A Bumper Harvest

"Help! Somebody save me!"

Soaking wet, Wang Fugui was tightly entangled by a massive octopus. His face was filled with terror, and he was completely powerless to resist.

However, the enormous octopus monster was in no rush to kill him. Instead, it bound him up like a mummy with its tentacles, spewing thick mucus to toy with him.

Faced with Wang Fugui's cries for help, no one could come to his aid. The situation of the others was no better than his.

The burly man fighting the Giant Python was already covered in blood, his aura sluggish, swinging his battle axe purely on willpower.

The Giant Python, however, remained completely unscathed. As a Quasi-Saint level monster, its physical body was comparable to a Quasi-Saint artifact. A Quasi-Saint artifact wielded by a mere Tribulation Transcendence realm cultivator couldn't even leave a scratch on it.

"Humans, you can only blame your bad luck."

The Giant Python let out a sinister, cackling laugh. "It's time to send you on your way."

Just as everyone fell into despair, Wang Fugui suddenly remembered he still had a trump card. "I remember now! I have a Saint-level talisman!"

On the brink of death, Wang Fugui finally recalled the Saint-level talisman his old man had left him to save his life.

That was so long ago. His constant smooth sailing had made him completely forget about it.

Finally, in this critical moment, it came back to him.

To the surviving cultivators present, his voice was a hundred times more melodious than heavenly music. Even the burly man, who was about to be toyed to death by the Giant Python, felt a glimmer of hope.

A Saint-level talisman could unleash an attack comparable to a Saint Realm expert, which was more than enough to threaten this Giant Python.

Sure enough, upon hearing that Wang Fugui possessed a Saint-level talisman, the surrounding sea monsters immediately scattered like frightened birds. Even the giant octopus entangling Wang Fugui shot away in the next second.

They were terrified that a single misstep would leave them pulverized by the Saint-level talisman, with no bones remaining.

The Giant Python's fierce gaze carried a hint of wariness as it stared fixedly at Wang Fugui.

The numerous cultivators also cast hopeful glances at Wang Fugui. At this moment, he was like a descending deity. Even though his chubby body was covered in disgusting mucus, everyone thought he looked utterly adorable.

Wang Fugui let out a sigh of relief, a touch of joy appearing on his face. Then, his tone suddenly turned ferocious, "Damn monsters, I want you all dead!"

He, a dignified direct descendant of the Wang family of Falling Cloud City, almost died at the hands of mere monsters. It was the biggest joke in the world.

As his hand slowly reached for his spatial ring, the Giant Python's gaze grew increasingly solemn, while the light in the eyes of the present cultivators shone ever brighter.

Some had even decided that after this, they would never be treasure hunters again. It simply wasn't worth it.

Dying in the mouths of monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was one thing, but dying halfway there was just too frustrating.

"Huh?!"

"Where is my spatial ring!?"

Wang Fugui patted himself all over but simply couldn't find his spatial ring. Panic instantly gripped his heart. Could it be that he lost it while struggling with that damn giant octopus just now?!

"No way? Young Master Wang, don't joke around! We're all counting on you to save our lives!"

"Fuck! My spatial ring is gone too!"

By the time everyone realized what was happening, they discovered that two-thirds of the cultivators' spatial rings were missing. Could they all have been lost during the fight with the monsters!?

"What cunning monsters! To actually steal our spatial rings during the battle!"

Despair appeared on the faces of the many cultivators. They had underestimated these monsters too much; their intelligence was no lower than that of humans.

Wang Fugui looked as if he had lost his soul, standing there in a daze.

His emotions were like a roller coaster, going from despair to hope, and then plunging from hope back into despair...

The burly man also gave up resisting. They had failed this trial.

"Hahahahaha! Cunning humans, did you think a bluff could scare me?!"

"Kill them all!"

An extremely cold stench sprayed out as the Giant Python gave the order. Countless sea monsters revealed their cruel nature, swallowing and killing every single cultivator present, leaving none alive.

Despair filled everyone's hearts.

In just a moment, all the cultivators were dead.

The Giant Python's body trembled, and it subsequently transformed into a dark blue humanoid figure. His body was covered in snake scales, two small antennae protruded slightly from his forehead, and his long blue hair fluttered in the wind. He patted his belly, looking extremely satisfied.

"Humans in the late stage of Tribulation Transcendence are delicious indeed."

In his hand, he still held a Quasi-Saint level battle axe.

He truly hadn't expected to receive a gift from humans right before transforming into a Flood Dragon.

"Your Majesty, two humans ran off toward the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

A Dharma Idol realm mantis shrimp reported to the Giant Python.

"Hmph, nothing to fear."

The Giant Python didn't care about two lucky humans.

The danger level of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was no lower than that of the Chaotic Star Sea. Whether those two humans could make it out alive was another matter entirely.

"From now on, within a radius of ten thousand miles, any human who trespasses is to be killed!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the only monster in the Chaotic Star Sea about to transform into a Flood Dragon, his status was exceptionally high. Even the Saint Realm monsters here would give him plenty of face.

Among monsters, cultivation level was secondary; having a noble bloodline was what truly made one formidable.

Meanwhile.

A figure swiftly streaked across the sky, leaving the most dangerous area of the Chaotic Star Sea.

Mo Tianxiao counted the spatial rings in his pockets. There were a good seventy or eighty of them. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The harvest this time was pretty good. He considered it as collecting the corpses of those unlucky kids. He really was too kind-hearted after all.

[In a moment of crisis, never forgetting one's original intention, inhumanely pitching hundreds of treasure hunters to their deaths. Conforms to villainous behavior. Villain Points +18,888!]

"Holy crap! That works too?"

Mo Tianxiao was startled by the sudden pleasant surprise.

What did it mean by him pitching hundreds of treasure hunters to their deaths? It made it sound like if he hadn't stolen those guys' spatial rings, they would have survived.

That was a Quasi-Saint level Giant Python, along with countless sea monsters. How could anyone possibly survive?

But the next second, he recovered his wits and began to inspect the numerous spatial rings.

Until a premium-looking spatial ring appeared before his eyes.

"Is this Wang Fugui's spatial ring?"

With a stir of his divine sense, the contents of the ring were revealed at a glance.

Mountains of spirit stones and all sorts of heavenly materials and earthly treasures made one click their tongue in amazement.

"This kid has some good stuff. He's almost richer than I am."

A hint of joy surfaced between Mo Tianxiao's brows. This little fatty brought so many good things just for treasure hunting. There had to be tens of millions of spirit stones alone, right?

"Eh?"

Suddenly, a glowing talisman in the corner caught his attention. With a thought, a purple talisman engraved with lightning patterns appeared in his hand.

Instantly, Mo Tianxiao's mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. His voice was filled with disbelief, "This is... a Saint-level talisman?!"

How precious was a Saint-level talisman? He had begged and pleaded back at the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace, but Su Muyao wouldn't give him even one. She said that, in a sense, this item was even more precious than a Saint Artifact. Once used, it was gone forever, and it represented the foundational strength of any faction.

In reality, she was just being stingy!

Of course, what she said made sense. In this era, it seemed there were no longer any Saint-level talisman masters in existence.

All Saint-tier talismans were relics preserved from long ago, and the value of a single one could not possibly be measured with spirit stones.

Simply put, they just don't make these anymore!