Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World

Arriving near the gambling area, Yu Xuan walked up to the anxious looking disciple loitering in the corner. Without a word, he pulled a folded betting slip from his space ring and handed it over along with his medallion.

The nervous disciple flinched but caught both quickly. With a speed that betrayed far more experience than innocence, he completed the transaction and returned Yu Xuan's medallion — along with his own.

Yu Xuan calmly transferred Ten Thousand sect points to the other's account, then handed the medallion back.

"Pleasure doing business, senior brother," he said with a cheerful smile, then vanished into the crowd.

The disciple paled, clutching his medallion as if it might explode. Luckily, no one had paid much attention. Nothing unusual. Nothing illegal.

In the spectators' area, Yu Xuan found a seat and watched the matches with a relaxed air, laughing quietly to himself.

'Hahaha…'

He had done it. The forbidden. The brilliant.

He had placed a massive bet — on himself.

Using a proxy to dodge the regulations, he wagered his entire balance, confident in his own victory. In return, he had corrupted an innocent disciple with Ten Thousand sect points. But the reward?

Nearly Four Hundred Thousand sect points. Almost double what he'd earned legally through all his matches after deductions.

"Too easy," he mused, eyes glittering.

As an added bonus, now that he had advanced to a new rank, his daily match limit had reset. That meant more fights, more winnings.

He leaned back with a content smile.

The Foundation Establishment bracket had no idea what was about to hit them.

At the moment, a match was taking place between two female disciples. The crowd roared with excitement, but Yu Xuan barely noticed — his thoughts were elsewhere.

'I should just start fighting already,' he mused, idly watching the stage.

With three fights available to him now, the idea of swiftly climbing the bracket ladder sounded appealing. If he topped this tier, the matches would move to the grand colosseum, the real stage.

He mentally facepalmed. 'Wasn't I only supposed to stay in this town for a week?'

Four days had already flown by. True, he'd completed several missions and earned a small fortune in sect points, but his original goal had been simple: gain practical experience.

Well, he certainly got that.

His expression darkened as he glanced down at his robes, scorched in a few places, tattered at the edges, though still technically wearable. With a sigh, he made his way to the participant's restroom and changed into a fresh set of Yu Clan robes.

He had dozens of clan robes, thankfully.

He really didn't want to wear the ones given by his master. Along the way he also met Lan Hao, who had regained his consciousness and then added his as a friend, the guy was open minded not minding his loss and he even asked Yu Xuan to spar with him, which he politely declined.

Yu Xuan took a mental note: 'I really need to find unbreakable clothing or something which is more durable.'

It was becoming a real problem. Every serious fight left his robes singed, slashed, or soaked. The novels he'd read back on Earth never mentioned this kind of issue.

A fireball would be hurled at some weak protagonist, and sure, the protagonist miraculously survived… but their clothes?

Untouched. Immaculate.

It raised so many questions — ranging from the madness of the author to the blatant betrayal of physics and common sense.

Seriously. The same fireball would burn down an entire house in seconds… but a character's cheap robe? Not even a wrinkle.

"Logic ain't logicing," Yu Xuan muttered under his breath as he adjusted his collar and walked back out.

He wasn't in the mood to rest, not yet. Today, he just wanted to fight.

With that thought in mind, he made his way to the area adjacent to the one he'd just left — the Foundation Establishment arena.

The platform here was noticeably larger, wider, and reinforced with glowing runes around the edges. Clearly, this stage was built to withstand the more destructive techniques of higher ranked disciples. There was even more crowd in this section.

But rather than diving in immediately, Yu Xuan decided to observe a few matches first to get a feel for the competition.

He found a quiet spot in the viewing section and sat down, arms folded.

On stage, two disciples were engaged in a fierce exchange.

One wielded a whip infused with crackling lightning, while the other fought with a sword that emitted a faint golden glow.

Their movements were fast, sharper and more refined than the Qi Condensation fights, but Yu Xuan's eyes calmly followed every strike and counter.

The whip user lashed out, arcs of lightning streaking across the arena, searing into the floor and leaving scorch marks behind.

The sword wielder deflected the blows with precise footwork, his blade dancing in circular patterns as he channeled a defensive sword art.

Yu Xuan squinted slightly.

"He's burning too much Qi to maintain that defensive sword art…" he murmured.

Just as expected, the sword cultivator faltered for a brief moment, and in that instant, the whip coiled around his leg and yanked him forward.

A follow up surge of lightning struck his chest, and with a groan, he fell to the ground.

"Winner Zhou Lian!" the referee declared.

The crowd offered scattered applause, clearly impressed with the whip wielder's control and aggression.

Yu Xuan, however, tilted his head thoughtfully. "Hmm… his footwork was not that great. Nice timing, though."

He had a strange expression, it seemed the surname "Zhou" was popping everywhere, but it was fine as he had a good memory about it.

He stood up, walking toward the registration counter. His gaze settled on the list of open challengers in the Foundation bracket.

A slow grin spread across his face.

"Let's see what the so called elites of this level are made of."

And with that, he selected an opponent in mid rankings.

Let the real fun begin.