Even Aakesh underestimated the value of the cultivation arts. Many people who had a lack of money didnât go for Panagea, but the same wasnât the case for cultivation arts.
Aakesh had at least ten thousand customers at the lowest rung of society in the Bisan Kingdom or territories acting as its tributaries. And they emptied their already minuscule savings if it got them a cultivation art they could get.
As the day passed, instead of getting free, Aakesh got busier, with the customers queuing in large numbers to sell the cultivation arts they wanted. The crowd today was even higher than yesterday.
âStore owner, I want this cultivation art,â A customer requested Aakesh as a virtual book floated near him.
Aakesh expressionlessly nodded and told the required amount the man needed to pay. The man nodded, paid the amount, and then excitedly left the queue.
It wasnât the end, as after the man left, another customer arrived in front of him with a page in his hands. The customer hadnât bought the preview, so he only had a page.
As usual, Aakesh expressionlessly told the man the amount. The man happily obliged, paid the price, and left the queue with an unconcealable excited expression.
The process continued. Sometimes unlimited endurance came in Aakeshâs way. Repeating the same process becomes mentally tiring for all, but not for Aakesh, so he sensed nothing wrong and continuously repeated the same thing over and over again.
Time flew by.
Lilith, who usually came around the afternoon, teleported directly into the store using her supreme card.
As she entered, her eyes fell on the large crowd waiting to buy the cultivation art today as well.
She then moved her eyes away and looked at Aakesh, busy selling the art as well. She then turned around, and her eyes fell on the portal room. She could see a couple of people leaving the room since their stay in Panagea must have gotten over.
Lilith then took a step forward, but it froze only in the air. In mid-air, she changed the direction of her foot and turned it toward the cultivation arts room.
Lilith suddenly gained a curiosity to check over the quality of the cultivation arts, seeing even a higher number of people in the crowd today.
Since she had all the free time, without thinking much, she took a step forward and approached the room.
After entering the cultivation arts room, she couldnât help but get surprised, seeing an item that every member of her race held dearly, Aruval.
Lilith couldnât stop herself from approaching the shelf and stroking it. The next moment, her face turned weird as she felt a coldness emanating from the shelf.
The Yaksha race members loved Aruval so much because they found themselves compatible with it. It was like Aruval was made for the Yaksha in the first place. If any Yaksha race member were to get hold of the Aruval when it had energy stored, the Aruval would transfer it to the Yaksha, purifying it. The Aruval only did this behavior with the Yaksha race members, hence the raceâs unprecedented interest in it.
Lilith belonged to the Angel group, which was one of the subspecies of the Yaksha race, so Lilithâs actual body also had a slight piece of Aruval with her in the third dimension.
But this time, the Aruval gave no compatible feeling to her. But instead, it behaved similarly to what the Aruval acted toward any other person than the Yaksha race members.
Time flew by.
Lilith didnât check any cultivation arts, but she instead left the room and joined the queue. She wanted to know about the Aruval and why it acted with such feelings toward her.
Lilithâs turn finally arrived. âWhy do you have Aruval in your store? Donât you know what my race feels toward it?â Lilith asked Aakesh with a stern expression. Her joking face was nowhere to be found.
If they find out about the presence of the Aruval in the store, the Yaksha race members would not care about the health of the dimension and would teleport here to snatch it away, even if that meant annihilating the Primal dimension. Such was their interest in the item.
âWhat has your raceâs interest in Aruval got to do with my store?â Aakesh expressionlessly asked. From the moment he saw that the shelves were made of Aruval, Aakesh knew there were bound to be conflicts between the store and the third-ranked race in the Multiverse.
Aakesh decided to trust the judgment of the system since he wasnât taken into account what material it would use in making the shelves.
Lilith couldnât help but mumble something only audible to her, but from what Aakesh felt, she was cursing. Whether it was Aakesh or she was cursing herself was only known to her since despite reaching his limit in the Primal dimension, he wasnât as strong as Lilith and couldnât hear what she said. He still had zero chances of surviving against Lilithâs clone, let alone winning.
Lilithâs face suddenly saw a change. From the stern tone, it suddenly turned into a mischievous smile. Lilith then approached Aakesh, stopped at Aakeshâs ears, and then whispered, âWhy donât I marry you, and you can give me half of the Aruval as a dowry?â
Lilith then returned to her previous position, winked, and left the queue. Aakesh had an expressionless face from the start, and he maintained that till the end, not caring for Lilithâs joke.
As soon as Lilith turned around, the smile disappeared as if it were never there. She then left toward the portal room, not known to anyone except her for what was going on in her head.
Aakesh pushed Lilithâs question back into his head as soon after Lilith left, another customer arrived in front of him with a virtual book floating near him.
âStore owner, I want this cultivation art,â The man smilingly requested Aakesh.
âYou need to pay three hundred billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million supreme Primal stones,â Aakesh nodded and expressionlessly told the man the amount he needed to pay if he wanted the cultivation art.
The man happily obliged, and soon, the required amount of Primal stones got deducted from his supreme card.