Chapter 238: You Asked for It

"Points challenge? How many points do you have?" Ye Yuan's eyes lit up.

Seeing Ye Yuan looking like he was rushing to his death, the crowd couldn't help but sigh.

Zeng Cheng's strength was only a step away from the Heaven Character Camp; dealing with Ye Yuan, who was at the fourth layer of Spirit Liquid, would be a piece of cake, right?

But Ye Yuan seemed completely unaware, instead getting excited at the mention of points, as if Zeng Cheng's points were already his for the taking.

Zeng Cheng was taken aback at first, then sneered, "Even if you snatched Zeng Yu's points, you'd only have about a thousand total, right? And you ask how many points I have? I'll bet all your points!"

A points challenge was a type of challenge allowed by the sect, where both parties agreed on a certain number of points, and the winner took the opponent's points.

This kind of challenge had no point limit; as long as no one died, anything went.

Zeng Cheng knew that Ye Yuan had just joined the sect, and even if he had taken points from Zeng Yu and the others, it would only be around a thousand. He only needed to put up a fraction of that.

He had just completed a sixth-level mission, earning twenty thousand points, and now had nearly thirty thousand points on hand!

Even in the Earth Character Camp, this was a considerable amount.

But Zeng Cheng didn't know that his points were just a fraction of Ye Yuan's. Ye Yuan currently had one million one hundred and thirty thousand points, and Zeng Cheng's thirty thousand was exactly a fraction of that.

The matter of Yao Qian compensating Ye Yuan with one million two hundred thousand points was only circulated among the sect's higher-ups; these disciples couldn't possibly know.

Regardless, the elder's prestige had to be maintained. Others might privately mock Yao Qian, but they certainly wouldn't blabber about it to the disciples.

Seeing Zeng Cheng's arrogant demeanor, Ye Yuan couldn't help but laugh, "Bet all my points? You can't afford it. First, tell me how many points you have. Hmm, if it's eighty or a hundred thousand, I'll bet with you. If it's too little, don't bother me."

Zeng Cheng, hearing Ye Yuan's 'big' talk, laughed in anger, "What a joke! Even if you bet your whole self, it wouldn't be worth a hundred thousand points, yet you dare to be so arrogant!"

Ye Yuan glanced at Zeng Cheng indifferently and sighed, "So you don't have a hundred thousand points? I was hoping to earn some points, but since you don't, there's nothing to discuss. Go play somewhere else. I need to find Grand Elder Tianfeng to complete my mission."

"...You really think you're something, picking a ninth-level mission to show off. When Grand Elder Tianfeng deals with you, we'll see how you show off then!"

"What's it to you? If you don't have a hundred thousand points, get out of my way. A good dog doesn't block the path."

"Hahaha... Did you hear that? A newcomer, just joined, and he's already talking about a hundred thousand points! I'd like to ask, how many points do you have in total? Whatever you have, I'll bet that many!" Zeng Cheng laughed loudly.

Clearly, Ye Yuan's words sounded like a joke to others.

Even elite disciples only had about a hundred thousand points in their tokens. A newcomer who had just joined a few days ago talking about a hundred thousand points was indeed ridiculous.

Zeng Cheng's laugh drew many others to join in, clearly thinking Ye Yuan was a clueless fool.

"Heh, this kid hasn't been in the sect for a few days; he probably doesn't even know what points are, right?"

"Yeah, I bet he has no concept of points. Talking about a hundred thousand points like they're cabbages?"

"Points aren't cabbages. I reckon he's confusing points with gold and silver in the mortal world, throwing around tens of thousands like it's nothing. Probably from a rich family."

"Heh, being so arrogant in front of Senior Brother Zeng is going to cost him dearly. Senior Brother Zeng just completed a sixth-level mission; his strength is probably close to the Heaven Character Camp. This kid is in for it."

Qiu Peng, standing nearby, also laughed, "Zeng Cheng, I'm really starting to admire your brother now. How did he lose to a kid like this? Was he on laxatives when he fought him?"

Zeng Cheng shot Qiu Peng a fierce glare, but he could do nothing about him. The two often bickered, and even if Zeng Cheng could get the upper hand, it was only by a slim margin.

Ye Yuan, however, looked at Zeng Cheng with a strange expression and asked, "Do you really want to know how many points I have?"

"No shit! Don't tell me you actually have a hundred thousand points? I'll keep my word; I'll bet whatever you have!" Zeng Cheng said solemnly.

"Fine, have a look yourself." Ye Yuan tossed his identity token over with a helpless look.

Zeng Cheng caught the token and sneered, "You think the sect is your family's business, with as many points as you want..."

Zeng Cheng's words cut off abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

He swallowed hard, checked again with his divine sense, his eyes wide as saucers, staring at Ye Yuan in disbelief.

"You asked for it. I told you to go play, but you insisted on betting points with me. I really don't care about your paltry points. If you could scrape together a hundred thousand, I might give you a chance to bet."

Ye Yuan spoke as he took back his token from the stunned Zeng Cheng and walked away.

After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Oh, and the sect competition is in about ten days. If you're lucky enough to run into me, I don't mind granting you a defeat—free of charge."

With that, he walked off without looking back.

Everyone was baffled, wondering what could have made Senior Brother Zeng Cheng so lost his composure.

Qiu Peng was naturally curious too; he came over and nudged Zeng Cheng, "Hey, what's wrong? Don't tell me he really has a hundred thousand points?"

Nudged by Qiu Peng, Zeng Cheng snapped back to reality and said blankly, "Huh? What did you say?"

Qiu Peng was speechless, "You're about to enter the Heaven Character Camp, and you're this pathetic? What did you see in his token that scared you so much? Don't tell me he really has a hundred thousand points? How is that possible?"

Zeng Cheng swallowed again, his mouth dry.

Ye Yuan's points had truly frightened him.

One million one hundred and thirty thousand points!

Only those disciples aiming for the Ocean Transformation realm or quasi-Dan King realm would spend years doing missions to exchange for the 'Green Firmament Purple Sun Sword Art' and 'Purple Central Soul Art' and accumulate that many points.

No one else, not even elders, could have that many points.

Yet Ye Yuan had only been in the sect for a few days. Where did his points come from?

No wonder he dared to be so arrogant; he really had the capital to be arrogant!

His own thirty thousand points were just a fraction of Ye Yuan's; no wonder he looked down on them.

Zeng Cheng suddenly remembered the ninth-level mission Ye Yuan had taken. Could he really need the points? Could Ye Yuan actually complete a ninth-level mission?

At that thought, Zeng Cheng couldn't help but shiver.

He waved his hand and said, "Nothing, nothing. I'm leaving."

With that, he left the bewildered crowd behind and walked off without looking back.