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

Sanlidunfang outside the city.

The glittering flying boat hung there silently, its hundred-foot-long hull casting a large shadow on the setting sun's rays, which fell into the valley outside the market, like a pale golden cloud that had suddenly pressed down.

The array patterns on the hull were still slowly flowing, and layer upon layer of light flowed from the keel to the stern, silently but making it hard to breathe.

The defensive array surrounding the market briefly lit up, and the thin spiritual energy shield, which had just begun to glow with a faint blue light, shattered with a pop, as if gently squeezed by some invisible hand.

It wasn't breached; it was deliberately locked down from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, figures flew out from the three major family territories in the center of the market, their robes fluttering in the air, and hurriedly arrived in front of the flying boat.

Among these people were elderly men with white hair and beards, middle-aged men with calm faces, and women with tense expressions.

They were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, which would make them high-ranking figures in a small place like Sanlidun.

But at this moment, their expressions were extremely respectful, and cold sweat poured out of their foreheads, running down their temples without them bothering to wipe it away.

They would steal glances at the ridiculously large flying ship every now and then, then quickly look away, their eyes filled with awe.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair, a long beard neatly combed, and wearing a dark brown brocade robe.

He took the lead, clasping his hands in a fist salute, his waist bowed very low, his voice trembling slightly: "Senior, I am Wang He from Sanlidun Market, and I, along with the heads of the Wang, Mi, and Lan families, respectfully welcome you!"

The airship was quiet.

The deck was as spacious as a plaza, with carved railings and majestic pavilions, yet there wasn't a single person in sight.

Only the setting sun cast its unobstructed rays upon the pale golden hull of the boat, carrying a touch of the desolate twilight.

The three cultivators hung suspended in mid-air, their backs drenched in cold sweat, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

They never imagined that a spaceship of this caliber would come to their small place.

Are you kidding me?

As Foundation Establishment cultivators, they had all seen Golden Core cultivators to some extent.

Even a Golden Core cultivator couldn't possibly possess a flying boat of this caliber!

A hundred-foot flying boat!

How many years would it take to carve those layers upon layers of array patterns on the hull of the light ship? How many enormous quantities of rare and precious materials would be needed to forge it?!

They have absolutely no idea what the flying boat is or what it's doing in Sanlidun Market.

The air was so quiet it was unsettling.

Below the market, countless cultivators looked up at the flying boat in the sky.

The vendors in the open market area forgot to call out their wares, the shop assistants ran out onto the street, and even the secluded cultivators in the cave area pushed open their doors and came out.

Most people's eyes were filled with fear.

Something of this caliber is obviously not something an ordinary person can handle.

If anyone were to slightly anger the big shots above, who knows if their small market town would be wiped out with a flick of the wrist?

When faced with the strong, the weak cannot even grasp their own destiny.

In the outer cave area, He Xiaoyue's heart was also in her throat.

She looked tense, clenched her fists, and turned to look around. Her neighbors, whom she used to see every day in the cave area, all had similar expressions to her.

Everyone's face was pale, their lips were pressed tightly together, and they didn't even dare to whisper loudly.

Please, please don't let anything happen...

He Xiaoyue swallowed.

There was a Daoist partner lying on the stone bed in the house, who had difficulty even sitting up, and a daughter who had just turned twelve in the kitchen.

If something happens in the market, what can she, a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator who isn't even good at fighting, do?

Just then, the doors of the seven-story palace in the center of the flying ship opened.

A figure walked out of the door.

He was a slightly thin boy.

The young man was dressed in a white robe with gold patterns, worn by an outer disciple of the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect. The fabric shimmered faintly in the sunlight, and a belt of the sect's standard style was tied around his waist. He looked clean and tidy.

He looked a little nervous, his lips were pursed, and his steps were a little unnatural, but his eyes were filled with an uncontrollable excitement.

Upon seeing the boy, Wang He and the others were all stunned.

Then, their eyes widened suddenly, and their respectful expressions turned into incredulous astonishment.

"This is... Wang Siyuan?!"

"Wang Siyuan? The Wang Siyuan who joined the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect before?"

"It's him?! What's he doing on this airship??"

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators quickly transmitted their voices to each other, their voices trembling slightly.

As Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, their memory is naturally quite good.

In the past twenty years, only one promising talent has emerged from Sanlidunfang City who has been able to enter the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect. How could they not remember him?

When Wang Siyuan was found to have a mid-grade spiritual root and received the notification to join the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, the three families specially sent people to congratulate him and gave Wang Ming and He Xiaoyue a lot of courtesy.

After all, no one can say for sure whether this young man will soar to great heights after entering the sect. If he becomes a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the future, that would be a good thing.

As Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, their memory is naturally exceptional.

Wang Siyuan is the only cultivator from Fangshi to enter the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect in the past fifty years.

The three families had initially treated Wang Siyuan's family with some courtesy.

After all, no one knows whether Wang Siyuan will soar to great heights after entering the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect and become a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the future.

However, Wang Siyuan failed the entrance examination for several years after entering the sect, and the three sects gradually forgot about him.

A disciple who can't even get into the outer sect can at most be a menial servant in the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect, and his chances of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime are extremely slim.

