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

The white-haired old man standing nearby witnessed the entire scene.

He wanted to speak up for Chen Chuanmo several times, but he swallowed the words back.

As an elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain sect, he had some understanding of the mountain lord Ye Qianyuan's personality.

This mountain lord is rough on the outside but meticulous on the inside. He is very prudent in his actions and will never easily give up on a core disciple if there is even the slightest room for maneuver.

Since the mountain lord has made such a resolute decision, it means that Chen Chuanmo is truly beyond saving.

As for why...

The white-haired old man raised his eyelids, quickly glanced at the gentle-smiling young nobleman in white robes on the deck, then quickly lowered his head, keeping his eyes down and his mind at ease, remaining silent like an old monk in meditation.

The water here is too deep.

He's just an old man at the Golden Core stage; he really can't afford to take this risk...

Chen Chuanmo is still making a final struggle.

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were slightly red. Gone was the arrogance of a core disciple of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain; he was now a drowning man desperately grasping at a straw: "Mountain Master! I have rendered meritorious service to the sect! I still have a future! Please give me another chance, and I will definitely..."

Ye Qianyuan didn't let him finish speaking.

He extended his right index finger and gently tapped Chen Chuanmo.

The moment that finger touched him, Chen Chuanmo trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.

The spiritual energy within him, which had been cultivated to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, poured out wildly like a punctured air sac.

The spiritual energy emanated from the pores of his body, transforming into a thin mist that dissipated and vanished without a trace when swept away by the strong winds high above.

"No...no! No!"

Chen Chuanmo's once handsome face was now contorted with grotesque features, veins bulging, making him almost unrecognizable.

He waved his hands wildly in the air, desperately trying to grasp the spiritual energy dissipating from his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch helplessly as it slipped through his fingers.

His cultivation level plummeted from the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Late Foundation Establishment, Mid Foundation Establishment, Early Foundation Establishment...

Soon, Chen Chuanmo fell to the Qi Refining stage.

When Chen Chuanmo reached the Qi Refining stage, he could no longer even do the most basic sword flight.

His body suddenly lost its weight and fell uncontrollably downwards.

The white-haired old man next to him reacted quickly, grabbing Chen Chuanmo by the collar and lifting him up, preventing him from falling to the ground and turning into a pile of minced meat.

Chen Chuanmo was being held in the hands of the white-haired old man, his head drooping limply.

His face was ashen, and his eyes, which had been full of arrogance not long ago, were now empty and lifeless, staring straight ahead as if he saw nothing at all.

The morning light shone on his face, and that once spirited face was now only a cold silence.

The white-haired old man looked down at him, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

What a pity, they are a rare genius in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Unexpectedly, he was crippled by the mountain lord himself.

Ye Qianyuan remained expressionless. He glanced at Chen Chuanmo, then looked at Ding Ran, a gentle smile returning to his cold, hard face: "Young friend Ding Ran, the ringleader has received his due punishment. You can rest assured now."

Ding Ran glanced at Chen Chuanmo, who was being held in the old man's hand and whose eyes were as empty as a dead man's, and a surge of pleasure welled up in his heart.

Originally, Chen Chuanmo was high and mighty, but he only wanted his treasures, so he sent people to rob him, as if he were just an ant on the roadside that could be crushed at will.

Now, Chen Chuanmo himself has had his cultivation crippled, and he is not much stronger than an ordinary person. Isn't he just an ant?

Ding Ran's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Lu Yang.

The white-robed gentleman still stood with his hands behind his back in the morning light, his clothes fluttering gently, his expression calm and gentle.

His gratitude towards this noble young man had reached its peak at this moment.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even be able to save my life, let alone get revenge!

He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent thoughts, and respectfully bowed to Ye Qianyuan: "Mountain Lord, you are truly selfless and impartial; I admire you immensely!"

Ye Qianyuan nodded slightly, glancing at Lu Yang out of the corner of his eye. He saw that the young master's expression remained indifferent, showing neither praise nor dissatisfaction. After thinking for a moment, he said, "However, my Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain has indeed caused you losses this time. If you are willing, you can join our Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain to cultivate, as compensation."

Ye Qianyuan's idea was very simple.

This young nobleman brought Ding Ran here to understand the cause and effect, but the Nine Heavens Golden-Winged Roc beside this young nobleman still owes Ding Ran a great favor!

This is a favor from a powerful demon at the Nascent Soul stage!

Not to mention that this great demon was someone close to this mysterious and unpredictable young nobleman.

If Ding Ran could join their Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, then their Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain would at least have some connection with this young master.

Although the connection isn't very deep, it might be able to protect Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain in a critical moment!

As for Ding Ran's own talent, Ye Qianyuan didn't care much.

In any case, it's just like having another idle cultivator.

The Wanshou Mountain family is large and powerful; supporting a person is a piece of cake for them.

Ding Ran was clearly taken aback when Ye Qianyuan invited him to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

This is the Mountain of Ten Thousand Beasts!

One of the six top powers in Qin Province!

Countless cultivators under the rule of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain have tried desperately to join this sect, but none have been able to gain entry!

And he, an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, was actually personally invited by the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain?!

Ding Ran felt an overwhelming surge of excitement.

but……

He glanced at Lu Yang; if possible, he still hoped to become this young master's servant.

Becoming this young master's servant would be far more beneficial than becoming a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain!

Unfortunately, this young nobleman made it clear that he would not take him as a servant.

Thinking of this, Ding Ran couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Suppressing the slight disappointment in his heart, Ding Ran bowed respectfully and said, "I am deeply grateful for the kindness shown to me by the Mountain Lord!"

