"Boss Lu, do you have any more of those divine artifacts you sold me last time, the ones called 'lighters'? I'll trade you the mining rights to half a galaxy for one!"
"Senior Lu! This bottle of 'Leibi' immortal brew is an unparalleled treasure. Just one sip helped me break through to the Nascent Soul stage! Would you trade me a whole case for the treasure that protects my sect?"
As Lu Xingye watches the buying requests flood the All-Worlds Trading Group from mighty cultivators, commanders of interstellar empires, and elven queens from magical worlds, he glances at the mountains of Yiwu wholesale goods stacked in the warehouse behind him.
Lighters? One yuan each.
Leibi? Near-expiry drinks, fifty cents a bottle.
Looking at the antigravity engine blueprints, elixir of immortality, and super-dimensional lithography machine he got in exchange, Lu Xingye sighs.
"How is it that even a little side business makes so much money these days?"