There was no threat to the three companies, so they naturally didn't bother to pay any more attention.

They never expected to see the boy again in such a setting.

A hundred-foot flying boat!

This is a hundred-foot-long flying boat!

How high must a person's status be to own such a flying boat?

Let alone Wang Siyuan, a mere disciple who hasn't even made it into the outer sect, even Foundation Establishment cultivators like themselves, or even Golden Core cultivators from Golden Core families, might not be qualified to board this flying boat, right?

How did Wang Siyuan end up on top?

Wang Siyuan walked onto the deck and looked at the cultivators from the three major families hovering outside the flying boat.

Seeing the awe and caution on their faces, Wang Siyuan felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him.

Once upon a time, he was someone even the servants of the three major families in the market had to look up to, let alone these Foundation Establishment stage ancestors, who were all important figures he could never even see!

He never expected that these people would look at him like that.

All of this was brought about by Senior Brother Lu.

Senior Brother Lu is invincible!!

He took a deep breath to suppress his excitement.

He then strolled to the edge of the deck, rested his hand on the carved railing, and slightly raised his chin.

He said bluntly, "Wait a moment, Senior Brother Lu will be out soon."

Faced with Wang Siyuan's impolite tone, Wang He and the others showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever, and their smiles didn't even change.

Wang He, who was in the lead, clasped his hands repeatedly and said humbly, "No rush, no rush. It is our honor to be able to wait here."

Wang He paused, then cautiously glanced at Wang Siyuan before tentatively asking, "This gentleman, are you perhaps young Master Wang Siyuan?"

Wang Siyuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile: "I am Wang Siyuan."

The eyes of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators flashed simultaneously, and the tension in their hearts tightened instantly.

They still held onto a sliver of hope.

Perhaps they just look alike? Or maybe it's a mistake?

I never expected it to actually be Wang Siyuan!

Their mood immediately became extremely tense.

Over the years, although they haven't bullied Wang Siyuan's parents and sister, they've completely ignored them.

After all, a disciple who can't even pass the entrance exam will have a hard time breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage in the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect. He poses no threat to them, so they naturally don't bother to take care of Wang Siyuan's family.

But who would have thought that Wang Siyuan would have such a background now?

If something were to happen to the Wang family during this period, and they were to take their anger out on them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The thoughts of the Foundation Establishment cultivators were churning, and cold sweat poured down their foreheads even faster.

They had absolutely no idea what the Wang family's situation was, and could only pray in their hearts that nothing went wrong.

Wang He was the first to regain his composure, forcing a warm smile and bowing slightly: "So it really is Young Master Wang... May I ask, who is this Senior Brother Lu you mentioned...?"

Wang Siyuan felt secretly pleased as he looked at Wang He's almost ingratiating smile.

He was still a boy under twenty years old. The big shot who was once difficult to even look up to was now fawning over him. How could he not be excited?

His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could barely suppress the urge to smile.

However, he quickly suppressed that excitement.

Now that I'm with Senior Brother Lu, I can't let him down!

What is Senior Brother Lu's identity?

Even if I'm just running errands for Senior Brother Lu, I can't let a few Foundation Establishment stage cultivators flatter me.

That would be too degrading.

He recalled Senior Brother Lu's composed demeanor towards Elder Xiao and Uncle Mu, and deliberately imitated it, revealing a faint smile on his face as he said unhurriedly, "What is Senior Brother Lu's identity? Is it any of your business to inquire about it? You just need to wait."

Even though Wang Siyuan spoke so rudely, Wang He and the others still smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Young Master Wang is right to reprimand us. We were too talkative."

Just then, two more figures slowly emerged from the palace.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators instinctively looked over.

The moment they saw the man's figure, Wang He and the others froze on the spot, their pupils shrinking sharply.

He was a young man who defied description.

He was only wearing a simple white robe, yet he possessed an aura that made it impossible to look away.

His face was flawless, his features as if sculpted by the hand of Heaven itself, neither too much nor too little would be excessive or incomplete.

What's most captivating is his aura—pure and ethereal, as if a celestial being descended to earth. Standing before that magnificent palace gate, he is more impossible to ignore than the entire flying boat or the entire sky.

He simply stood there, and everything around him seemed to fade away, leaving only that one figure in the world.

Wang He and the others felt a buzzing in their heads, a slight tremor in their Dao hearts, and a momentary blankness in their consciousness.

"Senior Brother Lu, Senior Sister Lin, you're out!"

Wang Siyuan's voice startled Wang He and the others awake.

Several Foundation Establishment cultivators came to their senses, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.

They exchanged a glance, both seeing the sheer horror in each other's eyes.

What just happened...?

The man's figure seemed to directly interfere with their Dao hearts, imprinting himself into their consciousness in an incredibly domineering manner.

They had lived for hundreds of years and had never encountered anything like this before!

This is... "Senior Brother Lu"?!

Wang He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent emotions surging in his heart, bowed, and clasped his hands in a salute.

Behind him, the heads of the Mi and Lan families also bowed in unison, none of them daring to raise their heads.

"Wang He of the Wang family greets Lord Lu!"

"Greetings, Lord Lu!"