Chapter 187: Probability Theory

Defeated Cheng Haonan and smoothly advanced to the next round.

"Kid, well done!"

Xu Yun Lao Dao generously brewed a pot of Spiritual Tea for Zhang Xingyu as encouragement.

However, Zhang Xingyu couldn't feel happy.

The task Cheng Haonan handed over when conceding was simply too difficult.

He sipped the Spiritual Tea, lost in thought.

In a flash, half a day passed.

Half a day later, it still wasn't Zhang Xingyu's turn to compete.

Strange, why has this round lasted so long.

While he was bewildered, a gong sounded from above the Cloud Platform.

"The top thirteen of this Immortal Sprout Conference have been decided: Purple Sky Dao Palace Zhou Muyu, Li River Sword Sect Qin Rushuang... Nan Hua Immortal Academy Zhang Xingyu."

I made the top thirteen?

I just sat still and got into the top thirteen?

Seeing Zhang Xingyu's bewildered expression, Xu Yun Lao Dao handed him a cup of Spiritual Tea.

"You stinky kid, stop spacing out. You were idle last round, so you automatically advanced to the top thirteen. Truly heaven's blessing—this is the academy's sixth time entering the top twenty."

Zhang Xingyu touched his nose.

Advancing like this is way too easy.

I wonder if I'll be idle again in the next match.

"Dean, I've made the top thirteen. If I'm idle again next round, I'll reach the top ten. Make sure your Spiritual Tea is ready," Zhang Xingyu said with a smile to Xu Yun Lao Dao.

"You stinky kid, how can one person's luck be that good? Two consecutive idle rounds—dream on!" Xu Yun Lao Dao glared at Zhang Xingyu.

"Senior Brother Fang, the Dean said I might be idle two rounds in a row. What do you think, is that possible?" Zhang Xingyu turned his head toward Fang Shiwen.

Fang Shiwen looked up at Zhang Xingyu, gently shook his head and said, "It exists, but it's impossible."

Zhang Xingyu glanced at the two of them and sneered, "Talking to you two is so dull! Can't you at least pretend to agree and loudly encourage me? To be honest, according to calculations, the probability of two consecutive idle rounds is 0.5 to the 38th power, which is one in 274,877,906,944. Though the chance is tiny, it does exist."

"What is probability? What is exponent?" Xu Yun Lao Dao asked.

"Forget it, it's a complicated math problem, hard to explain in a sentence or two. Just pretend I never said it," Zhang Xingyu said, pursing his lips.

At that moment, another gong sounded from above the Cloud Platform.

"Immortal Sprout Conference top‑ten advancement match: Purple Sky Dao Palace Zhou Muyu versus Tong Tian Immortal Sect Lan Cangyun, Li River Sword Sect Qin Rushuang versus Moon Hidden Pear Blossom Palace Yue Ban Yun... Nan Hua Immortal Academy Zhang Xingyu is idle this round."

Xu Yun Lao Dao wore a dumbfounded expression, Fang Shiwen's eyes glazed, and the other juniors were all petrified.

After a while, Xu Yun Lao Dao came to his senses and asked weakly, "Zhang Xingyu, are you really idle again?"

Zhang Xingyu nodded, "My luck's good, I'm idle again."

Below the Cloud Platform, the crowd.

People were shouting their opinions.

"How is that possible? How can one person be idle twice in a row?"

"Could the judges be cheating for him?"

"If not cheating, then the goddess of luck must be his mother!"

Zhang Xingyu felt a bit angry.

Damn it.

These people are so shameless.

So what if my luck's good?

Is it easy for me to get that one in 274,877,906,944?

The competition continued, and Zhang Xingyu kept sipping tea while sitting idly.

Two hours later, the thirteen‑to‑seven match ended.

The Cloud Platform host, Dan Tai Immortal Palace headmaster Liu Yueqiao, loudly announced: the seven finalists are Purple Sky Dao Palace Zhou Muyu, Li River Sword Sect Qin Rushuang, Wu Hua Immortal Sect Liu Jiuxing, Tong Tian Immortal Sect Shui Yunyan, Long Yun Clan Long Shaofeng, Moon Hidden Pear Blossom Palace Yue Nanyuan, and Nan Hua Immortal Academy Zhang Xingyu.

