I Have an Omen System-Chapter 99 - 97: The Holy Sect’s Reputation

"Damn it, I forgot about that. I just spent all my Contribution Points on materials for Treasure Talismans!"

Qin Xuan turned, ready to head to the Contribution Hall and return the materials.

But he found that Jin Wuhai was completely ignoring him. The man even flipped over the "Quality Goods, Low Prices" sign in front of him.

[Contribution Hall Friendly Reminder: All Sales Final. No Returns or Exchanges.]

Below this sentence was a large red ’X’ and a bloody skull!

’Fine, fine, fine.’

’If you won’t take them back, I’ll just sell the Treasure Talisman materials to another Incense Master at a discount. That should work.’

As it turned out, the other Incense Masters looked at Qin Xuan with cautious and suspicious expressions.

"Master Qin, are you sure these materials are authentic?"

Qin Xuan was speechless.

’Damn it, so this is the reputation of a Holy Sect Demon Cultivator!’

If he was being honest with himself, with the Foundation Establishment Chaos War about to begin, if someone tried to sell him Treasure Talisman materials at a low price, he wouldn’t believe them for a second either.

As for selling them at a high price?

Heh, he’d probably be hacked into eight pieces and fed to the dogs by the Contribution Hall’s Purple Mansion True Demon before he even took the items out.

’Damn it, I’ll take out a loan!’

Steeling himself, Qin Xuan opened the Blood Loan Money Shop interface.

’I remember the maximum loan amount for an Incense Master was ten million Contribution Points with a monthly interest rate of 2.99%. If I borrow it all and bet everything on Chen Xuanba in a month...’

’That would be a hundred billion!’

’A hundred billion... I couldn’t spend that in ten lifetimes.’

[Current Loanable Amount: 100 Contribution Points (Monthly Interest: 1000%)]

Qin Xuan: "???"

Qin Xuan thought he’d misread it. He scrubbed at his eyes, but it was true: just 100, not the millions he was expecting.

Only after seeing the fine print below did Qin Xuan understand.

[Blood Loan Money Shop Announcement]

[To boost the morale of the Holy Sect and prevent participants in the upcoming Foundation Establishment Chaos War from maliciously taking out loans before leaving the Sect out of fear of dying on the battlefield, the loan limit for all Incense Masters has been uniformly reduced to 100, and the interest rate has been raised to 1000%. Normal limits will be restored at a later date.]

"Damn it! The seller is always smarter than the buyer. You guys are really something else!"

Qin Xuan had to admit defeat. In the end, he still took out the 100 Contribution Point loan.

Afterward, he ran around borrowing from Demon Disciples and Stewards, scraping bits and pieces together.

The poor, dignified Vice Incense Master of the Plague Poison Altar had only managed to scrape together 200 Contribution Points.

"Damn it! You’re just an Instructor, what are you doing going to the Blood Loan Money Shop to buy Blood Tyrant Demon Child shares? Is that something you can afford to be buying?"

Qin Xuan chewed out Zhao Youliang.

Zhao Youliang felt extremely wronged. "Master Qin, I didn’t want to either! Who knew that damn Blood Loan Money Shop...

I wanted to buy the dip, but they wanted to bankrupt me!"

When he first heard that Chen Xuanba had failed at Core Formation, Zhao Youliang refused to believe it. ’Others might not know,’ he thought, ’but I’ve personally seen how powerful the Blood Tyrant Demon Child is.’

So, when the price was 1,000 Contribution Points per share, he took out a huge loan to buy the dip, purchasing a full one hundred shares. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Thinking of this, Zhao Youliang felt so wretched he slapped his thigh in regret.

When he bought in at 1,000 Contribution Points a share, Zhao Youliang did make a small profit when it bounced back to 1,100.

Greedy, Zhao Youliang didn’t sell, thinking he’d check again the next day.

Who knew that the very next day, the price would be slashed in half.

