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

"Reduce the strength of the alien race?"

Xu Tianlin, behind the counter, was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping and his eyes were blurry with tears. He yawned several times.

He brought up the system panel, opened the detailed description of the directional canister, and scanned it line by line, his gaze lingering for a moment on the words "specific purpose".

The system's explanation is ambiguous and does not clearly list all the usage categories.

"It should be possible."

Xu Tianlin said somewhat uncertainly.

"Weakening the alien races is one use case. Why don't you buy one and try it out?"

Luo Yurou nodded and took out her terminal to pay.

Just then.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The floor began to tremble slightly.

Luo Yurou, Rong Jing, and Liu Bo all turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of the jade gate.

A gigantic figure, as large as an iron tower, was rushing towards them at a speed disproportionate to its size.

Xiling Martial Arts University, that Qingshan with ancient bloodline.

Standing at a full 2.2 meters tall and moving at incredible speed, he resembled a bull in heat.

"Sir, shopkeeper!!"

Before Qingshan could even stand up straight, his booming voice, as loud as a bell, rang in everyone's ears.

His feet left two white marks on the ground before he managed to stand still in front of the counter.

"I'll take all ten of those golden jars!!"

"Huh? What are you guys doing here?"

Qingshan glanced at Luo Yurou and the other two, who were hiding far away, afraid of being accidentally hurt.

He scratched his bald head with his large, fan-like hand, a nervous look appearing on his rugged face as he stared expectantly at Luo Yurou and the other two.

"You guys...you're not going to buy up all of this gold pot, are you?"

Liu Bo listened to Qingshan's words, his ears twitched, and his eyes darted around.

Ten gold jars, that's 1 million credits.

Is this guy really that rich?

He looked at Qingshan in surprise, recalling how Qingshan had teased Rong Jing during the previous arena match.

Liu Bo shifted closer to Rong Jing, nudged her arm with his elbow, and whispered something.

"Sister Jing, this big guy looks simple-minded, but he's really rich."

"He seemed interested in you before. Why don't you consider taking the exam—"

"Bang!"

"ah--!"

Before Liu Bo could even utter the word "consider," he flew out of the air, tracing a graceful parabola.

Qingshan watched Liu Bo fly away, grinned, and gave Rong Jing a thumbs up.

"You have the strength!"

Xu Tianlin leaned back in his chair and slowly answered Qingshan's question.

"Don't worry, they didn't buy them all. All ten gold jars are still there. They want to buy the second-tier directional jars."

Upon hearing this, Qingshan's tense expression instantly relaxed, and a look of joy immediately appeared on his face.

Then, his gaze turned to Rong Jing, who had no expression.

"Rong Niu".

Qingshan's voice was deep and muffled.

"How do I buy targeted cans? Do you not have enough credits? Or can I lend you a few gold coins?"

Rong Jing glanced at him but ignored him.

Qingshan didn't feel embarrassed at all; on the contrary, he got more and more excited as he talked.

He pointed to the information board on the counter, patted his chest which was as thick as a steel plate, and began to plan with spittle flying everywhere.

"I just looked at the sign outside. The shop owner updates the stock of this jar shop once a week."

"These gold pots have a guaranteed minimum! I've calculated it; if we time it right and come every week to buy all ten gold pots, it'll only take a little over a month to reach fifty. The minimum is guaranteed to be an A-grade!"

As Qingshan spoke, his eyes grew brighter, and he gestured with his large hand in the air.

"If you want an S-rank, that's fine too! Just save it up for over a year!"

"Don't worry, I've got plenty of money! My dad left me a substantial fortune when he passed away!"

As the sole heir of an ancient bloodline, Qingshan's family has a long history and is clearly very well-established.

"At that time..."

Qingshan chuckled, a hint of embarrassment creeping onto his rugged face.

"If the guaranteed drop turns out to be martial arts techniques or something, we'll learn them together. If it's a pill, you can have it all!"

Qingshan patted his strong arms.

"As you know, I have the bloodline of a Rock Demon. Pills and the like aren't very useful for my physique. They're perfect for you!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Yurou, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst out laughing.

"Brother Shan is generous!"

Liu Bo slipped back at some point and gave Qingshan a thumbs up.

He walked up to Qingshan with a slightly ingratiating smile on his face.

"Want to bring one of your buddies along?"

"I don't want pills, but if it's martial arts techniques, hehehehe..."

Liu Bo rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice.

"I'm not just riding on your coattails, bro. Let me tell you, back in school, Sister Jing..."

"bump!"

A dark red whip flashed past, accompanied by a muffled explosion.

"ah--!"

The screams rang out again.

Liu Bo, who had just returned, once again turned into a shooting star and flew backwards.

Rong Jing, with a cold face, withdrew the long whip, flicked her wrist, and the whip was wrapped around her waist again.

She glanced at Qingshan.

"Need not."

He then turned to Luo Yurou beside him.

"Yu Rou, pay the bill, let's go."

Luo Yurou suppressed a laugh and nodded.

She walked to the counter, took out her personal terminal, and swiped it on the cash register in front of Xu Tianlin.

Rong Jing grabbed Luo Yurou's arm and dragged her out of the store, never giving Qingshan a proper look.

Back at the entrance of the All-Heavens Jar Shop, Luo Yurou was surprised to find that the ten glittering gold-plated jars on the top shelf of the counter had disappeared.

"Where's the jar? When was it taken away?"

Luo Yurou looked around in confusion.

"Look at the wall."

Rong Jing raised her chin.

Luo Yurou looked in the direction Rong Jing pointed.

On the right side of the shop, one of the rows of previously empty squares was now faintly lit.

That gleaming golden container sits quietly in this compartment.

Below each grid, a small, glowing wooden sign appeared.

The wooden sign clearly displays Qingshan's name, followed by a prominent red label:

[Guaranteed stacking times: 10].

Seeing this, Luo Yurou suddenly realized what was going on.

It turns out that the wall full of compartments, which looked like storage cabinets, was used to store and display the player's guaranteed progress.

Everyone knows who bought how many jars and how far they are from winning the grand prize; it's all displayed on the wall, making it easy to see at a glance.

Just as Luo Yurou was examining those grids.

"Rongniu, what your brother just said still stands!"

Qingshan stood outside the jade gate, his two thick, strong hands gripping the door frame, his bald head peeking out.

Rong Jing's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Her hand had already pressed down hard on the dark red whip at her waist.

"Well, I'm off to kill some aliens! See you later!"

Qingshan withdrew his head and slipped away.

That massive 2.2-meter-tall body suddenly unleashed an agility completely disproportionate to its size, disappearing in a flash with a "whoosh," leaving only a series of tremors on the ground.

Luo Yurou couldn't help but laugh as she watched Qingshan flee in disarray.

She turned her head, looked at Rong Jing whose face had turned pale, and said softly.

Actually, he's not a bad person at heart.

"You heard it yourself, he gave away an S-grade item without even blinking an eye. That's absolutely genuine."

Rong Jing bit her lip, rolled her eyes, and didn't reply.

"Let's open the can first!"

"Let's see if we can get something that weakens the alien race?"

"Okay, Rong, girl?"

Luo Yurou teased with a smile in her eyes.

"Ahhh, Yu Rou, you too!!"

The two returned to the All-Heavens Jar Shop amidst their bickering.