Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World

Holy Liquid was a legendary medicinal essence that circulated beyond the Four Domains.

No one knew its true origin, nor who had refined it, yet every single drop possessed astonishing effects and was priceless on the market.

For warriors with slow cultivation progress, a drop of Holy Liquid could greatly accelerate their training speed.

For wounded warriors, even those suffering grave injuries, Holy Liquid could significantly alleviate their condition and restore vitality.

For cultivators trapped at bottlenecks, a single drop might shatter barriers and open the path forward, allowing breakthroughs that would otherwise take years.

Beyond these, Holy Liquid carried many other mysterious effects. Because of its immense value, it rarely appeared among ordinary cultivators and was instead circulated only among high-ranking warriors, where it functioned as a form of elite currency.

At present, thirteen drops of Holy Liquid already constituted an enormous fortune.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to exchange for so many Earth-grade weapons, martial arts, and cultivation techniques.

Elder Lu's wager was clear. If the North District candidates achieved the highest overall score in this entrance examination, Gong Liansheng would not only return all of Elder Lu's items but also reward him with thirteen drops of Holy Liquid.

"Oh, I really don't understand," Yan Bohou sneered coldly. "Who would be willing to gamble thirteen drops of Holy Liquid on a district with no hope? Elder Lu, you truly must have lost your mind."

Before his mocking laughter could fade, another voice suddenly rang out.

"Who says no one dares?"

Wang Zongyao stood up calmly.

"I'll bet that the North District takes first place in this entrance examination as well."

As he spoke, Wang Zongyao flicked his wrist and tossed his wager toward the blank white paper.

A crimson circle bearing Wang Zongyao's name immediately appeared beside Elder Lu's. With a gentle wave of Gong Liansheng's hand, the symbols within the circle transformed into a bold number: five.

Five drops of Holy Liquid.

Wang Zongyao did not care about the amount. He merely smiled faintly and glanced at Yan Bohou, silently proving that Elder Lu was not the only one willing to support the North District.

Yan Bohou's expression darkened.

He was clearly displeased, yet he had no desire to provoke the Wang Clan directly. With a cold snort, he muttered, "Besides the two of you, who else would be foolish enough to bet on a guaranteed loss?"

Before his words fully landed, another voice cut in.

"Elder Yan, that's not quite right. Not only the two of them."

Examiner Tang Wuying from the North District stepped forward with a smile.

Behind him, the rest of the North District examiners followed suit.

"That's right," one examiner said. "We're betting on the North District too."

"I'm optimistic about this year's North District."

"If the North District can't win this time, then something truly would be unreasonable."

"Easy money is still money. If we don't bet on the North District, who else would we bet on?"

As they spoke, the examiners each took out their own possessions and tossed them into the North District section of the white paper.

One after another, crimson circles appeared.

Elder Lu's wager was worth thirteen drops of Holy Liquid.

Wang Zongyao's was worth five.

Each of the remaining North District examiners contributed roughly three drops' worth.

For inner-house disciples at the Upper Exalt level, producing even three drops' worth of Holy Liquid was no small sacrifice. This was not a casual gamble. It was conviction.

"You people…" Yan Bohou stared wide-eyed at the North District group, repeatedly slapped in the face and visibly irritated. After a moment, he snorted heavily. "Fine. Since you want to play, I'll play with you. I'll bet on the Eastern District."

With that, he cast his wager into the Eastern District section.

Eight drops of Holy Liquid.

Clearly, Yan Bohou had complete confidence in the Eastern District.

Immediately, murmurs spread across the platform.

"Have the North District examiners gone mad?"

"Of all places to bet, they chose the North District?"

"This year, the Eastern District has Yu Xunli, and the Western and Southern Districts also have young geniuses. Their chances are far higher than the North District."

"Besides Li Wei, what else does the North District have?"

"I don't think Li Wei alone can compare to the top geniuses from other regions."

"They're just putting on a show. They're doomed."

"I'm betting on the Eastern District."

"So am I. Eastern District all the way."

"I'm optimistic about the Western District. Their overall level is very stable this year."

"The Southern District candidates look serious and disciplined. That attitude usually leads to good results."

"In past years, North District examiners always avoided this kind of betting. This time they're acting out of character. They must have taken the wrong medicine."

"Haha, I just hope they don't cry when they lose everything."

Laughter echoed again.

One by one, the examiners and regional leaders from the other three districts placed their bets, firmly opposing the North District.

In their eyes, everyone from the North District—candidates, examiners, and leaders alike—had lost their minds.

North District taking first place?

It sounded like the biggest joke of the year.

"And what about the palace masters and elders from the various palaces?" Gong Liansheng asked with a smile.

He did not interfere with the competition, nor did he restrain the sharp exchanges. Every year, this was the norm. Rivalry bred growth, and pressure forged strength.

Yet this year, Gong Liansheng could not help feeling intrigued.

The North District, silent and suppressed for so many years, was suddenly displaying unshakable confidence.

What exactly had given them such faith?

Was it really just because of one candidate named Li Wei?

That youth, aside from sharp reactions and solid strength, did not seem particularly extraordinary at first glance.

Could someone like that truly support the weight of an entire district's confidence?

Gong Liansheng watched the light curtain thoughtfully, curiosity quietly taking root.

The doubts surrounding the North District were not limited to Gong Liansheng alone.

The people of the other three districts, as well as many palace masters and elders, were equally puzzled. They simply could not understand where the North District's confidence was coming from.

"This year, something unusual must be happening among the North District candidates. Otherwise, their examiners and the person in charge wouldn't be acting so boldly. Still, I lean toward the Eastern District. Their overall quality has always been solid."

"I agree. The North District has been declining for too many years. A sudden turnaround in just one year feels unrealistic. I wouldn't dare stake all the cultivation resources I've accumulated on something so uncertain."

"Even if the North District has one or two outstanding individuals, that doesn't mean much. This is about overall performance. A single genius can't carry an entire district. I'm betting on the Western District."

"I'm choosing the Southern District."

"The Western District feels more stable to me this year."

One voice followed another as the palace masters and elders carefully considered their choices and placed their bets.