A Small Mishap

"The door is open! The door is open!" As soon as the voice came out, the surrounding cultivators immediately fell silent, all looking at the now-opened door of the Mysterious Bookstore and Ma Feifei standing in front of it.

Looking around, Ma Feifei saw that there were an overwhelming number of onlookers again. He shook his head and prepared to turn around and run back to get a table.

"Shopkeeper~" Zhang Yunji limped up.

Upon seeing him, Ma Feifei exclaimed in surprise, "What brings you here? Has your injury healed?"

Yesterday I heard Yun Qingyang describe Zhang Yunji as Chang Kong -dead, but today he seems to have no problems except for a slight leg injury?

Zhang Yunji chuckled and said, "Isn't the Bookstore launching a new world today? As a Bookstore, of course I have to come and help!"

Ma Feifei nodded. He had witnessed Zhang Yunji's flattery skills before, so he didn't argue with him and said, "Go and bring out a table."

"Alright!" Zhang Yunji responded and left, his previously limping leg instantly becoming as nimble as a bird.

Ma Feifei stroked his chin, watching Zhang Yunji's retreating figure, feeling a little strange.

'Why isn't this guy blaming me?'

To say that Zhang Yunji has become the way he is now is largely due to his close relationship with Ma Feifei.

The Mysterious Bookstore only has three people, including the owner. When Ma Feifei is bored, he can only chat with them. However, Yun Qingyang is extremely aloof and doesn't pay much attention to Ma Feifei. Moreover, he has intellectual problems and is terrible at talking. So, only Zhang Yunji keep Ma Feifei company.

People always like to brag a little when they have nothing to do. In order to liven up the conversation, Ma Feifei used a little exaggeration in some topics during their daily chats.

Yes, that's what's commonly known as bragging.

It's one thing for people to brag in private, but what's the point of taking someone's words out and spreading them around?

As it turned out, everyone in Dubian Town started taking Ma Feifei's boasts and empty promises seriously...

Ma Feifei had prepared himself for Zhang Yunji to complain and planned to teach him a lesson about not being so straightforward; however, judging from Zhang Yunji's demeanor, he didn't seem to intend to complain to Ma Feifei. This made Ma Feifei wonder if Zhang Yunji had been beaten senseless and forgotten that he was the one who said those things.

"Shopkeeper, the table has arrived, please move aside." Lost in thought, Zhang Yunji had already picked up the table and was walking out, reminding Ma Feifei was standing at the door.

Ma Feifei moved aside as instructed, and Zhang Yunji put the table down and then stood on the other side, ready to receive the exclusive number at any time.

Ma Feifei could only suppress his doubts and looked at the cultivators around him, saying, "Please sort according to your assigned numbers. The first thousand people, please hand your numbers to Zhang Yunji and then stand in the center."

Pushing and shoving, some people began to squeeze out of the crowd and walk towards Zhang Yunji.

About ten minutes later, a thousand cultivators stood in the open space in the center of the Bookstore entrance, staring at Ma Feifei.

Ma Feifei glanced around and found many familiar faces inside. The one that impressed Ma Feifei the most was his classmate Liu Changsheng, who was still inside this time.

"Looks like this guy's pretty rich!" Ma Feifei glanced at Liu Changsheng and couldn't help but think.

Ma Feifei had two considerations for launching the "One Book Multiple Travels Worlds" feature of "The Lotus Lantern": First, to make this Epic-grade- quality book available for everyone to read and contemplate as soon as possible.

Secondly, it's to make money, that is, to earn Spirit Crystal. Ma Feifei needs a lot of Spirit Crystal to support the advancement of the Divine Beast, Mew. Only when Mew's level is high can Ma Feifei complete another Side Quest - participating in the Quartz League Competition.

The Bookstore's biggest profit now comes from opening up 'One Book Multiple Travels worlds'. No matter what benefits a cultivator gains from the book's world, they must pay an equal amount of Spirit Crystal to withdraw them, and Ma Feifei can have a 10% share of these Spirit Crystal.

That's why Ma Feifei chose to open the world of "Lotus Lantern" in the book, so that he could complete the listing task while also earning Spirit Crystal to upgrade his Mew, killing two birds with one stone.

Shaking off his thoughts, Ma Feifei continued, "I believe everyone is familiar with the basic rules, so I won't go into detail here. However, there's one thing I hope you'll remember: never break the rules. If your score is negative at the final settlement, you'll likely be Punishment by the world within the book, and the pain will be unimaginable."

The Eighteen Levels of Hell are so terrifying that just hearing their names is enough to instill fear, let alone experiencing them firsthand.

Seeing how serious Ma Feifei was, everyone nodded to indicate that they understood.

Looking at the time, she realized it was already past nine o'clock. Without hesitation, Ma Feifei returned to the cashier, took out the book "The Lotus Lantern," and placed it on the table.

The black, antique-looking book instantly attracted everyone's attention, and everyone stared at it with greedy, envious, or Covet eyes.

Some even harbored evil thoughts that led them to Snatch the book.

This desire is especially strong among powerful figures with cultivation levels such as Spirit Venerable and Spirit Emperor.

The atmosphere suddenly changed, and everyone seemed to sense it, their expressions becoming somewhat somber.

Ma Feifei frowned, thinking to himself, "Could it be that these people are getting ulterior motives because Qingyang isn't here?"

Just as Ma Feifei finished thinking to himself, a powerful aura suddenly swept over him, heading straight for Ma Feifei.

Because I was standing at the entrance, the Bookstore didn't react at all.

Ma Feifei remained motionless, watching the dark figure descend from the sky.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, a figure leaped up from the crowd, met the dark figure head-on, and exchanged a palm strike.

"Boom!"

A tremendous sound rang out, and powerful Spiritual Power spread out, affecting the cultivators below and forcing them to activate their Spiritual Power for defense.

The force of the palm strike dissipated, and the aftershocks subsided.

Everyone looked up and saw two figures hovering in mid-air: one was the newly promoted Spirit Saint Chang Kong, and the other was a masked man in black.

"The Phantom Organization?" For some reason, upon seeing this dark figure, Ma Feifei immediately thought of the Phantom Organization that had previously attempted to assassinate him; their attire and style were remarkably similar.

"Bang~"

Another loud bang, and the two exchanged blows once more.

Without exchanging many words or pausing, the two began to fight in the sky.

Thirty seconds later, the dark figure struck and retreated, disappearing into the horizon.

Everything returned to calm.

He drifted down from the Chang Kong, his face expressionless.

Ma Feifei was somewhat shocked. He could tell that Chang Kong's condition didn't seem very good; he had obviously been injured in the previous exchange. However, now was not the time to think about such things; opening the world within the book was the most important thing.

"Let's begin!" Ma Feifei said calmly, casually tapping a black book with one hand.

Then, the black book slowly rose up, flashing with golden light, and began to turn its pages while suspended in mid-air.

'Whoosh~'

Beams of golden light shot out, striking the thousand cultivators in the center and drawing them into the books.

At the same time, a faint projection began to refract, and a huge screen appeared on the roof of the Mysterious Bookstore.

Gradually, the black projection began to brighten, and the scene inside appeared before everyone's eyes; while in the narration, a line of data appeared, showing the ranking of the points of one thousand people.