What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Liu Bo's eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at Rong Jing in disbelief.

"Thank you so much, Sister Jing! My dear sister!"

Liu Bo yelled in his hoarse voice, "Why should I risk my life to guarantee this deal?! What does this business have to do with me?!"

Rong Jing glared at him and whispered in Liu Bo's ear.

"Shut up! Don't you want to make a good impression on that grandpa?"

"Now is your time to shine!"

……

Liu Bo looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.

Wei Peng watched this scene with his brows furrowed, remaining motionless.

At this time.

Luo Yurou stepped forward and stood next to Rong Jing.

She first clasped her hands together, performing a standard martial arts salute.

"My Lord, I understand your concerns."

Luo Yurou's voice was calm and firm.

"However, I trust the shop owner."

"You must have heard about the wonders of this place when you came. The more than one hundred people standing in this hall are living examples."

Luo Yurou stared directly into Wei Peng's bloodshot eyes.

"My Lord, let's take a step back."

"If we follow your method, using those pills to keep my senior alive and spending twenty years nurturing and repairing her."

"Twenty years from now, even if my senior has fully recovered, will she be happy?"

Luo Yurou turned her head and glanced at the white-haired girl on the bench.

"Although I didn't interact with Wei Xiaoran much, when we fought on the ring, I could feel that she was an extremely proud person. Her pride was ingrained in her bones."

"You were once a prodigy, fighting your way to the Dao Integration Realm. You should know this better than anyone else."

Luo Yurou's voice became a few decibels louder.

"To cause a genius who once dominated his generation to lose twenty years of his life. Upon waking, he finds himself surpassed by the former underdog, plummeting from the clouds into the mire."

"This feeling must be ten thousand times more unbearable for her than being killed!"

Luo Yurou's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Wei Peng's heart hard.

Wei Peng's body trembled violently.

He turned his head and looked at Wei Xiaoran's pale face.

Looking at her furrowed brows and pale lips.

Twenty years.

From genius to cripple. Forgotten by his contemporaries.

His granddaughter could never bear such humiliation.

"good!"

"I'll trust you this once!"

Wei Peng strode out.

He walked up to the small hill of medicinal herbs. He suddenly waved both hands.

A massive surge of elemental energy swept up all the jade bottles, brocade boxes, and spiritual herbs on the ground.

Wei Peng walked to the circular counter of the Wanzu Bank.

"Splash splash splash—"

Like a flowing stream, top-quality medicines and rare herbs were unhesitatingly dumped into the recycling bins of the Myriad Races Bank.

"Ding! Evaluating item value..."

The system's voice rang in Xu Tianlin's ears.

On the screen in front of the machine, the numbers began to jump wildly.

Ten million... fifty million... one hundred million...

Wei Peng stared intently at the fluctuating number.

One hundred and twenty million...one hundred and forty million...one hundred and forty-five million!

The numbers stopped.

"Ding! Recycling complete. Total credits: 145 million."

In addition to the 75 million in the hands of Wei Peng and Xiao Qiong.

A total of 220 million!

"We're still short ten million!"

Wei Peng suddenly turned his head, his eyes bloodshot.

He ripped a jade pendant from his waist and was about to throw it in again.

"My Lord! Use ours!"

A hoarse voice rang out in the hall.

Li Lan, dragging her severed arm, strode over.

"In the end, Xiao Ran was also trying to save us, and he wanted us to do our part as well."

He raised his intact right hand and opened his personal terminal.

"drop."

"Transfer three million credits to the Wanzu Bank account."

"And mine too!"

Chu Zhuang, a slightly chubby boy, rushed over, his tears still wet, and frantically tapped on the terminal screen.

"Transfer of two million credits!"

"mine!"

"Add mine to the list!"

The remaining six students from the Beijing Martial Arts University did not hesitate at all.

They rushed forward, pulled up their terminals, and transferred all the mission rewards and pocket money they had accumulated at Wuhan University over the years into the Myriad Races Bank.

Drop drop drop.

The notification sound of money transfers rang continuously in the lobby.

One million, eight hundred thousand, two million...

Eight students from Wuhan University in Beijing emptied their savings and managed to scrape together the final ten million!

"Ding! Your account balance has reached 230 million credits."

"You know what, the students at Beijing Martial Arts University are really rich."

Xu Tianlin, standing behind the counter, clicked his tongue in amazement.

The saying "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts" is absolutely true.

Look at them, a few students managed to scrape together ten million.

In the beginning, Luo Yurou had to take out a loan to buy a jar with 10,000 credits.

Tut tut...

The difference is truly significant.

"Shop owner, senior."

Li Lan put away her terminal, turned around, and interrupted Xu Tianlin's remark.

"We have enough money."

Xu Tianlin looked at the construction point numbers flashing on the system panel, and a huge weight was finally lifted from his heart.

Brother Tongzi doesn't need to self-destruct anymore!

Xu Tianlin straightened up.

He dropped his previous lazy demeanor and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.

OK.

"I guarantee that not a single penny of your money will be wasted."