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

The unified shouts made the jars on the counter tremble slightly.

Li Xin put his hands behind his back and tilted his head slightly back.

He closed his eyes, his lips curled up uncontrollably, and his face was full of pleasure.

He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being held in high esteem, like a star surrounded by admirers.

"reward!"

Li Xin didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply raised his right hand casually and waved it lightly in mid-air.

"Everyone in line today, have 10,000 credits deducted from your account as payment for tea from this young master."

These words caused the once quiet hall to erupt in chaos, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into a hot oil pan.

"Holy crap! Ten thousand credits?!"

"Young Master Li is awesome!!!"

"Young Master Li is awesome! May Young Master Li live forever!"

"Thank you for the treat, Young Master Li! May you have a lucky day with all your attacks and win all the god-tier items!"

The dozens of martial artists in line, regardless of what they had thought of this spoiled brat from Haichuan Prefecture, bowed even lower than the old man with the goatee, Qiu Chen, when they received the transfer notification for real money.

Flattering words and sycophantic praises are poured out like they're free.

Li Xin opened his eyes, chuckled softly, and walked to the counter.

"Pay the bill."

He raised his personal terminal on his wrist and casually scanned the sensor area on the counter.

"drop--"

A crisp sound of deduction rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light illuminated an entire wall on the side of the All-Heavens Jar Shop.

At that moment, the huge box bearing the name "Li Xin" was flashing with light.

Virtual safety jar icons, radiating a golden glow, rapidly stacked and accumulated.

The number skyrocketed from over 500 to finally settle at "723".

The onlookers in the hall gasped as they looked at the numbers on the wall.

"Hiss—723 is the minimum!"

"My God, I'm less than 300 short of the guaranteed SS-grade item drop rate of 1,000!"

"How many credits did he have to spend? Judging by his usual spending habits of buying out all the premium cans, it must be at least several billion!"

"Damn it! I'm so envious! Why isn't my grandfather the head of the manor?!"

"Stop being so sour, it's a skill for someone to be born into a good family."

"Just watch, before long, our resort's first SS-grade divine item will be born in Young Master Li's hands!"

Hearing the exclamations and envy of those around him, Li Xin turned around, leaned against the counter, and faced the crowd in the hall.

He crossed his arms and glanced at the twenty antique-looking, faintly glowing directional jars displayed on the counter.

This is all the inventory that was just refreshed today. Qiu Chen locked it in advance at double the price, and now it's all his.

"The usual rules."

Li Xin raised his hand, pointed to the jars on the counter, and raised an eyebrow at the onlookers.

"I don't want any of the white-glowing items that appeared today. You guys have to rely on your skills and speed to grab them."

"roar--!"

The crowd erupted in deafening cheers once again. All the martial artists' eyes lit up instantly, like a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights. They stared intently at the counter, their bodies unconsciously pushing forward.

"It's coming! Twenty consecutive pulls!"

"I heard that Young Master Li's luck wasn't great before, and he only managed to get a blue light once. I wonder if he can turn things around today."

"Shut your mouth! No one's going to sell you off just because you don't speak! Are you blocking my way from robbing me?"

Li Xin turned around and faced the twenty directional cans.

For ordinary martial artists, a targeted jar priced at 50,000 credits is a huge sum of money that would take a long time to accumulate by risking their lives on the battlefield.

But for him, it was nothing, not even a drop in the ocean. Even if he bought double the amount, he wouldn't even blink.

Let's see how my luck is today.

Li Xin smiled and extended his right hand.

He didn't even look closely; he simply placed his finger on the seal of the first directional can and touched it lightly.

"open!"

"Buzz—"

A blinding white light shot into the sky.

As the light faded, a dull, grayish-brown piece of low-grade iron ore, devoid of any spiritual energy, appeared on the counter.

White light!

The very bottom of the garbage!

Li Xin's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even glance at the iron ore, grabbed it casually, swung his arm back, and smashed it directly into the crowd behind him.

"Rob!"

A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd.

Three or four martial artists simultaneously lunged at the iron ore in mid-air, collided with each other, and fell to the ground, rolling around in a heap.

Li Xin didn't stop, his finger continued to slide to the right, pressing on the second jar.

Unveiling.

White light! A medicinal herb.

Grab it, then toss it.

The third is to uncover it.

White light! A fragmented low-grade yellow-rank martial arts technique.

Grab it, then toss it.

White, white, white, white...

A series of white lights flashed alternately on the counter, so bright they hurt the eyes.

Each time a white light appeared, Li Xin didn't even pause; he grabbed the items that had been opened and threw them at the crowd behind him like trash.

The martial artists in the hall went completely mad. In their struggle to snatch these scraps that Li Xin looked down on, they pushed and shoved each other, and some even lost their shoes in the process.

Behind the crowd.

Liu Bo and his group of six, who had just arrived at the Zhutian Jar Shop, were standing by the door, watching the magical scene unfold in the hall.

Looking at the continuous, blinding white light.

Rong Jing crossed her arms over her chest, turned her head, and nudged Liu Bo next to her with her elbow.

"Liu Bo".

"what?"

Liu Bo was craning his neck to look ahead, and responded without turning his head.

