Seducing Goddesses With My Infinite Wealth
Chapter 67: Local Man Attempts to Fix Sport Matches by Bribing the Referees in Front of Police Officers

Chapter 67: Local Man Attempts to Fix Sport Matches by Bribing the Referees in Front of Police Officers

Chapter 67 - Local Man Attempts to Fix Sport Matches by Bribing the Referees in Front of Police Officers

Liu Qingmi raised an eyebrow. He inspected Fu Tong once again.

No matter how he examined Fu Tong, he could only sense the aura of a Qi Condensation cultivator. He looked nothing special, except his weird aura that didn’t fit a level 9 Qi Condensation Stage.

Still, this temper got ahead of him. The strange atmosphere around Fu Tong faded from Liu Qingmi’s mind as he felt insulted. He couldn’t believe that his core disciple, a Golden Core Stage cultivator, could lose to a mere newbie.

"Are you kidding me?! I don’t know what you’re thinking, but my disciples are superior to yours. Fine, we accept! However, as we are on the challenged side, we reserve our rights to choose the location and the date of our competition!"

Liu Qingmi grinned widely. As shrewd as he was, he came up with another scheme to suppress Li Wushuang. He declared.

"The stage will be this place, and the time is NOW! Select your five best fighters, Wushuang!"

Fu Tong snorted and shook his head. He knew that Liu Qingmi wouldn’t give Li Wushuang a chance to prepare. Fortunately, the Divine Cloud Sect’s roster was stacked enough.

Fu Tong counted their heads.

’One protagonist, one heroine, an immortal, a hacker me, and one nobody. Kek. We’re gonna stomp them 4-1, no doubt.’

Meanwhile, Li Wushuang disliked how Liu Qingmi took advantage of her. There was nothing she could do but rely on Fu Tong and the crew.

She gazed at the crowd and announced their roster.

"Tang Youyan and Long Hao, you will be the representatives of the outer disciples. Jiu Bai and Yin Yiheng will represent the inner disciples. Fu Tong, you are my core disciple from now on."

Yin Qingming, Yin Suyin, and Ouyang Aochen only frowned at Fu Tong, but they didn’t comment anything as they were still under Huli Jiubai’s brainwashing spell. The rewritten memory forbade them from antagonizing Fu Tong or making his life difficult.

The other inner disciples, including Yin Yiheng, a level 7 Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, remained expressionless. Ouyang Jiehong also stayed silent despite not being selected, unlike his usual past self.

Only Long Hao reacted to the announcement.

"That man... the core disciple?! Why not me?!" Long Hao protested.

Li Wushuang glanced at Long Hao and bitterly smiled. She vaguely dismissed his objection.

"Long Hao, right? You’re still too inexperienced. There’s more to be seen than meets the eye. The person you think they’re weaker than you might be a hidden expert in disguise. Don’t get complacent, and you will be able to judge people more accurately."

"..."

Long Hao’s eyes widened, catching the subtle hint. He shifted his gaze back and forth between Fu Tong and Li Wushuang, while his mind came up with a bold hypothesis.

’Does she know about that man’s background?!’

Long Yunfei read his grandson’s mind and agreed with Long Hao. He also detected the unique scent of Li Wushuang, resembling the faint radiation in the great void. Only immortals who had been on an immortal plane could emit this odor.

He whispered to Long Hao.

’I suspect your sect master might also be an immortal in disguise. She might have already figured out Lu Bu’s origins or they might have talked.’

Long Hao gnashed his teeth. He couldn’t understand what part of him was still inferior to Fu Tong.

’Just because he’s from the Lu Clan, and he’s getting the preferential treatment? How is this fair?!’ Long Hao complained in his mind.

’This is very normal, Hao’er. The powerful, the military, and the wealthy monopolize the creation of laws and the shaping of history. A lone wolf like you will always be suppressed by them. The only way you can stand on the same stage as theirs is to gather your own force and establish your authority.’

’So I have to be stronger than everybody in the immortal realm first, and I can crush them all!’

’No! You must gather trustworthy allies and become large enough to deter them, not to antagonize them openly!’

’Wrong, grandfather. Only when we have absolute strength, will they grovel before our feet. There is no need for allies!’

Long Yunfei sighed deeply. He stopped trying to convince Long Hao and turned to Fu Tong. He prayed that his grandson wouldn’t fall into depravity or become insane.

-

While Li Wushuang assigned positions for her team, Liu Qingmi transmitted his voice to his subordinates, ordering them. Three Golden Core and two Foundation Establishment cultivators arrived five minutes later, flying over the wall and landing behind the elders.

Two of the three golden core cultivators were disciples of Liu Qingmi. The two foundation establishment cultivators were actually their inner disciples.

Shamelessly, he assigned his inner disciples as representatives of the outer disciple bracket. Two of the core disciples were tasked to battle Li Wushuang’s inner disciples. The last member was not a disciple, but an elder, who suppressed his Qi to that of the golden core stage. His actual strength belonged to the nascent soul realm.

With the preparation, Liu Qingmi was ready to fix the matches.

As the group was ready, two demonic foxes descended from the fleet to observe the commotion. They suppressed their strength to the quasi-immortal stage, following the laws of this world. They cast their gaze upon Li Wushuang and Tang Youyan and grinned.

Making no attempt at concealment, these demonic foxes revealed their demonic features: black fox heads, furry bodies, and humanoid shapes. Their three black tails spread, exerting dominance over humans.

One of them spoke to Liu Qingmi.

"You’re doing something fun here. Are you preparing for a festival? We overheard that you were betting your sects and mountains."

Liu Qingmi smirked while Li Wushuang flinched at the sight of the two demonic foxes. Huli Jiubai slightly opened his eyes and glared at them in disgust. As for Fu Tong, he licked his lips, curious about the loot drops after their deaths.

Liu Qingmi laughed and cupped his fist, bending his back 90 degrees. His earlier arrogant demeanor was gone.

"Welcome! Welcome, dear esteemed sirs. You’ve come at a good time. We are about to have a competition between sects, and we are currently lacking a witness and a judge. Could we ask you to be our witnesses to our matches?"