Self-Discipline

After sacrificing the lifespan traded from the Spirit Master, Luo Qiu gained a full two hundred days of life.

Considering the limits he had pushed before and deducting for scattered usage, Luo Qiu realized his initial thirty days had now extended to a full year of life.

As the number of trades and the frequency of sacrifices increased, this value would likely only grow longer.

There wasn't much for the Black Soul Envoy to learn.

Only two things: one was how to create profile cards, and the other was how to entice clients. Perhaps because Taiyinzi was a Daoist Cultivator himself, he showed excellent progress while learning these skills.

In less than two days, Taiyinzi had already gone out as an "intern," bringing customers to the Club.

"Master, it's already the third day, and Jiang Chu still doesn't seem to be planning to come."

You Ye brought Luo Qiu two sandwiches and a glass of orange juice for lunch today, and casually brought up the matter.

Luo Qiu leisurely picked up a sandwich, his gaze not leaving the book he was reading, and didn't pay much mind. "Perhaps he's thinking there's still a chance... His son won't last much longer."

"Last night, I gave that woman a Black Card without any discount," You Ye said, seemingly nonchalantly wiping the counter.

Luo Qiu paused, then after a moment of silence, said, "Since you gave it, you gave it. But next time, inform me first and wait for my approval."

"You Ye understands." The maid's wiping movements became a little lighter, and a smile appeared on her face.

Luo Qiu, noticing these subtle changes, kept his gaze fixed on a line of text on a page of "The Origin of Blue and White Porcelain."

How to put it?

From You Ye's perspective, there was nothing wrong.

The purpose of the Club was trade and sacrifice. So her finding suitable candidates was quite understandable. On the other hand, perhaps because the previous owner was too lazy and passive, and with a new owner, this old employee who had served for three hundred years hoped for some change?

Of course, it was also possible that You Ye had some mechanisms she herself hadn't discovered—Luo Qiu hadn't completely trusted this "old employee" from the start.

Perhaps because it required a long time?

Human interaction was like this.

On the other hand, the Club itself was incredibly important to the owner, holding unimaginable allure. Continuous trading could grant endless life, and with the increase in trades, one would gain many unbelievable abilities.

It sounds attractive, and it motivates you, doesn't it?

You'd want to dive right in, gain endless life, and possess more powerful abilities, right?

But what then?

Immersed in countless trades, even with hundreds or thousands of years, or even more time, what good would it be? You'd only want more, endlessly repeating the buying and selling, with only successful trades stirring your heart, bringing you a sliver of satisfaction?

In such a situation, how was it different from Zhong Luochen, who had his sense of happiness stripped away?

Either constantly bringing in endless sacrifices for the Club, or, like the previous owner, unable to bear the loneliness or seeing through it all, becoming like a walking corpse?

Thinking this, Luo Qiu suddenly understood. Clients needed to resist their own inner desires and cravings. As for him, the Club's owner, the only thing he needed to do wasn't to think about how to achieve infinite life, but how to maintain himself through each advancement.

To grant you infinite life, to give you earth-shattering abilities, yet you no longer know who you are, having lost your true nature... In the end, perhaps you yourself were the Club's biggest and most special "client"?

Originally, if he hadn't been as passive as the previous owner and just let things take their course, his lifespan would have gradually accumulated.

Like now.

In less than ten days, it had gone from the original thirty days to a full year.

"You Ye, we're not open today. Come out for a walk with me."

Luo Qiu suddenly closed the book in his hand and smiled at You Ye, who looked surprised. "If anyone comes, we'll know, and it's convenient to return. But time would be wasted. It wouldn't be bad to take a walk outside to adjust."

"But where are we going?" You Ye asked, confused.

Luo Qiu smiled. "Do you remember the first transaction? You had me personally make the judgment. How about we go to the hospital?"

You Ye replied without thinking, "That was because before the first transaction, Master didn't have the ability to purchase client information. But now it's different; such trivial matters are no longer necessary."

Luo Qiu, however, said, "No longer necessary? But I just want to remember our time together in the future, and not just the four walls of this Club."

You Ye said calmly, "Time will fade memories."

Luo Qiu said what was appropriate for his age, "Then let's keep creating them. If we forget, we can revisit the place. If that doesn't work, we can take photos. There are many ways."

You Ye didn't insist. She nodded and said softly, "Then please wait a moment, Master."

In a dark alley, a man was running in a hurry. His agile movements allowed him to navigate the dirty alley with ease.

But why had his hiding place been exposed?

Did someone betray him?

Those damned cops... They think they can catch me just like this? Not for another hundred years!

BANG!!!

A sudden loud noise erupted, and the man felt a piercing pain as he collapsed to the ground. A clear bloody hole had appeared in his thigh.

The man clutched his wound in pain and turned to look behind him, only to see a middle-aged man in a khaki trench coat walking leisurely towards him.

It was that cop who suddenly appeared with people at his hiding spot! The man gritted his teeth and subtly moved his hand.

But as soon as his palm moved, it felt like it had been shot. A bullet pierced his palm, causing him to let out another scream.

"Idiot, don't you know I'm the shooting champion at the precinct? I could have blown your head off from even further away."

As soon as Officer Ma finished speaking, several plainclothes officers rushed out from the alley and pinned the man to the ground.

"Officer Ma! You're amazing, finding this guy's hiding spot so quickly!" one of the plainclothes officers said flatteringly. "I wonder what kind of amazing informant you have? If possible, can you introduce me?"

Tsk, should I tell you I have a sister-in-law who's incredibly resourceful and has eyes and ears everywhere?

Officer Ma snorted, "Don't celebrate too soon. This guy is just a contact person; the real big shot is still out there! Take this kid back and interrogate him thoroughly! I want him to spill everything he knows! Bah, these scum! If I weren't still wearing this uniform, I'd have blown his head off with a shot!"

The plainclothes officers pretended not to hear him.

What could be said?

If it weren't for this personality, if he didn't often spout such remarks that gave his superiors a massive headache, this officer would probably have risen through the ranks long ago.

Just then, Officer Ma's phone suddenly rang.

He answered impatiently, then his expression changed slightly, and he began to curse, "Are you idiots? How could someone die while in custody at the precinct?"

Officer Ma had received news that the leader of the cult organization they had just apprehended, an old man who called himself a Spirit Master, had just committed suicide.

"Damn it! What era is this? People still bite their tongues to commit suicide? You're kidding me?"

Officer Ma frowned, his face a mask of irritation, as he escorted the man into the police car.

PS1: If you found this chapter boring... please don't blame me. The original content wasn't like this, but I deleted and rewrote it. True strength comes from self-discipline. Honestly, when a person gains power but lacks the corresponding mindset and self-discipline, they will inevitably indulge in that power and gradually lose their true nature. Boss Luo is still young and hasn't been to a massage parlor (manual strikethrough). I don't want him to become a psychopath who stands above all beings and forgets all emotions, because this isn't a cultivation novel, alright?=.=

PS2: A small addition to the book's setting... I don't want to be swept away by the censorship storm, so I had to bring out the parallel world card! Although it's pretty much useless.

PS3: Thanks to 'Tyrant Little Clown' and 'Meow La' for the rewards.