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

Fan Rui felt a bizarre and dazzling display of colors flashing wildly before his eyes. The next second, he felt an extremely solid sensation under his feet.

"Bang."

He stomped heavily on the hard, flat ground.

He staggered two steps, knelt on one knee, and barely managed to steady himself by leaning on his longsword.

Fan Rui was panting heavily, his longsword held horizontally across his chest, ready to fight at any moment.

But soon, he froze.

A gentle breeze rustles through the red leaves, casting a shadow.

Soothing music drifted in.

There were no hissing sounds, nor any bone spurs flying everywhere.

Even the chilling, malevolent aura vanished completely.

"Where am I?!"

Fan Rui's gaze swept around.

The hard, dark brown rocks underfoot were gone, replaced by a smooth, bluestone path.

Directly in front of him, an extremely wide glass door was wide open, and above the door frame hung a small neon lightbox that was flashing red and blue lights.

The bold font spells out four large characters—

Welcome!

"Resort?"

His mind went blank; he was completely unable to process the extremely unreal information before him.

The A4 core area of ​​the battlefield of the heavens is a hellish arena where death can strike at any moment.

How come there's a courtyard with neon signs and playing soft music?!

Just when Fan Rui was questioning the meaning of life.

"Flap flap flap—"

A soft flapping sound came from overhead.

Fan Rui suddenly raised his head and gripped his longsword tightly.

Within the dense, fiery red canopy of the Burning Tree, a small figure fluttered its two pairs of exquisite elven wings and slowly flew down.

She wore a red floral dress and had clear, deep red eyes.

Her chubby, lotus-root-like hands struggled to hold a wooden sign that seemed rather large to her.

She blinked her big eyes and landed half a meter in the air in front of Fan Rui, giving him a sweet, harmless smile.

"A new person has arrived?"

Candice said in a childish voice, then handed the wooden plaque she was holding to Fan Rui.

"Judging from your situation, I suggest you go soak in a hot spring first."

Fan Rui swallowed hard, his gaze mechanically falling on the wooden plaque in Candice's hand.

On the surface of the wooden sign, several lines of large characters were written in a somewhat crooked but extremely careful handwriting.

【Guide to Resorts Featuring Ethnic Customs】

[Accommodation: Deluxe training room with a king-size bed, 10x training speed, 1000 credits/day.]

[Healing: Life-Giving Spring, cures all ailments, 5000 credits/time.]

[Evil Removal: Evil Energy Purification SPA, 5000 Credits/session.]

[If you're short on cash, you can buy alien materials at the Myriad Races Bank!]

[(Recommended) Accept Candice's bounty (#^.^#)]

Fan Rui scanned the words on the wooden sign line by line.

"A resort showcasing the diverse cultures of various ethnic groups?"

"Ten times the cultivation speed? A cure-all?!"

He looked up at the smiling Candice, then at the glass door that flashed "Welcome".

Suddenly, Liu Bo's words, "Tear it up and then go take a bath," and his ridiculously energetic state flashed through my mind.

"Ding-dong."

The longsword in Fan Rui's hand slipped completely and smashed onto the bluestone slab.

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Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair, hitting the smooth pebbles and shattering into pieces.

Fan Rui stood up from the pale blue pool and stepped onto the stone slabs by the pool.

He lowered his head, fixing his gaze intently on his left shoulder.

A dozen minutes ago, the place was pierced through by the half-meter-long bone spike of the Thorn Feather Clan, leaving a terrifying blood hole that was completely open and mangled.

But now.

Smooth and firm.

Not a single scar was left.

He raised his right hand and rubbed the skin vigorously with his fingertips.

The sensation from my fingertips was incredibly realistic, and the meridians beneath the muscles were even more resilient than before the injury.

Fan Rui turned around and looked at the spring of life-giving nectar behind him, which was bubbling and steaming.

A few emerald green leaves floated on the surface of the spring water, and an extremely rich life force emanated from the white mist.

