I only reached the Foundation Establishment stage at eighty years old, and then the system appeared.

When Yang Hongbo left Wancao Hall, his storage ring was already filled with various rare spiritual herbs. He was secretly pleased with himself; this trip to Anxi City had indeed been worthwhile. He continued to stroll around the city with Yang Tian, ​​preparing to search for other treasures or opportunities.

However, just as they were about to leave Anxi City, a sudden commotion came from afar. Yang Hongbo frowned and said to Yang Tian, ​​"Yang Tian, ​​go and see what's going on."

Yang Tian nodded and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the direction from which the commotion was coming. A short while later, he returned to Yang Hongbo's side and said, "Master, there's a group of cultivators fighting ahead, seemingly over a treasure."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hongbo's heart stirred. He had always had a strong interest in treasures, especially rare ones that could enhance his strength. He said, "Let's go take a look."

After saying this, he led Yang Tian and flew towards the direction of the battle. Soon, they arrived at the scene of the fight. They saw a group of cultivators besieging a middle-aged cultivator. The middle-aged cultivator was at the mid-stage of the Void Realm, wielding a magic weapon, and was desperately resisting the attacks of several early-stage Void Realm cultivators. A determined look appeared on his face, as if he was unwilling to give up the treasure in his hand.

Yang Hongbo carefully observed the artifact in the middle-aged cultivator's hand and discovered that it was actually a top-tier seventh-order spiritual treasure! Moreover, this spiritual treasure exuded a powerful aura, suggesting it was an extremely precious item. He secretly pondered that this spiritual treasure might be worth his effort to contend for.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the center of the battle. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding cultivators, who all stopped their attacks and watched Yang Hongbo warily. Yang Hongbo smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoists, I've taken a liking to this treasure. I wonder if you would be willing to part with it?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators' faces turned furious. They exclaimed, "Who are you? Why should we part with this treasure? We discovered it first; it naturally belongs to us!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hongbo shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoists, treasures are meant for those who are destined to possess them. Since this treasure is destined for me, I cannot let it slip away. How about this: let's have a contest, and whoever wins can keep the treasure?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators hesitated. They knew Yang Hongbo was powerful, and he also had a servant of unknown cultivation level beside him. However, they were unwilling to give up this precious treasure. Therefore, they all looked at the middle-aged cultivator, seemingly awaiting his decision.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator pondered for a moment before saying, "Alright! Since this fellow Daoist desires this magic treasure, let's have a contest! However, while we'll have a contest, we mustn't let it spoil our harmony."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hongbo nodded and said, "Of course! We're just having a little competition, and we'll stop when we've reached our limit."

After saying that, he moved and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the middle-aged cultivator. A fierce battle was about to begin.

As Yang Hongbo transformed into a streak of light and approached the middle-aged cultivator, the air seemed to be torn apart by his aura, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The surrounding cultivators retreated hastily, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of the impending battle. The middle-aged cultivator's expression was solemn. He knew that the strength of this uninvited guest was extraordinary, but the top-tier seventh-order spiritual treasure in his possession made him unwilling to give it up easily.

"Fellow Daoist, please enlighten me!" The middle-aged cultivator shouted, and the spiritual treasure in his hand shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling beam of light that met Yang Hongbo's gaze.

Yang Hongbo smiled faintly. He didn't rush to attack, but instead dodged the middle-aged cultivator's attack with a swift movement. His figure left afterimages in the air, as if countless Yang Hongbos appeared on the battlefield simultaneously, dazzling the eye.

"Fellow Daoist, your spiritual treasure is indeed excellent, but the person using it has failed to unleash its true power." Yang Hongbo's voice rang in the middle-aged cultivator's ears, as if carrying a strange magic, causing the middle-aged cultivator's heart to tremble.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's expression grew even more solemn. He knew well that there was a gap in strength between himself and Yang Hongbo, but he was unwilling to admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and activated his spiritual treasure once more. This time, the spiritual treasure transformed into a giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Yang Hongbo.

Seeing this, Yang Hongbo's eyes flashed with admiration. He moved with the agility of a dragon swimming through water, weaving freely through the dragon's attacks. Each of his strikes seemed to unleash a monstrous wave, threatening to knock the middle-aged cultivator to the shore. Fortunately, they had agreed beforehand to stop short of a direct confrontation; otherwise, the middle-aged cultivator had no idea what his fate would have been.

"Fellow Daoist, your attack, though fierce, is not enough to harm me." Yang Hongbo's voice echoed across the battlefield, his words filled with confidence and composure.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator felt a sense of defeat. He knew he had done his best, but in front of Yang Hongbo, he seemed so utterly vulnerable. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and prepared to launch another attack.

However, at that moment, Yang Hongbo suddenly stopped his attack. He flashed and appeared in front of the middle-aged cultivator, smiling as he said, "Fellow Daoist, your strength is already quite good. But this spiritual treasure is not worthy of you; it should find a more suitable master."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's expression changed. He gripped the spiritual treasure in his hand tightly, as if afraid that Yang Hongbo would snatch it away. He said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, this spiritual treasure is something I obtained after going through countless hardships, and I will never give it up easily."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hongbo shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, I do not wish to take what you cherish. It is only in my hands that this spiritual treasure can unleash its true power. If you are willing to part with it, I can offer you satisfactory compensation."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's heart stirred. He knew the difference in strength between himself and Yang Hongbo; if the fight continued, he would likely suffer a crushing defeat. Moreover, the compensation Yang Hongbo offered was somewhat tempting. After a moment's thought, he asked, "Fellow Daoist, what kind of compensation are you referring to?"

Yang Hongbo smiled slightly and said, "I can give you an eighth-grade pill and a sixth-grade spiritual treasure. These two treasures are enough to elevate your strength to a higher level."

The middle-aged cultivator was greatly shocked upon hearing this. Eighth-grade pills and sixth-grade spiritual treasures were both extremely precious items. He hadn't expected Yang Hongbo to offer such generous terms. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement, and said, "Fellow Daoist, is what you say true?"

Yang Hongbo nodded and said, "Of course! My word is my bond."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator had already made up his mind. He knew that his connection with this top-tier seventh-order spiritual treasure might have come to an end. Moreover, the compensation offered by Yang Hongbo was enough to tempt him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Alright! Since you are so sincere, I will part with this spiritual treasure and give it to you."

Having said that, he released the magical treasure from his hand, letting it float in the air. Seeing this, Yang Hongbo smiled slightly, reached out, and stored the magical treasure in his storage ring. Then, he took out two pills and a magical treasure, and handed them to the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator accepted the pills and spiritual treasures, examined them carefully, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He said, "Fellow Daoist, thank you very much! These two treasures are far more useful to me than that seventh-tier spiritual treasure."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hongbo nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind! Treasures are meant for those who are destined to possess them. Since this spiritual treasure is destined for me, I will accept it. These two treasures are even more destined for you, and I hope they can help you further improve your strength."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator thanked Yang Hongbo again. Then, he turned to the surrounding cultivators and said, "Fellow Daoists, I have already parted with this spiritual treasure for you. Everyone, please disperse!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators dispersed. They knew the fight was over, and the outcome left them with nothing to say. After all, Yang Hongbo's strength and sincerity were undeniable, and they could no longer compete for anything.