The next morning, the Rare Treasures Bazaar grew even more bustling, with the streets teeming with lively crowds.
Today marked the official opening of the bazaar, and the trading period would last for a full month. The first few days were always the busiest, with the most vendors and the largest influx of visitors searching for their desired treasures.
"Five-hundred-year-old sea silk! The finest and most luxurious material for garments!"
"A secret treasure recipe from the Crab Clan, passed down through generations—the only one in the world! I went through hell to obtain this, and I’m selling it for eight hundred taels of gold!"
"Aren’t the Crab Clan’s secret recipes never shared with outsiders? How do we know yours isn’t fake?"
"Impossible! I stole it with my own hands!"
Stalls lined the bazaar, ranging from small roadside setups to large shops with storefronts, each employing their own tactics to attract customers.
Some relied on discounts for quality goods, others on captivating storytelling, and some simply on sheer volume.
But no promotional method could compare to the dazzling spectacle at the heart of the bazaar today.
Not far away, atop the exquisitely designed Pearl Tower, shimmering projections flickered to life, enveloping the entrance like a mirage. The images displayed a beautiful sea-dwelling maiden holding a rare treasure and a bright-eyed young man.
It was an advertisement—crafted using principles similar to a mirage!
And within it... was what seemed to be a live product demonstration?
"Uh, Little Tian, hold the item up properly—yes, one hand raised high, let it dangle down..."
Li Mo directed Lan Tian to adjust her pose before placing the merchandise in her hand.
Anyone who frequently drank coconut milk might find her somewhat familiar...
Yesterday, Young Li had successfully become the majority shareholder of Pearl Tower—not just with mountains of gold and mystic crystals, but also with his advanced business acumen and... the golden reputation of being a royal merchant.
Coincidentally, he had also run into Lan Tian, who had come to sell her hometown’s seafood.
With the promise of free meals and generous wages, he managed to recruit the food-loving girl as Pearl Tower’s very first live-streaming hostess.
However, Lan Tian was new to this and still nervous, so Li Mo decided to personally guide her through the process.
"Isn’t that Li Jianhao, the top-ranked genius of Hidden Dragon, wielder of the Fourfold Mirage?"
"I heard he has a legendary sword."
"Is he giving out freebies to celebrate his engagement to the Frost Fairy? Sounds too good to be true—let’s hear what the deal is."
Even here on the eastern shores, Li Mo’s reputation had spread far and wide.
In an instant, crowds swarmed around Pearl Tower, forming layers upon layers of onlookers.
"The bazaar is now open, and coincidentally, I’m about to get engaged. To celebrate this joyous occasion, I’m personally funding a special promotion for all of you!"
"Struggling with empty pockets? Pearl Tower now offers Golden Mountain Subsidies!"
"Worried about buying something expensive only to use it once? Fear not! Here’s a second benefit—group purchases of three get an extra 10% off!"
"And if that’s still not enough..."
Li Mo trailed off deliberately, then chuckled awkwardly and shut his mouth.
The suspense left the crowd hanging on his every word.
"Didn’t you say everyone could get their friends and family to 'slash the price'? That if enough people joined in, they could even get treasures for free?"
The naive Lan Tian blurted out, completely oblivious to the pained expression on Young Li’s face.
"What are you talking about? When did I ever say that?"
Li Mo stiffened, waving his hands in frantic denial.
"'Slash the price'?"
Among the crowd, a young man in a purple shirt, who had just arrived outside Pearl Tower, paused in his steps.
"What’s Li Mo up to? Why is he drumming up business for Pearl Tower? Did they bribe him, or is this promotion real?"
The old man beside him also looked up.
After exchanging a glance, the two decided to wait and observe.
"Brother Li, you definitely said it! You told me that customers could invite friends and family to 'slash the price'—one slash per person. If enough people joined, they could even get rare treasures for free!"
Lan Tian’s innocent, clueless demeanor made it impossible to doubt her words.
"Stop talking, just stop!"
Li Mo gritted his teeth.
"I didn’t expect the bazaar to draw such a huge crowd. What I said earlier doesn’t count anymore—do you want me to go bankrupt?"
His face twitched, and if not for the audience, he might have lunged to cover Lan Tian’s mouth. Even an expert con artist wouldn’t be able to tell if he was acting.
"So 'slash the price' means bargaining?"
"Free rare treasures? How is that possible?"
"No wonder they call him the Benevolent Swordmaster. My clan is famous for its large families—if we all come to slash the price, won’t that be insane?"
"Young Hero Li, a man of your stature can’t go back on your word!"
In an instant, both humans and sea-dwellers alike lit up with excitement.
With Pearl Tower’s long-standing prestige and Li Mo’s endorsement, who would doubt its legitimacy? Soon, countless people were calling over friends and relatives.
Some even stopped random passersby with the plea, "Can you help me slash the price?"
Unbeknownst to them, Pearl Tower’s other shareholders watched from above, their expressions a mix of awe and exasperation as they observed Li Mo’s theatrics.
Was this the acting prowess of Qingyuan Sect’s best leading man?
No wonder he became a royal merchant.
Word spread like wildfire, and soon Pearl Tower was flooded with customers, forming long queues outside.
......
"Did you hear? Young Hero Li is getting engaged and giving out promotions at the bazaar!"
"You mean the 'slash the price' deal where you can get treasures for free if enough people join in?"
"Not just free—a friend of mine got lucky! After just three slashes, he not only got a treasure but Pearl Tower even gave him five hundred taels of silver!"
"But why would Young Hero Li do this? Isn’t this like free money falling from the sky?"
"He didn’t want to! The Lan family’s daughter accidentally spilled the secret, and he had no choice but to honor his word to save face."
......
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the street, members of the Luminous Heart Sect had been observing from a teahouse for some time.
The young man in the purple shirt watched the endless stream of people exiting Pearl Tower, thoughtfully rubbing his thumb ring.
Cautious by nature, he refrained from acting immediately, even as the frenzy across the street grew.
"Young Sect Master, it seems genuine. This is a heaven-sent opportunity."
The old man could barely contain his excitement.
Though the Luminous Heart Sect was wealthy and had the potential to become a regional powerhouse, who would ever turn down more riches?
Between the Golden Mountain Subsidies and the "slash the price" deal—even a literal mountain of gold wouldn’t last long. If they hesitated any longer, they might miss out on this windfall entirely.
Finally, the young sect master made his decision.
"Send word—have all three thousand of our disciples come and slash the price!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"