"Then why don't you ask Elder Tongdie to help you cancel the duel?" James Parker anxiously looked at Brian Carter, his thick, sword-like eyebrows twitching as he spoke, "Old Carter! I'm telling you, stop caring about your damn pride! How much is your pride worth? That's the only third-grade spiritual land on your Sibao Peak! Even our Qixing Peak doesn't have such a high-level spiritual land!"

Brian Carter thought to himself, your Qixing Peak is ranked ninety-ninth, not much higher than my Sibao Peak, so it's normal you don't have one.

"I actually don't care about pride." Brian Carter said mysteriously, "Do you know the odds the gambling house is offering for this duel?"

"Of course I know! Otherwise, why would I have come straight here after my training outside, without even returning to the sect first!" James Parker sighed, "The gap in cultivation between you two is too big! If you really lose the land in the duel, even if you sell all your disciples, you still won't be able to buy back that spiritual field."

"Sell disciples?" Brian Carter suddenly felt a flash of inspiration explode in his mind, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly grabbed James Parker's hands, exclaiming, "That's right! Sell disciples! Why didn't I think of raising money by selling disciples! You're even better at finding ways to make money than Ma the tycoon!"

"Sell disciples? Raise money? Who's Ma the tycoon?" James asked in a trembling voice, "Old Carter, what are you planning?"

The three disciples all stared at Brian Carter in shock, except for Emily Morris, whose eyes showed a wary look. Her master had been acting strangely, fishing every day, and she had long suspected he was suffering from qi deviation.

But Sibao Peak was just too poor—if they went to the Immortal Healer's Hall, the consultation and medicine fees could bankrupt them on the spot!

Besides, since fishing didn't involve violence or anything worse, Emily Morris thought her master would gradually recover through fishing. She never expected he'd actually come up with the idea of selling his disciples! Looks like, even if she had to tie him up, she would have to drag her master to the Immortal Healer's Hall.

"How could I sell my disciples? They're all so adorable." Brian Carter pressed down on James Parker's shoulders, signaling him not to get so worked up and stand up, and said, "I was just making an analogy..."

The disciples all breathed a sigh of relief, and Emily Morris also put away her rebellious thought of tying up her master and sending him to the Immortal Healer's Hall.

"My plan is to pawn them at the pawnshop for a while." Brian Carter continued as everyone stared at him wide-eyed, "Pawn them for some spirit stones, then go to the gambling house and bet on myself to win. After the duel, I'll redeem them."

The Sibao Peak master's residence fell into a deathly silence.

Clang!

The sound of a sword being drawn shattered the silence. Emily Morris was surrounded by surging spiritual energy, four Dao platforms rising behind her, her sword gleaming coldly as she strode straight toward Brian Carter.

"Second Senior Sister, don't be impulsive!" Andrew Morris reacted the fastest, immediately blocking Emily Morris's path, hugging her slender waist tightly, afraid she'd do something rash.

Senior Sister Ashley Grant also got up and grabbed Emily Morris's arm, persuading, "You Rong, are you crazy? That's Master! How can you draw your sword?"

Brian Carter hadn't expected his usually cold and quiet second disciple to react so violently. He jumped back more than ten feet, raising his hand to point at Emily Morris: "Xiao Rong, calm down! Calm down!"

James Parker's tower-like figure stepped between them, also reaching out to grab the sword in Emily Morris's hand, saying, "Nephew, don't be impulsive..."

"Uncle, please step aside! Senior Sister, Junior Brother, you too!" Emily Morris stared at Brian Carter with a frosty face, struggling to break free from everyone's restraint, "Master, you haven't cultivated or prepared for battle these past two months! I endured it, thinking your qi deviation was bad for your health! You fished every day, and I thought you were restraining your inner demons! I endured that too! But after all this indulgence, you've actually come to this! No matter what, today I must send you to the Immortal Healer's Hall!"

For a moment, the Sibao Peak master's residence was in utter chaos, with chickens flying and dogs jumping. Only the third disciple, Matthew Cooper, sat quietly reading a book, neither helping his senior sister nor siding with his master, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

"Master, run! We can't hold Second Senior Sister much longer!" Andrew Morris was now clinging desperately to Emily Morris's leg.

Brian Carter hadn't expected his usually silent and icy second disciple to be such a headache when she lost her temper. Following the principle that a wise man doesn't suffer immediate losses, he dashed back to his room, gathered all the ingredients for the Little Dragon Tiger Pill he'd already prepared, and quickly ran out of the courtyard.

"Master, don't go!" Emily Morris shouted, sword in hand, "I'm doing this for your own good! Even if it bankrupts us, I'll get you into the Immortal Healer's Hall and get you cured."

Brian Carter ran out the gate, looked back at the chaotic courtyard, and couldn't help but say to James Parker, who had come to persuade him, "Old Parker! For the sake of our friendship, you'd better go back and persuade your master to pawn all of you too! Then go to the gambling house and bet on me to win—you could make a fortune..."

Hearing Brian Carter's words, James Parker began to wonder if he shouldn't have stopped Emily Morris and really should have sent Brian Carter to the Immortal Healer's Hall. The way old Carter was talking, he really did sound seriously ill!