A Cultivator Unlike Any Cultivator

Luo Yunxi was actually a very proud fellow.

Proud people were always unwilling to live beneath others.

So when facing those in his own sect whose cultivation realms were higher than his, he could hold his head high and say, "Just wait three years."

When facing a massive cultivator group like Heyang City, only the few people led by Jiang Tingyun were worthy of his notice.

Even when he clearly knew how powerful his sect's forces were, he could directly face his uncle and speak of leading the sect in rebellion.

All of this came from his recognition of his own talent and confidence. If he had been some mediocre man, Empty Mountain Valley was already wealthy and powerful enough. With everyone within supporting him, he would only need to lie low and behave himself, and he would eventually become the master of a sect.

But the Zhou Shengyun before him completely crushed him in another direction.

Why could a Golden Core cultivator from a gathering place for rogue cultivators have amassed treasures no less impressive than a sect's treasury?!

Luo Yunxi roared inwardly, unable to contain himself.

And what puzzled him most was Zhou Shengyun himself. The other man gave him a feeling utterly unlike any cultivator he had encountered before.

He had never seen a cultivator so extreme and divided.

One moment he was meeting him with cold eyes; the next, he was blazing with enthusiasm.

It was as though buying low and selling high, chasing profit, had been his pursuit since birth.

Yet no matter how wrong it felt, Luo Yunxi knew that when he was shouldering the burden alone, everything had to prioritize his own objective.

Would his disgust and complaints toward the other party help this purchase?

They would not.

Then he would endure it