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

The figure in the teleportation array gradually became clearer, and an extremely handsome young man slowly walked down.

He was dressed in white, and starting from the hem, a black bird embroidered in gold thread occupied his entire back, extending all the way to his collar.

The boy stopped, looked up, and glanced around.

Crowded.

Countless martial artists crowded the square.

Shouts, bargaining, and the clash of weapons mingled together, soaring into the sky and shaking the air.

The boy frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd, and muttered to himself.

"Is the outer area of ​​Cangyun Prefecture this lively?"

His name is Bai Suhuang.

He has always been alone, training deep in the C-level area of ​​the battlefield of the heavens.

Only when his personal supplies were exhausted and his pills were depleted would he come to the teleportation array areas set up by various prefectures on the outskirts of the battlefield to replenish his supplies.

In his memory, the outer teleportation array area of ​​Cangyun Prefecture had always been lifeless.

The martial artists who come here always appear hurried and wary.

After purchasing the necessary supplies, they turned and left without lingering.

Today, however, this place has changed.

Just as he was filled with doubt, an even more violent commotion suddenly erupted in front of him.

The martial artists pushed and shoved, crowding towards the center of the square.

This commotion attracted Bai Suhuang's attention.

He followed along, somewhat curious.

In the heart of the square, where the crowds were densest, three figures—two women and one man—were setting up a stall and hawking something.

It was Luo Yurou, Rong Jing, and Liu Bo.

A large wooden table, seemingly brought from somewhere, was placed across their front.

On the wooden table, stacks of teleportation scrolls, each emitting spatial fluctuations, were piled up together, forming a small mountain.

Liu Bo stretched his neck, veins bulging, as he energetically shouted.

"Teleport scroll! Instantly to the resort!!"

He grabbed a reel and swung it around in mid-air.

"Absolutely safe! Absolutely fast! Superior experience throughout!"

Liu Bo swallowed hard, raised five fingers, and his voice drowned out the surrounding noise.

"Huge clearance sale! Only 50,000 credits!!"

The sound was emitted and spread outwards.

"fifty thousand?"

"If we can really get to that legendary resort, 50,000 isn't too expensive."

"How can you prove that this scroll was transported to the resort, and not just ended up in the mouth of some alien race?"

Doubts arose.

"Exactly, I'd rather spend a little more money and hire a big shot to lead the team. Is this even reliable?"

Looking at the indifferent martial artists around him, Liu Bo felt a little uneasy.

He lowered his arm holding the reel, took a half step back, moved closer to Rong Jing, and asked in a low voice.

"Jing-jie, aren't we being a little too dark?"

Liu Bo pointed to the scroll on the table.

"The cost of this scroll to the shop owner was only five hundred. We sold it for a hundred times that price."

"How about we lower the price? Maybe someone will be willing to give it a try?"

Before Rong Jing could react, a warrior wearing leather armor squeezed out from the front of the crowd.

He stared at Liu Bo's face for a while, then looked at Rong Jing who was holding a long whip beside him, and finally his gaze fell on Luo Yurou.

He clapped his hands suddenly, pointed at the three of them, and shouted loudly.

"I recognize them!"

"They are students from Cangyun Martial Arts University participating in the competition, there's no mistake!"

A martial artist nearby stepped forward and examined it closely.

"It really is!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo was taken aback, then grinned.

Hey, we're pretty famous!

The martial artist who recognized them walked forward, picked up a scroll from the table, and asked again, somewhat uncertainly.

"Can this scroll really be transported to the resort?"

Liu Bo immediately straightened his back, patted his chest, and responded loudly.

"real!"

Liu Bo grabbed the reel.

"We escaped the attack from the Thornfeather Clan thanks to this scroll!"

The surrounding audience immediately realized what was going on when they heard "Torn Feather Clan".

One audience member suddenly slapped his thigh.

"I remember now!"

"After the teleportation, the screen at the Nanjiang venue went black!"

"It does seem like there was that scroll in the footage from the scene!"

Without further hesitation, the leather-armored warrior pulled out his personal terminal.

