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

The image on the screen is not yet finished.

While all the audience members were still in a daze and hadn't reacted yet...

The screen flashed again.

An antique-style shop appeared in the center of the screen.

The walls are inlaid with a dense array of square grids, and in the center stands a large solid wood cabinet.

Chu Zhuang from Shangjing Martial Arts University, dressed in the university's pure white dragon-patterned combat uniform, stood in front of the counter, holding a black clay jar in both hands.

"open!"

The chubby boy let out a soft chuckle.

"Snap!"

Pottery shards flew everywhere, hitting the wooden counter with a crisp sound.

A dazzling blue light shot up from the shattered pottery shards, hovered twice in mid-air, and then contracted and condensed.

The light dissipated.

A pill the size of a longan, golden in color and covered with cloud-like patterns, rolled onto the table.

[Flying Cloud Pill: Can ignore realm barriers, helping peak Thousand-Jin Realm martial artists directly break through to the Flying Heaven Realm.]

In the bottom right corner of the screen, a helpful subtitle describing the item is displayed.

In the scene, Chu Zhuang stretches out his chubby short hand and pinches the golden pill with two fingers.

Without the slightest hesitation, he threw the pill into his mouth.

The Adam's apple moves up and down.

"Gurgle."

The elixir entered the stomach.

The next second, Chu Zhuang's body jolted violently.

A surge of violent Yuan energy erupted from his body, causing his pure white combat suit to flutter wildly.

His feet left the ground, and he floated into the air, a powerful aura belonging to the Flying Realm sweeping over from across the screen.

He landed back on the ground, turned his head, and his round, collagen-filled face was directly facing the camera.

He pursed his lips, frowned, and forced a regretful expression.

He looked at his fingers, which had just been pinching the pill, and shook his head.

"Ugh."

Chu Zhuang sighed, his voice filled with dissatisfaction and disappointment.

"It's just a Flying Cloud Pill."

"What a pity!"

The words fell.

Main venue in Nanjiang Prefecture.

The 100,000 viewers stared at Chu Zhuang's chubby face on the screen and heard the words "What a pity," and fell into a deathly silence.

Two seconds later.

"grass!"

The man in the baseball cap ripped the cap off his head and slammed it to the ground. He pointed at the screen and began cursing.

"How old are you, kid?!"

"One pill was all it took to break through to the Flying Heaven Realm! What more could you want?!"

The man in the short shirt gripped the back of the chair tightly with both hands, his molars grinding together.

"I've been stuck at the peak of the Thousand Jun Realm for a full ten years! Ten years! I've suffered countless hardships but still haven't even touched the threshold of the Flying Heaven Realm!"

"You broke through after eating just a candy, and you're complaining about wasting time?!"

The retired veteran stood on a chair, trembling with anger, pointing at Chu Zhuang's chubby Versailles-like face.

"Look at that expression on his face! I really want to jump into the screen and slap him twice!"

"That's so annoying! That fat kid is just asking for it!"

The mental state of the 100,000 viewers was completely shattered.

Martial arts training is a process that requires taking one step at a time.

Many people spend years in seclusion, risking their lives to break through to a higher realm.

The fat guy on the screen smashed a jar, took some medicine, and in less than ten seconds, he reached the Flying Realm.

After finishing, he even put on a "that's it" expression.

It was as if the dignity of all the lowly martial artists present was being trampled on.

Just as the audience was filled with indignation and preparing to collectively curse Chu Zhuang's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The image on the screen was not cut off.

Chu Zhuang turned around and picked up three jars of different colors from the counter next to him.

The gold, blue, and black jars in his arms looked like traffic lights.

He held the jar, grinned at the camera, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled like a flower.

He cleared his throat and shouted loudly:

"The Celestial Jar Shop can yield up to SSS-grade legendary items!"

"Only 10,000 credits! Only 10,000 credits!"

"You won't lose out, you won't be cheated!"

He then leaned closer to the camera, lowered his voice, and made faces as he said:

"Someone has actually obtained an S-grade Marrow Cleansing Elixir and an S-grade peerless martial arts technique!"

After saying that, Chu Zhuang bit his sleeve hard and clutched his chest with both hands.

His eyes widened, his eyes reddened, and he forced out two tears, putting on an expression of extreme envy and insane jealousy, before letting out a long howl to the heavens:

"I'm so envious!!!"

The image freezes on Chu Zhuang biting his sleeve, his face full of envy.

