"Qin Tong, are you really going to gamble with me?"
Hong Kulu looked at the old man who had appeared with doubt.
Was this fellow a fool, gambling when he knew he would lose?
The people around also cast confused glances, not understanding Qin Tong's intention.
Was he trying to curry favor with Hong Kulu in disguise?
But Qin Tong was, after all, from the Lingxu Sword Sect, a person from a first-rate power. Although his cultivation was not as good as Hong Kulu's, he shouldn't be so afraid, should he?
Sword cultivators would rather break than bend. Qin Tong's cowardice was shameful!
Hong Kulu thought the same, believing Qin Tong was trying to avert disaster by spending money, and he laughed heartily, "You know what's good for you. If I were to go on a killing spree, I would spare your life."
"You're overthinking it. I'm gambling with you because I'm certain I'll win."
Qin Tong said unhurriedly, looking directly at Hong Kulu without a trace of fear.
This was because he had heard about Ji Mo's deeds from Tang Xueyi.
A peerless master who could play the sound of the Great Dao would surely be able to do things that ordinary people couldn't. Perhaps growing a Bodhi seed was not impossible.
Qin Tong decided to take a gamble and put forth the sword he was holding.
This was an epic-grade weapon, his most precious possession, bestowed upon him by the sect for his great contributions last time.
"Not bad, an epic weapon. I accept it."
Hong Kulu produced a treasure mirror, also an epic-grade treasure. The two reached a gambling agreement.
Ji Mo had no idea that he had inadvertently triggered a bet.
After burying the Bodhi seed, he took some spiritual spring water to irrigate it, applying the same methods he used for planting vegetables.
However, nothing happened.
It was obvious that a seed completely devoid of vitality would not come back to life, no matter how much spiritual spring water it was irrigated with.
"Heh, you lost. Qin Tong, you're an idiot. Did you really think this person had the ability to bring the dead back to life?"
Hong Kulu revealed a smug smile and reached out to take the treasure sword from Qin Tong's embrace.
At this moment, Qin Tong's face was ashen. Had he truly mistaken Ji Mo?
"Don't rush, it's not over yet."
Du Jiuyou chimed in, unable to stand Hong Kulu's smugness.
"Must we wait until the end of time? A seed that has turned to carbon, even if planted for ten thousand years, will never sprout."
Hong Kulu was unwilling to wait any longer and directly reached out to grab the treasure sword in Qin Tong's embrace.
Dong!
With a loud bang, the entire ground vibrated.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, thinking that another disaster had occurred.
"This commotion, it's caused by that guy named Ji," someone shouted.
Thus, everyone's attention once again focused on Ji Mo.
They saw Ji Mo with his backside raised, holding a wooden stick and drawing some peculiar patterns on the ground.
As these patterns intertwined, they formed runes, which actually triggered the great earthquake.
"What is he doing?"
Hong Kulu's gaze flickered, clearly sensing the power of the earth veins surging beneath his feet.
"He's setting up a formation, connecting heaven and earth, communicating yin and yang. What a profound formation..."
There was a Grandmaster-level formation master among the crowd, his face filled with horror, because the formation diagram Ji Mo was etching surpassed his understanding.
Formation Grandmasters were already at the peak of formation attainments in the Xuanling Realm, and now even such an expert couldn't understand it. What kind of formation was Ji Mo setting up?
Connecting heaven and earth, communicating yin and yang, could it really reverse life and death?
Everyone gasped, staring intently at Ji Mo, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Ji Mo used the wooden stick as a brush and the earth as paper. His strokes were like dragons and snakes, and runes continuously emerged, forming a special formation diagram with twin yin and yang fish embracing each other.
The life force of the entire Tongtian Mountain Range surged over.
"To think that after immersing myself in formations for hundreds of years, I'm not even a fraction as good as this Senior Ji. He is my guiding light. I am willing to be your dog, only asking for a bit of guidance."
The formation Grandmaster was immediately convinced, wishing he could rush over and kowtow to become a disciple.
Boom!
A loud noise came from the sky.
The formation had not only connected with the earth but also with the firmament.
Brilliant rays of light erupted, and infinite spiritual energy gathered, forming vast swathes of light rain that fell.
Heaven and earth changed color!
Ji Mo was instantly submerged by the light rain, and everyone could no longer see what was happening inside.
Everyone was stunned like chickens.
"It seems I'm going to win."
The gloom on Qin Tong's face vanished. It seemed he was about to make a comeback in this gamble.
"Illusion, this must be an illusion. How could such a shameless person possess such great power?"
Hong Kulu refused to believe what he was seeing, as Ji Mo showed no demeanor of a master, and his words and actions were not those of a peerless mighty being.
Inside the formation.
The Ginseng King jumped up and down, shouting, "Share some with me, share some with me, please share some with me."
The essence of the earth and the boundless energy contained in the falling light rain were all channeled by Ji Mo and injected into the Bodhi seed beneath the soil.
This made the Ginseng King so envious. This energy substance possessed unimaginable vitality. If it could absorb some, it would definitely undergo an incredible transformation.
Ji Mo's head ached from the Ginseng King's clamor, so he could only spare a few wisps of energy for it.
Instantly, the Ginseng King emitted dazzling rays of light and began to grow its tenth leaf and flower.
It should be known that nine is the extreme number. Once broken, it signifies ultimate sublimation, and the creature will undergo an incredible transformation.
The Ginseng King had made a huge profit, obtaining an unimaginable opportunity.
Half a day later, the light rain stopped, and everything returned to peace.
Everyone saw Ji Mo and the Ginseng King again.
They saw that at Ji Mo's feet, a tender green sprout had quietly broken through the soil.
The Bodhi seed, resurrected, had sprouted!
"Mr. Ji truly possesses unfathomable divine and ghostly abilities. He actually succeeded."
Qin Tong's face was flushed red, excited like a child, and he immediately demanded the epic treasure mirror from Hong Kulu.
"Impossible. This tender sprout was clearly planted by himself just now when we weren't looking."
Hong Kulu immediately reneged on the deal. He couldn't afford to lose this bet.
Because once he admitted defeat, he would not only have to hand over the treasure mirror but also eat that large pile of excrement.
Therefore, he could not admit defeat even if it meant death.
"To think that a dignified Spirit Saint expert would renege on a deal. Have you no shame?"
Du Jiuyou spat, despising such scoundrels who refused to honor their bets.
The people around also cast looks of disdain.
But Hong Kulu said shamelessly, "Who can prove that this tender sprout grew from that Bodhi seed just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mo pulled up the tender sprout, and its roots were connected to that Bodhi seed.
Now, the evidence was conclusive, leaving Hong Kulu no room to deny it.
"It must have been swapped. It's definitely not the same seed from just now."
Hong Kulu left these words behind, his figure turning into an afterimage as he rushed towards the foot of the mountain.
"Shameless scoundrel, don't think you can get away with not honoring the deal."
Qin Tong roared and chased after him.
"Not bad. After planting it at home for a while, I'll have new tea to drink."
Ji Mo looked at the sapling in his hand with great satisfaction.
Just then, an anomaly occurred.
A bolt of purple lightning, carrying the might of heaven and earth, descended from the sky, striking the sapling.