I am really not a medical immortal.

Chapter 1985: Chapter 1984: Taking the Crown

As Zhang Xiaohao’s words came to an end, the surrounding area fell silent, so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Whether on the red platform above or below it, everyone’s eyes were fixed on him, watching closely, awaiting the descent of the red fireworks.

Bam!!!

In the midst of everyone’s expectant gazes, the red fireworks descended, showering Zhang Xiaohao and heralding his completion of the one hundred consecutive victories, successfully claiming the top prize!

"Is that—it? Did he actually succeed? This seems too trivial, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah! Am I dreaming? Or have I not woken up yet? This scene in front of me feels unreal. Why don’t you hit me to test it?"

"I’d be happy to oblige!"

Smack!!!

A loud slap echoed, brutally striking the dreamer’s face, the fierce force instantly knocking him to the ground.

Then, the other party said very seriously.

"The sensation is real! Yes, you’re not dreaming! This is all indeed real," said the other party.

"..." The slapped person was extremely speechless inside, really wanting to say, "Damn! I told you to hit me to test it; who the hell told you to use such force? Are you trying to slap me to death?"

Despite the frustration, everyone’s gaze remained fixed on Zhang Xiaohao.

Only to see Zhang Xiaohao looking playfully at the middle-aged man opposite him, smiling as he spoke.

"You can bring the person up."

"Ah! Okay! Okay! Okay! I’ll bring the person up immediately." The middle-aged man was stunned, snapping back to reality and hurriedly saying.

They hadn’t even finished collecting their wealth; the festival game had just begun, yet someone had already completed a hundred kills, effortlessly taking away the oiran he had painstakingly prepared! At this moment, he felt like crying inside, not only failing to make a big profit but also losing his wife and soldiers, making a huge loss, but he really didn’t dare to be dishonest, nor did he dare to deny it.

"Please welcome the oiran!!!" the middle-aged man said with a hint of a sob.

With his words, eight maids escorted a young woman in a red wedding gown, covered with a red veil, onto the stage.

"Friend, the oiran has been brought up, the Tianling Yuan body is yours!" the middle-aged man said rather straightforwardly.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded nonchalantly.

As he approached the oiran, even before reaching her, a strong maiden fragrance had already wafted into his nose. Identifying people by scent, it seemed this woman was also a beauty with both talent and appearance, but more importantly, she was genuine.

"Set off fireworks to celebrate the oiran’s birth!!!" the middle-aged man commanded.

"Yes, my lord!!!" With his words, the surrounding servants naturally didn’t dare slack off, promptly setting off the prepared fireworks into the sky, where they bloomed into the most splendid colors, becoming strikingly eye-catching in Tianqing Giant City.

Those knowledgeable easily recognized it as the birth of the lantern festival oiran somewhere! At the same time, it further excited everyone around, as the birth of the first oiran pushed this year’s Shangyuan Lantern Festival to the peak again.

Moreover, more and more people rushed over here, quickly surrounding the red platform, forming a crowd of hills and seas, both to witness the oiran’s true visage and for the upcoming popular event.

According to the usual rules, once the festival oiran appeared, the following scene would see the festival offering discounts, all half-priced, as the entry fee would be reduced from one premium Spirit Stone to half a premium Spirit Stone, which is fifty high-grade Spirit Stones.

"Friend, please lift the red veil!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao smiled and nodded.

Receiving the golden mallet handed over by a maid, he lifted the red veil off the oiran’s head.

Instantly, a stunning face was revealed, coldly glamorous, noble, exuding a scholarly aura, and most importantly, she possessed the Tianling Yuan body, which could help someone elevate their cultivation realm.

"Commoner Shanshan, greets my lord!" Shanshan respectfully bowed.

"Very good! Very nice! Truly deserving of this season’s oiran!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

He patted the storage bag at his waist with one hand, took out a storage bag, and threw it to the middle-aged man opposite.

"Inside there are ten billion low-grade Spirit Stones, a reward from me to you! Very nice; I’m quite satisfied with this oiran!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a laugh.

"Thank you for the reward, my lord!" The middle-aged man happily said upon hearing Zhang Xiaohao’s words.

Although ten billion low-grade Spirit Stones only converted to one thousand premium Spirit Stones, even a small mosquito is still meat!

"Alright, let’s go!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

After saying this, he led the oiran Shanshan down.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao approaching, everyone around instinctively made way, allowing Zhang Xiaohao and Shanshan to leave.

Once Zhang Xiaohao had gone, the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the oiran Shanshan has been taken away, but we still have ninety-eight youthful and beautiful girls here. As per the rules, the entry fees are all halved—only fifty high-grade Spirit Stones will let you attend the festival! Everyone just saw the situation; the questions here are very simple! With a bit of thought, you can take home a young flower-like girl! Don’t miss the great opportunity, what are you waiting for? Act quickly!" the middle-aged man said with a hearty laugh.

"Make way! Let me through! I also want to achieve a hundred kills!"

"Zhu Sanbo! Based on you? With your pig-slaughtering background, dreaming of a hundred kills? Dream on! Watch how I complete one kill!"

"Hahaha—! With such easy questions, I will surely win one tonight!"

With the middle-aged man’s words, the surrounding cultivators all showed excitement.

The facts were clear: those roasting lamb received one to take home, another half-step Divinity Transformation cultivator completed a hundred kills, taking away the oiran with the Tianling Yuan body—all showing the questions at this festival were indeed very simple.

Consequently, every cultivator rushed forward to hand over fifty high-grade Spirit Stones, charging up to the red arena, seeing this scene, the middle-aged man’s face that initially crumpled like a chrysanthemum finally restored a hint of a smile. As time progressed, the collection of Spirit Stones grew more and more, his face blossoming like a flower, with the terrible mood from losing the oiran to Zhang Xiaohao also improving.

However, these people, after all, were not Zhang Xiaohao, nor did they have Zhang Xiaohao’s assistance; naturally, as many went up, as many failed, ultimately leaving the middle-aged man not only not at a loss but instead raking in a hefty profit.