Although Tang Manqing possessed a transcendent state of mind, different from ordinary people, she was not entirely detached from worldly concerns. After all, she was a person living in the mundane world.
Discovering that her kindness had been squandered by someone in such a manner inevitably left her somewhat displeased, affecting her mood.
However, since things had come to this, she didn't say anything, simply pretending she had never saved this person and letting him be.
"Princess Royal, do you know that Young Lord?"
At this moment, Wei Lao, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up to inquire.
"I wouldn't say I know him. Why do you ask? I've only met him once. Why does Wei Lao ask this?"
"This old man thought the Princess Royal knew this Young Lord and wanted to inquire about his background."
"Has he caused any trouble at the Mountain Villa?"
"Caused trouble? Not exactly, but..." Wei Lao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yesterday, this Young Lord won quite a bit of money at the Mountain Villa's gambling den."
"That dead swindler was gambling at the den? And he won a lot?"
Shui’er widened her eyes, growing increasingly furious. "How much did he win?"
"At least this much."
Wei Lao stretched out a hand, spreading five fingers to indicate the amount.
"Five hundred thousand Spirit Stones?"
Wei Lao shook his head.
Shui’er's heart skipped a beat. "Five million?"
Wei Lao shook his head again.
"Heavens! It couldn't be fifty million, could it?"
Seeing Wei Lao shake his head once more, Shui’er was utterly dumbfounded. She stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, for a good long while before finally asking, "Not fifty million? Then... then... did this guy win five hundred million?"
Seeing Wei Lao nod, Shui’er couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, yet still couldn't suppress the shock in her heart. Her body swayed unsteadily, feeling as if the heavens and earth were spinning. Not just her—even Tang Manqing, the Princess Royal of Yanluo and a Cloud-Nobility of the Immortal Dynasty, was utterly astonished upon hearing that Gu Qingfeng had won five hundred million Spirit Stones.
Although in the current era, with all things reviving, prices soaring, inflation rampant, and the descent of the Heavenly Mandate nine years ago causing spiritual changes in nature, the value of Spirit Stones had become increasingly worthless...
Even so.
Five hundred million Spirit Stones was still an enormous, suffocating number for many people.
It was for Shui’er.
And it was also for someone of Tang Manqing's status.
"Five hundred million is just a conservative estimate. As for exactly how much this Young Lord won, it's impossible to tally precisely. I only learned of this matter after returning. It's said that Yue Jinghong alone lost over ten Mystic-Grade crystal stones, plus six Mystic-Grade spirit treasures, among which was a top-grade Mystic-Grade flying sword worth hundreds of millions."
Among nature's cultivation resources, Earth-Grade was the most common, while Mystic-Grade belonged to rare resources, treasures of nature.
As long as one possessed a spirit vein, many Spirit Stones could be nurtured.
But Mystic-Grade crystal stones—for these to be nurtured, the right timing, geographical advantages, and human harmony were all indispensable. Precisely because of this, their value increased day by day. Mystic-Grade crystal stones on the market often started at several hundred thousand or even millions, and were frequently in short supply. Nowadays, everyone was scrambling for Mystic-Grade resources. Some might be for cultivation, others for refining spirit treasures, but more were for hoarding. After all, in this current era, Spirit Stones were constantly depreciating, while Mystic-Grade resources not only retained their value but appreciated.
Over ten Mystic-Grade crystal stones.
Six Mystic-Grade spirit treasures, one of which was a top-grade Mystic-Grade flying sword worth hundreds of millions.
This was utterly insane!
His net worth was even higher than that of Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua in the hall.
Wait.
Yue Jinghong?
Tang Manqing seemed somewhat unable to believe it. "Wei Lao, the Yue Jinghong you mentioned—is he that Nine-Star Immortal Official Yue Jinghong from the Immortal Court?"
"That's right, it's him. He's the third son of Immortal Court Lord Yue."
The existence of an Immortal Official was a symbol of nobility, an official position bestowed by the Immortal Dynasty, representing the Immortal Dynasty.
In gambling dens, few dared to be so presumptuous as to win money from an Immortal Official. Even if they won, it was only a small amount, and afterward, to avoid trouble, they would proactively return it.
Moreover, Yue Jinghong was a Nine-Star Immortal Official, and his father was the chief administrator stationed at the Yanluo Immortal Court. With such status, even Xiao Ziying and Mei Yuanhua in the hall wouldn't dare provoke him.
Now, that Gu Qingfeng not only won Yue Jinghong's money but, by the looks of it, cleaned out a noble scion of the Immortal Dynasty like Yue Jinghong!
Did he not want to live?
"This old man has also been worried about this issue. That's why, when I saw the Princess Royal discussing this person earlier, I wanted to inquire about his identity and background."
Wei Lao was the steward of Linglong Mountain Villa. He had seen countless people and experienced all sorts of scenes. It wasn't that no one at Linglong Mountain Villa dared to win money from an Immortal Official, but those who did were masters with great status and background—at the very least, they weren't afraid of trouble from Immortal Officials.
But as for that person...
Wei Lao was seeing him for the first time at Linglong Mountain Villa. What made it even more inconceivable was that the person had not a shred of cultivation. He couldn't imagine what great background such a master could possibly have.
"He calls himself Young Lord Chiyan Gu Qingfeng."
Upon hearing Tang Manqing's words, Wei Lao's expression froze, as if the name sounded somewhat familiar. Suddenly recalling, he was greatly shocked and asked in alarm, "Young Lord Chiyan Gu Qingfeng? The one from the Great Northwest who claimed to be the heir of the monarch?"
"That's him."
"Didn't Young Lord Chiyan die nine years ago?"
Wei Lao had also heard about how, nine years ago, Young Lord Chiyan had slain dozens of noble scions of the Immortal Dynasty in the Great Northwest. Moreover, he knew that after the Heavenly Mandate descended, the Immortal Dynasty dispatched many experts to eliminate Young Lord Chiyan. However, Fairy Suhua said that Young Lord Chiyan had turned to dust while seizing the Heavenly Mandate. How could this Young Lord Chiyan still be alive now?
And appearing in Yanluo Kingdom?
"He claims to be Young Lord Chiyan. Whether it's true or not, we don't know."
Shui’er chimed in, "Not only does he call himself Young Lord Chiyan, he also claims to be Lord Chixiao! He's most likely a big swindler!"
"This..." Wei Lao was somewhat bewildered.
Not just him—Tang Manqing also furrowed her brows, sinking into deep contemplation.
In her thoughts, if this person wasn't Young Lord Chiyan, he wouldn't dare to win Yue Jinghong's money.
But then again, if he was Young Lord Chiyan, how could he dare to win Yue Jinghong's money?
Back then, he had killed so many noble scions of the Immortal Dynasty in the Great Northwest. Now, with his cultivation lost and his body weak, wasn't he afraid that the Immortal Dynasty would find out he was still alive and eliminate him?
"Princess Royal, please wait here for a moment. This old man will be right back."
Wei Lao stared at Gu Qingfeng, who was enjoying a massage from three maiden attendants in the VIP lounge on the opposite second floor, stroking his beard as he said gravely, "If we want to know whether he is that Young Lord Chiyan from the Great Northwest, it's not difficult."
"How so?"
"This old man has a friend who happened to see Young Lord Chiyan back in the Great Northwest. If this person really is Young Lord Chiyan, he will definitely recognize him."