His principal of one hundred thousand Contribution Points was now only worth fifty thousand.

At that moment, Zhao Youliang felt like dying. After that, it was just a non-stop plunge. He finally couldn’t take it anymore and sold when it dropped to 300.

In the end, not only did he not make a single cent, he was now in debt to the Blood Loan Money Shop for a full seventy thousand Contribution Points.

He felt so miserable that he wanted to go take a nosedive into the Soul-Devouring Demon Abyss.

Zhao Youliang asked tentatively, "Master Qin, you didn’t also take out a loan to buy the Blood Tyrant Demon Child, did you? That thing’s a huge pitfall..."

Qin Xuan said impatiently, "Get lost. I can’t be bothered with your nonsense."

"Come with me to the Blood Pool Sword Tomb now. On the way, tell me about the Demon Disciples participating in this Blood Pool Trial."

"Focus on these three: Duan Ning, Yu Shuang, and Ma Gong."

"As you command!"

...

On the way, Zhao Youliang gave a detailed account of the three.

Speaking of which, Duan Ning’s path to prominence was very similar to Hou Qi’s, except he had awakened his Foundation Establishment Innate Wisdom earlier.

Meanwhile, Yu Shuang and Ma Gong were just like Wang Feng and Zhou Kai from back then.

As for Qin Xuan and Xiao Ran, no Demon Disciples so far were similar to them.

’No wonder I was supposed to bet on Duan Ning. So he’s another Reincarnated Demon...’

By the time Qin Xuan piloted his Dark Cloud Spiritual Artifact into the skies above June Valley,

the other Incense Masters had already arrived.

Xie Qing of the Skull Altar, Su Mei of the Joy Altar, Ji Boying of the True Body Altar...

To Qin Xuan’s surprise, Wei Qingyi of the Punishment Altar had also come.

And it wasn’t just Wei Qingyi.

The Bureau of Punishment, the Bureau of Assassination, the Bureau of Enforcement, the Bureau of Dominion, the Punisher, the Prison Warden... Incense Masters from all six great Magic Altars under the Punishment Hall had arrived!

"Junior Brother Qin, you’re here too! Come, come, place a bet. It’s quite interesting."

Wei Qingyi laughed heartily.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of melancholy about him.

It was as if the news of Chen Xuanba’s failed Core Formation had no effect on him whatsoever.

The other Incense Masters from the Punishment Hall, however, all wore grave expressions, their minds heavy with worry.

"Qin Xuan, you dare show your face! I ask you, did you kill Zheng Qi?!"

Xie Qing roared, his sinister voice dripping with malevolent energy.

Qin Xuan paid him no mind, ignoring him completely, and turned to smile at Wei Qingyi instead.

"Senior Brother Wei, who did you bet on?"

Wei Qingyi: "I think both Duan Ning and Yu Shuang are good, but Junior Brother Xie recommended I choose Yu Shuang. I haven’t quite decided yet."

Xie Qing: "Senior Brother Wei, you can’t go wrong betting on Yu Shuang. I have inside information! I put down a full ten thousand shares on him when the price was at 20."

Wei Qingyi ignored him as well, waiting for Qin Xuan’s response instead.

This made Xie Qing’s face darken, and he was instantly embarrassed.

Ji Boying said with a faint, unreadable smile, "Junior Brother Qin, my True Body Altar currently has an opening for a Vice Incense Master. You should come by for a visit when you have time!"

Qin Xuan: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ji. I’ll be sure to visit another day."

Ji Boying chuckled, his eyes deep and his expression inscrutable.

The Celestial Pride Wagering was about to end. Because the other Incense Masters were throwing money around, the price per share had already risen above 100.

The odds were also beginning to solidify.

Qin Xuan glanced at the board.

Yu Shuang: 260/share, Odds 1:10

Ma Gong: 270/share, Odds 1:10

Duan Ning: 200/share, Odds 1:5

Qin Xuan: "Senior Brother Wei, I recommend Duan Ning. I’m putting down 1 share with ten times leverage."