Fan Rui checked his entire body.

It wasn't just a penetrating injury to the left shoulder.

The physical strength exhausted during the frantic escape in the wilderness, the depleted Yuan energy, and even the internal organs injured in the battle.

Everything is healed.

It only took about ten minutes.

After soaking in the pool for ten minutes, he felt like he had a brand new body, radiating inexhaustible energy from the inside out.

Fan Rui stood barefoot on the wooden floor of the locker room.

He casually grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, without saying a word.

The locker room was quiet; the only sound was his own slightly heavy breathing.

He looked up at the clear mirror on the wall, at his perfectly intact reflection.

"I see!"

At that moment, he understood.

In his mind, the scenes he had seen in the outer area of ​​the battlefield of the heavens flashed wildly like a revolving lantern.

Liu Bo straddled the porcupine's rear end backwards and frantically poked at it.

Those male students from Cangyun Martial Arts University, even with the skin and flesh on their backs scraped so deep by the weathered rocks that the bones were visible, even with their intestines almost spilling out of their stomachs.

They did not back down at all, and were even frantically extracting the essence and materials of the alien race.

At the time, he thought these people were crazy.

Fan Rui could still hear the words Rong Jing uttered through gritted teeth, dragging her nearly broken leg: "What a huge loss..."

It turns out that when they said they suffered a huge loss, they didn't mean they didn't take enough people down with them.

It's not that they haven't earned enough money to spend on this pool!

"As long as you have a breath left, tear open the scroll, come back here for a bath, and you'll be a hero again."

Fan Rui muttered to himself.

He covered his face with his hands, his shoulders twitched slightly, and he let out a strange, eerie laugh.

This is hardly the kind of mad dog fighting style.

This is clearly a case of taking advantage of unlimited resurrections to farm money like crazy in the battlefield of the heavens!

If it were him, and he knew that there was such a panacea pool behind him to back him up, he would be even crazier than Liu Bo and his gang!

Fan Rui got dressed and pushed open the door to the changing room.

On the walls of the corridor, there are very conspicuous signs.

Following the arrow on the sign, he pushed open another revolving door that read "[Evil Qi Purification SPA]".

Twenty minutes later.

Fan Rui walked out of the revolving door.

He wasn't wearing shoes; he was walking barefoot on the corridor tiles.

It was all so unbelievable.

The dark gray evil energy that had been absorbed from the depths of his meridians during the battle in the B-level zone was gradually and precisely drawn out by the water curtain.

It wasn't painful at all; it even felt a bit good.

Even more bizarrely, this malevolent energy was transformed into cultivation power, which then nourished him.

He lowered his head, opened his arms, palms facing upwards.

The Ninth Level of the Thousand-Pound Realm!

A surge of Yuan energy far exceeding that before rapidly gathered in his palm, faintly accompanied by a sonic boom.

He made a breakthrough.

He felt the breakthrough was somewhat hasty.

There is no need for secluded meditation or sudden enlightenment about life and death.

I sat on that stone platform for twenty minutes and took a look at the fish.

Then, he went directly from the eighth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm to the ninth level.

"No wonder..."

Fan Rui swallowed a large mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with great effort.

It dawned on him.

The last piece of the puzzle in my mind was finally complete at this moment.

Three months ago, Luo Yurou and her group were just a bunch of Rock Realm warriors being chased all over the place by Rock Ridge Porcupines.

A few days earlier, on the grand competition stage in Nanjiang Prefecture.

Liu Bo, a weight of nine thousand pounds.

Rong Jing, a thousand pounds of weight.

Luo Yurou even broke through on the spot in the arena, stepping into the Flying Realm that all martial arts students dream of!

This abnormally fast cultivation speed once made him question the meaning of life.

Fan Rui took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging Yuan energy within his body.

He started walking down the corridor toward the resort's lobby.

in the hall.

At this moment, everything is in complete chaos.