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

Outside the Shenhun Cinema.

Wei Peng stood three steps away from the door.

With his hands behind his back, his left hand gripping his right wrist tightly, his veins bulged high due to the blocked blood, his chest heaved greatly, but his breathing was very shallow.

Yun Shixian stood to the side and slightly behind Wei Peng.

He gripped the sword hilt with his right hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the guard.

Xiao Qiong leaned against the wall.

He crossed his arms over his chest and chewed the gum repeatedly, but this time, he couldn't blow any more bubbles.

"bite."

A crisp electronic notification sound rang out.

A deep, mechanical hum could be heard.

The heavy metal doors slid slowly open to the sides and receded into the walls. A stream of air, carrying a faint glow, blew into the hall from the passageway.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of leather boots stepping on the metal floor grew louder as they approached.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the corridor and stepped into the bright lights of the hall.

It is Wei Xiaoran.

She was still wearing that pure white martial arts uniform with dried bloodstains, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her breathing steady.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders.

The white hair, which had become as withered as frost and snow due to the forced activation of the secret technique, turned back to its original black color, and under the light, it shone with a luster that was worthy of endorsing Pantene.

The deathly paleness faded, replaced by a warm, rosy glow on her cheeks, and her skin regained its elasticity.

His eyes opened, and the empty, lifeless look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by clear pupils.

Wei Xiaoran stopped in his tracks.

She stood at the doorway, surveying the hall. Her gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Wei Peng.

She froze.

Her lips trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Tears welled up, slid from the corners of her eyes, and streamed down her cheeks.

It flowed down his chin, dripping onto his white collar and spreading into a water stain.

"Grandpa, Grandpa."

Her voice was hoarse, filled with deep grievance.

"Grandpa, my parents died because of me."

She rushed to Wei Peng, opened her arms, and threw herself into his embrace.

Her hands gripped the gray fabric on Wei Peng's chest tightly, her fingers clenching so that the smooth fabric was crumpled into a ball.

She buried her face deeply in Wei Peng's chest.

She opened her mouth and burst into tears.

The sound of crying echoed through the hall.

Wei Peng listened to his granddaughter's cries.

Listening to my granddaughter's intermittent descriptions of the endless yellow sand, the towering rat-man, and the bloodstained photograph.

Wei Peng's body trembled slightly.

He raised his head and looked at the white ceiling of the hall. His eyes reddened, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

He raised his right hand and placed it on the back of Wei Xiaoran's head.

"It's alright. It's alright."

Wei Peng repeated it over and over again.

"What happened?"

Liu Bo, who had just returned from the restroom, pointed to the grandfather and grandson who were hugging and crying in the center of the hall.

"Wasn't she going in to get treatment for her injuries?"

"Why is a sad movie playing here?"

"Why are you crying? Why are you crying so hard?"

Rong Jing rolled her eyes.

"Feeling sorry for him?"

Rong Jing raised her elbow and poked Liu Bo hard in the lower back, a smile playing on her lips.

"Why don't you go up and comfort her now? She's crying so hard right now; she's at her most vulnerable."

"Maybe if you go up there now and hand them a handkerchief, you might actually be able to take advantage of the situation."

Liu Bo jumped back a big step and shook his head frantically.

"If I go up there now, wouldn't his grandpa slap me against the wall so hard I couldn't be pried off?"

After a while, Wei Xiaoran's crying gradually subsided.

Li Lan supported herself on her knees and stood up from the wooden chair.

He took a few steps forward and then stopped.

He looked at Wei Xiaoran, opened his mouth, and exclaimed loudly.

"Xiao Ran, you're all better? You're alright?!"

Exclamations echoed through the hall.

Wei Peng then seemed to wake up from his dream.

He placed his hands on Wei Xiaoran's shoulders and gently pushed her back half a foot.

He then raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and placed the tip of his finger directly between Wei Xiaoran's eyebrows.

Wei Peng sensed her spiritual state.

A blazing fire of divine soul burned steadily in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness, without a single scratch.

All healed!

Wei Peng suddenly turned around, strode up to Xu Tianlin, and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Xu, your kindness is immeasurable, I will never forget it. Thank you!"

This action startled everyone.

Wei Peng is a top-tier expert in the Dao Integration Realm!

Who has ever seen the dignified lord of the capital bow and thank someone?

"It's just business. You pay, I do the work."

Xu Tianlin smiled and waved his hand.

Wei Peng straightened up.

He turned his head and looked at Wei Xiaoran. His expression turned serious and stern.

"Xiao Ran, although your injuries have healed, you can't use that secret technique anymore."

"The price of igniting one's soul must never be paid a second time."

Liu Bo gave a thumbs-up and pointed to the entrance of the Shenhun Cinema.

He whispered to Luo Yurou and Rong Jing beside him.

"Why?"

"There's a movie theater owned by a senior shop owner here. If you get injured, you can pay to go in and lie down for two hours and you'll be completely healed."

"Isn't this just like using your ultimate skill as a basic attack? You can use your skills and then go back to base to watch a movie. How awesome is that?"

Rong Jing: "You'll pay for it?"

Liu Bo: "Sigh—"

Wei Xiaoran frowned.

"I feel like the secret technique has changed."

"Different? What do you mean?"

Wei Peng immediately tensed up.

I can't let anything happen to my precious granddaughter again!

"I just saw my parents in the movie theater. I saw my father use the Soul-Breaking Technique."

She lowered her hands and looked at Wei Peng.

"After waking up, I found that the circulation of the Soul-Breaking Guide in my mind had changed, and was completely different from before."

She looked into Wei Peng's eyes.

"I've discovered that the side effects of this secret technique have been greatly reduced."

"It no longer needs to detonate the essence of the divine soul. It now only needs to consume a large amount of divine soul power."

"Moreover, its power has not diminished, but its fatal flaw has disappeared."

Wei Peng's eyes widened and his mouth was half-open.

Wei Xiaoran raised his head and looked at his grandfather, his face full of confusion.

"Is it my father helping me?"

Xu Tianlin sat behind the counter.

"Thump, thump."

He extended his right hand and tapped his knuckles twice on the wooden tabletop.

Everyone turned to look at Xu Tianlin.

"It was your grandfather's credits that helped you."

Xu Tianlin stood up and placed his hands on the counter.

"The Divine Soul Cinema can not only restore one hundred percent of the divine soul injury, but also automatically teach you an A-level martial art or skill after watching the movie."

Xu Tianlin looked at Wei Xiaoran.

"Obviously, the movie theater didn't give you any new A-level martial arts techniques after this use."

"On the contrary, I helped you optimize your secret technique... what was it called again, Soul-Breaking Spell, right?"