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

Apart from Fan Rui, all the other students from various prefectures who had escaped death on the Stone Forest battlefield by receiving teleportation scrolls from Cangyun Martial Arts University students were gathered here at this moment.

There were more than a hundred people.

They were wearing school uniforms from various universities in Wuhan, such as Qinglan, Haichuan, and Wangchuan.

The clothes, which were originally tattered and stained with blood, were now dry.

But their bodies were completely unharmed.

On the leather sofa in the lobby, several girls huddled together, staring blankly at the bright incandescent light tubes overhead.

On the ground, several boys sat cross-legged, constantly touching their chests where bone spurs had pierced them, and pinching their thighs.

Everyone's face bore the same expression of shock, confusion, and existential doubt.

"elder brother!"

Fan Yue, with her sharp eyes, spotted Fan Rui walking out of the corridor at a glance.

She immediately jumped up from beside a round table, rushed over, and grabbed Fan Rui's arm.

Fan Yue's hands were still trembling slightly as she looked Fan Rui up and down.

"Brother, you're all better? Your shoulder doesn't hurt anymore?"

Fan Rui nodded blankly.

"Captain, what kind of place is this?"

The boy with the buzz cut also joined the group.

He gripped his scalp tightly, scratching his already short hair until it looked like a bird's nest.

"I just went in and soaked in some kind of hot spring, and then I went to a spa room."

The boy with the buzz cut swallowed hard.

"Not only are my injuries completely healed, but the bottleneck I'd been stuck on for half a year—the second level of the Thousand-Pound Technique—has actually loosened!"

"Have we...have we entered a hallucination? Or have we gone to heaven after death?"

Just then.

A piercing scream erupted from the center of the crowd.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Feng, the captain of Qinglan Martial Arts University.

He suddenly stood up from a chair, put his hands on his head, and started spinning around wildly.

His left arm, which had been broken by the Thorn Feather Clan and whose bone fragments had pierced his skin, was now hanging perfectly intact on his shoulder.

Zhao Feng swung his left arm forcefully twice, creating a whistling sound.

"An illusion! This must be a hallucination!"

Zhao Feng pointed at everything around him, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"How could such a place exist in the world!"

"This is not scientifically sound!"

He rushed to the French windows, slammed his hands on the glass, and looked out at the large tree in the courtyard burning with red leaves.

"Captain Zhao."

Fan Rui walked up, managing to force a not-so-pleasant smile.

"Put your weapons away."

Fan Rui patted Zhao Feng on the shoulder, then turned around and glanced at the more than one hundred terrified students in the hall.

"Don't be so surprised, it's okay."

Fan Rui sighed, his tone as weary as a hundred-year-old man.

You'll get used to it.

"Habit?"

Zhao Feng's eyes widened. "How am I supposed to get used to something so utterly unreasonable?!"

Fan Rui shrugged: "I was the same as you at first."

"Ding-dong—"

While Zhao Feng was still frantically questioning the world.

A clear, ringing bell came from the direction of the reception desk.

Followed by.

Good afternoon, distinguished guests!

A voice, extremely lazy yet brimming with barely concealed excitement, suddenly rang out in the hall.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Xu Tianlin swaggered out from behind the solid wood counter at the front desk.

He was still holding that iconic enamel mug with the Double Happiness logo on it.

"Slurp—"

Xu Tianlin stood in front of the counter, slurping up a large mouthful of hot tea as if no one else was around.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the hundred or so new customers in the lobby, dressed in various Wuhan University uniforms, like a searchlight.

Qinglan's, Haichuan's, Wangchuan's...

Good heavens, three out of the twelve human prefectures have sent promising talents!

Xu Tianlin's eyes instantly lit up dramatically, as if countless credit points were jumping wildly in his pupils.

He quickly started calculating in his mind.

There were about a hundred people.

Each person can soak in the Life-Giving Dew Hot Spring once, costing 5,000 yuan.

Each person receives a "purification SPA" treatment to remove negative energy, costing 5,000.

If everyone makes a purchase, that would amount to over a million credit points!

Converted into construction points, that's over ten thousand!

Not counting those brats from Cangyun Prefecture, there are eight other prefectures...

Xu Tianlin shifted his gaze slightly upwards, glancing at the system panel that only he could see.

In the upper right corner, the blood-red countdown was ticking rapidly.

[System self-destruct countdown: 6 days, 10 hours, and 15 minutes.]

[Current construction site balance: 82160.]

"I can still be saved!"

Xu Tianlin mentally clenched his fist.

As long as we serve these little lambs... no, these distinguished guests well, and squeeze every last drop of credits out of them.

If you manage to gather enough remaining construction points before the countdown ends, you'll have a real chance of successfully upgrading your resort!

Thinking of this, Xu Tianlin put down his teacup and cleared his throat forcefully.

He walked around the counter, put his hands behind his back, and put on a bright, enthusiastic business smile that gave people goosebumps.

"Welcome to the Multicultural Resort!"

Xu Tianlin stared intently at the group of students who hadn't yet come to their senses, as if they were looking at mountains of gold.

"Judging from how you all looked, covered in blood and exhausted, you must have had quite a fright outside, right?"

Xu Tianlin snapped his fingers and pointed towards the second floor and the courtyard.

"It's alright. When you get here, even if the King of Hell comes to claim you, he'll have to line up and pay the toll first!"

"How were the hot springs and spa treatments you all used?"

Xu Tianlin grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"The treatment is remarkably effective, isn't it? Your cultivation has improved, hasn't it?"

"Our store adheres to the principle of honesty and integrity, and since you've already experienced our service, now—"

Xu Tianlin pulled a portable payment terminal out of his pocket and tossed it around in his hand a couple of times.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Hot spring and SPA, 10,000 credits per person."

"Credit cards accepted, no credit!"