Ye Qianyuan nodded slightly in satisfaction: "Alright, I see that your cultivation level has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, so you may join the inner sect."

He then looked at Lu Yang with a warm smile and asked cautiously, "Young Master, do you think... this matter is now settled?"

Lu Yang was actually a little surprised.

Just now, when Chen Chuanmo was using his silver tongue to find excuses to cut ties, Ye Qianyuan thought he would take advantage of the situation and save Chen Chuanmo.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qianyuan was so resolute.

Lu Yang naturally knew that what Chen Chuanmo said was false.

Is his search module a joke?

He had only casually searched for the details of when Chen Chuanmo gave those four inner disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain instructions, and everything came flooding back clearly.

It only cost a few tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones in total.

Lu Yang originally thought that since he intended to settle this matter, he should also deal with Chen Chuanmo, the mastermind, as well.

Before he could even speak, Ye Qianyuan had already finished dealing with it himself.

Clean and efficient, without any unnecessary delays.

This saved him a lot of trouble.

He smiled slightly and nodded, saying, "Well, this matter is settled. In that case, I will not stay here any longer. Farewell, Mountain Lord."

Lu Yang cupped his hands in greeting and had Wang Da escort the four inner disciples off the flying boat. Only Lu Yang, Mu Yunxue, Lu Qingtong, and Wang Da remained on the deck.

Ye Qianyuan was overjoyed, but his face was adorned with a warm and reluctant smile: "Since you've taken the time to visit my Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, why don't you come in, sit down, and have a cup of spiritual tea before you leave?"

He said that, but his heart was pounding with anxiety.

Don't agree!

Don't agree!

What if this young master really goes into the mountains and kidnaps their family's guardian beast?!

Lu Yang smiled slightly: "I have other things to do, maybe next time."

Lu Yang wasn't actually very interested in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

Once inside, it's nothing more than another round of polite conversation and awkward flattery from a few old men, which seems rather troublesome.

Instead of wasting time, why not read some books, do some daily tasks, or even discuss the Dao with Senior Sister Mu?

Senior Sister Mu is at least a beautiful woman, isn't it? Looking at her is much more comfortable than looking at these old guys?

Ye Qianyuan was overjoyed, but a perfectly measured look of reluctance and regret appeared on his face: "Young Master's business is important. In that case, I will not insist that you stay."

Lu Yang nodded slightly.

The hull of the Flowing Light Flying Boat trembled slightly, the array patterns on the spirit wood hull suddenly lit up, and the surrounding space distorted slightly for a moment.

Then the entire flying boat silently sailed into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, leaving two white trails in its wake before disappearing into the morning light on the horizon.

In the sky, Ye Qianyuan and the white-haired old man stood in the air.

The white-haired old man dragged Chen Chuanmo, whose eyes were empty and filled with despair, with one hand, while using his spiritual energy to pull along four inner disciples.

Ye Qianyuan used a gentle stream of spiritual energy to steadily support Ding Ran beside him.

A fierce wind howled through the sky, causing the robes of the group to flutter loudly.

In the distance, the demonic mist of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range still surged endlessly in the morning light, flocks of birds rose and fell in the forest, and the roars of demonic beasts echoed one after another... Everything was no different from usual.

Just now, Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain almost experienced the biggest crisis since the establishment of the sect.

After a moment of silence, the white-haired old man finally couldn't help but ask, "Mountain Lord, what is the background of that young master?"

Upon hearing this, a faint light suddenly appeared in Chen Chuanmo's previously despairing and empty eyes.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell that the reason the mountain lord had acted so ruthlessly against him, crippling his cultivation, was entirely because of that mysterious white-robed youth!

He wanted to know who had gotten him into trouble!

Ye Qianyuan glanced at the white-haired old man, then looked at Chen Chuanmo, and said indifferently, "I don't know his identity either. But... his servant has made us Nascent Soul stage old guys feel a deadly threat."

Chen Chuanmo: "..."

The glimmer of light that had just appeared in his eyes vanished instantly.

Mount Wanshou is his greatest asset and the background he is proud of.

Even the Chen family is nothing compared to the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

As a result, his servant was much stronger than the Supreme Elder of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain.

What else is there to say?

However, Ye Qianyuan continued speaking, his tone complex: "Moreover... Chen Chuanmo, the Nine Heavens Golden-Winged Roc egg you wanted was nurtured into a Nascent Soul Perfected Great Demon by that noble young master in just one night. Even the bloodline shackles of the Nine Heavens Golden-Winged Roc were broken."

Chen Chuanmo: "????"

A hint of fear crept into his empty eyes.

In one night, an egg was nurtured into a powerful demon at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage?!

It even broke the shackles of bloodline?!

This egg was even originally the kind that was weak and congenitally deficient?!

This……

No wonder the mountain lord was so resolute!

To be fair, if he, Chen Chuanmo, were in the position of the mountain lord, he would have made the same choice.

Compared to the safety of the entire Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, what is a mere Chen Chuanmo?

Chen Chuanmo's voice was hoarse and hollow: "...Brother, I understand. Thank you, Mountain Lord...for sparing my life."

Ye Qianyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, but his tone was more complex as he slowly said, "From now on, go back to your Chen family and live a peaceful life as a wealthy man. At least you've saved your life."

"...Thank you, Lord Mountain!"

At this moment, Chen Chuanmo felt genuinely grateful to Ye Qianyuan.

If this matter escalates, given this young master's status, the Chen family might be wiped out!

Now, only he has had his cultivation destroyed; at least the Chen family has been preserved.