Such a loud yell caused the three women to lower their heads and glance down below. The one in the green dress seemed to be the eldest in her twenties, the one in the pink dress seemed to be the youngest at just seventeen or eighteen, and the one in a floral-print dress was in the middle at just twenty years of age. All three of them wore extremely daring clothing with skirts so short they were well above their knees, leaving their long, pale legs out in the open with shoes made of flower and vine upon their feet.

　　Since they were flying in the air towards the border of the basin, how could anyone not see everything they had? Of course, seeing was one thing, daring to say it aloud was a completely different matter.

　　Jambu was separated into several areas of various forces, consisting of roughly four large areas: eastern Chufung, the western deserts, southern Ghost, and the northern mountains. These three fairies were some of the top elite cultivators of the northern mountains, meaning their name and status was on pair with the top four elites of the western deserts and Chufung’s five disciples of the Snowy Mountains—no ordinary person would dare to provoke them. To put it bluntly, even if the three of them had flown past completely naked, not many people would dare to give a second glance, let alone yell out that they were doing so.

　　All the cultivators around the horse carriage were fearful of being dragged into it and moved away, causing a large empty space to form. The three fairies held up their hands and pressed down on their fingers to stop their movement while they looked down at Fang Xing with different expressions.

　　The green-dressed woman showed a half-smile and asked, “Is my underwear pretty, little brother?”

　　“Ah, you uh, actually want to talk about that….” Fang Xing blushed before holding his head up with a smile. “It’s very pretty, but it’d be even prettier if you weren’t wearing it….”

　　“Hmph, where did this little bastard come from?” the floral-dressed woman demanded with a cold gaze before flicking her dainty finger towards Fang Xing, causing a thin pink mist to float towards him. “How dare you tease us!”

　　“Hehe….” The large flag over the carriage released an almost transparent black smoke, instantly causing the pink mist to disappear upon contact. Fang Xing didn’t even bother with the floral-dressed woman’s small tricks; with the Peng King next to him, it would have been strange if such a mist would hurt him at all. He put his hands on his hips and began to curse at her instead, “What tease? You’re the one wearing so little! You’re saying I’m not allowed to look?”

　　“You…!” The floral-dressed woman became furious and her body shifted as though preparing to dash at him here and now, but the green-dressed woman stepped in front of her and smiled. “What this little brother said is not wrong. We’ve worn so little clothing; how can we stop others from looking at us? At least when he looked, he knew to praise us. It’s much better than those who look at us with gleaming eyes but later turn their backs and call us wh*res, right? Let him be this time, the opportunity is more important….” Still all smiles, she winked towards Fang Xing and casually threw a small flower blossom down his way. The blossom slowly fell down from the air to land atop the carriage, followed by her giggling. “Little brother, seeing as you’ve been so honest, here’s a little gift for you.”

　　“Continuous Bloom?” Fang Xing instantly knew the species of this small blossom when he saw it, and he accepted it with a smile. “Thanks!”

　　When she saw Fang Xing had accepted the flower so quickly without hesitation or worrying it might be poisoned, the green-dressed woman was at first a little surprised but soon began to softly laugh. “This little brother is indeed very interesting; he actually dares to accept gifts from us! I must say, I’m starting to like you more and more!” As her chime-like laugh settled in the air, the three fairies resumed flying towards the border of the basin while a thin trail of pink mist was left behind.

　　“Those three are experts in using poison, and the poison they use is so dangerous even Golden Cores are frightened by it. Are you not scared?” the blue-clothed bandit asked after letting out a soft sigh.

　　Fang Xing snickered. “Don’t I have you around? Aren’t you an expert at detoxification?”

　　The blue-clothed bandit let out a long, helpless sigh. He set his forehead into his palm and said nothing more.

　　Fang Xing took his little blossom before sending a message to the Peng King, “One by one, all of these people’s entrances are so grandiose! Old Peng, let’s go and grab a good spot, too!” Joking aside, he could tell the opportunity would arrive where all the clouds of Qi had gathered—at the center of the basin. Whether it was the son of the western deserts’ Han clan or these three fairies from the northern mountains, all of them had gone out of their way to get a good spot so they could enter the moment the instant the opportunity appeared. Fang Xing naturally needed to find a good location for himself as well.

　　“Shixiong Leng… isn’t that the Myriad Beasts Sect servant?” someone asked in a low voice from near the border not too far away from Fang Xing. The voice had come from the group of Snowy Mountain elite disciples of the Wanluo Court led by Leng Ziyan. They’d arrived much earlier than Fang Xing, and he’d managed to catch their attention when he teased the three fairies of the northern mountains. Someone had recognized him with a single glance, so they reminded Leng Ziyan while wondering whether or not they should go and meet up with Fang Xing to join forces.

　　Leng Ziyan looked towards Fang Xing with a cold gaze. His face was pale, but within that paleness was a hint of gloom, as though something was wrong. He was nearly moved when he first saw Fang Xing, but he soon calmed down and said, “We all have our own opportunities; why is there the need to meet with him? Once we’re done with the opportunities at this place, we’re planning on leaving the Mysterious Domain anyway!”

　　The Wanluo Court disciples were all surprised by these words, and it took a moment before someone finally spoke. “Shixiong Leng, more and more powerful people are arriving even now. Are we really confident we can take the opportunity from their hands? Fang Xiaojiu—the servant of the Myriad Beasts Sect—single-handedly killed four groups of people earlier, and I heard his battle prowess is very strong. Wouldn’t we have much better odds with his help?”

