Cloud's Return, Jade Gate Opens

He became increasingly satisfied with the current situation as he spoke, "Mining requires kidnapping people, but this way you can make money just by lying down."

"Our Wen Dao Palace currently boasts reserves of over 120 million Top-grade Spirit Stone!"

"Although I can't be called the richest person in Middle Thousand Provinces yet, at this rate, it's only a matter of time before I reach the top."

"Finally, I don't have to rob the rich to help the poor anymore."

In the distance, by the waterside pavilion.

The three leaders stood together.

Yin Qiyue, Feng Qingjue, Luo Lingxi.

"I received news today," Luo Lingxi said, "His Highness has emerged from His Highness, and it seems he's caused quite a stir in the Heaven Above Heaven."

"Although they haven't contacted us yet, it should be soon."

Yin Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death! We haven't been in touch for so long, I thought something had happened to Young Master."

You underestimate him.

Feng Qingjue cast a disdainful glance at him, "Even if something happens to us, nothing could possibly happen to him."

"However, even he would be quite surprised to hear about the number of Spirit Stone we've earned recently, right?"

As the conversation went on, the topic somehow shifted to those innovative fabrics that were selling like hotcakes.

Yin Qiyue leaned closer to the two of them, her voice extremely low. "Those... did you pass through them?"

"Especially short skirts, sheer fabrics..." Her face grew redder as she spoke. "Let alone wearing them, just looking at them is dazzling. I can't believe anyone would wear them; it would be so embarrassing!"

"It's nothing," Luo Lingxi said calmly. "I've tried on a few."

Seeing Yin Qiyue's surprised gaze, she added, "These things aren't meant for you to wear outside; they're for your boudoir... well, little trinkets to add a touch of romance."

As Luo Lingxi spoke, she thought of Qin Wangchuan, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in her voice, "Perhaps, Young Master will like it."

"Really?" Yin Qiyue asked, still somewhat skeptical.

Feng Qingjue didn't reply. She looked at the bustling warehouse in the distance, her mind preoccupied with something else: now there were so many Spirit Stones that the warehouse was overflowing, and Qin Wangchuan had previously promised those people a reward of 10,000 per month.

This astronomical figure is finally secured.

It was all by chance.

Feng Qingjue initially just casually mentioned, "We need to find some reliable ways to make money."

She had made the statement, but she didn't expect her subordinates to come up with any serious solutions immediately.

Unexpectedly, the group of "Returnees" huddled together and whispered among themselves. A few days later, they presented a pile of designs that made people blush and their hearts race – all of them were clothes and accessories that were as thin as cicada wings and outrageously bold in style, claiming that they could definitely make a fortune!

Feng Qingjue held the stack of blueprints, speechless for a long time.

Finally, he closed his eyes, waved his hand, and said, "... Let's try to get it out."

She didn't have high hopes, but to her surprise, the product sold out immediately upon its release!

They simply didn't have enough manpower, which is why they turned to the Wen Dao Palace.

What kind of people are the Wen Dao Palace?

--That's a bunch of insane lunatics!

The imaginative Returnees and the profit-driven madman of the Wen Dao Palace hit it off immediately.

The scene was more than just dry tinder igniting a raging fire; it was like a spark hitting an oil depot, instantly setting off a towering inferno.

They managed to turn what was originally a shady, unsavory business into a massive, sweeping success.

It even has the skin of the Xuantian Pavilion.

The question is unrelated to the Wen Dao Palace, but the money will still be collected.

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the streets lingered, but Li Qingluan already felt she had had her fill of fun.

She gently tugged at Qin Wangchuan's hand, her eyelashes drooping slightly, revealing a hint of weariness:

"Let's go back."

Qin Wangchuan nodded and led her back to the Star-Embracing Pavilion.

The lights inside the pavilion remained bright, but the servants who had been standing in various places had quietly retreated, and the faint sounds of the marketplace were also blocked by some invisible barrier, so quiet that only the footsteps of the two people could be heard.

Qin Wangchuan originally intended to sit on the first floor for a while and take out the Mystic Light Mirror used to contact the Lower Realm.

The mention of "mixed race" by Tan Lingfei intrigued him.

After much deliberation, I decided to bring them together and manage them.

However, as soon as he touched the mirror, his hand was gently held by another warm and soft palm.

Turning around, I saw Li Qingluan.

She did look somewhat tired, covered her mouth and yawned slightly, a hint of moisture welling up in her eyes.

"I'm tired... let's rest."

Qin Wangchuan smiled and let her pull him up and walk upstairs.

Her hands were clenched tightly, and her fingertips even trembled slightly.

Qin Wangchuan sensed the tension, his heart softening, and said gently, "Actually, we..."

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Li Qingluan suddenly interrupted him, her voice not loud, but resolute.

The way she said it made it sound like she was even more impatient.

Qin Wangchuan was slightly taken aback, then the smile in his eyes deepened, and he said nothing more.

The door closed gently behind me.

Ye Jianwei stood quietly outside the doorway, the Silver Bell on her skirt jingling silently.

She tilted her head slightly, and a faint blush crept onto her cheeks in the dim light.

Inside the house.

At first, they simply lay fully clothed on the soft bed, silent and still.

Then, without knowing who made the first move, their breaths drew closer, and they naturally kissed.

The kiss deepened, rustling softly against the fabric of their clothes.

A moment later, Li Qingluan stood up, slightly out of breath.

Under Qin Wangchuan's gaze, she picked up the "Heaven Cicada Ice-Soul Silk" she had bought during the day. Her fingertips were slightly clumsy, but she was extremely serious as she carefully covered her straight and slender legs with the black fabric, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The cool, silky touch against the skin brings a strange yet subtle feeling of tightness.

Li Qingluan gently moved her ankles, adjusting for a moment before taking a few steps forward.

The candlelight cast a hazy silhouette behind her, and her legs, covered in black stockings, gleamed alluringly in the warm light.

The girl's cheeks flushed, but her eyes were fixed on him, and her voice was three degrees softer than usual.

Is it pretty?

Qin Wangchuan did not answer immediately.

He reached out, grasped the girl's wrist, and with a slight pull, drew her into his arms, causing her to fall onto his lap.

He held her soft, fragrant body in his arms, and as he reached out to touch her, he lowered his head and kissed her burning earlobe, his voice deep and husky:

"Of course it looks good."

The aloof and proud girl was now in his arms, her clothes gradually falling off.

I don't know how much time passed.

"... Ah~"

A soft gasp broke the enchanting atmosphere of the room.

Immediately, the soft, plaintive sobs and gasps could no longer be suppressed. One after another, low and melodious, intermittent, mixed with the man's deep, soothing nasal voice, faintly seeped out from the crack in the door.

Under the eaves outside the door.

Ye Jianwei had already buried her face deeply, her earlobes so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

The sounds around her grew louder and louder, as if they carried a scorching heat, making her heart tremble. She even unconsciously softened her breathing, afraid of disturbing the fierce battle inside the door.