The news of Emperor Cangwu's ruins appearing spread wider and wider.
At this very moment, the entire Great Qian Dynasty was boiling over because of that azure pillar of light.
The Four Great Families, the Five Great Sects, the Imperial Guards, reclusive old monsters... countless factions and countless experts were rushing toward Cangwu Prefecture at top speed.
...
At the eastern foot of Qingyun Mountain, by the broken cliff.
Li Tianxing was completely dumbfounded.
He never expected things to blow up to such a massive scale!
He also felt a trace of relief; fortunately, he hadn't hidden anything and had notified the Sect Master in advance.
The Sect Master had said that if the sky fell, he would be there to hold it up.
With that, Li Tianxing no longer had any scruples.
However, he had tried countless methods but still couldn't enter the ruins.
Days passed one by one.
More and more people gathered at the perimeter.
In just three days, the originally desolate mountain forest had transformed into a bustling temporary camp filled with a cacophony of voices.
A dense cluster of tents stretched from the foot of the broken cliff all the way out for three miles. Curling smoke rose from cooking fires, while the sounds of clashing swords, arguments, and shouting echoed one after another.
They came from every corner of Great Qian, their cultivation bases wildly uneven. The lowest was only at the first level of Qi Condensation, while the highest even included Golden Core Ancestors.
Of course, everyone knew that with their strength, trying to snatch Emperor Cangwu's inheritance was akin to an idiot's daydream.
But what if?
What if they stepped in dog shit and got lucky, finding a fragment of a divine weapon or a Heaven-tier cultivation method? That would allow them to ascend to the heavens in a single bound, forever escaping their fate at the bottom.
This thought of what if corroded their reason like poison, making them willing to risk their lives and squeeze into this chaotic camp.
Right at this moment, the rhythmic sound of horse hooves echoed from the distant official road.
Everyone subconsciously looked up, a vigilant expression appearing on their faces.
It is the banner of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce! someone exclaimed.
A mighty and majestic convoy slowly drove over, consisting of fully a hundred horse-drawn carriages. A golden flag was planted on each carriage, embroidered with a massive character for Wealth.
At the front and rear of the convoy were hundreds of guards dressed in uniform black martial attire. Each of them possessed a deep and heavy aura, with the lowest being at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the several leaders being Golden Core experts.
The rogue cultivators subconsciously backed away, preparing for the great faction to clear the area.
But to everyone's surprise, the convoy of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce did not approach the broken cliff. Instead, they stopped in an empty clearing right in the center of the camp.
The guards nimbly jumped off the carriages and began setting up tents and arranging display shelves.
In less than an hour, a temporary market had risen from the ground.
Magical artifacts, medicinal pills, talismans, and spirit armor, a dazzling array of beautiful exhibits. The sheer variety even surpassed the largest market in Cangwu Prefecture!
The golden tents, red carpets, and shining counters formed a stark contrast with the tattered and miserable rogue cultivator camp surrounding them.
What is going on? The Wanbao Chamber of Commerce is not clearing the area?
They are not going in to fight for the inheritance, so why are they setting up a market here?
The rogue cultivators looked at each other in dismay, their faces full of confusion.
Just then, a chubby middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe slowly strolled down the red carpet toward a high platform at the very front of the market.
He coughed lightly, and a gentle pulse of spiritual energy spread out, instantly suppressing the noise of the entire camp.
Everyone's gaze focused on him.
Everyone!
The middle-aged man's voice was loud and clear, spreading to every corner of the camp.
I am Qian Sihai, Vice President of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce!
As soon as these words fell, a chorus of sharp intakes of breath rang out from the crowd.
Qian Sihai!
Vice President of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce!
A Late Nascent Soul Great True Lord!
It could be said that he stood at the very pinnacle of the entire Great Qian Dynasty!
Even a big shot like this had come?
The rogue cultivators gasped, and then their eyes uniformly dimmed a bit.
It seemed they would not even get to drink the leftover soup this time!
Qian Sihai was clearly very satisfied with the crowd's reaction. He smiled faintly and continued:
I know that everyone is here for Emperor Cangwu's inheritance!
I also know that everyone is beating drums in their hearts, feeling that their cultivation is too low and their strength too weak to compete with those great sects and great families!
However!
He suddenly raised his voice, his tone becoming impassioned:
In the face of fortune, everyone is equal!
The disciples of the great sects are human, and so are you! If they can fight for the inheritance, why can not you?
Back then, Emperor Cangwu was nothing more than a rogue cultivator from a poor background! He was able to go from a mere mortal to a Half-step Saint who suppressed an entire era. Why can not you?
What you lack is not talent, nor background, but a handy weapon, a bottle of life-saving pills, and a talisman that can block a fatal blow!
He pointed at the shelves behind him:
Today, my Wanbao Chamber of Commerce is here to deliver fortune to everyone!
Here we have low-grade magical artifacts that cut through iron like mud, Qi Gathering Pills that can rapidly restore spiritual energy, protection talismans that can block a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and invisibility talismans that can conceal your aura!
As long as you have these things, you will have the capital to arm-wrestle with those great sect disciples!
When the time comes and you enter the ruins, if you casually pick up a Yellow-tier cultivation method or a Profound-grade magical artifact, you will make a massive profit!
This is not spending! This is an investment!
This is the most cost-effective investment you can make in your entire life!
Invest in the future, and the returns are limitless!
If you do not invest now, when will you!
His speech was impassioned and resounding.
The eyes of the rogue cultivators below the stage began to shine.
Trading ten taels of silver for a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single bound, no matter how you looked at it, it was not a loss!
Right at this moment, a burly man in coarse clothes suddenly squeezed to the front of the crowd and shouted:
President Qian is right! Fortune waits for no one! I will buy a mid-grade mortal weapon!
Saying that, he pulled a cloth bundle from his chest, poured out a hundred taels of silver, and slammed it on the counter.
A clerk immediately smiled and handed him a gleaming long blade.
The man took the blade, drew it from its sheath, and slashed at a rock nearby.
Crack!
The rock was instantly split perfectly in two.
Good blade! What a good blade!
The man's face flushed red with excitement. With this blade, why should I fear any great sect disciple!
With the first person taking the lead, a second and third immediately followed.
I will buy a bottle of Qi Gathering Pills!
I will buy a protection talisman!
I will buy two throwing knives!
A long line instantly formed in front of the counter.
Qian Sihai stood on the high platform, smiling so widely his eyes narrowed into slits.
He shot a meaningful glance at the clerk beside him.
The clerk understood implicitly and quietly backed away.
Not long after, someone in the crowd suddenly yelled:
I bid eighty taels! I want that fine iron longsword!
I bid a hundred taels! Who dares to fight me for it!
I bid a hundred and fifty taels! This sword is mine!
...
The entire camp completely transformed into a massive auction house.
The rogue cultivators, their eyes red with frenzy, wildly waved the silver in their hands, fighting over every single item on the shelves.
Standing on the high platform, Qian Sihai looked at the frenzied crowd below, the smile on his lips growing ever more radiant.
He raised the megaphone and continued to fan the flames: "Everyone! Do not hesitate! Don't be stingy with your silver!
"You can always earn more silver, but once an opportunity like this slips through your fingers, it's gone forever!
"Think about it! If you can manage to snatch just a single strand of the Emperor's hair, you will rise above the masses! You will be surrounded by flocks of wives and concubines, and possess unimaginable wealth!
"Compared to that, what does this little bit of silver matter!
"Tell me, family, am I right?!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
