Mate Selection Criteria: Big Breasts, Slim Waist, Round Hips

Seeing the thousand-gold bounty, Yue Yang nearly turned himself in!

Even if he did not understand the saying "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be toppled by the wind," he had heard it often enough. Yue Yang did not think it was a good idea to tell the world that he was that hidden Innate powerhouse. The royal family of the twenty-third kingdom would certainly be delighted—a new Innate powerhouse would strengthen the nation—but what would the other two great nations think? They might assassinate him before he had the chance to grow into a peak powerhouse... He was so young, yet already Innate. He had not taken any spiritual medicines, nor did he possess a divine beast. Even an idiot could guess that the Innate cultivation technique he practiced was extraordinary. Other Innate powerhouses might very well covet it too.

So, before becoming absolutely invincible, it was better to keep a low profile, act in secret, and make a fortune quietly.

Yue Yang smiled, pulled up his black scarf to cover his face, and swaggered into the Mercenary Guild.

The hall was packed with mercenaries, but no one could possibly know that this masked youth was the Innate powerhouse the entire world was seeking. Those drinking continued drinking, and those gambling kept gambling.

At a glance, anyone could tell that someone dressed in black and masked like Yue Yang was a fledgling thief who had only recently entered the trade.

Other than keeping a tighter grip on their money pouches, there was nothing worth paying attention to!

"Excuse me, what procedures are needed to register as a mercenary?" Yue Yang was extremely polite on the surface. In the Mercenary Guild, the more polite one was, the weaker one appeared, and the more easily one was looked down upon. Yue Yang wanted everyone in the world to consider him weak. Only then could he make a fortune quietly, so he put on an expression that said, I'm weak, please don't bully me.

"Pay the fee and fill out the form. If you have money, you can buy a Mercenary Star Badge. Every time you complete a mission, it records your mission points and automatically raises your mercenary rank, but that'll cost another ten silver coins." There was no voluptuous beauty receiving guests at the Mercenary Guild as Yue Yang had imagined, only a bald old man with an oily face.

"I-I can't write. Could you fill it out for me? I-I'll pay one silver coin." Of course Yue Yang could write, but he was afraid someone might recognize his handwriting.

There were all sorts of talented experts on the Dragon Soaring Continent.

What if some remarkable person could identify him through his handwriting?

Paying this old man to fill it out was much safer. None of this was important anyway, as long as he could obtain some bounty missions through the Mercenary Guild.

The old man had seen plenty of illiterate mercenaries, but he liked taking advantage of newcomers. He had decided Yue Yang was a greenhorn fresh out of the gate. This kid was willing to pay a silver coin just to have someone fill out a form? One silver coin was worth a hundred copper coins! If this brat threw money around like it was nothing, what else could he be but a sucker? The old man immediately stopped being polite and snorted. "I can fill it out for you, but it'll cost three silver coins."

Yue Yang despised this greedy old man from the bottom of his heart, but he looked even more hesitant on the surface. "Three is too much. Two silver coins, I'll pay two. Please help me fill out this form?"

When the mercenaries in the hall saw the old man bullying a newbie, they all burst out laughing.

Bullying newbies was a fine tradition of the Mercenary Guild!

At that moment, a masked thief with a slender build but bright, sparkling eyes walked in from the entrance. She snatched the paper and pen from Yue Yang's hand and scolded, "Two silver coins to have someone fill out a form? Did a donkey kick you in the head? He's staff. It's his duty to help illiterate people fill out forms! An idiot like you wants to be a thief? You'll starve to death sooner or later! Tell me, what's your name?"

"You'll fill it out for me? Thank you, brother, thank you so much!" Yue Yang put on an expression of boundless gratitude and reached out to hug her.

"Stop, or I'll kick you right out the door... Idiot, what's your name?" The bright-eyed thief immediately glared at Yue Yang when she heard him call her "brother."

"My name is Titan." Yue Yang regretted being too slow to get that hug. He pretended to watch the bright-eyed thief fill out the form while leaning closer and taking deep breaths of her fragrance. Nice, this "brother" smelled wonderful, refreshing enough to soothe the heart. It was much like the legendary delicate scent of a virgin. Yue Yang kept a straight face, but somewhere below, he had shamefully gotten hard.

"Titan? What kind of strange name is that? I feel like I've heard it somewhere before!" The bright-eyed thief furrowed her pretty brows.

"It's the name of a type of dwarf! Titan, yes, they're extremely short, and they're also a bunch of losers. After being defeated by their enemies, they were thrown into Titan Hell..." Yue Yang explained.

"That doesn't sound right. If so, why would you take the name of such defeated dwarves for yourself?" The bright-eyed thief was quite clever. Sensing something strange, she questioned him suspiciously. But if Yue Yang could be stumped by this "brother," he would not be a transmigrator. Smiling with his eyes, he put on an impassioned expression. "Precisely because Titan was a defeated dwarf, I want to remember that name forever and remind myself never to become the same kind of loser!"

"..." The bright-eyed thief was speechless. If that were really the reason, he could just remember it in his heart. Why give himself such a miserable name?

Still, defeated dwarves named Titan... Something about it felt wrong.

Seeing Yue Yang grin so slyly, the bright-eyed thief snorted, quickly filled in his name, gender, and profession, then asked, "How old are you this year?"

Yue Yang counted on his fingers, then answered solemnly, "Two hundred years old, but still unmarried. Seeking a girlfriend sincerely for ten thousand years. My standards aren't high. She only needs to be as beautiful as a fairy, with big breasts, a slim waist, and round hips."

The moment he said that, every mercenary in the room spat out their drinks.

Had this guy gone lovesick?

The legendary toad dreaming of swan meat was probably talking about this brat!

The bright-eyed thief rolled her eyes. "Why don't you also say she needs big breasts and round hips, and has to love you for ten thousand years?"

Yue Yang wore an expression that brooked no argument. "Loving me for ten thousand years is only the minimum. A hundred thousand years would be better, and I wouldn't mind a million years either!"

"Love your head!" The bright-eyed thief punched Yue Yang flying. She wondered why she was talking to a madman tonight, and felt utterly depressed. Yue Yang, however, was in an excellent mood. He reached out and patted the bright-eyed thief's shoulder. "Thank you, brother. That line, 'Love your head,' was quite good. Very direct, very open-hearted. A real man should love passionately and spectacularly! But maybe it would be even better if it were changed to 'Kiss my face.' Fine, I'll use it next time I pick up a girl. Is the form done? Thank you very much, brother. I'll treat you to a late-night meal! I heard the tavern in the eastern part of town has a new girl with ** as big as footballs. Come on, let's have a few drinks and flirt with her while we're at it!"

"You... Football? What's a football?" Yue Yang had nearly choked the bright-eyed thief to death with his nonsense, but she was soon drawn in by the unfamiliar term and asked curiously.