"The Dui Palace will get better and better, I promise."
"Don’t worry, I will definitely join the Dui Palace."
These were words Tang Yi had once said. If he hadn’t just seen Tang Yi kill a Level 4 Demon Beast with his bare hands, Fang Qingyang would never have bet his savings on a district with no guarantee of success.
But...
Fang Qingyang had seen Tang Yi’s display of Divine Power, killing a Level 4 Demon Beast with a single palm strike. For some reason, a voice in his heart was telling him that this examinee named Tang Yi, this candidate willing to enter the Dui Palace, would surely lead the North District to the best results in this House Entrance Examination.
Moreover, a faint suspicion was forming in his mind... ’Could Tang Yi be...’
Fang Qingyang knew the exact times when Tang Yi’s group had entered and exited the Eight Palaces Deer Battle Hall.
These times matched perfectly with those of the examinee on the leaderboard with the temporary ID 59416.
In other words, there was a very high chance that Tang Yi was temporary ID 59416!
If he hadn’t just witnessed Tang Yi’s strength, Fang Qingyang would never have had this suspicion. But now that he had, he couldn’t help but connect Tang Yi with examinee 59416.
This was another reason why Fang Qingyang dared to bet on the North District!
"An unexpected surprise? Qingyang, what do you mean by that? Have you heard some news?"
Murong Liu glanced at Fang Qingyang in confusion, then turned to look at the Chief Examiners and leaders from the North District, his heart filled with immense doubt.
’Have these people all lost their minds? Is that why they’re placing these bets?’
’Even if you’re putting on a show, you don’t have to risk your entire fortune, do you?’
He could almost dismiss the people from the North District. But now, even Fang Qingyang, whom he knew best, had bet on the North District. This was something Murong Liu just couldn’t wrap his head around.
He knew that Fang Qingyang was normally the most Stable of them all. He would never do anything rash, let alone squander his Cultivation Resources recklessly.
If he wasn’t certain, how could he possibly bet on a district that no one favored?
Therefore, he must have gotten some inside information about the North District’s examinees this time, which is why he dared to bet like this!
Hearing Murong Liu say this, the others also turned to look at Fang Qingyang, curious to know if that was the case.
However, Fang Qingyang paused for a moment before replying, "News? What news? I don’t have any news."
"No news? Then why did you bet on the North District?" Murong Liu asked, perplexed.
"I just have a feeling. This feeling tells me that the North District’s examinees will definitely achieve a good result this time," Fang Qingyang replied with a smile.
"A feeling?"
Upon hearing this, everyone rolled their eyes. If this weren’t the Martial Hero World, but Tang Yi’s Earth World, everyone would probably be making a scoffing sound to express their current mood.
’A feeling told you the North District’s examinees would get good results?’
’Who the hell do you think you are? A Divine Calculator? A reincarnated Immortal?’
’Or can you predict the future?’
’That’s such fucking bullshit.’
But Murong Liu didn’t think so. He was now feeling more and more that something was amiss.
With Fang Qingyang’s meticulous mind and Stable personality, would he really bet his Cultivation Resources on a district nobody favored just based on a ’feeling’?
It was completely impossible.
"Qingyang, we’re on good terms, right?" Murong Liu suddenly asked Fang Qingyang a question that came out of the blue.
"We’ve been friends for decades. Why do you ask?" Fang Qingyang said.
Fang Qingyang and Murong Liu were disciples from the same generation. They had entered the West Mansion together, entered the Inner Mansion together, and then served as Stewards in the Outer Mansion’s Dui Palace together, building a friendship that spanned decades.
It was just that Murong Liu’s Talent was a bit stronger, so he became the Hall Master of the Dui Palace, while Fang Qingyang, being slightly less gifted, only managed to secure the position of a Dui Palace Elder.
However, neither of them cared about these things and still treated each other as friends. Their relationship was excellent.
"Since we’ve been friends for decades, then you have to secretly tell me, did you get some special news from the North District’s leaders or Chief Examiners?"
Murong Liu leaned close to Fang Qingyang’s ear. This time, he didn’t ask openly but whispered secretly, not drawing anyone’s attention.
The moment Fang Qingyang said it was ’a feeling,’ everyone else had stopped paying attention to him.
Murong Liu figured that, given their relationship, if Fang Qingyang knew something, he would surely tell him. The only reason he hadn’t said anything earlier was because there were too many people around.
But upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang just shook his head and said, "No. There’s no news. I don’t know anything."
"And you still bet even though you know nothing?" Murong Liu said, unconvinced.
"Can’t I bet if I know nothing?" Fang Qingyang retorted, then said, "Alright, stop asking me. Haven’t you already placed your bet? There’s no point in asking. I just bet on the district I think can win, that’s all. Stop asking."
"I... You... Hmph! So stingy. Fine, don’t tell me!"
After hearing Fang Qingyang’s response, Murong Liu snorted coldly. He felt that Fang Qingyang definitely knew something but just wasn’t telling him.
Having come to this conclusion, Murong Liu grew more and more restless the more he thought about it.
The bet Murong Liu had placed was not small either—it was worth a full six drops of Holy Liquid. This was a considerable fortune, so how could he not take it seriously?
Winning and losing were a normal part of gambling. But now that he knew something was strange and fishy—that there was something unusual about the North District’s examinees and they would very likely achieve outstanding results in this House Entrance Examination—it would have been stranger if he *could* remain calm.
But no matter how anxious or tormented Murong Liu felt, Fang Qingyang wasn’t talking. What could he do?
After a long and intense internal struggle, Murong Liu gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.
He walked over to Gong Liansheng and said apologetically, "Special Envoy Gong, I was wondering... is it still possible to change a bet that’s been placed?"
Murong Liu had to force himself to say those words, steeling himself for the embarrassment.
Changing a bet was something only a truly shameless person would do. However, Cultivation Resources were far more precious than his pride.
He couldn’t just stand by and watch his Cultivation Resources fall into someone else’s hands when he knew it was a losing bet, could he?
So, Murong Liu went before Gong Liansheng, hoping to change his bet.
"Oh? Master Muu, how would you like to change it?" Gong Liansheng asked in surprise.
"I’d like to change my bet from the East District to the North District. I wonder if that’s possible..." Murong Liu said, swallowing his pride.
"To the North District? The House Entrance Examination has just begun, so a change is possible. But why the North District? You should know, you bet on the East District, which is the most likely to win. No one thinks highly of the North District, you know. Are you sure you want to change to the North District?"

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