　　Leng Ziyan’s expression became rather awkward when he heard this. He lightly coughed while holding a handkerchief over his mouth, yet even though some dark blood was revealed from the cough, there also seemed to be a bit of anger on his face. “This is still considered the outer area of the Mysterious Domain and there aren’t too many really powerful cultivators. Are you afraid I can’t protect you or something? Or do you feel it’d be better to be with that servant than with me? Hmph, what is he? He’s nothing! I am one of the five Snowy Mountain disciples, appointed personally by the five grand elders! As long as everyone minds their own business, why would there be any problem?”

　　Seeing Leng Ziyan become angry, the Wanluo disciples all became quiet. Their faces were filled with hesitation and they didn’t know how to respond.

　　Leng Ziyan released another breath. “You all can be at peace. As long as I don’t face against the son of the Han clan of the western deserts or those three fairies from the northern mountains, I’m not afraid of anyone. Besides, do you really think it’s going to be an easy ride following that servant? Heh, he angered the people from the Blackwater Lakeside; I’m afraid he can’t protect even himself. Wouldn’t following him be chasing after more problems?”

　　The Wanluo disciples looked at each other in dismay, and any mention of Fang Xiaojiu stopped.

　　Leng Ziyan let out a long sigh, and a hint of worry began to form in the depths of his gaze. He felt so helpless nowadays. When Grand Elder Wanluo hadn’t taken a liking to him at all back at the Snowy Mountain, he’d started thinking of ways to mock Fang Xing to goad him into voluntarily leaving the Wanluo Court. He’d succeeded and the Myriad Beasts Sect servant indeed left overnight without showing himself again even once before the Mysterious Domain opened….

　　He’d gotten what he wanted, but what happened afterwards was different from what he’d imagined. When he entered the Mysterious Domain, he realized that even with Grand Elder Wanluo’s teachings and a substantial increase in battle prowess, he could only be considered “average” in a place teeming with so many young elites. When he fought against the cultivators from the southern Ghost Kingdom, he was greatly disadvantaged and wounded, preventing him from keeping up with Prince Chu Huang. He’d had no other choice but to leave the main party and bring the Wanluo disciples with him to this place in the Mysterious Domain’s outer area, wishing to serve as their guardian so these Spirit Stage disciples could gather their own Spirit Stage fortunes.

　　And yet, the servant who’d left the Wanluo Court had become more and more renowned. He single-handedly wiped out four clans in the Mysterious Domain and his name had spread throughout the Mysterious Domain. Leng Ziyan was nothing more than a useless piece of trash in comparison, and the Wanluo disciples even wanted to seek out this servant to follow him instead.

　　Leng Ziyan couldn’t just sit still and do nothing while watching all of this happen in front of him. The five Golden Cores of the Snowy Mountain had already formed an alliance, and so it was obvious they’d agreed on the final proportions of the gains. He’d discovered in advance that even if he’d been abandoned, he was still considered one of the five Foundation Stages of the Snowy Mountain; once they departed from the Mysterious Domain and began to distribute treasure, he’d still wind up with a share despite not contributing much. If this person who’d abandoned the Wanluo Court took his place, however, his hopes would be dashed. With such a thought in mind, he wouldn’t acknowledge Fang Xing even if it meant taking a riskier path….

　　Just at that moment, Fang Xing excitedly waved his giant flag while secretly speaking to the Peng King, “Quick quick quick, get those five young dragons out to pull our carriage! We’ve gotta put on a show as well so this Snowy Mountain’s Uncle Fang doesn’t lose face!”

　　Stunned by this, the Peng King responded, “Power and prestige should come from within and be self-evident, yet you want to deliberately show off?”

　　“What do you know? People rely on their clothing and horses rely on their saddle. How can it be equal when someone is riding on a horse and the other person is riding on a donkey?”

　　The Peng King released a helpless sigh, but he still accepted this little bastard’s request and helped put on a bit of a show. Black smoke rose up to cover the entirety of the carriage, and within that black smoke, five young dragons from Grand Elder Jing Guang’s Ancient tool appeared in order to pull the carriage. The Flag of Ten Thousand Spirits then began to rise higher upon the carriage while the words “Snowy Mountain’s Uncle Fang Jiu” reappeared….

　　“He’s Fang Xiaojiu? No wonder he has the guts to flirt with the fairies of temptation from the northern mountains….”

　　“Is he the one who ended the entire branch of Grand Elder Jing Guang? TheFang Xiaojiu? He’s actually showing himself here!”

　　“The young master of the Huangfu clan wanted to capture him; should we take him?”

　　“Are you crazy? This person is way too big for us. I heard he’s been plundering all over the place the past few days, and who knows how many clans and sects he’s robbed clean? Although he’s infuriated everyone, no one’s been able to do anything about it. The viciousness of his name is almost on par with Fang Xing, who the Huangfu clan openly put a bounty on; how is that someone people like us can dare to provoke? Step back, step back for now. The opportunity is more important, so don’t provoke this person….”

　　The horse carriage rumbled loudly forward with a grandiose display while all the terrified cultivators backed away to clear a path.

　　Fang Xing began to excitedly speak to the Peng King, “Haha, did you see? That’s the good thing about putting on a show. Your little grandpa here isn’t a some nobody anymore—”

　　“Hold it! You are the Chufung Snowy Mountain disciple who killed Yuan Shenglian? Get out of your carriage immediately, I have questions to ask you!” a cold and stern voice suddenly rose up before Fang Xing was finished speaking. The voice belonged to a cultivator holding a blue longsword while standing in front of their carriage.

　　The Peng King snickered. “Looks like your name isn’t intimidating enough. Your show brings only trouble….”

　　Seeing this, Fang Xing immediately grew angry and shouted, “Just go over him, Old Peng! Run him down!”