As the disciples began to murmur in areciating the intetle they had just witnessed, a sudden realization dawned on them—a grim o that. The betting booth.

  In an instant, the atmosphere shifted from admiration to frustration.

  Those who had eagerly wagered their Sect Points oher Ming Yuen or Yang Lie winning now found themselves staring at the bitter reality: the fight had ended in a draw, meaning no one would cim the prize.

  "Are you kidding me? A draw?!" one disciple groaned, clutg his head in disbelief.

  "I put everything I had on Yang Lie!" another shouted, pag angrily, his fists ched. "All my Sect Points—gone!"

  "I bet everything on Ming Yuen, thinking he had the upper hand," third disciple groaned.

  "But that bastard—despite using a forbiddeill couldn't win! Ugh, I've lost all my points!" He ched his fists in ahe bitter taste of defeat settling in as he realized just how much he had gambled and lost on the fight's oute.

  "It's not fair! Who would've thought both would colpse like that?" a fourth disciple muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

  All around, disciples voiced their disappoi, their earlier excitement dissolving into frustration as they realized their losses.

  Some cursed their luck, while others slumped i, staring bnkly at the ground as the weight of losing all their Sect Points hit them hard. The thrill of the fight was now overshadowed by the sting of wasted wagers....In the er, a young man sat quietly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he ted his Sect Points, oblivious to the frustration brewing around him.

  "Twenty thousand to Xu Yang... Fifty thousand, fifty-five thousand, sixty thousand..." he whispered to himself, a wide grin spreading across his face as the numbers added up.

  "Yes! Sixty thousand five hundred ay-five points! And with my owhousand points from previous betting, that makes... seventy thousand five hundred ay-five points in total!"

  Reon's heart raced with satisfa, his grin widening. "Go To Hell Ming Yuen and Yang Lie," he muttered to himself.

  "Now I've got enough Sect Points to buy a Rare Grade on! I thought I'd have to settle for an Unon Grade, but now..." He chuckled under his breath, sav his ued windfall.

  The sting of defeat that lingered in the air around him seemed a distant world away, as Reon savored every moment of his windfall, now fully immersed in the victory that was his alone.

  Yes, this young man was her than Reon, basking in the glory of his winnings, lost in the world of Sect Points while others meheir losses.

  Suddenly, a familiar chime echoed in Reon's mind—the sound of a System notification. His grin widened even further, as excitement bubbled up inside him.

  The thrill of earni Points had already filled him with excitement, but now, with the System alerting him to a new reward from his test mission, his joy soared to airely new level.

  [Ding! The Host has successfully pleted the selected option. Host has received the Bdesong of the Silver Moon Teique (Rare-Grade).]

  [Ding! The reward has been stored in the System Iory. Check your Iory for further details.]

  "Could this day get aer?" he thought, barely taining his glee.

  Not only had Reon effortlessly earned over sixty thousa Points just by setting up a betting booth while the disciples did all the work—creating the perfect atmosphere for the fight and cheering both sides into a—but now he had enough points to buy a Rare-Grade on.

  And as if that wasn't enough, the System had rewarded him with a Rare-Grade Teique as well. His fortune couldn't have beeer.

  He couldn't help but wonder if he'd already burhrough all his good fortune for the month.

  "Did I just hit the jackpot too soon?" Reon thought, half-jokingly gng around.

  "What if the universe is pnning to throw something dangerous my way to ba out?" The thought made him chuckle nervously, as if waiting for some ic payback.

  Shaking off his worries for now, Reon made his way bato the onry Hall with Xu Yang by his side.

  As he stepped inside, he eagerly began using his Identify skill to examine each on's abilities and prices, his eyes sing every detail.

  With each on he ied, a wave of realization washed over him. This onry Hall was mog him for being poor in a thousand different ways.

  He felt utterly foolish for ever thinking he could snag an Unon Grade on for just ten thousand points.

  Even a Low-Tier Unon Grade on started at fifteen thousa Points, while a Peak-Tier Unon Grade on soared to fifty thousand or more, funting multiple abilities.

  Meanwhile, quality Rare Grade ons soared above a huhousa Points. The prices danced before Reon's eyes like a cruel joke, prompting an internal groan of despair.

  After sc the entire onry Hall, Reon finally stumbled upon a Low-Tier Rare Grade on that fit his budget and offered a tempting deal.

  Excitement surged through him as he realized he could finally make a worthy purchase.