Mo Tianxiao looked at Scarface and Shorty.
Both of their cultivation levels were at the Void Refinement Realm; one was at the late stage, and the other at the middle stage.
As for Yun Sangyi and that Fatty Wang, their superficial cultivation was only at the late Profound Comprehension Realm. They looked like young masters and misses from some wealthy family coming out to broaden their horizons.
"Alright, then... I'll leave it to you two."
Mo Tianxiao fell silent for a moment before taking out two hundred thousand spirit stones and tossing them to the two.
These two scoundrels dared to scam him out of two hundred thousand spirit stones right off the bat; they really had some nerve.
Receiving the spirit stones, a hint of joy appeared on their faces, and their gazes toward Mo Tianxiao gained a bit of surprise and gentleness.
"You know the rules, kid."
Handing over two hundred thousand without bargaining—they loved country bumpkins like him.
"Welcome to our group, young master. May I ask your name?"
Yun Sangyi's willow eyebrows raised slightly, carrying an imperceptible trace of joy as her voice slowly rang out.
Hearing this, Mo Tianxiao raised his head and replied, "Rogue cultivator, Ye Chen."
Mo Tianxiao was wearing the quasi-saint artifact, the Thousand Illusions Holy Garment, which he had snatched from Huangfu Yunteng. Aside from its golden robe form, it could freely transform into other styles of clothing. Not only that, but this quasi-saint artifact also had the function of concealing one's cultivation.
Except for experts in the Saint Realm, ordinary cultivators could not see through his cultivation.
In the eyes of Scarface and Shorty, he was nothing more than a late-stage Deity Transformation cultivator, clearly a rookie at first glance.
"Just call me Scarface, a professional treasure hunter."
"Shorty."
Scarface and Shorty did not state their real names, only casually giving a codename, which fit their images quite well.
As for Fatty Wang, he straightened his clothes, his expression carrying a bit of arrogance, and said with an indifferent look, "The Wang family of Falling Cloud City, Wang Fugui."
The factions in Falling Cloud City were intricate and complex, among which the Wang family was the strongest, acting as the agent for the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce in the city.
Simply put, he was the young boss of this flying ship.
"So it is Young Master Wang, I have long looked forward to meeting you. I have long heard of your prestigious name, and seeing you today, you are indeed extraordinary and strikingly handsome!"
Hearing Wang Fugui's self-introduction, Mo Tianxiao immediately stood up, his gaze holding a trace of admiration, making him appear incredibly respectful.
Although he didn't know how much ability this Wang Fugui actually had, one glance at the group made it clear that he was the leader. Might as well bombard him with flattery first.
"Hahahaha, I like the way you talk, Brother Ye. Since you've joined my team, you naturally don't need to worry about your safety."
Wang Fugui quite enjoyed Mo Tianxiao's flattery, a satisfied expression appearing on his face as he boasted that he would protect his safety during this trip to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
In fact, he did have this ability; after all, almost all the thugs on this flying ship belonged to his Wang family.
"Hahahaha, then I will be relying on Young Master Wang."
Mo Tianxiao replied with a chuckle, his expression very respectful.
Meanwhile, Yun Sangyi beside them seemed a bit displeased, her small mouth pouting slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with Mo Tianxiao being so enthusiastic toward Wang Fugui.
He had clearly been so cold to her earlier, yet now he was so enthusiastic toward a man. Could it be that a great beauty like her was less attractive than a fat guy?
However, the look of dissatisfaction only flashed by and did not attract anyone else's attention.
The other treasure hunters around would occasionally glance at Yun Sangyi, sometimes revealing a lustful look, but they did not dare to go any further.
Although they didn't know this Fairy Yun's background, since she was in Young Master Wang's team, she was an existence that these treasure hunters could not covet.
At the same time, the surrounding cultivators felt very envious of Mo Tianxiao's situation. For a mere Deity Transformation cultivator to actually join Young Master Wang's team, his luck was simply too good.
