My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Gan San Niang's voice was low and melancholy, her sense of loss reaching its peak.

Luo Zhuang turned to look at Gan San Niang and immediately understood. This woman, burdened with a deep-seated hatred, had her hopes for revenge rekindled by the Dugu Nine Swords. But he had told her that the Dugu Nine Swords were fake, and her hopes were shattered, so it was natural for her to feel melancholy.

Luo Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "Instead of worrying about the Dugu Nine Swords, you should study the Zhenyue Zen Skill properly. If you master the Zhenyue Zen Skill, you'll have some strength left to take revenge."

Gan San Niang shook her head with a wry smile and said, "There are more than a hundred leaders in Songgou Mountain, big and small, each with extraordinary skills. There is a killer who wields an axe, and there is also a mountain man like the Fourth Master who can command the wind and rain."

This is just the leader; the number of his underlings is countless, making their power truly extraordinary.

My elder brother, Wu Da, was the creator of the "Zhenyue Zen Kung Fu." He wielded a Zen staff weighing over a hundred pounds and possessed extraordinary strength. Yet, back then, he could only barely protect me as I descended the mountain, and he suffered considerable injuries.

With this "Zhenyue Zen Skill," it's unlikely he'll be able to avenge himself.

Luo Zhuang nodded and said, "It is indeed a bit of a pipe dream for an individual to use martial arts to deal with a local power."

Gan San Niang then said with a sigh, "To be honest, Immortal Master, I consider myself to be somewhat beautiful. After coming down from Songgou Mountain, I thought about finding someone who could rival Songgou Mountain, so I could submit to them, ask them to send troops, and help me take revenge."

But then I thought about it, and realized that with my family ruined and my entire clan wiped out, what use was my looks? Why should anyone risk their life for me? It was just wishful thinking.

Fortunately, I came to this blessed land of the immortal, and only then did I realize my mistake. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have wasted my time and how much useless effort I would have put in.

This celestial inn, Master Xian, is perhaps a small consolation from heaven...

If there's no other way, I want to spend my last days here properly and enjoy myself. After staying here for over three hundred days, I'll go back and go to Songgou Mountain alone. Killing one is a gain, killing two is no loss.

Gan San Niang spoke resolutely, unconsciously clenching her fists, gritting her teeth, and her face filled with murderous intent.

Luo Zhuang was slightly taken aback when he saw Gan San Niang's appearance.

Having lived in this peaceful era for so long, he had never seen a woman in real life so resolute as to risk her life.

I've seen them on TV and in movies, but those are all acting. Compared to the woman in front of me who has personally experienced a blood feud, they're still not quite there.

Luo Zhuang couldn't quite describe his feelings; it seemed like he felt a mix of sympathy and admiration.

He thought for a moment and said, "Actually, you don't need to rush. It's rare to be able to relax in my shop. You can enjoy yourself first and then wait for others to come."

As you've already seen, Hengyue and you are from different worlds. My shop is frequented by customers from various worlds. Who knows if the next person from the next world will possess extraordinary martial arts skills like the Dugu Nine Swords?

Or perhaps something even better: a sword immortal who can fly through the air and disappear into the earth, using a sword-controlling technique, making a hand gesture, and the sword flies out with a whoosh, taking a person's head from a thousand miles away. Would you like to learn that? After learning it, do you think you could successfully take revenge?

Gan San Niang's eyes widened instantly, momentarily confused: "Not from the same world? What do you mean by not from the same world?"

She doesn't even understand this.

Luo Zhuang patted his head, thinking to himself that it was his own oversight. The education people received in ancient times was different from his own, so it was normal that they didn't understand these things.

He thought for a moment about how to explain it before answering, "The so-called world is just a region. Every region has different people, different histories, and different experiences, which leads to different developments."

"Your and Hengyue's worlds are both ancient, but other worlds might not be. Perhaps some have flying and teleporting abilities, others have powerful ships and cannons, or perhaps they're like mine—anything is possible."

Gan San Niang finally understood and exclaimed, "Goodness, I thought that Heng Yue and I were from different places and that we were too far apart to know each other, but it turns out that we are not from the same place at all."

"I had no idea unless you told me, Immortal Master."

Luo Zhuang smiled and said, "So you don't need to rush. Maybe, just like I said, a sword immortal will come here one day, offering a book on flying sword control as rent, and I'll teach you sword control techniques. Wouldn't that give you hope for revenge? Do you want to learn then?"

Gan San Niang was stunned, her mind already conjuring up the scene Luo Zhuang had described.

She didn't know what sword techniques were, but she imagined remotely controlling her flying swords from thousands of miles away, thrusting them straight at Songgou Mountain, one sword at a time.

She was so excited that she nodded repeatedly, "I want to learn, I want to learn!"

After nodding, he couldn't help but hesitate: "But Immortal Master, in the different worlds you speak of, are there really such... sword immortals?"

Luo Zhuang thought for a moment and said, "I really can't guarantee that. After all, I can't say for sure when guests will come from any world."

But even without sword immortals, there might be others. If a guest from a world similar to mine brought you some firearms, drones, or something, you could learn how to use them and maybe even succeed.

"It's illegal for me to buy all these things here, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem for me to get some for you myself."

Gan San Niang was somewhat bewildered: "Firearms, drones? What are those?"

This time, Luo Zhuang didn't explain himself. He opened a short video platform on his phone, searched for a video of a drone station manager, handed the phone to Gan San Niang, and said, "Watch it yourself."

Gan San Niang was slightly taken aback. Hearing a sound coming from the phone, she wondered what kind of magical artifact it was. It did resemble the television in the room, but it was much smaller.

She sat up and took the phone, just in time to see that the explanation had reached a crucial point, with the script saying something about delivering a fatal blow to the enemy from an absolutely safe place.

In the video on the phone, Gan San Niang saw a strange-looking thing flying in the sky.

Then the scene shifts to a strangely dressed person holding a bizarre-looking device that resembles a small television, which displays a viewpoint looking down from the sky.

After thinking about it carefully, Gan San Niang realized that it was the thing she had just seen flying in the sky.

The person in the video is using something in their hand to connect with something flying in the sky, making it seem as if they are flying and looking at other places.

In the video, a strange-looking square bump appeared on the object in the person's hand and stopped on the ground.

Then, the next second, the lump exploded with a bang.

Gan San Niang's eyes widened immediately, and she tilted her head back.