"Ye Feng, an outer disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, trespassed into the forbidden grounds and stole secret techniques!"

"I hereby represent the Enforcement Hall of the Tianyuan Sect in sentencing you—your dantian shall be destroyed, and you are hereby expelled from the sect!"

In the solemn chamber of the Enforcement Hall, Elder Xing Tianba, the chief enforcer, bellowed his final verdict with thunderous authority.

"No!"

"This is a frame-up!"

The restrained youth, delicate-featured but now wild-eyed with fury, let out a piercing, anguished cry, his face twisted in disbelief.

**THUD!**

In the next instant, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was sent flying by a single brutal palm strike from Xing Tianba. His dantian shattered instantly, and he collapsed unconscious, blood pooling beneath him—his chances of survival now slim to none.

"Throw him into the mass burial pit."

Xing Tianba spat in disgust and coldly ordered the Enforcement Hall disciples to dispose of the boy's body like trash, hauling it away to the forsaken graveyard.

The mass burial pit—aptly named—was where Tianyuan Sect and its surrounding territories discarded their dead. Rotting corpses piled high, filling the air with a nauseating stench of decay.

"Opposing my nephew? You deserved worse than death."

Xing Tianba, a towering and brutish figure, smirked in disdain before spitting again, his voice dripping with contempt.

The truth was, this young man—Ye Feng, an outer disciple—had crossed paths with Xing Tianba’s nephew, Xing Shaofeng.

And so, Xing Shaofeng and Xing Tianba had conspired to lure him into the sect’s forbidden grounds, ensuring he was caught red-handed by the Enforcement Hall.

Thus, with both internal and external forces conspiring against him, Ye Feng was convicted beyond doubt. His dantian was shattered, sealing his fate.

In this world of martial arts, a shattered dantian meant certain death!

Amidst the desolate burial mounds, Ye Feng, who had been left for dead, suddenly stirred. His breath was faint as a wisp of smoke, yet his eyes snapped open, blazing with a fierce light. Through gritted teeth, he growled, "If I survive this..."

"Within three years, I will annihilate the Tianyuan Sect and slaughter Xing Tianba and Xing Shaofeng!"

But the truth was, Ye Feng was now a cripple, lying helplessly among the corpses, devoid of strength—save for his unyielding will to live.

"Even at death's door, you cling to such relentless resolve. Impressive. I choose you."

Suddenly, an ethereal voice, like a divine chant, resonated through the heavens and earth, reaching Ye Feng's ears.

"Do you seek vengeance?"

"Become the master of the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop, and I shall grant your wish."

To Ye Feng, drowning in the abyss of despair, the voice was a beacon of hope, illuminating his path forward.

"I accept."

"I will become the master of the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop!"

The moment the words left his lips, the heavens trembled.

A bolt of mystical lightning tore through the sky, striking Ye Feng's body and infusing him with newfound power.

"Ah—!"

In the next instant, space twisted and distorted, and Ye Feng found himself transported to an unknown world, his body brimming with an extraordinary surge of power.

The surroundings before him were adorned with an understated yet profoundly elegant simplicity, exuding an intoxicating charm that left him spellbound.

Just then, a shadowy figure gradually emerged in the distance, moving steadily toward Ye Feng. As the figure drew nearer, its features became clear—a kindly old man draped in black robes.

"Welcome to the Multiverse Pawnshop," the old man said warmly.

"I am Old Ghost, the sentient spirit of this establishment."

"Congratulations, young man. From this moment onward, you are the tenth master of the Multiverse Pawnshop!"

Hearing the old man's words, Ye Feng snapped out of his daze, his face a picture of bewilderment. He muttered to himself, "The tenth master of the Multiverse Pawnshop?"

"What exactly is this place?"

"And what can I do as its master?"

Old Ghost chuckled and explained, "The Multiverse Pawnshop trades in everything."

"It is one of the primordial origins of all things. Here, you can barter anything—weapons, techniques, elixirs, even lifespan. Nothing is beyond our reach!"

"Once, our pawnshop stood at the pinnacle of glory, unrivaled in the world. But due to mismanagement by previous masters, it eventually fell into ruin."

"Now, little remains in the shop’s inventory."

"Only one million premium-grade spirit stones and a hundred years of lifespan."

