My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 442: Continuing to Bet

Today, only one disciple from Lanyan Royal School was set to compete. The rest were here to observe and gain experience.

Along the way, they witnessed many intense battles on the stages. After watching their fellow disciples skilled in divination analyze and review each fight, the disciples of Lanyan Royal School all gained valuable insights.

With a host of Celestial Mechanic Art practitioners guiding them from behind, they hadn't even started their matches yet but were already strategizing on how to defeat their opponents. How could the enemy possibly stand a chance? There was simply no contest.

With the tactical reviews from their fellow disciples serving as a safety net, every member of Lanyan Royal School brimmed with confidence, fully assured of their future victories.

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"Brother Gu! Mrs. Gu! Over here, I'm over here!"

Someone on the viewing platform called out. Gu Lan looked up to see Qin Huangmo waving enthusiastically. Beside Qin Huangmo sat several elite disciples and numerous Earthly Realm Rulers with their elite disciples, all watching the matches.

"Brother Gu, bring your people over. I saved seats for you,"

Qin Huangmo waved enthusiastically. Gu Lan responded with a friendly smile, as he, too, was looking for a place to watch the matches. Qin Huangmo's seating area had plenty of space, making it an ideal spot.

When the group arrived at the spectator stands, the surrounding factions finally noticed that Gu Lan had brought all of his disciples to watch the matches. Many cast him sidelong glances, surprised by the gesture. After all, it was only the preliminary round, yet Gu Lan had brought his entire contingent—this spoke volumes about his diligence and responsibility as a realm ruler.

At the same time, they couldn't help but notice that the disciples of Lanyan Royal School varied greatly in their cultivation levels. The strongest among them was only at the late stage of the Saint Stage, while the weakest had yet to break through to that level, lingering at the peak of the Immortal Stage. In total, there were exactly one hundred disciples, with no substitutes to spare.

Sigh!

It became clear to the other factions that this was merely an ordinary force from the Earthly Realm, and they assumed that Gu Lan must have struggled to gather enough disciples to participate in the competition. Every faction has its own difficulties, and they regarded Gu Lan with sympathetic looks, believing they understood why he had brought all his disciples to spectate.

Even Qin Huangmo, seeing so many of Lanyan Royal School's disciples for the first time—many of whom were below the average level of the tournament participants—felt the same. He assumed Gu Lan had barely managed to gather enough disciples for the competition and that today's observation was meant to help them gain combat experience.

Even if they couldn't win their matches later, they could at least surrender at the right moment, which was far better than losing their lives.

"Brother Gu, how many of your disciples are competing today?"

"One."

"Just one? That's fine; you won't have to worry too much today. Don't fret, Brother Gu. In the preliminaries, many factions won't field their strongest disciples. Your talented disciples have a good chance of winning."

Qin Huangmo, considerate of Gu Lan's pride, shifted the conversation to other topics. As they chatted intermittently, the disciples watched the battles intently, using secret methods to review tactics without alerting the surrounding Realm Rulers.

Meanwhile, Mu Yuyan, wearing a veil, took Li Xiong to another part of the martial field.

"Match 576 is about to start: an elite disciple from an Immortal Realm native faction against an ordinary disciple from the Seven Great Houses, with odds of one to one hundred! Those who want to win big spirit stones need to bet big. Despite being an ordinary disciple, they might still defeat the elite disciple!"

"Ha! Those odds just prove everyone thinks the same. Don't try to cheat us out of our spirit stones!"

In one corner of the martial arena, the forces of the 33rd Sky of Immortal Realm were running betting stalls. It wasn't just the various factions placing spirit stones on the line—many locals from the Immortal Realm also flocked in, eager to join the excitement.

Most of the bets, especially those with significant odds disparities, involved matchups between the native forces of the Immortal Realm and factions from other realms, or more notably, the upper seven clans. No one was foolish; whenever the Seven Great Houses were involved, nearly everyone bet on their victory, driving the odds down to nearly nothing.

As the house, the Immortal Realm's forces weren't going to lose money, but with such one-sided betting, they weren't earning much either. It made it difficult for them to manipulate the outcomes behind the scenes since no member of the upper seven clans would ever agree to throw a match for them.

Looking at the overwhelmingly lopsided odds, the bookmakers were on the verge of tears, wishing they could find a gullible fool in the crowd to take the losing side of a bet.

"The odds for Bright Clan's first-round victory are only 0.02. This is ridiculous!"

"It's not just Bright Clan. The odds for the Seven Great Houses' overall first-round victory are also very low. Only the truly wealthy can afford to bet against the odds, hoping for a surprise win. It's not for us poor folks."

"Earthly Realm factions have high odds, but no one's betting on them. Without courage, you can't earn spirit stones!"

In the arena, aside from betting on the outcome of each match, there were also wagers on the overall win rate of each faction. Lesser-known factions had incredibly high odds for achieving a perfect record, yet few dared to bet on them. Meanwhile, many placed bets on the Seven Great Houses, but the odds were so low that the more they wagered, the less they stood to gain—there was no profit in it.

Many people were eager to find a dark horse, but since it was only the first day of the preliminaries, no one knew which faction might rise as the unexpected champion of this year's competition. Still, some factions, confident in their disciples, secretly placed bets on their own sect's win rate, hoping to take a gamble.

At this moment, Mu Yuyan and Li Xiong approached one of the betting tables. The board displayed the win rates and odds for various factions from the Earthly Realm, with the Eastern Earthly Realm prominently listed among them.

The disciples of Lanyan Royal School were given a win rate of over fifty percent for the preliminaries, with odds at an astonishing one-to-one thousand. Despite such high odds, not a single person had placed a bet.

"I'll bet ten thousand top-grade spirit stones on the Lanyan Royal School disciples achieving a win rate above 50% in the preliminaries," Mu Yuyan's clear voice rang out, startling the sleepy bookmaker.

"What? Ten thousand top-grade spirit stones?!"

The bookmaker, overseeing the Earthly Realm betting table, couldn't believe his ears. Mu Yuyan, without repeating herself, had Li Xiong toss over a storage bag filled with spirit stones.

Over the years, Gu Lan had earned many spirit stones in the Immortal and Demon Realms, all managed by Mu Yuyan. Upon arriving in the Immortal Realm, she naturally sought ways to earn more spirit stones. After the Great Competition of All Clans, Jing Nation might establish a new sect in the Immortal Realm, requiring significant spirit stone reserves.

"Friend, I don't know your relation to Lanyan Royal School, but betting isn't a game. Once placed, the spirit stones cannot be refunded."

"Yes, think carefully! In previous competitions, Earthly Realm factions barely achieved a 10-20% win rate. Expecting a 50% win rate is a pipe dream."

"It's not too late to reconsider!"

Others, seeing Mu Yuyan genuinely placing spirit stones, advised her kindly.