Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System



Han Cai had succeeded in establishing a rapport with a number of Core Formation cultivators during his stay in the Emerald Wind Grassland. He found these cultivators to be quite vocal about their reverence for a certain figure – the "Amber Peak's Lightning Elder". This person was no ordinary cultivator; he was a Nascent Soul cultivator who had carved out a legendary status for himself among the lower realm cultivators of Emerald Wind Grassland. His path to fame had been paved with the unpredictable Scorching Lightning Diabolical Art and a ruthless demeanor that was as intimidating as it was commendable.

Talk was rife about the imminent ascension of the Lightning Elder to the status of an Earth Immortal. Many believed that he was on the brink of making the leap, his formidable aura matching that of legendary figures like Ancestor Qin Peak. The Lightning Elder's sole reign over Ember Peak was an indisputable fact. His iron-fisted rule had deterred any potential challenge to his authority, solidifying his place as an illustrious figure. This overwhelming dominance led to speculation about the alliances the Elder could be forming. Could it be that the Eternal Grace Sect had managed to persuade him to lend his strength to their cause?

Amidst these swirling speculations, Han Cai remained unperturbed. With a calm air about him, he lifted his gaze to the Azure Treasure Ship. The Lightning Elder might have been viewed as an invincible entity by the other cultivators, a force of nature to be feared and respected. But to Han Cai, he was a nonentity, not worthy of any particular attention. His attention was firmly affixed to the Azure Treasure Ship, as if the Elder did not merit even a second glance from him.

Han Cai mused over the oddities and intricacies of this world, his thoughts like a tranquil stream flowing through the landscape of his consciousness. It was conceivable that once upon a time, back when he was still in Diaxing, when he was still young and beginning his journey of cultivation, this Lightning Elder might have posed a threat to him. Indeed, this man, in the early days of his own journey, could have been a formidable adversary, a formidable force that he would have had to brace himself against. 

However, things had drastically changed over the course of his cultivation. As Han Cai further embraced his cultivation, his powers grew, and so did his understanding of the world and the beings within it. This so-called formidable force now stood before him as nothing more than a source of amusement. He chuckled softly to himself, a subtle smirk curling on his lips as he thought about the man who was once perceived as a threat. 

His amusement did not stop at the Lightning Elder; it encompassed the entire setup that stood before him. He looked around, taking in the scene of the overly serious cultivators and their rigid hierarchy. With a mere thought, he had the power to disrupt the entire order, to assert his superiority. Yet he chose to hold back, content with observing the comedy unfold.

Just as these thoughts ebbed in his mind, a woman clad in regal emerald robes gracefully disembarked from the Azure Treasure Ship. She moved with a regal elegance that was truly captivating, her lithe figure gliding down like a leaf swaying in the breeze. Her aura, reminiscent of a calm lake on a clear day, hinted at a profound depth. The aura that surrounded her was laced with grace, adding an air of sophistication to her demeanor. 

Her visage, partly concealed by a veil of faint green, was an enigmatic charm. The Veil danced around her face like a nebulous curtain of light, shrouding her features yet doing nothing to hide the hint of nobility that was intrinsic to her being. The Qi moved with her, creating an otherworldly spectacle that left the onlookers entranced. 

Immediately following her descent, Xiaolian and Ziyan rushed forward to greet her. The duo, who had been observing from the sidelines, made their way towards her. With hurried steps, they navigated the crowd, their gazes fixated on the enigmatic woman descending from the Azure Treasure Ship. They advanced, their expressions eager yet composed, ready to welcome the woman who had just stepped onto their terrain.

Upon reaching her, Ziyan, her eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion, softly queried, "Junior Martial Sister Wan, why is the Lightning Elder here? Did you invite him?" Her tone carried a touch of surprise, laced with a hint of disappointment. The woman's brow was creased in a frown, her eyes carrying an echo of confusion. "There was no need for such an effort!" she added, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

Xiaolian, hearing Ziyan's words, nodded in agreement, voicing her own thoughts about the presence of the Lightning Elder. "I agree. The Lightning Elder is not someone to be trifled with. Evoking devils is easy, but bidding them goodbye is difficult!" She spoke with a stern, resolute voice, her words underscoring the serious concern she harbored regarding the Elder's presence. Her stern expression only deepened as she added, "Besides, we already have sufficient manpower at our disposal!" Her statement revealed not just her pragmatic nature, but also a hint of dissatisfaction that echoed Ziyan's sentiment.

The woman garbed in emerald robes responded to the concerns raised by Xiaolian and Ziyan with a nonchalant air, her voice steady and unfazed. "Didn't you two Senior Sisters also assert that we had enough manpower while transporting the goods?" she questioned, a hint of surprise coloring her words. It was evident that she did not agree with their assessment, her words revealing a difference in perspectives. She remained unfazed by their concerns, her calm demeanor standing as a testament to her self-assured nature.

The response of the woman in emerald robes took them by surprise, and it was clear from their expressions that they had not anticipated her question. The change in discourse compelled them to reevaluate their stance, their preconceived notions facing a direct challenge. It wasn't merely a statement, but a counter that raised questions about their own judgement and decision-making. Yet, the woman stood her ground, her poise unbroken amidst the subtly rising tension.

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