It was well known that heading to the Hundred Thousand Mountains was fraught with danger. Ordinary cultivators only dared to wander around the outer periphery, and only the truly powerful dared to venture into the inner regions.
As for Wang Fugui, although his own strength was average, he possessed various magical treasures and talismans. Even if he encountered a Primordial Spirit Realm demonic beast, he would have nothing to fear.
Besides that, if he truly encountered danger, the bodyguards on the flying ship would immediately rush to his rescue.
This also meant that Wang Fugui's team could at least head into the inner regions of the Hundred Thousand Mountains to search for better and older heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Not long after, the flying ship, fully loaded with treasure-hunting cultivators, started its journey toward the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
This flying ship was naturally not the Cloud-Piercing Shuttle, which was comparable to a saint artifact, but merely an imitation of it. Still, it could rival ordinary Dao artifact magical treasures.
Its speed was very fast; in at most half a month, it could cross the Chaotic Star Sea and arrive at the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
"May I ask where Young Master Ye comes from?"
A crisp and cool voice, like a trickling stream, slowly rang out. Yun Sangyi's bright phoenix eyes curved into a beautiful arc as she looked at Mo Tianxiao and asked.
Mo Tianxiao leaned against the side of the flying ship, looking down at the endless Chaotic Star Sea below, and casually replied:
"I come from a remote town in the Eastern Region and plan to travel the world. I heard that the Hundred Thousand Mountains have all sorts of rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures, so I came to try my luck."
"Travel the world? Young Master Ye has great ambition."
A touch of admiration appeared in Yun Sangyi's eyes. "If you want to travel across the entire Black Yellow Realm, I'm afraid it won't be completed without several thousand years."
"Take it slowly. One day, I'll be able to walk all over this world and treat it as cultivation."
Yun Sangyi was not wrong. The Black Yellow Realm was incredibly vast. Even though he had grown up in the Demon Sect since he was a child, over several decades, he still hadn't visited every corner of the Demon State.
Having stayed in the Eastern Region for a few years, it seemed like he had been to many places, but in reality, he hadn't even covered a tenth of the region's territory.
"I say, Brother Ye, what's so good about traveling the world? It's better to stay in Falling Cloud City and become a full-time treasure hunter. This is much more fun than traveling the world."
Seeing Yun Sangyi and Mo Tianxiao chatting so passionately, Wang Fugui couldn't help but interject.
Patting his somewhat round belly, Wang Fugui looked at Mo Tianxiao and started to show off, "Treasure hunting is not only exciting and fun, but it can also make money. Take this flying ship, for example. Just from collecting registration fees, one trip can bring in hundreds of millions of spirit stones."
"Setting aside the costs, the profit from each trip is enough for an ordinary cultivator to squander for a lifetime."
"If you're lucky and find rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you can make an absolute fortune. This is much better than aimlessly wandering around everywhere."
His words carried an innate arrogance.
Wang Fugui inadvertently displaying his wealth made Scarface and Shorty green with envy.
The flying ships in Falling Cloud City were all properties managed by the Wang family. Aside from what was handed over to the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce, almost all the rest fell into the Wang family's pockets.
The Wang family of Falling Cloud City was even richer than some ordinary major factions, and that was no joke.
And Falling Cloud City was merely one of the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce's properties. From this, one could imagine just how wealthy the entire Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce was; saying they were filthy rich would not be an exaggeration.
Some people were born in Rome, while others were born as beasts of burden. This saying was perfectly demonstrated by Wang Fugui.
"Hahahaha, Young Master Wang is right. If Young Master Wang doesn't mind, then I will follow you from now on."
A smile emerged on Mo Tianxiao's face, and the flattery in his tone made Wang Fugui feel immensely pleased.
He glanced at Yun Sangyi, who still maintained her smile and remained completely unmoved. A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes. Could it be that even with all his immense wealth, he still couldn't impress this fairy maiden?

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”