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

"I've already asked around."

At the Wanzu snack stall, Liu Bo looked around and said to Qingshan next to him.

"Wei Xiaoran has been locking himself in his room to cultivate in preparation for breaking through to the Nine Heavens Realm. He hardly ever goes out."

"However, she still occasionally wanders out to this food stall to buy something to eat to fill her stomach."

"If we just wait here, we're sure to catch her!"

Qingshan, holding a large bag of freshly grilled lamb skewers, gave Liu Bo a thumbs-up.

"It has to be you, Brother Liu!"

Qingshan stretched out his large, fan-like hand, pulled out a handful of lamb skewers from his pocket, and stuffed them directly into Liu Bo's hand, his tone full of admiration.

"That's right, know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated!"

Liu Bo glanced at Qingshan and said, "There are many ways to pursue girls; you still have time to learn them."

"Did you see Bai Suhuang from our team?"

Upon hearing this, Qingshan's face immediately fell.

"Rongniu seems to treat him quite well. I don't know what's so good about that pretty boy."

Qingshan's ramblings.

Liu Bo patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry, listen to me, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

"You shouldn't pursue girls too aggressively; you need to maintain a confident and composed demeanor!"

"Be calm, composed, and confident!"

"That's what makes it attractive!"

Liu Bo put on the airs of a relationship guru.

"Take your time learning!"

"That's right, that's right, I'd appreciate any guidance from Brother Liu!"

Liu Bo was stuffed with a handful of roasted meat, but he waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

"Brother Liu, I have something to tell you."

Qingshan's big eyes darted left and right, and the smile on his face became somewhat awkward.

"I ran into Rongniu when I went to queue up to buy meat skewers."

"Guess what? She actually nodded at me and greeted me!"

Qingshan took a big bite of mutton, chewing it with a loud crunch, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Brother Liu, you're from Cangyun Prefecture, tell me your secrets."

"Are the bride prices high in your Cangyun Prefecture?"

Qingshan scratched the back of his bald head.

"But it's alright! My dad left me a lot of good things when he passed away."

"I'm thinking, even if your Cangyun Prefecture has strict rules, it should still be enough to marry Rongniu!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bo's bite into a piece of mutton got stuck in his throat.

He coughed violently twice, stretched his neck, and pounded his chest with all his might before finally swallowing the piece of meat.

Liu Bo turned his head, holding a skewer of lamb in his hand, raised one eyebrow, and looked at Qingshan with a somewhat speechless expression.

Qingshan was squinting, seemingly lost in some daydream, and Liu Bo could see red heart-shaped bubbles popping up on his forehead.

Liu Bo's lips twitched involuntarily.

No, buddy?

Isn't your thinking a bit too ahead of its time?

If Sister Jing finds out about this, she'll whip your rock demon bloodline into pieces.

Liu Bo rolled his eyes and looked away.

He straightened up, patted the cumin powder off his hands, looked away from the queue, and glanced around.

"It hasn't been that long, and the resort has changed so much."

"In time, won't the shop owner open a resort right in the Abyss Demon King's bed?"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Liu Bo's gaze swept beyond the bustling food plaza, looking towards a more distant place.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Huh? What's that?"

Liu Bo raised his arm and pointed to the edge of the newly formed blue sea not far away.

There, a towering building suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It is a newly built executive restaurant.

Qingshan looked in the direction Liu Bo was pointing.

He opened his mouth wide, shoved five or six pieces of mutton off the bamboo skewer into his mouth in one go, and explained indistinctly as he chewed vigorously:

"Oh, you mean that?"

"I was just taking a stroll around when I had nothing to do, and I went over to take a look. It's a new restaurant that the owner opened."

"Dining room?"

Liu Bo turned his head, his brows slightly furrowed.

This resort already has food stalls, so why did they also set up a restaurant?

Judging from its magnificent and luxurious appearance, it's a completely different experience from eating a bowl of noodles at a roadside stall.

"Hmm!"

Qingshan swallowed the meat in his mouth and nodded vigorously.

"They can specially customize meals for us martial artists."

Qingshan extended his thick fingers and gestured to the name.

