He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

"It's a transdimensional item called a Devil Fruit. After eating it, my body can turn into light."

Zhang Chulan didn't hide anything, which could be considered as attracting customers for the boss.

"A Devil Fruit." Zhang Zhiwei clicked his tongue. "Who gave it to you?"

"He sells gashapon toys." Zhang Chulan took out the business card again and held it up. "This business card can open a door to his shop."

"The shop has all sorts of things that are beyond our comprehension: things you can eat, things you can wear, things you can use."

"Ice-Ice Fruit, tactical drones, starships, and gloves that can freeze spirits directly into ice blocks."

Zhang Zhiwei remained silent for a while before pouring the last mouthful of wine from the flask into his mouth.

He casually tossed the empty pot to the disciple behind him.

"Is that guy selling gashapon toys good?"

Zhang Chulan thought about the scenes he had witnessed in the store...

Li Ang shattered Darkseid's projection with a single hand, could deflect any attack back along its original path with a full counterattack, and always maintained a calm and collected expression.

"I don't know where his ceiling is," Zhang Chulan gave an honest answer.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled.

"interesting!"

The old man slapped his thigh, and his spirits lifted, making him look twenty years younger.

He turned and glanced at the mountain gate above the stone steps, then looked back at the business card in Zhang Chulan's hand.

"How do I open that door?"

"Just inject the thought."

Zhang Zhiwei snatched the business card, his eyes gleaming.

A powerful spiritual force, so strong it seemed to solidify the air, poured into the business card, causing the patterns on its surface to suddenly glow with a pale blue light.

hum!

A two-meter-high portal appeared in the void, and on the other side of the portal was a small shop with warm lighting, and the shelves were filled with colorful gashapon toys.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Zhang Lingyu exclaimed in shock, "You can't..."

Zhang Zhiwei has already taken a step.

"etc!"

A gloomy voice rang out from inside the mountain gate, followed by a dark shadow sweeping over everyone's heads and landing steadily beside Zhang Zhiwei.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe.

He had a thin face, narrow eyes, and a condescending, scrutinizing air about him.

Lu Jin.

One of the Ten Elders, the senior disciple of the outer sect of Longhu Mountain, a politically powerful expert with immense influence in the world of supernatural beings.

"Master Zhang, this sect's origins are unclear; what if it's a trap..."

"Then we definitely have to go in and take a look." Zhang Zhiwei turned around cheerfully. "Jin, if you're worried about me getting into trouble, come along."

Lu Jin took a deep look at the teleportation portal, then glanced at Zhang Chulan beside him, whose expression was complicated.

He could sense that the energy level of that door far exceeded his cognitive abilities.

But he couldn't let Zhang Zhiwei take the risk alone.

We cannot allow Longhushan to be absent from this unknown game.

"I'll stay with you."

Lu Jin straightened his sleeves and followed behind Zhang Zhiwei.

The two stepped into the portal one after the other, their figures disappearing into the blue light.

The door closed three seconds later, leaving Zhang Chulan and a group of Longhu Mountain disciples looking at each other in bewilderment.

Zhang Lingyu's face was filled with anxiety and unease.

"Zhang Chulan! What if something happens to Grandmaster Uncle..."

Don't worry.

Zhang Chulan put the business card back in his pocket, found a clean rock to sit on, and crossed his legs.

"My boss has a very good temper."

He paused, then added, "As long as you don't cause trouble."

……

Inside the Gashapon Shop, Li Ang was reclining on the Void Throne, reading comics.

He flipped to the page about Shiba Inu Thor in a copy of "100,000 Cold Jokes," chuckled, and reached for the iced cola next to him.

hum.

The portal's light shone in the very center of the shop.

Li Ang didn't even look up, just turned a page of the comic.

Two figures emerged from the portal of light.

The old man at the front was wearing an old cloth shirt and slippers.

The first thing he did upon entering was look around, just like an old farmer visiting the city.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who followed behind was completely different; he immediately adopted a guarded posture upon entering the room.

His eagle-like eyes swept over every corner of the store, his fingers secretly forming hand seals in his sleeve.

"Oh, we have a guest."

Li Ang finally put down his comic book and waved to the two of them.

He didn't get up from the throne, but simply shifted his body to the side and placed the cola bottle steadily.

"Welcome to the All-Heavens Gacha Shop. A regular gacha pull costs 100,000, and a VIP card is given for recharging over 1 billion."

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze fell on Li Ang.

He sees people differently from others.

To the average person, he appears as a young Asian man in a Mao suit, with a respectable appearance and a professional smile.

But what Zhang Zhiwei saw was... a blank space.

I can't see anything.

His clairvoyance completely failed on this young man; he could not see the flow of Qi, the fluctuations of his spirit, or any of the energy characteristics that a living being should possess.

It's as if the person sitting in front of me isn't a person, but a shell that has been hollowed out.

Or rather, it was an existence beyond his observation range.

"Shopkeeper, your shop is quite nice."

Zhang Zhiwei approached with a smile, his slippers making a clattering sound on the floor.

"A small shop of only 30 square meters can hold so many frightening things."

"Size isn't important, what matters is what's on the shelves." Li Ang lazily gestured. "Are you from Longhu Mountain?"

"Zhang Zhiwei," the old man introduced himself, "I heard you sell some interesting things here, so I came to take a look."

"Ah, the old master himself." Li Ang's smile became more sincere. "I've long admired your name. I've studied your Reverse Rebirth Triple Technique; the concept is ingenious."

Lu Jin's gaze swept around the shop: the gashapon machine, the shelves, the cash register, and the Void Throne floating in mid-air.

A grocery vendor sits on a chair that seems to float in mid-air.

This sense of incongruity made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"May I ask, Your Excellency?"

Lu Jin finally spoke, his voice steady, yet his tone carried the usual authority of an elder of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Are those rumors about you true, that you can grant ordinary people power surpassing that of the Ten Elders overnight?"

"It depends on how you define 'surpassing'," Li Ang shrugged. "Feng Zhenghao ate a fruit and now he can freeze you Ten Elders into ice sculptures. You should know that."

Lu Jin's eye twitched.

The video of Feng Zhenghao crushing Wang Ai in the Tianxiahui has already spread throughout the Ten Elders circle.

That unreasonable freezing ability completely bypassed the "Qi" system of the supernatural world.

A merchant, by spending money to buy a fruit, was able to utterly defeat the Ten Elders who had cultivated for decades.

This made people like Lu Jin feel a deep-seated threat.

The threat of rules being broken.

If power can be bought and sold, what is the point of cultivation?

If money can bypass accumulation and talent, then what is the foundation of aristocratic families that has lasted for hundreds of years?

Lu Jin's mind raced for a moment, but her face remained impassive.

"In that case, would you be so kind as to demonstrate your skills to us?"