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

"How much per session?"

Zhang Zhiwei jumped up from his chair and rushed to the gashapon machine, practically pressing his face against the glass to look inside.

"A regular gacha pull costs 100,000, while a high-level gacha pull requires a destined item or an item with strong luck."

"If you recharge more than one billion, I'll give you an exclusive discount."

"One billion..." Zhang Zhiwei touched his pocket, his expression freezing for a moment.

He is indeed the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, but he really doesn't have much money.

A person who cultivates himself has a pure and desireless mind; where would he get a billion dollars in cash?

Standing behind, Lu Jin watched Zhang Zhiwei's longing expression and her mind raced.

Once this old man becomes obsessed with something, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

Rather than letting him act recklessly, it's better for Longhushan to coordinate and manage things, at least keeping the initiative in their hands.

and……

If the crisis three months from now is real, Longhu Mountain will not be able to escape unscathed.

Acquiring these powers sooner gives you more leverage to gain a foothold in the chaos.

"Store Manager."

Lu Jin stepped forward, his tone no longer carrying the arrogance he had before.

"If Longhu Mountain were to cooperate with you in the name of a sect, what conditions would they require?"

"The conditions are very simple."

Li Ang returned to his throne, sat down with his legs crossed, and rested his chin on one hand.

"First, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony must be conducted according to the new rules. All participants must give their all and are not allowed to hold back."

"Second, the selected personnel must cooperate with the training and deployment of cross-dimensional combat formations."

Third, payment will be made in full; no credit will be granted.

Lu Jin was silent for a moment, then asked, "Could you make the gashapon toys cheaper?"

"Buy ten draws and get one free."

Li Ang snapped his fingers, and the holographic projection lit up again, displaying a densely packed catalog of products and price lists.

"However, I suggest you buy a batch of trial packs first, so that the core disciples can try them out."

"For example, buy 500 million worth first."

Lu Jin's lips twitched, but he didn't haggle.

Five hundred million is not a significant blow to Longhushan.

The Celestial Master's Mansion has more to offer than what's on the surface.

The auction of ancient elixir formulas left by successive Celestial Masters alone would be enough to fill this figure.

"I need to go back and ask for instructions," Lu Jin said carefully, choosing her words precisely.

"No problem, Zhang Chulan has the business card, you can come in anytime."

Li Ang didn't say anything, but simply took out a stack of flyers and a business card from under the counter and handed them over.

"Here you go, it has detailed product information and gacha rates."

Lu Jin took the stack of colorful flyers, her expression subtle.

The most bizarre scene in the history of the supernatural world has unfolded...

One of the Ten Elders, the eldest brother of Longhu Mountain, received a bizarre and colorful product brochure at a gashapon shop.

"Ten thousand each time, ten thousand each time, how much money do I have on me again..."

Zhang Zhiwei, completely disregarding his status, was touching and patting the emerald green gashapon machine while muttering to himself.

"Not even once?"

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a crumpled red envelope and two hundred-yuan bills.

"Not enough," Li Ang said mercilessly.

"Why."

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, and his gaze toward Lu Jin turned exceptionally kind.

"Jin."

"No way." Lu Jin refused decisively.

"You haven't even heard what I'm saying yet!"

"You want me to advance you 100,000 yuan for one draw? No, this money must be paid through the company account."

Zhang Zhiwei's face fell, like an old child whose pocket money had been confiscated.

"Alright, alright, Master."

Li Ang watched this scene from his throne and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Seeing how sincere you are, I'll give you your first experience for free, deducted from Zhang Chulan's commission."

"Achoo!"

Zhang Chulan sneezed outside the gate of Longhu Mountain and felt a chill run down his spine.

Li Ang pulled a bright green gashapon from under the counter and tossed it to Zhang Zhiwei.

"What's in here?"

The old man caught it with lightning speed, holding the egg in both hands, his eyes shining.

"Open it and take a look."

Zhang Zhiwei rubbed his hands together and twisted the gashapon capsule open forcefully.

Snapped.

Inside lay a pill the size of a thumb, entirely amber in color, with fine, flowing patterns of light on its surface.

A rich medicinal aroma spread out, enveloping the entire shop in its mellow fragrance.

Lu Jin's pupils suddenly contracted...

It was an extremely pure essence of life, so concentrated that it was absurd.

"The Qi-Nourishing Pill," Li Ang announced, "it repairs damage to the meridians and increases the upper limit of Qi capacity."

"For a cultivator like you who has already reached the pinnacle, it can probably increase the total amount of Qi by about 20%."

Two percent.

Lu Jin felt her breathing slow down.

For someone like Zhang Zhiwei who has already reached the top, even a one percent improvement would be incredibly difficult.

What does 20% mean?

That's equivalent to having an extra ten-level combat power reserve out of thin air.

Zhang Zhiwei brought the pill to his nose and smelled it, a big smile spreading across his face.

Then, without hesitation, he threw it into his mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.

"Zhang Zhiwei!!" Lu Jin almost jumped up from the ground.

"Mmm~~Delicious." Zhang Zhiwei smacked his lips. "It's a bit like a mint."

Lu Jin felt her blood pressure triple in the past five minutes.

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, eyes closed, hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Stimulated by the elixir, the Qi within his body began to surge violently, and a buzzing sound like waves crashing against the shore emanated from his meridians.

The air in the entire gashapon shop became thick and sticky.

The gashapon toys on the shelf were trembling slightly, and the Coke can on the counter slid off by three centimeters.

"Wow."

Li Ang reached out and caught the cola, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes as he looked at the aura emanating from Zhang Zhiwei.

This old man's foundation is indeed ridiculously good.

According to the system's description, it takes at least three days for an ordinary person with supernatural abilities to fully digest the Peiyuan Pill.

The old master's body was like a long-dried sponge, absorbing all the medicinal power.

Thirty seconds.

Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes.

A fleeting glint flashed in those cloudy old eyes, gone in an instant.

He flexed his fingers, clenched his fist, and then revealed a satisfied expression.

"That feels good."

Lu Jin stared intently at Zhang Zhiwei, his Heavenly Eye Technique operating at full power, attempting to capture the changes within Zhang Zhiwei's body.

He saw that the meridian system, which had been saturated to its limit, expanded outward by a full circle under the influence of the medicine.

As the volume of Qi increases dramatically, the resilience of the meridian walls also strengthens.

This improvement truly broadens the upper limit.

"More than 20%." Lu Jin's lips moved, his voice a little dry, "close to 30%."

Zhang Zhiwei has cultivated for nearly a hundred years, and his meridians have long been honed to their peak.

If we increase it by another 30% on this basis, the actual increase in combat power is far more than a simple addition.

This is a person standing on a mountaintop who suddenly discovers there is another set of steps above the summit.

"Awesome!"