I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

Deng Qi's current thought is simple: he must find a way to bring Ding Ran back and kill him!

Otherwise, he'll be the one who suffers in the future!

The important figure before us is at least at the Golden Core stage, and may even be at the Nascent Soul stage!

However, there are more than one or two Nascent Soul True Monarchs on Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain!

Invoking the name of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain might just make this important figure back down!

Even if things don't go well, considering that he has the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain behind him, this important figure wouldn't kill him on the spot, would he?

No matter what, he's definitely going to give it a try!

The air fell silent for a moment.

Wang Da remained standing at the edge of the deck, his simple gray clothes fluttering slightly in the strong wind, his unremarkable face showing no emotion whatsoever.

He didn't even frown; he merely glanced at Deng Qi before looking away and waiting quietly.

In fact, Deng Qi's words were no different from a gust of wind to him.

After all, he was just a puppet bodyguard; he didn't have any of those emotions, like anger, disgust, or impatience.

He only did one thing: perfectly execute the young master's orders.

The young master said not to let that person be killed, so he protected Ding Ran.

He waited until the young master arrived.

The four disciples of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, who were initially terrified, were stunned for a moment when they saw that Wang Da hadn't killed Deng Qi on the spot.

After all, this is a True Monarch in the Nascent Soul stage!

For a Foundation Establishment stage junior to dare to demand someone so brazenly in front of a Nascent Soul True Monarch is already quite presumptuous!

But this True Lord did absolutely nothing!

Is this Nascent Soul True Monarch really that good-tempered?

Could it be... that they are truly afraid of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain?

Or perhaps it's because this Nascent Soul True Monarch has a past relationship with one of the Supreme Elders on Mount Ten Thousand Beasts.

Upon realizing this possibility, the eyes of the four disciples from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain lit up, a glimmer of hope appearing in their eyes.

What a twist of fate!

Maybe we can actually bring Ding Ran back alive today!

Ding Ran also considered this possibility.

He had a bad feeling about this, gritted his teeth and flew forward two more steps. The light of the flying sword beneath his feet flickered, as if it might go out at any moment.

He stopped a short distance from the edge of the airship, not daring to get too close, yet not daring to retreat even an inch, and cupped his hands, saying, "Senior! This junior is willing to offer a priceless treasure, only asking for your protection!"

Wang Da glanced at Ding Ran, his tone calm and even: "Wait here. The young master will be here soon and will make a decision."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ran and the other four, including Deng Qi, were all stunned.

They were somewhat bewildered for a moment.

What does that mean...?

The young master mentioned by the Nascent Soul True Monarch...?!

Does that mean that this Nascent Soul True Monarch... is actually someone else's servant?

The thought sent chills down everyone's spine, sending a shiver down their spines and a cold emanating from their feet to the top of their heads.

Holy crap?!

What kind of status would someone have to be a Nascent Soul True Monarch to serve as a servant?

The four disciples of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain were the most deeply moved.

In their minds, the image of a sect's supreme elder serving as someone else's servant flashed through their minds.

The scene was so absurd to even imagine, yet also incredibly frightening.

Their bodies began to tremble slightly.

Such a powerful figure has a background that is far beyond what the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain can match!

They originally thought that this Nascent Soul True Monarch had refrained from attacking Deng Qi because he was wary of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain or because he had a past relationship with one of the Supreme Elders of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

It seems they were just waiting for someone who could make the decision to step forward!

The four disciples of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain twitched at the corners of their mouths, already showing signs of retreating.

We can't stay here any longer; if we stay any longer, something terrible might happen!

If that young master is interested in the Nine Heavens Golden-Winged Roc Egg, then it's hard to say whether these people can leave alive!

Even Deng Qi dared not utter another word at this moment.

He's not stupid.

Just now, he could use the power of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain and his ignorance as an excuse to ask this Nascent Soul True Monarch for people.

However, facing a force far surpassing Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, he naturally dared not do such a thing.

They don't care about the attitude of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain at all!

Moreover, if he dares to speak, it's equivalent to finding an unimaginably terrifying enemy for the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

At that point, how could Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain possibly let him off the hook?

Even if he escapes the rule of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, he will inevitably be hunted down to death!

Deng Qi just wants to get out of this awful place as soon as possible!

As for Ding Ran... we'll have to figure something out later.

The five people exchanged glances, and each saw the intention to leave in the other's eyes.

Then a middle-aged disciple took the lead in bowing respectfully, his tone even more reverent than before: "Senior, since you are interested in the treasure in Ding Ran's possession, we will not insist any further. We will leave now."

They exchanged a glance and tried to back away.

However, Wang Da glanced at them and said calmly, "What the young master means is that you wait here."

An extremely terrifying divine sense pressed down like a mountain.

Deng Qi and his group of five felt as if a giant mountain burning with raging flames had appeared above their heads.

They were drenched in sweat, and their skin even showed faint red marks as if it had been scorched.

They could barely breathe, let alone activate their spiritual energy.

The giant eagle beneath their feet also cried out, tucking its wings in, its claws trembling.

The middle-aged disciple didn't even dare wipe the sweat from his face, and hurriedly forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Yes, senior, we'll wait here, we won't go anywhere!"

