Chapter 339

Chapter 339

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The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their enthusiasm unabated by his humble words. The young cultivator who had expressed his desire to join the Phoenix Blade looks on with renewed determination, his resolve strengthened by Alix's words.

Inside the Phoenix Blade Group Store, the atmosphere is charged with a sense of anticipation as Alix, the leader of the Phoenix Blade, steps through the door. His presence immediately shifts the dynamic of the room; the air seems to thrum with the energy of his accomplishments and the respect he commands.

As he strides in, Alix's eyes scan the interior of the store, a look of pride evident on his face. This store is more than just a business; it's a tangible representation of his group's hard-fought victories and adventures. The shelves lined with artifacts and the walls adorned with weapons are testaments to the trials they've overcome and the successes they've achieved.

"I need the highest grade healing pills you have," Alix urges the store assistant, his tone firm yet polite. The assistant nods, recognizing the urgency of his request, and hurries to fulfill it.

While waiting, Alix continues to survey the store, his gaze lingering on each item as if reminiscing about the journeys that led to their acquisition. However, as his eyes inadvertently meet Argon's, a sudden, inexplicable fear grips him. It's a primal, deep-seated fear that seems to awaken from the very marrow of his bones, a feeling so intense that it momentarily paralyzes him.

Alix's heart pounds in his chest, his instincts screaming at him to identify the source of this profound dread. But when he looks around again, trying to pinpoint what or who could have triggered such a reaction, he finds nothing amiss. The store is just as it was, filled with patrons and the gentle hum of conversation. The unsettling sensation fades as quickly as it arrives, leaving Alix puzzled and slightly shaken.

"These cultivators are really stingy," Argon muses to himself, noting the stark contrast between the crowded line for the 1000 soul coin cultivation room and the empty, more expensive options. "They are waiting in line for the 1000 soul coin cultivation, while the other expensive cultivation room is empty."

"These cultivators are really stingy," Argon muses to himself, noting the stark contrast between the crowded line for the 1000 soul coin cultivation room and the empty, more expensive options. "They are waiting in line for the 1000 soul coin cultivation, while the other expensive cultivation room is empty."

Among the waiting cultivators, snippets of conversation float through the air, revealing their thoughts and strategies.

"I heard the 5000 soul coin room has a much faster cultivation speed, but who has that kind of money to spend on a single hour?" one cultivator laments to his companion, his voice tinged with a mix of envy and pragmatism.

"Exactly," his companion agrees, nodding. "Better to spend longer in the cheaper room and save the coins for essential pills and weapons. Every soul coin counts in the long run."

Another cultivator, a young woman with flames dancing in her eyes, speaks up from behind them. "But think about the breakthroughs we could achieve with just an hour in the higher-grade room. It's tempting, isn't it?"

Her comment sparks a round of nods and murmurs of agreement, but the consensus remains clear—the cost is a significant deterrent, leaving the higher-grade cultivation room untouched and pristine, a luxury few are willing to indulge in.

Argon watches the scene unfold, a slight smile playing on his lips. The careful calculations and considerations of the cultivators speak volumes about their dedication and the value they place on their resources. Yet, it also highlights the disparity between the wealthy and the average cultivator, a gap that even the opportunity for accelerated cultivation cannot bridge.