Half an hour earlier, Zhao Nuotai had still been traveling through one rural world after another, trading various resources unique to those worlds with local cultivators and ordinary merchants.
It was actually much like those traders who bought mountain goods from the countryside.
However, Zhao Nuotai greatly enjoyed being treated as an important figure when trading with country folk.
Those natives, who had never witnessed the abundance of goods or the brilliance of cultivation methods from the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, worshipped him like a god whenever they saw him. When he proposed a trade, they would often exchange their best possessions for a tiny bit of worthless junk from his hands.
If he casually let slip even a little valuable material, those natives would treat it as a supreme treasure and offer up resources unique to their world in return.
Though these special goods were not especially valuable, they never lacked buyers. Zhao Nuotai had built up his current strength precisely by constantly traveling through rural worlds like this.
Not long ago, he had finally cleared the 119th floor of the Resource Tower and become one of the big shots many cultivators talked about.
Who could have known that fortune was so unpredictable?
This time, he encountered disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect while he was out procuring goods.
At the time, he had ridden a magical beast that looked remarkably like a Giant Dragon. With a pipe in hand, he leisurely descended into the grand square of a city. A crowd of natives immediately knelt on the ground and respectfully cried, "Welcome the Dragon King's descent!"
Dragon King was the nickname he had given himself while traveling through rural worlds to collect mountain goods. It was mainly meant to fool the country folk into thinking he