News came every second at Moneyfall about successful treasure hunts and death.

Opportunities came with risks. It didn’t matter the fierce monsters appearing at a particular treasure ground. They couldn’t deter greed so people continued trying.

“Southern Border Mountain got one disciple using three hundred stones at the True Disciple’s sixth level to trade for a magical fur with a consciousness over at the wildland. It’s going to be worth so much since this is something that belongs to a legendary beast, even its fur and skin are sentient to an extent. The sky’s the limit with such an item.” An old cultivator spread this message.

“That little coins for a magical fur?!” Eyes turned red instantly after hearing this.

“Let’s go to the wildland, that’s...