"T-t-this...!"
The shop owner's voice trembled; he had never seen so much money in his entire life!
To think it was spirit stones! Wasn't this the currency used by immortals? So this burly man was actually an immortal!
He had originally thought the other party was just a martial artist.
"What? Is it not enough?"
Seeing the boss trembling and speechless, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) thought he had given too little and prepared to take out more spirit stones.
Anyway, he had killed passing cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea and robbed an unknown amount of this stuff, with nowhere to spend it.
"No, no, no, it's enough, it's enough!"
The boss quickly stopped him, cautiously looking at Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) with a somewhat flattering expression. "Lord Immortal, you seem to really like this kind of mask?"
When it came to reading people's expressions, merchants were top-notch.
Seeing Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) constantly examining the Azure Dragon mask in his hand, the shop owner naturally wanted to do everything in his power to satisfy the Lord Immortal.
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) glanced at him. "I like it, what about it?"
A smile immediately appeared on the shop owner's face, and he asked tentatively, "Lord Immortal, I have various other dragon-shaped masks here. Would you like to take a look?"
"Oh? Bring them all out. If I'm satisfied, I'll take them all!"
Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon)'s generosity instantly made the shop owner ecstatic. He brought out all his treasured dragon-shaped masks, which originally cost a mere copper coin each, and continuously introduced them to him.
"Lord Immortal, this is a Golden Dragon mask, you will definitely look great wearing it. This is a Torch Dragon, and this one..."
The string of flattery and the various dragon-shaped masks put Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) in high spirits.
"I'll take them all!"
A huge pile of spirit stones appeared before the boss, almost making him faint with joy. Was he going to become the local richest man just by selling masks?!
Seeing such a generous immortal like Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), the surrounding peddlers flushed with excitement and quickly shouted at the top of their lungs, "Rattle drums, rattle drums! Rattle drums carved with True Dragon patterns! Only one hundred, only one hundred! One hundred spirit stones, you can't go wrong, you won't be fooled!"
"This handsome and elegant Lord Immortal, would you like to buy one for a child to play with?"
"True Dragon Robe! Only one hundred! Wear it and show the appearance of an emperor! Lord Immortal, do you want one? I see you have a burly figure, are full of vitality, and a golden dragon appears between your brows. This is the look of an emperor!"
One by one, the peddlers shouted themselves hoarse, presenting all their good treasures in front of Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon), hoping to catch his eye.
Sure enough, without any surprise, upon hearing that there were various good treasures related to True Dragons, Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) did not spare a single one.
In his heart, he began to secretly complain about that old guy who refused to let him come to the human world.
Saying things like humans were sinister and cunning was a complete lie to him.
These humans were obviously very polite, spoke nicely, and sold things cheaply. Where was the sinister and cunning nature that the old thing mentioned?
While Ao Dalong (Ao Big Dragon) was spending crazily, Mo Tianxiao and his group encountered a familiar face.
"Boss, how much is this?"
A young figure appeared in front of an old man's street stall, pointing to a shriveled spirit herb on the stall and asking for the price.
The old man's narrowed eyes slowly opened a slit, glanced at the young man, and then said, "Give whatever you see fit. I, this old man, just want to exchange it for some wine money."
"Ten thousand spirit stones?"
Xiao Fan asked tentatively.
Elder Yun inside his body told him that this herb was a pretty good wondrous item that could nourish the divine soul, which would be helpful in restoring Elder Yun's power.
Xiao Fan didn't expect to encounter a wondrous item in this mortal town.
It was a pity that he didn't get that Seven-Colored Holy Lotus last time, but fortunately, the heavens always favored him. Even in a place like this, it would bring him unexpected surprises.
Once Elder Yun's power recovered to a stronger level, his safety would also be greatly guaranteed.
"I offer one hundred thousand spirit stones, old man, sell it to me."
Mo Tianxiao's crisp and melodious voice rang out.