After he finished speaking, Wang Dacai looked away.

The pressure of divine sense emanating from these five people receded like a tide.

The five men were overjoyed, panting heavily.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal and lingering fear.

What does that young master intend to do with them since he left them here?

Will they be able to leave alive?

Just then, footsteps came from the direction of the deck.

The group turned to look and saw a young man and woman walking out of the central palace and strolling slowly toward the edge of the deck.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the young man.

He wore a pure white robe with a white belt with sword patterns engraved on it around his waist. His black hair was loosely tied behind his head with a matching hairband, and the hem of his clothes and strands of hair fluttered slightly in the wind.

His appearance was so handsome it seemed unreal; every curve of his brow bone, nose bridge, and jawline looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted by the heavens, and when put together, it was unforgettable at first glance.

What is most striking is the aura surrounding him.

Just by standing there, he seemed to be the center of the entire world.

Even the unfathomable Nascent Soul True Monarch seemed to become a mere foil in his presence.

The young woman standing beside him was equally aloof and stunningly beautiful.

She wore a simple white dress, her dark hair was tied up with a sky-blue hairband, and her features were exquisite, as if sculpted from ice and snow.

But now, standing next to that man, she naturally became just another background figure.

The air was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Whether it was Ding Ran or Deng Qi and the other four, they all stared blankly at Lu Yang's figure.

Two breaths later, they came to their senses.

The eyes of the group were filled with barely concealed horror.

Such demeanor, such appearance...

No wonder he's someone who can make a Nascent Soul True Monarch a servant!

With just one glance, no one could forget this person's appearance and demeanor!

Lu Yang walked to the edge of the deck, a lazy and relaxed smile on his face, his gaze casually sweeping over the group.

He looked at Ding Ran and chuckled, "Let's go up to the deck first. You look like you're about to fall overboard."

Ding Ran suddenly came to her senses.

He felt inexplicably nervous in front of this young man.

The tension was even greater than when facing that Nascent Soul True Monarch!

It was as if the person in front of him was a banished immortal who had stepped out of a celestial palace, and mortals had to be careful even when breathing in front of him.

He quickly bowed and clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, young master!"

His spiritual energy is almost depleted, and he really can't hold on much longer.

Ding Ran didn't bother with formalities and quickly lowered his flying sword, landing on the deck.

The moment Ding Ran stepped onto the deck, his tense nerves finally relaxed a little, but his body suddenly swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

He grabbed the carved railing beside him, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and barely managed to steady himself, preserving the last shred of his self-respect.

However, the price of this forced exertion was that his wounds reopened, and blood seeped out from under his tattered blue robe, dripping down his sleeves onto the deck.

A trace of dark red blood also seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Yang glanced at him and said softly, "Wang Si."

The next moment, emerald green leaves suddenly appeared in the sky.

The green leaves seemed to grow out of thin air, swirling and intertwining in the air, coalescing into a human figure.

That was Wang Si.

Wang Si landed on the deck and respectfully bowed to Lu Yang: "Young Master."

Lu Yang casually tilted his chin at Ding Ran: "Give him some treatment."

During this period, Lu Yang had been studying the Wood Dao technique and had gained a certain understanding of it.

The Way of Wood inherently contains the Way of Growth and Life, and healing spells are the specialty of Wood Path cultivators.

Wang Si specializes in woodworking, so this kind of thing is perfect for him to handle.

Wang Si glanced at the swaying Ding Ran and made a hand seal with one hand.

A pure and gentle green light silently shot out from his fingertips and landed on Ding Ran.

The radiance spread across Ding Ran's body like ripples on water, seeping into his skin and meridians layer by layer.

The crisscrossing wounds on Ding Ran's body began to heal at a visible speed.

Pink new flesh grew from the edges of the deep, bone-revealing sword wound, and the charred scars left by the burning peeled off, revealing the intact skin underneath.

His face, which had been as pale as paper, gradually regained color, and his breathing changed from the heavy, labored effort of enduring excruciating pain to a steady, long rhythm.

In just a few breaths, Ding Ran's injuries had completely disappeared, and he looked as if he had never been injured at all!

Ding Ran looked down and touched his chest and abdomen. The deep wounds that exposed bone had disappeared, leaving only a smooth and intact skin without a single scar.

He looked up somewhat blankly, as if he hadn't fully grasped the situation yet.

However, Deng Qi and the others grew increasingly pale.

Yet another cultivator this powerful?!

His cultivation level seems to be only at the peak of the Golden Core stage, but can a Wood Dao True Person at the peak of the Golden Core stage heal a severely injured and dying Foundation Establishment cultivator in just a few breaths?!

Is this really a Golden Core cultivator?

A real person with such powerful healing abilities would probably be treated as an honored guest in any faction!

After all, when cultivators are practicing, who can guarantee that they won't get injured?

Fighting for resources, battling with magic, venturing into secret realms... each time could result in serious injury or even death.

This healing ability can save lives for anyone!

Such a powerful expert who can save lives is a priceless treasure for any sect!

Even a top sect like Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain needs such an existence!

And this person is actually a servant?!