White Tiger Slaughter Art

"Ding! Spend 100,000 Fate Points to bring the White Tiger Martial Soul to maturity?"

Dai Tian's eyes nearly popped out of his head. How much?

A hundred thousand?

A hundred thousand Fate Points? Would selling me even cover it?

What a rip-off.

Dai Tian no longer had the energy to complain.

He had no intention of arguing with the system, either. The answer would only be the same: objection denied.

Dai Tian opened the system shop, and its dazzling array of goods soon left him stunned.

There were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, and even Martial Souls for sale.

He had no idea how anyone could sell a Martial Soul, but he was astonished all the same.

Besides goods exclusive to the Douluo Continent, the shop sold items from other worlds.

Cultivation Arts and Battle Techniques, pills, weapons—anything he could imagine was on sale in the system shop.

Without exception, though, the prices were exorbitant.

Even the lower-grade items were beyond Dai Tian's means.

A single Thousand-Year Soul Ring cost a hundred Fate Points.

Forget a hundred—Dai Tian couldn't scrape together even ten Fate Points right now.

Good grief. Being able to look but not buy was downright suffocating.

Since he couldn't afford anything, he would have to try another approach.

"System, as your host, I feel obliged to remind you that I'm a beginner."

Dai Tian's meaning was clear.

"Ding! The system knows the host is a beginner. A Novice Gift Pack has already been delivered to the system inventory. Please check it."

The system's words made Dai Tian's eyes light up.

He hurriedly opened his system inventory. Sure enough, a Novice Gift Pack resembling a gift box sat in the top slot.

There really is one.

Dai Tian rejoiced inwardly.

Nervously, he selected