Seeing that someone actually dared to snatch the treasure from him, a surge of anger instantly rose in Xiao Fan's heart. He turned his head to look, and was instantly stunned.
What a beautiful woman!
And three of them appeared at once!
The newcomers were exactly Mo Tianxiao and his two companions who were strolling through the streets.
Mo Tianxiao truly didn't expect that this guy Xiao Fan had run so far, actually coming all the way from the Hundred Thousand Mountains to the Central Divine Continent, and even bumping into him.
More importantly, this guy could actually encounter good things in a place like this. He truly deserved to be called the Child of Destiny.
Fortunately, he brought Huang Xiaoyao, this auspicious beast, with him, so his luck was equally bursting. He just happened to stumble upon Xiao Fan trying to pick up a bargain.
"Three beautiful sisters, this isn't right, is it? I had my eyes on this thing first."
The anger in Xiao Fan's heart instantly subsided because of the three beauties. With a smile on his face, he spoke calmly.
Because Huang Xiaoyao had changed too much, he didn't recognize her at all. As for Mo Tianxiao, who was a man disguised as a woman, Xiao Fan recognized him even less.
Not only did he not recognize him, but Xiao Fan even felt an inexplicable heartbeat when he saw Mo Tianxiao's face. If he could become Dao companions with this beauty, wouldn't he be slapping Nangong Wan and Mo Tianxiao's faces then?
You, Nangong Wan, abandoned me to fool around with the young master of the Demon Sect. Now, if he brought a woman no less beautiful than Nangong Wan in front of those two despicable people...
That scene would definitely be very satisfying!
"Fair competition, the highest bidder gets it."
Mo Tianxiao glanced at Xiao Fan, suppressing the urge to kick and explode his demonic pill, and spoke in a calm tone.
Since he bumped into this guy, he had to find an opportunity to mess with him.
It was perfect that the other party didn't recognize him right now.
A confident smile appeared on Xiao Fan's face. "Alright! Then the highest bidder gets it!"
As a dignified intermediate alchemist, he had plenty of money!
"Since the beauty offered one hundred thousand spirit stones, then I'll raise the price slightly, one million!"
When he said one million, Xiao Fan exuded confidence all over. He couldn't even help but tilt his head up, his eyes observing the expressions of the three, as if wanting to see shock on their faces.
However, Yun Sangyi was looking into the distance, her attention completely not on him.
And Huang Xiaoyao was only focused on licking the candied hawthorn in her hand. Because Xiao Fan had grown hair, it caused her not to recognize his identity at all.
Otherwise, she would definitely show a surprised expression, cooperate with his acting, and then ruthlessly slap his face.
Mo Tianxiao was expressionless. "Ten million."
"You...!"
Xiao Fan's expression stiffened, his eyes staring at Mo Tianxiao. Had he underestimated the other party?
Feeling the other party's cultivation base... Hmm, he couldn't feel it.
Then there were only two possibilities: one was that the other party practiced a cultivation method that hid their cultivation base, and the other was that the other party's cultivation base was higher than his!
Being able to take out ten million spirit stones, the other party couldn't be a mortal.
It was highly likely that the other party's cultivation was above his.
It was a bit strange that a cultivator with a higher cultivation base than him would appear in such a place.
However, Xiao Fan didn't panic. He was determined to get this wondrous item. Even if the other party's cultivation was higher than his, it didn't matter. He had Elder Yun, this great killing weapon.
"Twenty million!"
"Fifty million."
Mo Tianxiao remained expressionless. "This wondrous item is extremely rare and is worth at least a hundred million. Do you have that much money?"
Xiao Fan's expression shifted slightly. Over a hundred million spirit stones was indeed a steep price for him, but if he gritted his teeth, he could still afford it. No matter what, he had to get his hands on this rare treasure!
"Fine! One hundred million spirit stones it is! If you can produce more, you win!"
"Sigh... Young Master is truly wealthy. It seems this humble girl is simply not fated to have this wondrous item..."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
