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

"Why does the young master need so many poor martial artists?"

The follower, who had been teleported back to the outer edge of the battlefield, walked quickly while muttering to himself, completely bewildered.

He simply couldn't understand his master's peculiar thought process.

Instead of utilizing the abundant resources available, they insist on going out to find a bunch of penniless, low-level martial artists.

Doing charity?

I'm poor too!

Wouldn't it be better to give me this money?

Despite his doubts, he still had to do the job his master had assigned him obediently.

Just as Li Xin just said, in this battlefield of ten thousand races, there is a shortage of everything, but there is no shortage of low-level martial artists who are willing to risk their lives for a few hundred credits.

He stood in the gathering area of ​​the teleportation array, shouted a couple of times, and before long, hundreds of people followed behind him.

Let's return to Li Xin.

At this moment, Li Xin found a high platform with a wide view, put his hands behind his back, and stood up on it, looking down from above.

Looking down at the group of martial artists led over by his followers, Li Xin's gaze swept from left to right, and he nodded with great satisfaction.

Yes, it meets the standards.

poverty!

We're so poor!

Just by standing there, the air was filled with the stench of poverty, a mixture of cheap tobacco and fermented sweat.

Looking around, it was hard to find a single intact combat suit among the hundreds of warriors.

Everywhere there were gaps torn by the claws of the alien race, patched upon patched, some even haphazardly sewn together from pieces of low-level monster hides of completely mismatched colors.

The weapons they carried were a motley collection: swords with chipped blades, spears with rusted tips, and heavy swords with large cracks in their hilts.

The most striking feature was the ugly wounds on these martial artists' bodies, which snaked and coiled like centipedes.

Some were horizontal across the face, others ran through the arms.

These wounds had the skin and flesh turned outwards, covered with thick, dark red scabs. It was obvious that the person had been injured and had no money to buy medicine or go to a resort for a hot spring bath.

Therefore, they could only endure it and rely on their own physical constitution to forcibly heal the remaining marks.

The martial artists below the stage crowded together, whispering and murmuring among themselves.

"Hey brother, you called us all this way, saying there's some kind of get-rich-quick opportunity. What kind of opportunity is it?"

A scarred man carrying a large, blunt-bladed sword shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That's right! I've been camping out in the wild for two hours already, planning to kill a few rock porcupines today, pull out their tusks, and exchange them for some money at the shop!"

"If this is a scam, I won't even have the money to stay in the dormitory today!"

Beside him, a lean martial artist clutched the broken longsword tightly to his chest, his eyes darting around warily.

"You guys think... they wouldn't have tricked us into coming here just to steal our kidneys, would they?"

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder and louder.

"Quiet!!"

Just then, the henchman standing at the edge of the platform suddenly gathered his energy in his dantian and let out a loud roar.

The Yuan Power fluctuations of the Nine Heavens Realm swept across the entire arena in an instant, causing the eardrums of most of the martial artists below the stage, who were mostly at the Thousand Jun Realm or Flying Heaven Realm, to buzz. The scene instantly fell silent.

The henchman puffed out his chest, stretched out one hand, and pointed arrogantly at Li Xin, who was standing on high with his hands behind his back.

"Listen up, all of you!"

"This is Li Xin, the grandson of Li Junshan, the prefect of Haichuan Prefecture!"

Upon hearing the names "Haichuan Prefecture" and "Li Junshan," the martial artists below the stage gasped in unison, their previously wary eyes instantly filled with awe.

Li Junshan is a top-tier bigwig who guards a region, a true big shot!

They are not people they can afford to mess with.

The henchman was quite satisfied with the crowd's reaction. He raised his chin and continued shouting loudly:

"Young Master Li has shown you great mercy by summoning you here today; it's a tremendous stroke of luck for you! It's the greatest blessing you've ever earned in your lives!"

"Now, everyone put down your scrap metal and give a warm round of applause! Let's have our Young Master Li give a speech!"

The words fell.

An awkward silence filled the air.

A full three seconds passed before a few weak slaps echoed from the crowd.

The martial artists looked up at Li Xin with puzzled and wary expressions.

These top-tier young masters, born with a silver spoon in their mouths and who usually wouldn't even bother to look at them, suddenly come to bring them good fortune.

What good intentions could a weasel possibly have in visiting a chicken to wish it a Happy New Year?

Li Xin, however, was completely unconcerned about the awkward atmosphere in the audience.

With a beaming smile, he slowly stretched out his hands and made a downward pressing motion in front of him.

It must be said that, paired with his luxurious brocade robe, he really did have the air of a ruler surveying the country.

The scene fell completely silent, with hundreds of eyes staring intently at him.

Li Xin cleared his throat, glanced at the weathered faces below, and got straight to the point with his first sentence.

"Are you short of money?"

Upon hearing this, the martial artists below the stage almost lost their composure.

Isn't that obvious?!

The hundreds of people below all looked down at their tattered combat uniforms, which hadn't been changed in two or three years and were still leaking air.

If I weren't short of money, would I like to dress like this?

Cosplaying as Ji Gong?

Seeing the speechless expressions on the faces of the audience, Li Xin smirked.

"It's good to be short of money!"

Li Xin clapped his hands and shouted.

"..."

The lower-level martial artists below the stage stirred up instantly, with many of them bulging the veins on the back of their hands and gripping their weapons tightly.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was the grandson of the Lord of Haichuan Prefecture, they would have already smeared the soles of their shoes on this grandson's face!

You, a rich kid, come here to make fun of us? Saying it's good that we're poor?

You're insane!

Just as the crowd's anger was about to spiral out of control, Li Xin dropped a bombshell with a smile.

"You are short of money, and you work yourself to the bone every day for a few taels of silver, so you know better than anyone else the benefits and value of money."

Li Xin suddenly opened his arms wide, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"But I am exactly the opposite of you!"

"I lack everything, except money! I have more money than you could spend in several lifetimes!"

"..."

"..."

The hundreds of martial artists below the stage gritted their teeth and fell into a long silence.

At this moment, the resentment towards the rich reached its peak.

I wish I could tear this guy apart alive.

At worst, I'll just quit Haichuan Prefecture!

The martial artists' fingers were almost digging into the hilts of their swords.

Li Xin paid no attention to the reactions of the martial artists below.

He toned down his flamboyant gestures, cleared his throat, and finally got to the main topic of the day.

"Since you have needs, and I have needs, we can make a deal today!"

Li Xin bent down, placed his hands on the railing, and looked at the crowd with a fanatical gaze.

"You provide the goods, I'll pay!"

"And what you're going to sell me isn't some magical beast material, nor some rare and precious treasure, but rather—your cultivation level!"

"What?!"

"Cultivation level? How much does cultivation level cost?"

An uproar erupted in the crowd. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, thinking that the young master on stage must have gone mad.

The cultivation level is all inside one's own body, why take it out and sell it?

"Quiet! Let me finish!"

Li Xin shouted loudly, silencing the crowd's discussion. He then quickly and concisely explained the rules of the "Heaven and Earth Throwing Table" in the small Macau entertainment city, as well as the process of drawing cultivation points as chips.

"Trading is very simple!"

"Come inside with me in a bit, withdraw your cultivation levels as chips, and then lose those chips to me at that gambling table!"

"As long as you obediently hand over your cultivation to me, I will definitely not treat you unfairly. I've already set the price, listen carefully!"

Li Xin straightened up and began to quote prices.