Wei Qingyi nodded. "Alright, then I’ll follow you with one share. I’ve been preparing a lot of things lately and don’t have many Contribution Points left."

Seeing this, Xie Qing cackled, "Qin Xuan, so it’s come to this for you! Just one share? And you’re even using ten times leverage? That’s hilarious..."

Before he could finish, Xie Qing’s voice came to an abrupt halt.

WHOOSH!

A streak of pure, viscous, liquid-like crimson, radiating intense heat, surged forth from the void.

Before Xie Qing could react, a Silver-White Long Sword was already pressed against his neck!

Qin Xuan’s eyes were dark. "You dog. If it weren’t for the Sect’s rules, you could have ’laughed’ yourself to death by now..."

"I..." Sweat poured down Xie Qing’s forehead, his heart nearly leaping out of his throat.

’When did Qin Xuan’s power become so immense?’

’When did he even draw his sword?!’

A sharp pain came from his neck as trickles of crimson blood began to well up. Xie Qing’s voice trembled. "Qin Xuan, if you dare kill me in public, the Sect’s rules won’t... won’t let you go..."

CLANG!

The long sword returned to its sheath.

Qin Xuan spoke lightly, "Don’t worry. I’ll be taking your and Ma Wei’s dog lives during the Foundation Establishment Chaos War."

Xie Qing gasped for air as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

A look of venomous resentment appeared in his eyes as he stared at Qin Xuan.

’You want to kill me? Just wait until Incense Master Ma gets back. You’re a dead man!’

Time flowed by slowly, and as the end of the month drew closer,

the Demon Disciples participating in the Blood Pool Trial emerged one after another.

Yu Shuang, on whom Xie Qing had bet heavily, died in the Blood Pool. His two hundred thousand Contribution Points were all washed down the drain.

"No, impossible!"

’How could the inside information I got from Incense Master Ma be wrong?’

Xie Qing looked utterly crazed, his face contorted in a ferocious snarl. He was so furious he started banging his head against the mountain rock with a series of THUDS.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices, and his youthful, boyish appearance shattered like porcelain.

Wei Qingyi said coldly, "If you’re going to have a fit, get lost and go back to your Skull Altar."

Xie Qing’s body trembled violently. He glanced at Wei Qingyi, and a shiver ran through him. He actually managed to grit his teeth and hold it in, letting out only low, choked sobs.

The man before him was a Demon Monarch Bloodline. Even with Ma Wei as his backer, he couldn’t afford to provoke him.

Meanwhile, Duan Ning—on whom Qin Xuan had aggressively used ten times leverage—had actually obtained a Golden Core [Blood Evil Level] Sword Pattern!

The Chief Incense Master of the Assassination Altar, Pang Tunyun, who had a belly like a drum and a bare chest, said in a stuffy voice, "Congratulations, Junior Brother Qin. A 50-fold profit."

Wei Qingyi slung an arm around Qin Xuan’s neck, full of envy. "Junior Brother Qin, you should have said so earlier! If you had, I would have put ten times leverage on Duan Ning too."

"Just lucky, just lucky."

Qin Xuan saw the 200 Contribution Points in his account instantly multiply fifty times over, turning into ten thousand points. He grinned from ear to ear.

’This is way too fast!’

However, just then, Qin Xuan noticed that the price of Chen Xuanba’s shares had dropped to 100 points per share.

A stroke of inspiration hit him.

’This is it! This is the lowest point!’

Without a second thought, Qin Xuan took the ten thousand Contribution Points—still warm in his account—and went all-in, buying up Chen Xuanba’s shares.

A full one hundred shares.

And he even added ten times leverage!

Nearby, Wei Qingyi noticed Qin Xuan’s actions and asked curiously.

"Junior Brother Qin, what are you doing?"