Inside the main venue.

One hundred thousand spectators stood there, mouths agape, completely dumbfounded.

The man in the baseball cap froze in mid-air with his outstretched arms, the curse stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

The man in the short-sleeved shirt rubbed his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the man in the baseball cap.

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

The man in the short shirt pointed to the huge screen above his head, his voice filled with doubt about the world.

"What on earth is this thing I'm looking at?"

"I bought a ticket to come in to watch the Youth Martial Arts Competition, didn't I?"

"yes!"

A martial artist in the back row suddenly slapped his thigh, "This is the main venue of Nanjiang Prefecture! It's the venue for the grand competition hosted by the Academy Alliance!"

"Why is GG still playing on the big screen at the competition?!"

Zhou Bin had already returned to his VIP seat.

He remained standing, his hands gripping the railing in front of him tightly.

The triumph, grief, and righteous indignation on his face all froze at that moment, like a cheap mask stuck to his face.

He stared at Chu Zhuang, who was jumping around on the screen, his mind buzzing.

He's not dead?

The people from the martial arts academy in the capital are still alive?!

Not only did all the students from the Beijing Martial Arts University survive the hunting competition, but none of them died either?

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Zhou Bin's forehead and streamed down his cheeks.

He turned his head and looked in horror at Wei Peng and the others who were suspended in mid-air.

The image on the screen changed again.

This time, what appeared on screen was a room that was simply furnished but still quite tidy.

In the center of the room, there was a large double bed.

The overhead shot slowly zooms in from bottom to top.

The large bed was covered with clean white sheets.

Jade feet, black stockings, waistline.

Beside him lay a long, crimson whip.

A tall woman is lying on her side on the large bed.

It is Rong Jing from Cangyun Martial Arts University.

At this moment, Rong Jing's eyes were slightly closed, and her breathing was long and even.

With each breath, a powerful surge of elemental energy circulated and swirled around her body.

That aura was heavy and solid.

Flying Realm!

Rong Jing slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly.

She propped herself up, stretched, and crossed her legs, which were encased in black stockings, on the bed sheet.

He looked into the lens and began to speak to himself.

"It's been a month."

Rong Jing's voice was languid, as if she had just woken up.

"After a good night's sleep, I've finally broken through to the Flying Realm."

She reached out and patted the not-so-comfortable mattress beneath her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"As expected of the resort's deluxe cultivation king room, the cultivation speed is ten times faster, it's really fast."

Done.

Rong Jing raised her head, her gaze fixed directly on the camera.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze shifting, revealing a deadly wildness and allure.

She raised her right hand, extended her index finger, and gently and slowly hooked her finger twice towards the camera.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a few words.

"Come here."

"You can do it too."

"hiss--!"

Inside the main venue, a unified gasp of surprise rang out.

Countless male spectators suddenly covered their noses, feeling a surge of heat rising up from their nasal cavities.

The man in the baseball cap stared intently at the pair of long, black-stockinged legs on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

"This...this...this..."

He was rambling incoherently, gesturing wildly with his hands in the air.

"I suspect someone is skirting the rules in a legitimate competition! But I have no proof!"

A female warrior next to him blushed and spat.

"What is all this?! Can someone tell me what's going on?!"

"etc!"

A viewer from Cangyun Mansion suddenly stood up, pointed at Rong Jing on the screen, and looked on incredulously.

"That's Rong Jing from Wuhan University!"

"During the previous tournament, she used a whip to whip Qingshan from Xiling Martial Arts University like a spinning top."

His voice grew louder and louder, filled with shock.

"But I remember it clearly! At that time, she was only at the ninth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm!"

"How come she's already at the Flying Realm after just one nap on the screen?!"

"I want to sleep too!"

"Dude, you'd better clarify whether you mean sleeping or what kind of sleeping..."

The audience was in complete chaos.

"A month? From the peak of the Thousand-Pound Realm to the Flying Realm?"

"So you just sleep in that king-size bed room?!"

"Am I under some kind of illusion?! There's no way you can break through to a higher level just by sleeping!"

"It's absolutely real! Can't I tell if it's the Flying Realm just by looking at its legs?!"

A cacophony of voices—questions, gasps of amazement, and swallowing hard—mingled together.

Zhou Bin's reaction was quite different from everyone else's.

His face had begun to turn visibly pale.

The people from Cangyun Martial Arts University didn't die either!

This place—can't stay here anymore!!