Xiangjiang, Qingyi Grand Hotel.

As one of the core industries of the Zhuang Family, it is renowned for its exceptional quality and exquisite service, allowing any guest who enters to experience unparalleled luxury and comfort, as if in a dream of opulence.

Of course, the premise is that you have money.

And tonight, every guest arriving here has a net worth starting at billions, either rich or noble, belonging to the elite whose mere footstep would make the whole of Xiangjiang shake.

Amidst dazzling jewels and riches, a group of upper-class elites quietly awaited the arrival of someone.

Click~

The door to the hall was pushed open from the outside, and a not-so-tall figure walked in with steady steps, like a king upon the world, exuding an aura of confidence.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

"Mr. Zhuang is here!"

The crowd erupted, especially the elderly elite leaning on canes, their eyes burning with envy and desire as they looked at Zhuang Ban City.

Despite their overwhelming power and immense wealth, there is one thing that no amount of power or money can buy—lifespan!

Though Exotic Treasures include many longevity items, most can only be absorbed and refined by Martial Artists; ordinary people would burst and die if consumed.

Even without cultivation level requirements, the longevity provided by Exotic Treasures has limits.

Once one reaches their physiological lifespan limit, medicine becomes ineffective, and even immortals are powerless to save.

For Xiangjiang's elderly elite, ordinary longevity methods have long been tried, yet still, they cannot halt the advancing footsteps of death.

But now, Zhuang Ban City, who once was also aging and could only move around with a cane, now appears radiant, as if returned to his forties or fifties, physically robust, mentally active, with a newfound vitality and energy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the reason for gathering everyone today, you must already have some idea, right?"

Zhuang Ban City smiled, touching the gold ring on his left hand, on which a blood-red gem was inlaid, and as his fingertip brushed over it, it quietly radiated the light of life, injecting endless vitality and energy into his aged and withering body, nourishing his essence, Qi, and spirit.

At this moment, Zhuang Ban City was truly satisfied, as if returned to the passionate years when he wielded influence and power, backed by the towering tree of the Western Pole Kingdom, allowing him smooth sailing in business in Xiangjiang, successful in all his endeavors.

Until the rise of the Dongji Kingdom, the decline of the Western Pole Kingdom, and the world entering a stage of polarization and confrontation, plunging the Zhuang Family into a dilemma, resulting in ten years of difficulty, living as if on thin ice.

If possible, Zhuang Ban City desires to return to the past.

He is a businessman, pursuing profit with no trace of national sentiment in his heart.

As long as he can benefit, he would rather see the decline or even annihilation of the Dongji Kingdom, to use it as a stepping stone for his ascent—that is his way of survival.

Anyway, someone has to be a dog for the Westerners, so why not himself?

"Mr. Zhuang, if we pledge allegiance to Kabbalah, can we also obtain the longevity Divine Medicine?"

"Of course."

Zhuang Ban City nodded with delight, raising his left hand to show his ring to the wealthy moguls: "This is the legendary Alchemy Creation, the Philosopher's Stone."

"What!"

"The Philosopher's Stone from European mythology, capable of granting undying life, eternal youth?"

All the elites present ripped off the masks of everyday elegance and composure, revealing unrestrained greed and desire, even longing to snatch it away directly.

Infinite lifespan!

Eternal pleasure!

Isn't this exactly what these elites standing at the top of the societal pyramid aspire to?

Zhuang Ban City knows well of human greed, so he does not worry about whether the bait he throws out will attract big fish; he displays a meaningful smile, his words like a demon's whisper.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a Great Success forged from flesh; its ability to infinitely extend lifespan is essentially a redistribution of Life Force."

"Redistribution?"

Those present today are intimately familiar with how wealth is redistributed, as they have amassed gigantic fortunes through exploiting ordinary people under the guise of 'redistribution,' becoming lofty nobility.

But the idea that life can also be redistributed is new to them.

"Mr. Zhuang, please explain this redistribution process?"

Someone dared to ask.

Zhuang Ban City smiled casually and raised a finger to the crowd: "One person can transform one year of lifespan, but of course, they must be young and healthy; otherwise, there will be losses."

This casual statement fell into the ears of the crowd like a thunderbolt.

One person can only exchange for one year of lifespan!

Currently in Xiangjiang, after evacuation, there are fewer than two million people left, totaling, they can convert two million years of lifespan, distributed among everyone, each would roughly get about ten thousand years.

Ten thousand years too long?

Not for the elderly elite: ten thousand years far from satisfies their appetite; they want to stand upon the summit of existence, eternally.

They want to become the gods of the new world!

Yet there are those who find it unbearable: "Isn't this method too murderous?"

Killing two million people, sacrificing them to extract their Life Essence to nourish millions of wealthy elites for longevity—isn't such immortality akin to demons?