Myriad Things Come

Qiao Bin's gaze fell on the other's oily back. He flicked ash off the bench edge, "Brother Ning, is that Spirit Liquid shining on your back?"

At this moment, the Spirit Stones in the basket in the shop quietly disappeared. A screen reappeared before Yang Ning's eyes:

[System Prompt: Spirit Stone Collection Progress: 99999/100000 → 100000/100000, Lv2 · Large Supermarket List Unlocked!]

[System Reward: Physique +10, Current Physique: 15 (Foundation Establishment Realm Strength)]

[Next Stage: Lv3 · Simple Armory: 0/1000000]

[Please Host continue to work hard!]

The Lv1 System Mall contained ordinary convenience store goods, alcoholic beverages, cigarettes, and sundries. Now the Lv2 System Mall had become a huge supermarket, with home furnishings, electronic products, and even a large bakery and deli area.

"Brother Ning? Brother Ning?" Qiao Bin called out again.

A cool aura flowed through his entire body. The comfortable feeling of improved physique made Yang Ning hum softly, and he slowly replied, "This is called essential oil. Applying it to the back during a massage can soothe emotions and improve skincare and beauty."

Qiao Bin, at the Core Formation Stage, keenly sensed that in that very instant, Yang Ning's aura had suddenly surged. A mortal who originally had no cultivation now exuded the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Realm. His eyes lit up, and he thought in surprise: Brother Ning's place is full of curious items, this is definitely cultivation Spirit Liquid! If I had this Spirit Liquid, combined with Enlightenment Incense, my cultivation speed would surely advance a thousand miles a day! Good heavens! Wouldn't that be flying!

Qiao Bin licked his lips, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and rubbed his hands with an apologetic smile, "Brother Ning, don't hide it from me, it's definitely Spirit Liquid."

The comfortable feeling gradually receded. Yang Ning, with something stuck in his breathing hole, rolled his eyes, "Call it whatever you want."

Qiao Bin swallowed, and tentatively asked, "Brother Ning, this Spirit Liquid... how many Spirit Stones per bottle?"

Yang Ning, with something stuck in his breathing hole, curved the corners of his mouth into a profiteer's smile, "Limited product, five Spirit Stones per bottle."

Qiao Bin's eyes lit up. Although the Cloud Firmament Sword Sect was a top sect equal to the Carefree Holy Land, disciples had to complete dangerous missions in the Bounty Pavilion to obtain Spirit Liquid that assisted cultivation. The price of five Spirit Stones was simply too cost-effective compared to those missions of nine deaths and one life!

But he had just bought two cigarettes, and most of his monthly money was already spent.

"Brother Ning... could you possibly..."

"No credit." Before he could finish, Yang Ning's lazy voice came from under the bed.

Qiao Bin knew very well that the Sect Rules were strict. The Sect Master strictly prohibited disciples from oppressing citizens. Last year, a Nascent Soul senior disciple was thrown into an alchemy furnace by Law Enforcement Hall Master Yun Zishan for robbing a woman, and he ended up annihilated. He would never gamble his life and fortune for a bottle of Spirit Liquid. Moreover, he had long heard that a certain Spirit Transformation Realm big shot from Dan Peak in the sect was also a regular customer at Yang Ning's shop--this Brother Ning had connections.

As a Core Formation Stage cultivator, Qiao Bin's monthly salary was only ten Spirit Stones (equivalent to ten thousand Tongbao). After deducting daily expenses and money for cigarettes, he now only had one Spirit Stone on him.

Qiao Bin, regardless of the mud staining his white robe, bent down and crawled under the massage bed. The two of them, one above and one below, separated by the breathing hole, Yang Ning still had his eyes closed, looking leisurely and content.

Qiao Bin smiled fawningly, lowered his voice, "Brother Ning~ it's just five Spirit Stones~ we've known each other for a long time, and I'm your regular customer, please make an accommodation."

Yang Ning slowly opened one eye. His handsome face was constricted in the breathing hole, "Little Qiao, it's not that I don't want to help you, but my shop has many regular customers. If you get credit for five today, he'll get credit for five tomorrow, and will my business still be able to run?"

Qiao Bin scratched his head, very anxious. Recently, Law Enforcement Hall Master Yun Zishan had taken in a junior sister who was making rapid progress, reaching the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and was only one step away from the Core Formation Stage. As the Senior Disciple Brother of the Law Enforcement Hall, he had only just broken through to the Core Formation Mid Stage. The pressure was immense.

If in another year or two, the junior sister who had cultivated for less than ten years surpassed him, a senior brother who had cultivated for seventy years, he would surely become the laughingstock of the Sword Sect.

Qiao Bin reached out and took Yang Ning's incense ash, his throat bobbed. He glanced around to confirm no one was present, lowered his voice, and widened his eyes pitifully. "Brother Ning, how about I pledge the Law Enforcement Hall's Jade Waist Token with you? Please, give me a chance..."

Yang Ning, lying on the Massage Bed, narrowed his eyes. He slowly sat up, a wisp of smoke rising from the Lanzhou cigarette held between his fingers. Qiao Bin immediately picked up the Incense Ash Pot beside him, holding it in one hand while he began to unfasten his Jade Waist Token with the other.

"Take it back. If your Hall Master finds out you used the Law Enforcement Hall Senior Disciple Brother's Jade Waist Token as collateral, she'll skin you alive."

Qiao Bin gave an awkward Smile at Yang Ning's words. He had already spent this month's Monthly Money and was out of options. He watched Yang Ning, who was smoking and gazing at the Distant Mountain Peak, without relenting. Qiao Bin forced himself to maintain a Smile.

Time ticked by, but Qiao Bin's Smile grew increasingly Sadness-filled. The pressure of Cultivation loomed over him, so he began to play the emotional card:

"Brother Ning, you've been a savior to people like us. You know, Cultivation consumes countless Spirit Stones. We used to use a bottle of Spirit Liquid that cost fifty Spirit Stones on the Market for Decades."