Rong Jing's lips curled into a smile that seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Pointing to Li Xin, who was having a great time at the counter, "Your biggest competitor for the title of 'White Light Boy' has appeared."

Liu Bo: "..."

Liu Bo turned his head and looked at Rong Jing's face, which was trying not to laugh, and immediately felt annoyed.

He gritted his teeth, staring at Li Xin, who was flashing seventeen white lights in a row, and cursed inwardly.

That bastard's luck is incredible!

Twenty directional jars, more than a dozen of them emitted only the most basic white light, not even a single blue light appeared!

In front of the counter.

Li Xin maintained his nonchalant attitude.

A dozen or so white lights, costing him a million credits, were nothing to him, not even worth a second glance.

He comes here to open jars just for fun!

Especially when he heard the sounds of snatching and cursing coming from behind him, and saw these martial artists who usually considered themselves experts on the battlefield now rolling around on the ground for the trash he had thrown away, and then getting up and thanking him profusely after getting it, he was particularly moved.

Li Xin's vanity was unprecedentedly satisfied, and a sense of superiority and dominance arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

"The nineteenth."

Li Xin flicked his finger, a flash of white light, and a rusty iron sword flew towards the crowd.

He moved his feet, his palm hovering above the last directional can.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the seal on the jar.

"Wait a moment."

A clear, cold sound, like shattered ice colliding, abruptly pierced the noisy hall and clearly reached Li Xin's ears.

Li Xin's hand suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air.

That sound...

He quickly turned his head, frowned, and looked past the scrambling crowd toward the door from which the sound was coming.

When he saw the white figure standing at the door, the displeasure on his face melted away like ice and snow.

Instead, there was an undeniable sense of surprise.

"Xiao Ran?"

Li Xin turned around, one hand still resting on the mouth of the jar, and shouted loudly across the crowd, his tone full of joy.

What are you doing here?

Wei Xiaoran did not answer, but simply strode forward, pushing through the crowd, and walked towards the counter.

As Li Xin watched Wei Xiaoran approach, his smile grew wider and wider.

But the next second, his gaze shifted half an inch.

When he saw clearly the figure walking towards him beside Wei Xiaoran, with his hands behind his head and a nonchalant gait.

The smile on Li Xin's face froze instantly.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his face darkened visibly.

Liu Bo!

That country bumpkin from Cangyun Martial Arts University is actually standing here alive!

Li Xin's mind went blank.

How could Yang Shuo, that good-for-nothing, do his job?!

Didn't he use my troop deployment token to mobilize the Underworld Guards?

Two captains and deputy captains from the Heavenly Sea Realm, along with eight elite warriors from the Nine Heavens Realm, went to besiege a piece of trash from the Flying Heaven Realm.

As a result, Liu Bo returned unharmed?

Where is Yang Shuo? Where did he go?!

Countless questions churned wildly in Li Xin's mind, and a surge of anger rushed straight to the top of his head.

However, in the current situation, there was no time for him to figure out what exactly had happened at Haixin Rock.

Wei Xiaoran had already walked to the counter and stopped less than a meter away from Li Xin.

She didn't even glance at Li Xin; her gaze fell directly on the last directional can in his hand.

"Could you sell us this directional container?"

Wei Xiaoran remained expressionless, his tone as calm as if he were asking for prices at a market.

"Oh?"

Li Xin forcibly suppressed his anger, glared at Liu Bo out of the corner of his eye, and then quickly turned his gaze back to Wei Xiaoran.

"You want to buy a jar?"

Li Xin's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested, his gloomy expression instantly vanishing.

"If you want it, Xiao Ran, then there's no point in talking about selling it."

Li Xin smiled broadly, slumped his shoulders, struck a pose of extreme magnanimity, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Take it!"

He picked up the last directional can, tossed it casually in his hand twice, making a crisp sound.

"We're like family, we've known each other since we were kids, it's too formal to mention buying."

As he spoke, Li Xin stretched out his arm, took the jar, and handed it to Wei Xiaoran.

Wei Xiaoran frowned slightly, about to refuse his "gift" and prepare to pay with credits.

Just then.

Li Xin's outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"but--"

Li Xin changed the subject, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

His gaze shifted from Wei Xiaoran's stunning face, past her shoulder, and fixed on Liu Bo, who was standing at the back of the line, like a venomous snake.

"Xiao Ran".

"So you've agreed to join their lousy demon hunter squad?"

Wei Xiaoran glanced at Liu Bo following his finger, then turned back to meet Li Xin's gaze and nodded decisively.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Li Xin's breath hitched slightly, and then his chest heaved violently.

"I'm sorry."

Li Xin flipped his wrist, pulling the hand holding the jar back and hiding it behind his back.

He looked at Wei Xiaoran, his chin held high.

"You can have this jar."

Li Xin raised his free left hand and pointed to the bright grid on the wall with his name on it, which had accumulated more than seven hundred times.

"I could even give you all those safety deposit boxes on the wall that I've accumulated over hundreds of millions of dollars, without batting an eye."

Li Xin leaned forward, looking down at Wei Xiaoran with a cold smile.

"But I have only one condition."

Li Xin's finger once again passed over Wei Xiaoran and stabbed straight at Liu Bo.

"Leave this so-called demon hunter team."

"Most importantly, stay far away from this person!"