"These are the stakes we have left for trade."

"Of course, the previous owners left behind a mountain of unsettled debts—consider them valuable assets. Hopefully, one day, you'll be able to collect them."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up with curiosity as he immediately spotted the towering pile of bills in the distance. He casually picked one up, only for his eyes to widen in shock.

"Supreme Sword Emperor Ling Tian—owes the pawnshop one Imperial Sword, to be repaid with his legacy of swordsmanship."

"Supreme Sword Emperor Ling Tian? That legendary butcher who carved a path of blood across the heavens and the earth, hailed as the pinnacle of sword mastery!"

"Even a Sword Emperor of his stature once made a deal with the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop?"

"This... this is absolutely unbelievable!"

"Grandmaster of Venoms—owes the *Tome of Poison*, to be repaid with a thousand years of servitude to the pawnshop."

"Grandmaster of Venoms, the master of toxins who struck fear into countless hearts, whose poison arts were said to be godlike—even his skills originated from the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop?"

"My god!"

"This world is insane! So many legendary figures actually had dealings with this pawnshop!"

A storm of disbelief raged in Ye Feng's heart. He stood there, wide-eyed and shaking his head, struggling to process it all.

As he flipped through the contracts, each one more staggering than the last, his expression twisted into something between awe and bewilderment. His entire worldview had just been upended.

It was painfully clear that the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop had once wielded terrifying influence—like some shadowy puppet master pulling strings behind the scenes.

And yet, who could have imagined it would fall into such a pitiful state?

"Good heavens," Ye Feng muttered, rubbing his temples. "My predecessors really left behind one hell of a mess."

Ye Feng let out a bitter laugh, his face etched with helplessness as he grasped the dire state of the Multiverse Pawnshop.

The old ghost sighed in resignation. "The sixth master betrayed us and fled. After that, the Multiverse Pawnshop never recovered. Though it briefly flourished again, the ninth master completely lost his way—signing reckless contracts, squandering all its assets, and ultimately suffering the pawnshop’s backlash. He was consumed by divine flames, doomed to eternal damnation."

His voice grew solemn. "I hope you won’t follow in their footsteps. Manage it well, and restore the Multiverse Pawnshop to its former glory."

"Oh, and since you’ve become its master, you’ve also gained a first-tier ability."

"Shapeshifting, invisibility, dimensional travel—and invincibility within the pawnshop."

"As the pawnshop grows stronger, so will your powers."

"Right now, your greatest ability is absolute invincibility inside the pawnshop. Even an Emperor-tier powerhouse wouldn’t stand a chance against you here."

Ye Feng’s eyes glazed over in stunned disbelief. "That’s… insane," he muttered under his breath.

"Just how many abilities does the master of the Multiverse Pawnshop actually have?"

**Second-tier ability:** Mastery of forging and alchemy—unlocks the Armory!

**Third-tier ability:** Unseals the Multiverse Library and the Time Chamber for cultivation!

**Fourth-tier ability:** Unlocks the Treasure Vault!

...

**Eighth-tier ability:** Infinite wealth!

**Ninth-tier ability:** Immortality, mastery over time, and the power to traverse the past!

Level 10 Ability: Omniscience and Omnipotence!

As Ye Feng scanned through the long list of abilities and privileges granted to the master of the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop, his excitement surged uncontrollably, leaving him breathless for what felt like an eternity.

Immortality!

Time travel!

Omniscience and omnipotence!

These powers, once the stuff of myths and legends, were now within his grasp!

For Ye Feng, this revelation was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Of course, obtaining such abilities would come at a steep price. He would have to grow steadily, elevating the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop to the pinnacle of all realms before any of this could become reality.

Otherwise, it would remain nothing more than an empty dream.

In the vast multiverse, strength reigned supreme.

And right now, Ye Feng was nothing but a cripple.

"I need to restore my dantian. Old Ghost, can you do it?" Ye Feng asked in a low, urgent voice.

"Of course! Easier than flipping a pancake!" Old Ghost replied with a sly grin.

A spark of hope lit up Ye Feng's eyes as he clenched his fists in exhilaration. "Perfect! I swear—I’ll restore the Ten Thousand Realms Pawnshop to its former glory!"