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

"I've come to buy some of your teleportation scrolls."

Xiao Qiong nodded to Xu Tianlin and then pointed to the concierge counter.

"About 600 are needed to get you back from the B-level area."

Xu Tianlin blinked, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Qiong twice, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

A scroll that can teleport you back to the resort from a B-level area costs 1000 credits.

600 cards equals 60 credits.

Did this old man win the lottery?

I've never seen you so generous before!

"My lord, what do you need so many teleportation scrolls for?"

Xu Tianlin asked in confusion.

"For an expert like you, this low-grade roll is too stiff even to use as toilet paper, right?"

Xiao Qiong ignored Xu Tianlin's complaints, took out her personal terminal from her pocket, and pushed it to Xu Tianlin's side.

"It's not for my own use."

Xiao Qiong's voice was somewhat low as she continued.

"I'll buy these reels and store them with you for now."

"The competition is still a month away. If Luo Yurou, Liu Bo, and their gang of Cangyun Prefecture manage to use a scroll to get back to your resort during this month..."

"Give these scrolls to them and have them distribute them to the other human martial arts students when they enter the arena again."

Xu Tianlin skillfully picked up the terminal and transferred the funds.

"Hey, you're actually a really nice person!"

"Our Lord of the Prefecture actually paid for the competition out of his own pocket..."

Xu Tianlin grinned as he swiped his card and handed Xiao Qiong's terminal back.

However, his hand froze halfway through its flight.

That originally smiling face turned from sunny to cloudy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally even the corners of the eyes began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Xu Tianlin abruptly pulled his hand back, grabbed Xiao Qiong's sleeve tightly, and raised his voice eight octaves.

"What did you just say?! How long is the competition going to last?!"

Xiao Qiong was taken aback by his sudden action, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"A month. This year's new event, the hunting competition."

"It's in the B-level zone of the Battlefield of the Heavens, where survival and hunting are equally important. What's wrong?"

"Clang!"

Xu Tianlin's other hand trembled violently, and the enamel teacup on the table was swept directly to the ground, splashing scalding hot tea all over the floor.

"A month?!"

Xu Tianlin's eyes widened in surprise.

"Have you executives lost your minds?!"

"It's just a fight, why make it so complicated?!"

"Don't you understand the concept of a quick victory?! Can't we finish it in one day?!"

Xu Tianlin completely broke down, clutching his head with both hands and running wildly behind the counter.

"Who would bother with this kind of crazy trick?! This is practically asking for my life!"

"Brother Tongzi won't last another month!"

Xiao Qiong stared in astonishment at the furious Xu Tianlin.

He couldn't quite understand why Xu Tianlin would act as if his father had died because of the one-month competition.

"This is also taking into account the vastness of the B-level region, the dispersed nature of the alien races, and..."

Xiao Qiong tried to explain, but considering the image of Yun Shixian and the others, she didn't mention the "bait".

"We're doomed!!"

Xu Tianlin held his head, speaking in dialect, and lay down stiffly on the boss's chair behind him.

Then he frantically called for the system in his mind.

On his retina, visible only to himself, a blood-red countdown panel was relentlessly ticking.

[System self-destruct countdown: 6 days, 23 hours, and 58 minutes!]

Seven days!

There are less than seven days left before this broken system explodes into fireworks, taking him and his soul with it!

Xu Tianlin felt his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

"Brother Tongzi! How about we make a deal?"

"Give me a month's grace period! Just one month!"

"I guarantee I'll make up the difference in construction points for you within a month! I'll double the 300,000 that's short! How about 600,000 for you?!"

[Ding. The underlying system logic cannot be tampered with.]

[Countdown continues. Host, please work hard to reach the target as soon as possible.]

The cold, mechanical voice instantly plunged Xu Tianlin's heart into an abyss of ice.

"It's over..."

Xu Tianlin's vision went black, his legs kicked out, and he slumped into the chair like a lump of mud, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Is this once-great business tycoon about to fall so tragically, before it even had a chance to open its restaurant?

Outside the counter.

Looking at Xu Tianlin, whose face alternated between green and white and now turned ashen, Xiao Qiong's curiosity completely overwhelmed her worry.

He leaned forward and waved his hand in front of Xu Tianlin's eyes.

"What...is wrong?"

Are you sick?

"That's not right. At your level, where you can withstand the laws of the battlefield of all races, your physical body should be flawless and pure. How could you still get sick?"

Xu Tianlin completely ignored him.

His mind and eyes were now filled with the same number flashing wildly—

"30 million!"

Three hundred thousand construction sites!

A massive expenditure of 30 million credit points!

I'm not going to meet my KPIs!

……

at the same time.

The battlefield of the heavens, the edge of a B-level area, a dark canyon.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Hundreds of eerie blue beams of light rained down from the sky like a meteor shower, crashing heavily onto the barren, gray-brown earth.

As the light faded, the twelve teams from the Martial Arts University instantly revealed themselves.

An extremely strong, century-old, stench of blood and stench, mixed with a violent, malevolent wind, rushed towards us!

"vomit--"

Several students with weaker cultivation levels and little experience with blood immediately covered their throats and began to gag.

The sky was a somber, dark red.

From the distant, rolling, massive mountain range, deafening roars of terrifying beasts echoed intermittently, causing the rubble on the ground to tremble slightly.

"Everyone, stay alert! Be vigilant!"

With the teachers leading the teams from each school absent, the team leaders immediately demonstrated their decisiveness.

"Aren't we too conspicuous if we all get together?"

"The captain of Pingning Martial Arts University said to Xu Yuan with some concern."

That makes sense.

Fan Rui nodded.

"But it's not advisable to spread out too much, since the alien races here generally have the strength of the Flying Realm."

"I suggest that 2-3 martial arts students form a team. This way, they won't be too conspicuous and attract the attention of the Nine Heavens Realm aliens, and they will also have a certain ability to protect themselves."

Everyone nodded.

Teams with good relationships or similar strength will automatically start to form groups.

Nanjiang, Xiling, and Pingningwu have all come together, planning to find a propitious place to stay for a month.

Hai Chuan, Wang Chuan, and Qing Lan got together and prepared to find some weaker Flying Realm cultivators to take on.

The martial arts team from Beijing declined invitations to collaborate, leaving them with only 10 members, making them the smallest team.

While the others were forming teams and leaving, the people from Cangyun Martial Arts University did not rush to act.

Liu Bo was looking down at the row of "concierge conveyor scrolls" hanging on his belt, making sure they were not damaged.

"It's safe."

Liu Bo grinned widely.

Dude, you guys have cheats? You still want to win?