Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 943: Keeping the Appointment

Chapter 943: Chapter 943: Keeping the Appointment

In the Bitao Martial Academy, almost every day there were disciples challenging each other to fights, and the venue was almost always the Practice Battle Arena.

And with each challenge, a large number of disciples from Bitao Martial Academy would gather to spectate. Eventually, those watching felt that merely observing the duels was not that interesting, so some disciples started to use their cultivation resources to wager against one another. As a result, this trend of betting grew more and more popular, attracting nearly all the academy’s disciples to participate.

Some disciples thus "lost their fortunes," squandering all their cultivation resources, while others "struck it rich overnight," winning a great deal of cultivation resources.

The challenge between Yang Lin and Fang Bai had spread throughout the entire Inner Court. Aside from a few disciples who were out gaining experience, nearly all the other Inner Court disciples had gathered at the Practice Battle Arena with their cultivation resources, ready to make their bets.

However, this duel didn’t seem to hold much suspense, as the majority of Inner Court disciples believed that Fang Bai was doomed to lose, and thus they placed their bets on Yang Lin.

But there were a few Inner Court disciples who felt that since Fang Bai dared to accept Yang Lin’s challenge, he might have some sort of "trump card," so they gritted their teeth and bet on Fang Bai winning.

That Inner Court disciple with the surname Qian held this very thought, and wagered a thousand Essence Stones with a Senior Brother surnamed Zhao.

Hearing his fellow disciples laughing at him, the red-faced Inner Court disciple with the surname Qian shouted, "The duel hasn’t started yet, how can you be so sure that Junior Brother Fang is bound to lose? Hmph, I believe in Junior Brother Fang!"

Though he spoke like this, he was already feeling a bit regretful inside. But as martial artists are true to their word, he had already placed his bet on Fang Bai winning and couldn’t change it now.

If Fang Bai were to lose to Yang Lin in the duel, the Inner Court disciple named Qian would have to obediently hand over a thousand Essence Stones to the Senior Brother surnamed Zhao.

For an ordinary Inner Court disciple, a thousand Essence Stones was not a small sum, and if lost, it would certainly cause some heartache.

"Senior Brother Qian, since you’re so sure about Junior Brother Fang, why not make a wager with me? How about it, do you dare?"

A female disciple of the Inner Court said with a giggly smile.

"Senior Brother Qian, you’re not going to be scared to bet with Junior Sister Chen, are you?"

"A man afraid of a woman? Bet with her!"

"If you’re a man, take a gamble. What if you win?"

"Hehe, I bet Senior Brother Qian doesn’t dare to bet! Senior Brother Qian has lost quite a bit of cultivation resources lately, probably doesn’t have the confidence to bet, right?"

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Some other Inner Court disciples also began egging him on.

Seeing Junior Sister Chen’s teasing and disdainful look, and egged on by the surrounding Inner Court disciples, the hot-blooded disciple surnamed Qian puffed out his chest and declared loudly, "What’s there to be afraid of? Junior Sister Chen, should we bet Essence Stones or elixirs?"

Junior Sister Chen laughed and said, "Let’s bet elixirs! How about ten bottles of Gathering Yuan Pills as the wager? What do you say, Senior Brother Qian?"

The disciple surnamed Qian hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, you got it!"

Afterward, a few more Inner Court disciples asked to place bets with the disciple surnamed Qian. Steeling himself and stomping his foot, he simply agreed to them all, thinking to himself that if Fang Bai lost, he would just lose all his accumulated cultivation resources. But if Fang Bai won, he would make a hefty profit.

"Junior Brother Fang, oh Junior Brother Fang, my entire fortune is staked on you—you mustn’t lose!"

The inner court disciple surnamed Qian clasped his hands together and silently prayed.

The voices of the inner court disciples on the Practice Battle Arena were heard loud and clear by Yang Lin and Yang Wei. Seeing that the disciple surnamed Qian actually supported Fang Bai, their expressions turned somewhat ugly.

Realizing that his behavior might have offended the cousins when he noticed the unfriendly gaze from Yang Lin and Yang Wei, the disciple surnamed Qian felt somewhat apprehensive.

Both Yang Lin and Yang Wei were ranked among the top combatants of the inner court disciples, with Yang Lin ranked third and Yang Wei ranked Eighteen. If the cousins were to join forces, even the individuals ranked first and second on the list would be somewhat wary, let alone a disciple surnamed Qian who was ranked in the dozens.

"Cousin, it’s already this late, and Fang Bai still hasn’t shown up. Could he really be planning to play the tortoise with its head withdrawn?"

Yang Wei was getting impatient and spoke to Yang Lin in a low voice.

Yang Lin’s eyes gleamed with sharpness as he coldly snorted, "If he doesn’t come, you go to his residence and drag him here! I want all the inner court disciples to know that Junior Brother Fang is a petty man who doesn’t keep his word!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than they heard an inner court disciple exclaim loudly, "Here he comes! Junior Brother Fang has arrived!"

Then, all the inner court disciples on the Practice Battle Arena turned their gazes in the same direction.

Fang Bai arrived with a smile at the corner of his mouth, hands clasped behind his back, walking leisurely over. He looked as relaxed as if he were not there to keep an appointment but to enjoy a leisurely spring outing.

The crowd’s eyes scanned Fang Bai before being drawn to Hou Ziping, who followed close behind. Some couldn’t help but cry out in amazement.

Wasn’t it said that Hou Ziping was severely injured by Yang Wei? Wasn’t it said that his injuries would take months to heal? But Hou Ziping standing before them looked completely unharmed!

Many inner court disciples had witnessed Hou Ziping being injured by Yang Wei, and now seeing him appear unscathed, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. But looking closer, there was no doubt that the person was indeed Hou Ziping.

What exactly had happened that allowed Hou Ziping, who was on death’s door due to his serious injuries, to miraculously recover and show up here?

A big question mark appeared in the mind of every inner court disciple present.

"Yang Wei, what’s going on?"

Upon seeing Hou Ziping, a trace of surprise flickered across Yang Lin’s eyes; he too hadn’t expected such a turn of events, and immediately turned to glare at Yang Wei behind him.

It was Yang Lin who had ordered Hou Ziping to be injured by Yang Wei, but the current situation caught Yang Lin off-guard.

"I don’t know... I did indeed leave him seriously injured..."

Yang Wei, somewhat fearful of his cousin, shrank his neck under his scrutiny and blurted out, "No matter how miraculous the spirit pills are, they couldn’t possibly heal Hou Ziping’s injuries so quickly! This...this... what on earth happened?"

The cousins stared at each other, eyes wide, and it took a moment before they came back to their senses and their gazes returned to Fang Bai and Hou Ziping.

Fang Bai moved with fluid grace, coming to a stop two Zhang away from Yang Lin and Yang Wei.

Hou Ziping followed in step behind Fang Bai, coming up beside him and glaring angrily at Yang Wei, who had injured him.

At this moment, Yang Wei experienced a strange sensation: even though his strength was clearly superior to Hou Ziping’s, under Hou Ziping’s gaze, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear.