2005 A Net Profit Of One Million Contribution Points!

"The betting odds are 7-1, and you've placed a bet of 200,000 Contribution Points on yourself. In other words, You've won 1.4 million Contribution Points. You've profited 1.2 million Contribution Points, putting aside the initial number of Contribution Points you bet!" After the Palace Of Death's custodian, Nie Zui, took Duan Ling Tian's crystal card, he passed the crystal card to the Bronze Flame Elder who was in charge of presiding over the bets. Nie Zui looked at Duan Ling Tian as he said, "Today, you earned 1 million Contributions Points after paying the 400,000 Contribution Points you promised me! In the history of the Fire Worship Sect, you might be the first Saint Land disciple who earned 1 million Contribution Points in just a day!" Nie Zui sighed emotionally when he reached the end of his sentence.

"It's all thanks to you for lending me the Contribution Points, Elder Nie Zui. If that's not the case, I won't even be able to earn 10,000 Contribution Points, let alone 1 million Contribution Points. I must thank you, Elder Nie Zui." Duan Ling Tian smiled modestly.

"You don't have to thank me." Nie Zui shook his head. "If you didn't pawn the bow to me, I wouldn't have lent you the 200,000 Contribution Points. Honestly, I really didn't expect you'd be able to kill Yang Wen and emerge victorious today!" As Nie Zui spoke, he looked at Duan Ling Tian with a complicated gaze.

Although he could feel Duan Ling Tian's confidence when he looked for him to pawn his bow, he did not pay much attention to it. In hindsight, perhaps, Duan Ling Tian had already known he would win from the beginning.

Meanwhile, the three Bronze Flame Elders who had regained their senses first were not the only ones who had a grave expression on their faces. Most of the Saint Land disciples present on the scene had a grave expression on their faces as well.

Many of the Saint Land disciples were clenching their hands tightly with a tense expression on their faces. Their eyeballs seemed as though they were bulging out of their sockets.

"3,000 Contribution Points… My 3,000 Contribution Points is gone just like that?" A skinny Saint Land disciple slumped against his seat. His eyes were dull. It was as though he had lost all will to live.

"It's just 3,000 Contribution Points. What are you making a big deal for? I lost 9,000 Contribution Points! FU*K! F*CK IT!" A sturdy Saint Land disciple by the side roared.

At the same time, he shifted his gaze to the body lying on the Death Arena before he snorted disdainfully. "So much for being a true disciple… So much for being a Saint Celestial Stage powerhouse! To think you're killed by an ordinary elite disciple! Trash! Trash!" The Saint Land disciple began to curse at Yang Wen's corpse. It was like a fuse that set off a fire as many Saint Land disciples began to curse as well.

"How embarrassing! A true disciple is killed by an ordinary elite disciple! I don't think there's such trash in the history of our Fire Worship Sect!"

"It's not just in our Fire Worship Sect. I don't think such trash even existed in the history of the other two great sects!"

"So much for being the son of the fifth elder of Northern Plethora Sect. He's really an embarrassment to his father!"

"These two siblings died in Duan Ling Tian's hands one after another, you really have no choice but to accept this outcome. If Yang Chong, the fifth elder of the Northern Plethora Sect, finds out his eldest son is useless as well, I think he'll throw up three liters of blood in anger!"

"Yang Wen, you're trash! Rubbish! You caused me to lose so many Contribution Points. You should've died sooner!"

Once they Saint Land disciples broke into an uproar, they were unstoppable like a raging flash flood.

All sorts of degrading words were said by the Saint Land disciples. It seemed like they did not care about the dignity of the dead as they scolded and cursed Yang Wen to vent the anger and displeasure in their hearts.

"Duan Ling Tian really won?" Some of the Saint Land disciples who had bet on Duan Ling Tian had a joyful expression on their faces when they regained their senses.

"If I had known that Duan Ling Tian was going to win, I should have bet more on him!"

"Enough! Don't be greedy! It's good enough that we didn't suffer any losses like the others. Can't you see how many people itch to shred Yang Wen into pieces? These people must have lost quite a lot of Contribution Points!"

As a few Saint Land disciples whispered among themselves, they went to look for the Palace Of Death's Bronze Flame Elder to get their winnings.

"Junior Brother Ling Tian, congratulations!" Sun De soared up into the air and landed near Duan Ling Tian to congratulate him.

"Senior Brother Sun De, go and collect your winnings." Duan Ling Tian smiled.

Sun De felt slightly awkward when he heard Duan Ling Tian's words. He had only bet on Duan Ling Tian because he wanted to return the favor. He even mentally prepared himself to lose the 100 Contribution Points he had bet on Duan Ling Tian. He did not expect Duan Ling Tian would be able to kill Yang Wen and emerge victorious. In other words, he had earned 600 Contribution Points without doing anything.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian, congratulations!" At the same time, Guan Xiu also came to congratulate Duan Ling Tian. At this moment, his face was glowing brightly as though this was an extremely joyous occasion.

"I didn't let you down." Faced with Guan Xiu, Duan Ling Tian smiled amicably. "Go collect your winnings… You've earned quite a lot!"

"It's all thanks to you, Senior Brother Ling Tian." Guan Xiu smiled.

He was happy not only because he had won over 20,000 Contribution Points, but also because those who doubted him before were looking at him enviously.

Earlier, many people doubted him when he bet 3,500 Contribution Points on Duan Ling Tian. Apart from that, many of them had even said hurtful words as well. Now that Duan Ling Tian had killed Yang Wen, many of those people had fallen silent. He felt extremely happy!

"Duan Ling Tian!" Meanwhile, the custodian of the Palace Of Death, Nie Zui, who was given Duan Ling Tian's crystal card by the Palace Of Death's Bronze Flame Elder returned the crystal card to Duan Ling Tian. "There's a million Contribution Points in the card. This is your winnings today."

"Thank you, Elder Nie Zui." Duan Ling Tian expressed his gratitude as he took his crystal card.

After Duan Ling Tian took his Crystal Card, he looked at his card and inserted his Sun Saint Energy into it, causing the card to show its balance. A million Contribution Points!

To him, a Saint Land disciple who had just entered the Fire Worship Sect's Saint Land, a million Contribution Points was undoubtedly a huge amount of wealth.

"A million Contribution Points! Duan Ling Tian actually won a million Contribution Points!"

When Duan Ling Tian took his crystal card, many Saint Land disciples shifted their attention to him. Their eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.

"A million Contribution Points… Those Contribution Points originally belonged to us!" Many Saint Land disciples felt as though their hearts were bleeding. Their Contribution Points currently belonged to someone else, causing them to feel displeased but helpless over this matter.

After all, it was not as though the other party had snatched their Contribution Points. He had won their Contributions Points in a fair manner.

They had their chances to bet on Duan Ling Tian as well. However, since they did not regard him highly, they missed the chance to earn a lot of Contribution Points.

"It's all Yang Wen's fault! It's all Yang Wen's fault!" Soon after, many Saint Land disciples turned to look at Yang Wen again as they began to scold him. In their opinion, it was all because of Yang Wen they had lost so many Contribution Points.

"Junior Brother Ling Tian!" After Duan Ling Tian changed into a new set of Saint Land disciples' uniforms and reverted to his human appearance, a voice rang in the air, causing him to raise his head to look at the source of the voice.

With just one glance, Duan Ling Tian saw Liu Mu making his way toward him. In just a blink of an eye, he had appeared before him.

"Senior Brother Liu Mu." Duan Ling Tian greeted Liu Mu with a smile. On top of that, he glanced at Liu Yun who was standing at the side and nodded at him amicably.

"Thank you." At this moment, Liu Yun was no longer as arrogant as he was earlier. Instead, he took the initiative to thank Duan Ling Tian. After all, because of Duan Ling Tian, he had won a lot of Contribution Points. The reason Liu Yun had changed his attitude was also due to Duan Ling Tian's strength.

When Liu Yun first arrived at the Palace Of Death, he did not regard Duan Ling Tian highly. He did not think Duan Ling Tian was a match for Yang Wen even though his cousin had asked him to bet on Duan Ling Tian.

However, Duan Ling Tian's strength, his last sword technique in particular that he could not even catch a trace of, had shocked him.

Naturally, he knew what it meant. If Duan Ling Tian wanted to kill him, a powerhouse at the Second Form of the Saint Celestial Stage, he would not be able to defend himself either! He was not confident he could defend against the sword technique Duan Ling Tian had used to kill Yang Wen. For this reason, Liu Yun's attitude toward Duan Ling Tian had undergone an earth-shattering change.

"I bet 100,000 Contribution Points and won 600,000 Contribution Points…" Liu Yun looked at Duan Ling Tian and said, "Give me your crystal card, and I'll transfer 300,000 Contribution Points to you as a gift of gratitude!"

As the saying went, 'You don't slap a person who smiles at you.'

Since Liu Yun was Liu Mu's cousin, Duan Ling Tian smiled politely. "Senior Brother Liu Yun, you don't have to give me the Contribution Points since you deserve it. If you really want to show your gratitude, you can thank Senior Brother Liu Mu. I believe if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have bet on me as well." Duan Ling Tian looked at Liu Mu when he finished speaking.

"Don't worry. I plan to give Brother Mu half of the remaining 300,000 Contribution Points. Whether or not I give you this gift gratitude, it won't change that," Liu Yun replied.

Upon hearing Liu Yun's words, Duan Ling Tian's impression of him rose. However, he still determinedly refused Liu Yun's offer. "Senior Brother Liu Yun, I've already earned a million Contribution Points. These 300,000 Contribution Points don't mean much to me. How about this? Why don't you keep the 300,000 Contribution Points and give the remaining to Senior Brother Li Mu?" Duan Ling Tian suggested.

Liu Mu followed Duan Ling Tian's suggestion when he saw how determined he was.