"What?! A 'top-tier cultivation package'? Customizable effects? One meal can grant a 50x-300x increase in cultivation speed for one month to a year!"

"And there's this 'Martial Artist Breakthrough Package,' which guarantees a 100% breakthrough in your skill level!"

"Bottleneck levels can be customized; I even saw the Mahayana realm! Can you believe it? It's simply amazing!"

"In addition, there are other Dao Fusion Packages available, where you can choose the Dao Law you wish to fuse with."

As Liu Bo listened to these effects, his eyes widened even more.

A hundredfold increase in cultivation speed?

A 100% breakthrough of the bottleneck?

Rongdao?

Are you eating a meal or taking Laozi's elixir of immortality?

If this effect were released, wouldn't those old monsters in the various prefectures beat the dogs' brains out?

"That's the price..."

As Qingshan spoke, his previously excited expression suddenly collapsed.

He shrank back, revealing a look of lingering fear.

"That's incredibly expensive!"

Qingshan lowered his voice and leaned close to Liu Bo's ear.

"I counted the zeros on the menu; the cheapest set meal starts at several hundred million credits!"

"I was so scared that I ran out right then and there."

"My savings for a wife aren't even enough to lick the plates clean."

A meal can cost hundreds of millions?

Liu Bo swallowed hard, feeling his legs go weak.

Sure enough, it's not so easy to get the shop owner's benefits.

He glanced back at the bustling food stalls and sighed that this place was truly full of life and vibrancy.

The two were secretly amazed as they looked at the executive dining room in the distance.

"Hey, Brother Liu! Don't you think that's Wei Xiaoran?"

Suddenly, Qingshan's eyes, as big as copper bells, lit up. He raised his thick arm, his oily fingers pointing straight ahead.

Upon hearing the name "Wei Xiaoran," Liu Bo instantly perked up.

"Where? Where?"

Looking along Qingshan's arm.

Not far away, two figures were walking side by side.

The person on the left was dressed in a clean and neat white training uniform, with his long hair tied up high.

Even just from behind, the aloofness and arrogance of a top genius from the capital city were palpable.

It was Wei Xiaoran, whom they had been waiting for all day.

Liu Bo's face lit up with joy, and he was about to raise his hand to greet them when his movement suddenly froze in mid-air.

He realized that Wei Xiaoran was not alone.

Beside Wei Xiaoran walked a young man.

The two seemed to be talking about something; the man turned his head slightly, revealing his high, hooked nose.

The two were walking towards the expensive executive restaurant by the sea.

"Who's that person next to her? Brother Liu, do you know him?"

Qingshan bit off a piece of mutton, chewing as he stared at the man on the path, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"But this kid looks pretty rich."

Qingshan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued in a muffled voice.

"See that silver-white cloak he's wearing? The one with the wave pattern embroidered on it."

Qingshan narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing a certain confidence in his expertise.

"It's woven from the silk spun by the Snow Silkworm, a specialty of our Xiling Prefecture!"

"That thing costs an inch of silk and an ounce of gold. Not only is its defensive power amazing, but it can also automatically repel dust and keep out the cold. That kid was so extravagant that he used it to make an entire cloak! That's incredibly wasteful. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't buy it."

Qingshan pursed his lips and looked down at his own thick, rocky body.

"Of course, with my physique, wearing something light and airy isn't suitable either. If I wore a cloak, I'd look like a perverted sissy."

After finishing his evaluation, Qingshan reached out to take a freshly grilled meat skewer from Liu Bo.

"Huh?"

Just as he reached halfway out, Qingshan suddenly shuddered.

He felt the temperature on the side of his body that was leaning against Liu Bo dropping rapidly, as if a piece of ancient ice had suddenly been placed on him.

Qingshan stopped eating the meat and turned his head with some confusion.

"Brother Liu, what's wrong?"

Qingshan turned his head.

Standing next to him was Liu Bo, whose eyes were bloodshot, arms hanging at his sides, hands clenched into fists, and a faint "crackling" sound coming from the joints.

A visible low pressure system spread outwards from Liu Bo.

Liu Bo, his face grim, strode over without uttering a word.

"Brother Liu!"

"Calm, composed, confident—that's what you just taught me!"

Qingshan's voice followed behind.