To ensure fairness, the quarter‑final draw for the seven‑to‑four match will be conducted live on the Cloud Platform.

Amid Xu Yun Lao Dao's quiet prayers and the others' strange gazes, Zhang Xingyu rode his sword up onto the Cloud Platform.

The draw began.

The drawing order was Zhou Muyu, Qin Rushuang, Liu Jiuxing, Shui Yunyan, Long Shaofeng, Yue Nanyuan, Zhang Xingyu.

When it was Zhang Xingyu's turn, only one jade lot remained in the tube.

Zhang Xingyu turned the jade lot over and saw a golden character "Kong" (Empty) on it.

Zhang Xingyu was stunned.

Zhou Muyu, Qin Rushuang, and the other six draw participants were also stunned.

Liu Yueqiao, the host and headmaster, turned to stone on the spot.

This is freaking weird.

Three consecutive idle rounds.

Without a single sword stroke, directly advancing from twenty‑five to the top four.

Could it be that this kid's mother is truly the goddess of luck?

Silence fell below the Cloud Platform.

Everyone, watching the live feed from the Cloud Platform, saw the bizarre scene clearly.

There's no justice!

Is this person truly the lucky one favored by heaven?

After a moment, Liu Yueqiao finally came to their senses.

She loudly announced: "In the Immortal Sprout Grand Assembly's top-seven-to-top-four stage, Zhou Muyun faces Long Shaofeng, Qin Rufeng faces Yue Nanyuan, Liu JiuXing faces Shui Yunyan, and Zhang Xingyu gets a bye."

Onstage, Zhou Muyun and Long Shaofeng clashed with a clang.

Offstage, Zhang Xingyu crossed his legs and sipped the Spiritual Tea sip by sip.

As one of the top four of this Immortal Sprout Grand Assembly, Zhang Xingyu leisurely sipped his Spiritual Tea, watching the match.

This feeling was truly strange.

He felt like a spectator, completing the task effortlessly while idly glancing around.

By his side, Xu Yun Lao Dao had already produced the remaining Spiritual Tea.

Xu Yun Lao Dao felt both pain and joy.

Xu Yun Lao Dao felt both shame and pride.

Onstage, the fierce battle lasted half an hour, and the top four of this Immortal Sprout Grand Assembly were finally decided.

Zhou Muyun, Qin Rufeng, Shui Yunyan, Zhang Xingyu.

The semifinal draw results: Zhou Muyun vs. Zhang Xingyu, Qin Rufeng vs. Shui Yunyan.

Offstage, everyone began to discuss.

"The lucky one's luck has run out; without a bye, how can he still advance?"

"A trash from the Mortal Realm Cultivation Academy actually made it to the top four without fighting a single match—what a joke for the Immortal Forest Grand Assembly!"

"I don't know how many moves he can last this round. I bet a hundred spirit stones that he'll lose in one move."

Besides the chatter, some enterprising folks even opened a betting pool.

Zhang Xingyu lasting three moves without defeat, odds 1 to 1.

Zhang Xingyu lasting four moves without defeat, odds 1 to 2.

Zhang Xingyu lasting five moves without defeat, odds 1 to 3.

Zhang Xingyu wins, odds 1 to 100.

Zhang Xingyu furrowed his brows, a surge of anger rising in his chest.

Damn it, you look down on us like this!

Since you dare to open a betting pool like this, we'll make you lose everything you own.

Zhang Xingyu clasped his hands toward Zhou Muyun: "Senior Brother Zhou, please wait a minute; I need to go take care of something first."

Saying that, Zhang Xingyu flew down from the Cloud Platform on his sword.

He pulled Xu Yun Lao Dao over to the betting stall and threw a storage bag at the banker.

"One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones—I'm betting on my own victory!"