Upon hearing that the flying ship Mo Tianxiao and his companion took was attacked by a Quasi-Saint realm demonic beast, everyone present was stunned, their faces showing exaggerated expressions.
"Holy crap! A Quasi-Saint realm great demon?! And one that's about to break through to the Saint realm? Then how are we supposed to get back?"
One of the flying ships had already reached its scheduled return time, but upon hearing this news, they didn't dare to set off.
With a Quasi-Saint realm great demon blocking the way, wouldn't heading back now be a guaranteed death sentence?
Mo Tianxiao didn't pay attention to the nervousness and astonishment of the surrounding cultivators. He calmly walked toward the Hundred Thousand Mountains, kindly reminding them, "If you want to go back, it's best to detour from the previous route."
Yun Sangyi followed behind Mo Tianxiao, and the two quickly disappeared into the massive primeval jungle.
The remaining cultivators who were preparing to return looked at each other in dismay.
The route they took to get here was already the fastest and safest one the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce had found through multiple practical runs.
Even this route had an existence about to become a Saint realm great demon. The other routes not only required a long detour, but their safety was no better than this optimal path.
The many cultivators could only shift their gazes to the hired muscle arranged by the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce.
As the most trustworthy Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce, they naturally wouldn't abandon this many people.
After all, to do business across the whole world, the most important thing is reputation.
A slightly elderly cultivator slowly spoke up to comfort the crowd, "Everyone, do not worry. I have already sent a message to the Luoyun City branch of the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce. They will send Saint realm cultivators to pick us up."
The Luoyun City branch of the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce made a fortune off these treasure hunters every year; they naturally wouldn't give up on the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a place that laid golden eggs.
Although the cost of arranging Saint realm bodyguards would rise significantly, for the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce, it was merely a question of making more or less profit.
On the other side, Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Their short figures were obscured by the tall surrounding leaves, perfectly hidden in the jungle.
"I heard the Hundred Thousand Mountains is divided into three regions: the outer ring, the inner ring, and the core region where only demonic beasts with powerful bloodlines can enter."
Yun Sangyi's voice rang in Mo Tianxiao's ear. "Most treasure hunters only search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the outer ring. Even the powerful ones will at most only go to the edge of the inner ring, never venturing deeper."
"Young Master Ye, to be safe, it is best we operate in the outer ring."
Yun Sangyi's words were not without reason.
The area of the Hundred Thousand Mountains was extremely vast, larger than any other province. Even just the outer ring was enough to let these treasure hunters make a fortune.
Moreover, the outer ring was very safe, mostly inhabited by minor demons. Only near the inner ring would demonic beasts of the Profound Connection and Void Refinement realms appear.
Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi had only been walking for a few hours, but they had already found quite a few herbs and spirit fruits. Although they were only worth a few dozen or a few hundred spirit stones, there were so many of them. They stumbled upon a plant almost every short distance they walked.
It was no wonder that such a small place like Luoyun City could make an existence comparable to a top-tier faction like the Floating Cloud Chamber of Commerce specially open a branch here.
If Mo Tianxiao were a rogue cultivator, he would also be willing to stay in Luoyun City and peacefully be a treasure hunter.
As long as one wasn't greedy, it was basically a guaranteed profitable business.
"I want to go to the inner ring."
Mo Tianxiao spoke without even turning his head. His calm voice made Yun Sangyi's breath hitch, and she looked at him with astonished eyes.
"Young Master Ye, are you joking?"
Yun Sangyi questioned aloud.
"The danger level of the inner ring is no less than our previous encounter in the Chaotic Star Sea. Young Master Ye, are you sure you want to go to the inner ring?"
Mo Tianxiao turned his head to look at her and grinned. "Don't worry, Miss Yun. I'm just going to stroll around the edge of the inner ring to see if I can find some precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures. I won't go deep."
"As long as we are careful, nothing will happen."
Hearing Mo Tianxiao's words, Yun Sangyi breathed a slight sigh of relief. If it was only the edge of the inner ring, it was acceptable. If they went any deeper, it would be extremely dangerous.
She had just been struggling to think of a way to deal with this guy. Entering the dangerous inner ring might just give her the chance to use the demonic beasts to do her dirty work.
Thinking of this, the corners of Yun Sangyi's mouth curled up slightly, seemingly pleased with her own brilliance.
However, what she couldn't have guessed was that Mo Tianxiao didn't want to go to some inner ring at all; the place he wanted to go was the core region of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
According to his master's information, the Battle Saint Blood would definitely only be found in the core region of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Moreover, as the little princess of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, Huang Xiaoyao definitely lived in the core region too.
Along the way, Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi encountered quite a few demonic beasts. Fortunately, because the two concealed their auras and had small statures, they did not alarm these beasts.
Occasionally, a demonic beast would notice them but only treat them as little bugs.
After all, in the outer ring of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there were quite a few little bugs like humans. These demonic beasts were already used to it.
As long as the humans didn't disturb them or steal their things, they generally couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them.
Of course, not all demonic beasts treated humans as irrelevant little bugs. There were also quite a few that treated humans as pests, and encountering them meant a fight was inevitable.
Traveling unhurriedly for over ten days, Mo Tianxiao and Yun Sangyi finally reached the depths of the outer ring and were about to arrive at the inner ring. When they occasionally encountered one or two Soul Formation or Profound Connection realm demonic beasts, they decisively chose to detour around them.
Although they did not fear demonic beasts of this level, it wouldn't be worth it if they alarmed other nearby beasts and drew a siege upon themselves.
The harvest over these past ten days had been quite good. Whenever they encountered herbs or spirit fruits worth four figures of spirit stones or more, they pocketed them all.
"Hm?"
"This is... a Blood Lingzhi!"
Yun Sangyi suddenly saw a blood-red lingzhi mushroom, a full two or three square meters in size, growing at the base of a towering ancient tree not far ahead. She instantly opened her small mouth, her face full of surprise.
Mo Tianxiao also noticed the existence of this Blood Lingzhi, and his eyes widened slightly. For a Blood Lingzhi to be this large, it had to be at least one or two thousand years old!
As expected of a primeval forest. They were only in the outer ring, yet they had already stumbled upon such a good item.
The two exchanged a glance, joy in both their eyes, but they did not rashly approach.
Good items were definitely guarded by demonic beasts.
Such heavenly materials and earthly treasures were extremely precious existences, even to demonic beasts.
Looking from afar, the rings of patterns on the Blood Lingzhi were clearly visible. One ring represented a hundred years, and a full twenty-three rings meant this Blood Lingzhi was two thousand three hundred years old.
If this thing were taken outside to sell, it would easily fetch tens of millions of spirit stones.
Whether used for pill refinement or consumed as a tonic, it was a top-tier good.
Looking at the giant python that had blended in with the towering ancient tree, the two concealed their auras to the absolute limit.
"What do you say? A Void Refinement mid-stage demonic beast. I'm just a lowly Soul Formation cultivator; I can't deal with it."
Mo Tianxiao unapologetically took a step back, hiding behind Yun Sangyi to indicate that he was out of ideas.
Yun Sangyi's slender brows twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "I am just a lowly Tongxuan cultivator. I'm definitely no match for this giant python."
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