Admission: One Hundred Thousand Gold Soul Coins-The Grand Cultivation Stage Welcomes Anyone with Money

"That's right, I'm the owner. And you are?"

"Your most honored customer, of course."

Ning Rongrong then looked Lin Yan over appraisingly.

"Owner, is everything on your notice fake? It sounds so far-fetched. It's not just a gimmick to scam people, is it?"

At her words, Lin Yan immediately answered with confidence.

"Absolutely genuine. No deception whatsoever."

Ning Rongrong raised an eyebrow and chuckled, the young lady's pride in her bones bursting forth completely.

"Quite a big claim. Fine, I'll put you to the test."

She stepped forward slightly, a hint of threat in her voice. "Let me make this clear. If you dare deceive me, if all of this is fake, I'll make you regret coming into this world."

Behind Ning Rongrong stood the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and two mighty Super Douluo, so she feared neither heaven nor earth, much less being swindled by this insignificant shop owner.

If she got scammed, all the better. She would have something to play with; she happened to be bored.

And so Ning Rongrong casually activated her Storage Soul Tool, tossing out bag after bag of Gold Soul Coins onto the counter.

"One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins for admission, right? I'm going to give this a taste today and see just what tricks you can conjure up."

Lin Yan swept his gaze over the Gold Soul Coins on the counter. [The system knew with a single scan that there were enough.]

"Oh, my honored customer, how could I possibly deceive you?"

At the sight of money, Lin Yan's eyes lit up. "You pay, I do the work. It takes effect immediately upon full payment, and the cultivation process can begin as soon as you enter. However, once paid, there are no refunds."

"Refunds? I'm hardly short of a few Gold Soul Coins. Even if I've been scammed, I couldn't be bothered to ask for them back. But you'll be in for it then."

With that, Ning Rongrong lifted her little face and strode straight into the empty Cultivation Room.

The crowd watching outside instantly erupted. Everyone stood on tiptoe, staring fixedly at what was happening inside, their discussions growing ever louder.

"My heavens! That little girl actually paid! She spent a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins just like that!"

"Of course. Look at her outfit. Everything about her screams four words-I have lots of money. She's definitely the young lady of some top-tier family, but she's too young and impulsive. Just wait for her to get fleeced."

"Exactly. This is a scam, one hundred percent. The shop is completely empty. There isn't even any cultivation equipment. I bet she'll storm out in less than ten seconds."

Their guesses were soon confirmed.

Ning Rongrong stepped into the Cultivation Room and quickly swept her gaze across the space. Four plain white walls, not a single thing inside. No machinery, no equipment, none of the supposed cultivation devices. It was excessively clean and absurdly empty.

One look inside was enough to chill half of Ning Rongrong's heart.

"I've been scammed. Damn it!"

She clenched her pearly teeth. "I've always been the one to trick others. No one has ever dared trick me. One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins for an empty room? This whole shop isn't worth that much!"

Once the people outside saw the scene clearly through the open door, their mocking laughter grew even louder.

Countless people bristled with righteous indignation, ready to rush inside and teach Lin Yan a lesson.

"Scammer! How dare you cheat a young lady from a great family out of her money! Smash his shop!"

"Absolutely lawless! Daring to run a scam even in Suotuo City!"

"Exactly! Does he really think my sword is no longer sharp?"

"My sword is plenty sharp, too. Come on, let's tear down this lousy shop together! Smash it!"

"All you do is talk. Go on, then! Why are you trying to rile us up? I remember now. You're the owner next door.

"Oh, I get it. This shop has been here in Suotuo City for over a decade, never opening for business, just taking up space.

"It's hogged the best location, and you've hated it for ages. So you want us to tear it down for you, then take over the premises yourself, don't you?"

"How can you sully an innocent man's name out of thin air? I simply saw injustice on the road and drew my blade to help."

"Then draw it. Don't just flap your lips."

"Fine, I'll draw it!"

"Go on!"

"We're all civilized people. Fighting and killing would be so unpleasant."

"Unbelievable..."

"What's unbelievable?"

Under everyone's doubtful and disdainful gazes, Lin Yan's expression remained unchanged as he lightly pressed a recess in the wall. With a click, a low mechanical hum quietly began.

The hard stone floor at the center of the shop slowly slid apart to either side. Soon, a massive silver-white machine with exquisitely precise, flowing lines slowly rose from beneath the ground.

An endless flow of deep-blue energy patterns wound around the machine, light and shadow shifting, its sense of technology and mystery washing over them.

This was the core of the entire Cultivation Room, cutting-edge technology beyond Douluo civilization-the Gene Cultivator.

At the sudden appearance of something that looked so badass, all the mocking laughter, clamor, and curses outside stopped abruptly. The entire place fell deathly silent.

Then everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, thinking to themselves:

What on earth is that thing? It looks so badass.

"You know what it is?"

"No, but that doesn't stop me from thinking it's badass. Look at those glowing flames, that mysterious aura. It doesn't look like anything ordinary."

Now everyone stared wide-eyed at the Gene Cultivator, their eyes filled with disbelief, leaving only shock.

Inside, Ning Rongrong also froze, the curses she had been about to hurl at Lin Yan stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.

No sooner had she said there was nothing here than Lin Yan conjured up a machine that looked so impressive.

"This is your shop's cultivation equipment?"

"That's right. The genuine article."

"So what exactly does it do?"

"Cultivate for you, of course. Why else would I summon it?"

"How do I use it?"

"Simple. This is a Gene Cultivator. All cultivation is handled by the Gene Cultivator. You don't need to get pregnant or give birth."

If I did, I never would have come.

Ning Rongrong grumbled inwardly.

"This machine alone can do all of that, yes. It only needs your bloodline as a genetic blueprint."

Lin Yan pointed at the circular recess on top of the Cultivation Machine. "Put a drop of blood in there, and cultivation can officially begin."

Ning Rongrong came back to her senses. Looking at the mysterious machine that truly existed before her, she thought of the hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins she had already paid. Even if it was shit, she had to taste how salty it was.

So Ning Rongrong pressed her lips together, raised her hand, and placed her finger over the recess.

Soon, after sensing her finger, the recess automatically produced a slender blood-sampling needle and gave her a light prick.

Ning Rongrong only felt as though a mosquito had bitten her. Then a crimson bead of blood slowly dripped down, landing precisely in the Cultivation Machine's core recess.

Beep!

A crisp mechanical notification suddenly sounded. In an instant, the entire Gene Cultivator erupted with a brilliant deep-blue glow that flooded the whole Cultivation Room, dazzling the titanium-alloy dog eyes of the spectators.

As the glow swirled, Lin Yan's consciousness had already sunk into his exclusive cultivation system interface, a clean virtual screen floating before his eyes.

The information on the interface was clear:

[Maternal bloodline: Ning Rongrong, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; paternal bloodline: Lin Yan, the Cultivation Room's sole bound host.]

Without any additional action from him, the system had already automatically extracted and bound his bloodline.

As the Cultivation Room's sole owner, his bloodline was the default paternal base for all artificial embryos, applied automatically.

The very next instant after the system notification, the payment deduction alert sounded right on time:

[Basic cultivation fee deducted for this session: 100,000 Gold Soul Coins.]

One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins, deducted just like that.