"I believe in you! Give me one!"

"drop."

50,000 credits will be deducted.

Liu Bo flicked his wrist and shoved the scroll into the martial artist's hand.

"A powerful figure from the Nine Heavens Realm just offered 20, thankfully I can't afford it. Turns out there are such convenient things!"

"Only 50,000 credits? What a bargain!"

After confirming Luo Yurou and the others' identities, the group of martial artists immediately felt they had gotten a huge bargain.

"Hahahaha, I, a big shot in the Flying Realm, paid someone to lead the team. We've only been gone for less than ten minutes, and I'm already curious to see what kind of expression he'll have when he sees me at the resort!"

"Give me one!"

"I want three!"

"Don't push! I paid first!"

More and more martial artists crowded forward to buy.

Arms crossed, terminals flashing. A chorus of notification sounds signaling credit points being credited to accounts.

The scene gradually transformed into a frenzy of buying.

Outside the crowd, someone kept their distance and opened their terminal communicator.

"Hey! Come quickly to the outer camp of Cangyun Prefecture!"

"A direct shuttle to the resort! It'll be gone if you're late!"

"Bring money! Bring all the credits you can!"

Some people even started calling on friends and acquaintances from other prefectures to come and buy.

The teleportation array flashed frequently as a new wave of martial artists stepped out and joined the buying frenzy.

In front of the wooden table.

Luo Yurou's hands flew, constantly taking out scrolls from her storage device and adding them to the table.

Liu Bo held the payment terminal and frantically scanned QR codes.

Rong Jing stood by, holding a long whip, to maintain order.

The mountain of scrolls on the desktop was visibly decreasing and disappearing.

Liu Bo's smile grew increasingly unrestrained, his mouth stretching almost to his ears.

The storage containers of the group contained tens of thousands of scrolls.

In the frenzy of buying, it was sold out in less than an hour.

The last roll was handed over.

Liu Bo put away his terminal and looked at the empty desktop.

"Sister Jing."

Liu Bo wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at Rong Jing.

"Why don't you go back and get some more stock?"

He patted the terminal filled with credit points.

"This is way more profitable than killing alien races and selling their materials!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Buzz!"

A blinding white light burst from the obsidian teleportation array not far away.

Soon, the martial artists who had previously bought the scrolls and teleported there returned.

The martial artists stepped out of the teleportation array and headed straight for the plaza.

First, she glared at Liu Bo fiercely, leaving Liu Bo completely bewildered.

Then.

"Bang!"

The same table was placed in front of Luo Yurou's table.

"Resort teleportation scroll, only 4 credits..."

The man shouted at the top of his lungs.

Immediately afterwards, the teleportation array flashed repeatedly.

Then someone else rushed out carrying a table.

"I only need 3 credits!"

"2 million!!"

"15,000!!"

There are always some clever martial artists who, after being teleported there, discover the true price of the scroll.

They immediately purchased large quantities of goods from the resort, tore open the rolls, and sent them back to the periphery to seize the market.

Thus, a fierce price war broke out.

More and more wooden tables were placed there.

The cries of vendors rose and fell in waves.

The price of a roll dropped to 800 credits in the blink of an eye.

Liu Bo stared wide-eyed, dumbfounded, at these competitors who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Rong Jing stepped forward and patted the empty wooden table.

"never mind."

Rong Jing turned around and took a step back.

"This is a one-off deal."

"Let's grab a bite and then we're off."

The three of them packed up the table, slipped out of the crowd, and disappeared from the spot using the light of the teleportation array.

Bai Suhuang stood on the periphery of the crowd.

He watched this crazy scene unfold, seeing the price of the reel plummet from 50,000 to 800.

He took out his terminal and saw the latest news.

Wanzu Ethnic Resort.

Life-giving spring water.

Purifying SPA for negative energy.

A training room with 10x speed.

Bai Suhuang read out these names, tapping her fingers lightly on the hilt of her sword.

"interesting."

He strode over to a wooden table priced at 800 credits.

He raised the terminal.

"Give me a scroll..."