Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 372: Football Jersey.

In the blink of an eye, two days slipped by, and it was finally the day of the match between the Chen Clan Team and the Black Spider Team.

Both sides had gone to extraordinary lengths to promote the game. The Black Spider Team, eager to redeem themselves after their previous defeat, spared no expense in spreading news of the upcoming match.

Meanwhile, the Chen Clan utilized their extensive influence to ensure the entire city knew about it.

Under such heavy promotion from both teams, anticipation rose steadily throughout Mingze City.

Supporters of the Black Spider Team could be seen on the streets, passionately persuading passersby to support them.

"We already have match experience!"

"We know what it feels like to play under pressure!"

"Trust us, we won’t lose again!"

As a team that had already played an official match, many people believed them.

After all, how could a newly formed clan team, no matter how powerful in cultivation, compete against a gang that had already stepped onto the pitch and tasted the intensity of the game?

Gradually, more and more citizens joined the ranks of Black Spider supporters.

The Chen Clan, however, was not idle.

Their disciples, servants, and affiliated businesses subtly promoted their own team.

Whispers spread that the Chen Clan had refined new tactics, strengthened coordination, and recruited exceptional talents.

Some even claimed that secret training methods were being used to guarantee victory.

One day before the match, a new wave of excitement swept through the city.

Several new stores opened in both the lower and middle districts.

Each store sold only one item.

Football jerseys.

The moment the first store lifted its doors, word spread like wildfire.

Within hours, crowds flooded the streets. Those who had already fallen in love with the game rushed to purchase jerseys to show their support.

The clothing design immediately caught everyone’s attention.

It was entirely different from the traditional hanfu most people were accustomed to wearing.

Instead of long flowing sleeves and layered robes, the jerseys were simple, fitted, and easy to move in.

The fabric was light and comfortable.

Most importantly, each jersey bore a name and number on the back.

That small detail created an overwhelming sense of belonging.

When a fan wore a jersey with their favorite player’s name printed boldly across it, they felt connected to the field as if they, too, were part of the team.

The influence of football expanded yet again.

By the time match day arrived, the old arena was overflowing with people. From dawn, crowds had begun gathering outside the gates, their eyes burning with anticipation.

Many had never witnessed a live football match before.

They paced back and forth nervously, discussing predictions and replaying moments from the previous game in their minds.

Apart from ordinary citizens, influential cultivators began arriving in elegant carriages drawn by spirit beasts.

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

"Look! The Kun Clan has arrived!"

"I knew it! Football is on another level compared to ordinary games!"

"Over there, the Shi Clan!"

"And that carriage... isn’t that from the inner city?"

More noble clans arrived one after another, their presence causing waves of shock.

No one had imagined that a strange game, which had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, would attract so many powerful forces at once.

These were clans with cultivators beyond the Nascent Soul Realm. Some even had ancestors who had reached the Saint Realm.

They were typically aloof and condescending, rarely taking interest in matters outside cultivation. Any force without a Saint Realm powerhouse was beneath their notice.

And yet, here they were, gathered to watch what many still called a "mortal game."

Even if it seemed unbelievable, it was reality.

Football had accomplished something many thought impossible.

Soon, the ticket booths opened.

The crowd surged forward.

"What?! The entrance ticket costs fifty high-grade spirit stones?!" a young man exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes," the booth attendant replied with a professional smile, unaffected by the outrage.

The first match had cost only five high-grade spirit stones. Now, the price has increased tenfold.

Many ordinary citizens complained loudly about the sudden spike.

"This is robbery!"

"How can it increase so much in one match?"

Despite their complaints, most still paid.

Although fifty high-grade spirit stones was not a small amount, it was still affordable for many.

In a city where a simple Tier-1 Spirit Dish could cost five hundred high-grade spirit stones, what was fifty by comparison?

Those unable to afford the ticket were quickly pushed aside as others eagerly took their places. Seats were limited, and the line behind them continued to grow.

Ironically, the high price became a blessing in disguise for some. With fewer people able to afford entry, those with moderate wealth had a better chance of securing seats.

For those attempting to book VIP sections, the shock was even greater.

The lowest-tier VIP chamber cost ten peak-grade spirit stones, while the highest reached one thousand peak-grade spirit stones.

Even representatives from noble clans frowned at the steep prices. Nevertheless, to maintain their prestige, most of them purchased Tier-2 or Tier-3 VIP chambers without hesitation.

From these purchases alone, Mo Jian had already recovered the losses he had incurred when acquiring the two arenas.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the gates were finally closed. Thousands remained outside, staring longingly at the sealed entrance, unable to secure seats.

Darkness fell over the city.

Inside the old arena, however, the Moon Orb shone brilliantly above the stadium, illuminating every corner with silvery light.

The glow was steady and majestic, casting no shadows and revealing every detail clearly.

For first-time spectators, the sight was breathtaking.

Whispers of amazement spread among them.

The noble clans, however, were not merely admiring the spectacle. Their eyes were sharp and calculating. They had not come solely to watch the game. They were here to investigate.

What kind of force could create such a mysterious game?

What kind of artifact refiner could produce the Game Replay Crystal?

Their presence was deliberate.

Meanwhile, the ordinary crowd was overwhelmed with excitement. Cheers erupted spontaneously. Fans wearing jerseys waved banners and shouted team names.

Suddenly, a song reverberated throughout the stadium.

The sound seemed to emerge from everywhere at once.

No one could detect its source.

The music was vibrant and stirring. It resonated deeply, causing blood to surge and emotions to rise uncontrollably.

The rhythm synchronized with the beating of hearts, igniting anticipation to its peak.

For a brief moment, the entire stadium was unified by that melody.

When the song ended, silence lingered for a heartbeat.

Then a voice echoed clearly across the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting match!"

The commentator’s tone was energetic and infectious.

"I hope we witness even more surprising moments than in the last game!"

The crowd roared in response.

"And now, let us welcome the Black Spider Team and the Chen Clan Team!"

The stadium erupted into thunderous cheers as the two teams prepared to step onto the pitch.

The long-awaited match had finally begun.