Supermarkets connect to all realms, it's not too much for a succubus to like me, is it?

The old man let out a beast-like growl as he struggled to his feet.

His murky eyes scanned the store frantically.

His gaze swept over the colorful snacks and drinks without lingering for a moment.

finally.

Their gazes were fixed on the shelf displaying the shimmering, "high-class" [Immortal Realm Special] items!

In particular, those green, translucent bottles on the shelf were more alluring to him than stunning beauties!

"Such...such pure fire essence!"

The old man took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a hungry, wolf-like green light.

"Though it's a jumbled mess, its intensity... I've never seen anything like it in my entire life!"

He was none other than Qing Xuzi, a down-on-his-luck rogue cultivator who was banished to the mortal realm and hunted down here for stealing the imperial wine from the Peach Banquet in the Immortal Realm.

At this moment, he had exhausted his immortal power and was also suffering from "alcohol withdrawal symptoms" from not having drunk alcohol for several days, so his mind was somewhat unclear.

"You are the one!"

Qingxuzi could no longer restrain himself. Ignoring the other people in the shop, he made a hand seal with his right hand and muttered incantations.

"Hidden Space in Your Sleeve, come here!"

He attempted to use teleportation magic to directly snatch the "treasure" from the shelf.

however.

The moment his incantation was completed, the "power of rules" that had just taught the black-robed old Taoist a lesson descended once more!

"Buzz—!"

An irresistible and terrifying force precisely targeted Qing Xuzi.

His barely condensed magical power was instantly crushed to dust.

With a "whoosh," as if grabbed by an invisible hand, the person was sent flying sideways in an extremely ungraceful manner.

"Splat!"

A crisp sound, like a damp rag being slapped against a wall, rang out.

Qing Xuzi was positioned in a standard "T" shape, with his limbs outstretched and face down, pinned firmly against the cash register in front of Lin Mo, unable to move.

The old face was squeezed out of shape, looking incredibly comical.

"Tsk, another one who doesn't read the 'Customer Guidelines'."

Lin Mo calmly put down the rag in his hand, as if he was already used to this kind of scene.

He ignored the Qingxuzi bottle plastered on the counter like a mural and slowly took a bottle of 56-degree Red Star Erguotou from the shelf.

"Click".

He reached out and unscrewed the cheap plastic bottle cap.

A strong, pungent "aroma" mixed with the smell of pure industrial alcohol instantly filled every corner of the supermarket!

Qing Xuzi, who was lying on the cashier's counter, feeling ashamed and indignant and struggling desperately, suddenly froze.

His primordial spirit, hidden beneath his Taoist robe, was already listless and dispirited.

But the moment he smelled this unprecedented "fiery essence," he seemed to be injected with adrenaline, suddenly raising his head and his nostrils flared wildly.

All of Qingxuzi's struggles ceased instantly.

He sniffed the air sharply, and his cloudy old eyes suddenly lit up!

"This...this is such explosive and pure fire essence!"

The old Taoist priest's voice trembled, and his old face, pressed against the cashier's counter, forced out a fawning, distorted smile, with saliva dripping down the edge of the counter.

"Young...young friend, I am Qingxuzi, a newcomer to your esteemed land. I am unfamiliar with the rules and have offended you greatly!"

His attitude made a complete 180-degree turn.

His arrogant attitude at first followed by his obsequious manner made Su Jiu'er, who was standing to the side, want to laugh.

Seeing this, Lin Mo laughed inwardly, but on his face he still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

He slowly placed the bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the counter, less than ten centimeters from the old Taoist's nose, and then stopped moving.

The strong smell of alcohol was, to Qing Xuzi, the most intoxicating poison in the world.

He felt his parched and depleted spirit regain a glimmer of life under the nourishment of this scent.

"Young friend, name your price!"

Qingxuzi twisted his neck with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the green sacred object.

"Such fine wine, I, the old Taoist, would gladly... I would gladly exchange it for!"

talking.

He was trapped under the Taoist robe and struggled to move around for a long time.

at last.

A stone the size of a pigeon egg, crystal clear and exuding a faint spiritual aura, rolled out of his sleeve and landed on the cashier's counter.

The "ding" sound was crisp and pleasant.

"One low-grade spirit stone!"

Qing Xuzi's tone carried a hint of arrogance.

"This is the hard currency of the celestial realm, containing pure spiritual energy, enough to prolong the lifespan of mortals and prevent all diseases! In exchange, you're getting a bottle of mortal wine—you've struck gold!"

Su Jiu'er curiously peeked over. She could sense a peculiar energy contained in the stone. Although it was weak, it definitely belonged to another world.

Lin Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, silently reciting to the system:

"Zero, examine this thing."

[Item: Low-grade spirit stone (95% of its energy has dissipated)]

【Ingredients: High concentration of spiritual energy crystals】

[Value Assessment (Human): 0.]

[The energy of this item cannot be absorbed by the laws of the current plane, and it carries a weak spatial radiation; prolonged contact is harmful to mortals.]

[Suggested solution: Play with it like a marble.]

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

Good guy.

You think you can trade a piece of glass that's toxic to me for 100,000 yuan of Erguotou liquor that I bought with my hard-earned money?

That old swindler is wicked!

"cough."

Lin Mo cleared his throat, stretched out two fingers, picked up the spirit stone like picking up trash, waved it in front of Qing Xuzi, and then threw it back to him with a look of disgust.

"Sir, let's speak frankly."

Lin Mo's tone turned cold.

"My supermarket operates on the principle of honesty and fairness. You think you can exchange this worthless stone for my prized possession—'Fire Dragon's Saliva'?"

"Dragon's Saliva?!"

Qingxuzi was taken aback, clearly intimidated by the imposing name.

"That's right."

Lin Mo, without batting an eye, began to fabricate a story.

"This wine is made by collecting the essence of the blazing sun from the heavens and blending it with the essence of the five grains of the human world. It is brewed through eighty-one processes. A sip from a mortal can cleanse the marrow and strengthen the body; a cup from a cultivator can break through the bottleneck of inner demons. Your spirit stone is not only impure in its spiritual energy, but it also leaks like a sieve. It is worthless to me."

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Qingxuzi was anxious; he had never met such a discerning "mortal" in his life.

Just then.

Su Jiu'er, who hadn't said a word, walked gracefully to the beverage freezer.

She took out a can of chilled Coca-Cola and, with a "pop," pulled the tab.

"laugh--"

A stream of cool, sweet-smelling white bubbles bursts forth from the can, accompanied by the pleasant sound of it being opened, which is particularly clear in the quiet shop.