Ye Yiming?

Are you stupid? Who would bet on Ye Yiming? He's a low-level warrior at best, while Wu Yaolin is a high-level warrior. Who else would you bet on?

Ye Yiming's "reputation" was such that even if he impressed the Prime Minister with his literary skills, it didn't mean his martial skills were good.

By evening, when Ye Yiming received the news from Wang Weilong's messenger, he laughed joyfully. The odds on him winning had risen to one hundred to one!

Ha! I love this gambling!