[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic":3,"chapter-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-447":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1884340,2503,"Chapter 447: Bet Everything on Me (Part One)","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-447",447,"\u003Cp>Support me and be 30 chapters ahead of webnovel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FDraco_\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that's how it is. Got it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George raised an eyebrow, instantly understanding Feng Xingtong's good intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But honestly, he didn't care about any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd chosen to remain cautious in this unfamiliar world, deliberately hiding his strength and making sure his avatar didn't seem out of place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean he was afraid of exposing his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worst-case scenario? He reveals his true strength, attracts the attention of someone even stronger, and this avatar gets destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for him, that would just mean the loss of one avatar—he had plenty more, and many more to come in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So hiding his power was simply a precaution—not a necessity. If someone tried to provoke him, he wouldn't hesitate to reveal a bit more strength and handle it directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something irritated him, he'd deal with it head-on. No need to suppress himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least so far, he hadn't encountered anything that truly threatened him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But if you're willing to join our Tianxia Society,\" Feng Xingtong offered with a glint in his eye, \"then you wouldn't have to worry at all. Fight as you like. Even if you beat someone from the Wang family, they wouldn't dare touch you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already learned that Jin Baobao had taken down three opponents in one move during his match. A rogue cultivator with that level of power at his age was definitely worth investing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I haven't thought about that yet. But if I ever do consider it, Tianxia Society will be my first choice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George didn't shut the door completely. After all, he was quite interested in their Spirit Summoning and Commanding technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Huang Ming returned with his own draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Huang, who's your opponent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiao Xiao.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Ming opened his slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He can blast people's souls out of their bodies. But you can release your Yang Spirit, so you've got nothing to worry about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Xiao's Hum-Ha Technique versus Huang Ming's Yang Spirit projection—neither had a clear advantage. The match would depend on improvisation and individual cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How do you know so much about him?\" Huang Ming asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George had been with him all afternoon, and they hadn't seen Xiao Xiao's match. So how did George know so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feng Xingtong told me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George replied casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong scratched his head. \"Did I? I don't remember that…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhang Chulan and Baobao are here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George quickly changed the topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhang Chulan, Baobao, who did you draw?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong immediately leaned over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a schadenfreude smile, he said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhang Chulan, you're screwed. You drew the Green Talisman God—Dan Shitong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Green Talisman God?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Chulan clearly had no idea who that was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xingtong explained:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His family has a secret ancestral talisman technique, specializing in sealing opponents' meridians. Unlike normal talismans that require lots of prep work, theirs works instantly. Hard to guard against.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ye Xing, Ji Yun—the day's getting late. Please help everyone settle into their rooms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Lingyu, standing at the front in his Daoist robe, gave instructions to two middle-aged Daoists beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Junior Uncle!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Daoists saluted him and then addressed the contestants:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, please come with us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George and Huang Ming followed the crowd toward the lodging area at the back of the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Jin, wanna place a bet? I've got odds running—I opened a betting pool. Might make a quick buck.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a few steps in, a chubby guy walked up, holding a tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George wasn't surprised. He took the tablet from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me take a look first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the matches, he'd sent out three thought projections to observe the other three arenas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To better understand the techniques and Daoist arts of different sects, he'd also found \"commentators\" like Feng Xingtong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was this chubby guy named Zang Long—an expert in gathering intel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two were Zhi Jinhua and Bai Shixue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When did he meet all these people? Was it during my match?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing George making new friends again, Huang Ming was once more puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the first time. Back when they'd just gathered here, several contestants—whom Huang Ming didn't know—had greeted George like an old friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But George had been with him the entire time… except during his own match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forty-to-one odds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George looked at the screen and saw his own name listed near the bottom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No surprise. The odds were for who would come in first overall. Even though he defeated three contestants in the first round, they were all weak rogue cultivators—nothing impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The top contenders, all with one-to-one odds, were Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing, Feng Shayan, Lu Linglong, and Jia Zhengliang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Bing was listed at ten-to-one. So was Feng Xingtong. Huang Ming was at twenty-to-one, Feng Baobao at thirty-to-one, and Zhang Chulan was at one hundred-to-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. I won't bet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His avatar wasn't short on cash. As a bona fide rich second-generation, his bank account had over ten million in accumulated pocket money—gifts from his father, mother, and occasionally his sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because he'd spent most of his time in the Flamel Academy studying magic, he hardly used it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Huang, maybe you should try placing a bet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George handed the tablet to Huang Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Ming took a look and then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forget it. I've only got a bit of allowance. If I lose, I'll have nothing left.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baiyun Temple wasn't as wealthy as Longhu Mountain. All his savings over the years amounted to less than 3,000 yuan. He wasn't willing to risk it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George leaned over and whispered, \"Old Huang, trust me—bet it all on me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Old Jin… Bet it all on you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Ming's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was very self-aware—he knew he couldn't take first place. And even if George had some hidden strength… was it really enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Relax. I've got a trump card. If I win, it's all yours. If I lose, I'll cover it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George gave a confident wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was going to win the Tongtian Talisman—so that meant taking first place for sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Ming was his first friend in this world. Handing him money directly wouldn't fly, but helping him win some through betting—now that was a nice way to return the favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you lose, I'll consider it your treat. But Old Jin, you better win. That's all I've got!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing George wasn't joking, Huang Ming hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and agreed. He pulled out his phone and transferred 3,000 yuan to Zang Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truth be told, it wasn't entirely a spur-of-the-moment decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since meeting George, they'd sparred more than once. Although the matches always ended in a draw, Huang Ming had sensed something odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>George always held back just enough. Even their senior brothers had said George's strength wasn't so simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And George wasn't the type to brag. So maybe… just maybe… he really did have a shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand yuan—if he won, that would turn into 120,000. Then he could buy whatever he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd been wanting a new phone for a while now. His senior brother just wouldn't buy him one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1201,"2026-06-10T06:47:12.819Z",1,"novelbin.me","22826cf2033205ecad97f17bf919660b482387e92c4c4ac86f72af3d4c988eab","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-448","marvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-chapter-446",918,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-s-master-of-heavenly-magic-cover.jpg"]