Dimensional Storekeeper

Chapter 192: Yan Zhi Just Happy to Be Here

They glanced at each other.

With a silent group nod, all four of them turned on their AirBuds at the same time.

A crisp, mechanical voice sounded in their minds.

“AirBuds activated.”

“Server connected.”

“AirBuds bounded to the user successfully.”

Yan Zhi’s eyes widened.

Mo Xixi straightened her back with visible anticipation.

Kurome’s tail swayed once.

Tian Lu blinked twice.

But before anyone else could say a word –

‘Hello.’

Hao, who had already activated his AirBuds much earlier than the others, suddenly sat upright – caught off guard mid-slouch, eyes snapping open as if yanked from a daydream.

Tian Lu?

That was not the one he expected to go first!

Not Mo Xixi, who always had something to say – be it a correction or a “totally mature” rant about how she wasn’t jealous. At all. Not even a little.

Not Kurome, who probably already mentally named her AirBuds “Left Fang” and “Right Fang.”

Not even Yan Zhi, who could barely sit still, his grin stretching wide as though someone just entrusted him with a legendary weapon.

Nope.

It was the hard-to-read Tian Lu.

‘Everyone.’ Tian Lu’s deep voice continued, slow and perfectly spaced out.

‘Hear.’

‘Me?’

Hao bit the inside of his cheek, quietly losing it.

‘Hello… hello?’ Mo Xixi said, tapping her AirBuds.

‘I can hear you, Lu. Can you hear me?’

She leaned forward with a very important expression.

‘Say something else. Repeat.’

‘Say… uhm? Peach. Say it.’

‘Peach.’ Tian Lu replied, ever obedient.

‘…Okay. It works.’ Mo Xixi nodded, very satisfied.

Kurome was next.

‘I hear you all.’

She purred. ‘Clear as the moon over still water.’

‘Am I heard among you as well?’

Finally, Yan Zhi couldn’t hold back.

‘I can hear you all too!’

A bit too loud. He winced.

‘A – sorry. I mean… I can hear everyone just fine!’

He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe it was silly, but Yan Zhi was just too happy to be included in the conversation.

‘Alright, now that you’re all connected.’ Hao said, stretching a bit.

‘You guys should mess with it more on your own time. Get used to the features.’

‘Try stuff. Practice.’

He waved one hand lazily as he stood and made his way toward the stairs.

‘Anyway. I’m off, everyone. Good night.’

The others echoed back a casual chorus of good nights.

Even Yan Zhi joined in, though he wasn’t quite sure what “good night” really meant.

Still, it felt right.

Just one of the many things Hao had unconsciously passed on to the store members – this quiet habit of saying something before disappearing for the night.

Mo Xixi, who had been glancing at Yan Zhi from the side, narrowed her eyes slightly.

She stepped closer, arms crossed, trying to look like a mature senior explaining something basic.

“It means… rest well or something.” Mo Xixi said, nose slightly turned up.

“Not that it actually matters. Boss probably says it just because it feels cool.”

Then she added, quieter, eyes flicking away. “…but I guess it’s a nice thing to say. So don’t think too much, Junior Zhi.

Yan Zhi blinked, and nodded.

“I won’t, Lady Mo. But… thank you.”

He smiled.

‘Gonna go do some proper cultivation this time.’ Hao thought.

Not just stare at the ceiling and spiral into made-up scenarios. Already did that yesterday.

With that said, Hao headed upstairs.

Back in his room, he sat on the bed, comfortably cross-legged, screen hovering in front of him.

He pulled up the crystal balance first.

The store’s 1:9 ratio was finally looking great now that more customers were showing up.

Clean. Steady growth.

After checking that, he moved on to the fun part.

Technique shopping.

Hao only had two right now: Sunblind Burst and Sunflare Needle Strike.

The first one exploded light in people’s eyes.

The second? Solid shots of light.

It poked holes in both defenses and dignity.

That was his current toolkit.

But it was time to expand.

He had saved his crystals for this moment.

Now, with some budget breathing room, he could finally afford something a bit more extravagant.

The question was, what next?

Another offense technique?

Defense? Something flashy to look impressive while flipping through the air?

Or maybe…

“Movement technique, right?” Hao muttered, squinting thoughtfully.

“Yeah. That’s what all the MCs do.”

He nodded to himself, already halfway convinced.

“Definitely movement next.”

He tried recalling all the cultivation and martial art novels he’d devoured.

Every time the protagonist got bodied in chapter 30? No movement skill.

Every time they started styling on everyone by chapter 60? Movement skill unlocked.

Pattern confirmed.

Because let’s be honest.

Getting smacked in the face just because you couldn’t dodge in time?

Unforgivable.

He paused.

“…And it’s not just because movement techniques are dramatic and make you look more powerful in front of your enemies. Nope.”

He already had his special constitution, sure.

Parts of his body could literally turn into light.

Well, parts for now.

Whole body? That was future Hao’s problem.

Probably possible – if he had, like, a spiritual battery pack the size of a small moon.

Or if he just chugged enough solar qi to crash the heavens.

But hey.

One day. Glow mode: full body edition.

For now?

He’d take partial shimmer and pray for the best.

An arrow to the arm? Might just pass through.

A sword swipe to the ribs? Could flicker right past if timed well.

But even that had limits.

He couldn’t phase through everything.

It needed qi. Timing. Focus.

He didn’t have some Ultra Instinct cheat code that let him dodge every attack – those overpowered martial artists screamed for three episodes, grew glowing yellow hair down to their waist, and suddenly punched mountains in half.

If his focus slipped, or if he got ambushed from the side?

Boom. Pain. Probably on the floor. Again.

And besides, he couldn’t just spam his constitution like it was a passive ability on cooldown.

Run out of qi and he’d be glowing dramatically right into someone’s fist.

You could only dodge so much with instinct and flickers of light.

Sometimes, you just needed actual technique.

A movement art that didn’t rely on perfect timing or a full qi bar.

One that worked even when everything else failed.

It wasn’t something most cultivators brought up.

They always chased stronger offense, harder defense.

But if your footwork was trash, what good was your armor when someone stabbed you in the eye.

Movement techniques weren’t just flashy.

They were survival. Flexibility. Control.

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