Luoyun City.
"Seeking heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains! Board the flying ship if you're going! A round trip is a flat rate of five hundred thousand spirit stones!"
At the massive port, a burly man shouted at the dock, his booming voice nearly echoing throughout the entire Luoyun City.
This was the border between the Eastern Region and the Hundred Thousand Mountains, separated by the vast and boundless Sea of Chaotic Stars.
Luoyun City was built specifically for cultivators who wanted to travel to the Hundred Thousand Mountains in search of rare treasures.
Stalls could be seen everywhere, displaying various rare herbs and spiritual treasures, all specialties of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Many alchemists would frequently send people here to purchase rare materials for pill refinement, and cultivators seeking heavenly treasures would also come here to try their luck.
Although Luoyun City was not large, it gathered cultivators from various regions. One could even spot Buddhist monks here.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a mixed bag of dragons and fishes.
Looking at such a bustling scene, Mo Tianxiao, who had only arrived a few days ago, showed a hint of interest on his face. He strolled around the docks, occasionally glancing at the cultivators stepping off the flying ships, each of them glowing with health and satisfaction.
Heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and various alchemy materials produced in the Hundred Thousand Mountains never lacked buyers. Moreover, the exact same materials could fetch a much higher price if they came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Even with higher prices, supply always fell short of demand.
This led to the emergence of a group of treasure-hunting cultivators.
They would take flying ships across the treacherous Sea of Chaotic Stars to reach the Hundred Thousand Mountains—a paradise for demonic beasts—to find various rare treasures, transport them out, and resell them.
If they were lucky enough to obtain a heavenly treasure like a Ten-Thousand-Year Black Ginseng in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they would strike it rich, securing enough cultivation resources for at least several hundred years.
Of course, while the treasures were valuable, the process was incredibly perilous. First, they had to safely cross the Sea of Chaotic Stars, which was teeming with various sea beasts, to reach the territory of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Then, they had to search for treasures in the primitive, beast-infested environment of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and finally return successfully to Luoyun City. Only then was a complete treasure hunt considered finished.
However, countless cultivators died during this process.
Often, a flying ship would depart packed with hundreds of cultivators, but upon return, not even half would remain.
Even so, countless cultivators still flocked to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to hunt for treasure like ducks to water.
Death was but a final rest. If one didn't tie their head to their waistband and risk it all, how could they walk further on this Great Dao to the heavens?
"Only ten spots left! Fellow Daoists who want to hunt for treasures, hurry up!"
The burly man's voice was as loud as thunder.
Mo Tianxiao then withdrew his gaze and walked straight toward the burly man.
Arriving in front of the man, he didn't waste words. He directly took out five hundred thousand spirit stones, handed them over, and said, "Count me in."
He hadn't forgotten his purpose for coming here.
After delaying for so long, it was time to head to the Hundred Thousand Mountains to search for the Holy Blood of Battle, and while at it, check on that little girl Huang Xiaoyao to see if she had grown any taller over the past few years.
Accepting the spirit stones Mo Tianxiao handed over, the burly man gave him a jade token. The front of the jade token was engraved with two vigorous and powerful characters, "Floating Cloud," and the back was engraved with the number twenty-eight.
The jade token represented the identity of this flying ship.
Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce, the twenty-eighth flying ship!
"Keep the jade token safe. If you lose it, you'll be charged an extra fee on the way back."
The burly man reminded him before continuing to distribute jade tokens to the cultivators arriving behind him.
Mo Tianxiao took the jade token, boarded the flying ship, found an empty corner, sat down, and examined the jade token in his hand.
The Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce was a merchant guild spread across the entire continent, with an extremely wide range of businesses. Whether it was medicinal pills, magical artifacts, talismans, cultivation methods, or divine abilities, the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce had everything one could need.
At the same time, they had various operations in every region. Aside from the Extreme West, traces of the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce could even be found in the Demon State.
The Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce did not belong to any faction, yet its overall strength was not inferior to any top-tier noble family or supreme power.
Its existence had only one purpose: making money!
No faction in the world dared to claim they were richer than the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce, even though it was an organization that had existed for less than ten thousand years.
"Is the young master alone?"
A crisp voice rang out, like a babbling brook, as beautiful as a heavenly melody.
Mo Tianxiao paused and looked up slightly. What met his eyes was an exquisite oval face, with skin as fair and beautiful as a snow lotus from the Heavenly Mountains.
The woman wore a white flowing immortal dress with wide sleeves, tied with a cyan silk ribbon. As her skirt swayed, it slightly revealed a glimpse of her ivory-white ankles, making it hard to look away.
"Is there a problem?"
A calm voice carrying a trace of indifference came from Mo Tianxiao's mouth, making the woman freeze. She seemed to disbelieve that the man before her could be so cold upon seeing her.
This was something that had never happened before. No male cultivator should be this indifferent when seeing her. Even if they didn't have lustful gazes, they should at least show some admiration, right?
She was quite confident in her looks, yet she had hit a wall with this man.
However, she only froze for a moment before returning to normal. A gentle smile appeared on her face, and her voice was as pleasant as an oriole's. "Is this the young master's first time heading to the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a treasure hunt? I suggest you find a few companions; otherwise, it will be very dangerous."
Mo Tianxiao looked at the woman, noting three men standing not far behind her. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "You want me to join you?"
"My name is Yun Sangyi. I invite you to join us. We can split any heavenly treasures we find equally."
"Fairy Yun, it's not that I want to criticize you, but why are you inviting a Soul Formation cultivator? One look and you can tell he's a rookie. Daring to go to the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone for a treasure hunt is simply courting death. Don't let him drag us down."
Before Mo Tianxiao could speak, Scarface, a cultivator standing behind Yun Sangyi, spoke up impatiently.
"That's right, Fairy Yun. If we encounter danger, we'll have to protect him. What if he drags us down?"
Another Shorty looked Yun Sangyi up and down, a flash of lustful malice passing through his eyes, and added in a cold tone.
The remaining cultivator, who was dressed in magnificent clothes and had a slightly chubby build, spoke up to retort:
"You can't say that. Fairy Yun is kind-hearted. She must have seen that this brother is heading to the Hundred Thousand Mountains for the first time, so she invited him. Brother, how about you join us? Once we reach the Hundred Thousand Mountains, just follow us, and we'll give you a share of any heavenly treasures we find."
"Since Young Master Wang has spoken, we will naturally listen to Young Master Wang."
Seeing the chubby youth speak, Scarface and Shorty immediately chimed in with sycophantic expressions on their faces. Then they glared at Mo Tianxiao and said loudly, "Fairy Yun is kind-hearted, and Young Master Wang has also spoken. Consider yourself lucky, kid."
Yun Sangyi smiled and said softly, "Young master, have you thought about it? It really is dangerous to be alone."
"Heh, what price do I need to pay?"
Mo Tianxiao looked at the group with interest, a glint flashing in his eyes.
It seemed this trip wouldn't be so boring after all.
Yun Sangyi slightly shook her delicate head, parting her soft lips. "I only seek the lively company. You can ask them what they need."
"I don't lack spirit stones, so you don't need to give me anything, brother."
The chubby youth known as Young Master Wang shook his head. A hint of arrogance touched his face, and his noble disposition was on full display.
As for Scarface and Shorty, they exchanged a smiling glance, a glint of greed flashing in their eyes. "Out of respect for Young Master Wang and Fairy Yun, we will each charge you a hundred thousand spirit stones as a protection fee."
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