Little Rascal, What Are You Trying to Do?

Jun Xuehan shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Of course not. I have four plans regarding funding and resources. The last plan is only to be used as a last resort. If any one of the remaining three plans succeeds, the problem will be solved."

Qian Renxue blinked her beautiful eyes a few times and said, "Which four plans? Tell me about them, and I'll give you some advice."

Jun Xuehan said, "Nine Heart Begonia, Heaven Dou Imperial Family and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and finally our Spirit Hall."

"Although the Nine Heart Begonia Family is small, as one of the top Support Martial Soul on the continent, their funds and resources, while not comparable to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect which is richer than a country, are still considerable. As long as we can subdue the Nine Heart Begonia Family, the problem of funds and resources will naturally be solved."

"Needless to say, with Xue'er helping out, resources will basically not be a problem for the Heaven Dou Imperial Family."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the most troublesome. Trying to get something for nothing in front of Ning Fengzhi is not an easy thing."

"Finally, it's our Spirit Hall's turn. If the three above fail, then we can only ask Xue'er to help you with the resources of the Spirit Hall."

Jun Xuehan shrugged, her words filled with calmness and indifference.

"Why not have the Spirit Hall help us secretly? That way, we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble," Qian Renxue asked softly with a smile.

"The reason is simple: the Spirit Hall is secretly helping us, so the Wind Snow Pavilion is no longer solely under my control," Jun Xuehan said frankly, without any concealment.

"Even you are from our Spirit Hall, why make such a distinction?" Qian Renxue smiled and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"It's different, completely different." Jun Xuehan simply shook her head slightly, without explaining in detail.

"Alright, I won't interfere with the affairs of the Wind Snow Pavilion. If you need my help, Xuehan, just tell me directly." Qian Renxue said, stretching her body, and said, "Xuehan, it's getting late, I'll go back to rest first."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Renxue prepared to get up and go back to her boudoir to rest.

"Xue'er, where should I stay?" Jun Xuehan asked.

"Go back to your own room, or where else do you want to stay?" Qian Renxue said.

Jun Xuehan said softly, "There are six rooms in the mansion. One of them is your boudoir, Xue'er, and the remaining five rooms are for Yang Wudi, Yang Wushuang, Zhu Zhuqing, Niu Gao, She Long, one for each of them."

"Zhu Zhuqing is a girl after all, and it's not appropriate for her to live with someone else, so I gave up my room. Now I have no room to stay."

Three black lines appeared above Qian Renxue's head. How could she not know what Jun Xuehan was thinking?

"Xuehan, I can squeeze in with Wushuang and give you the room," She Long, who was standing at the entrance of the hall and observing the surroundings, suddenly said.

The things Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue were talking about included the Spirit Hall, so She Long stood at the door, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

Upon hearing the sound, Jun Xuehan looked towards the doorway, but his silver eyes remained devoid of any emotion.

"There's no need for that. Uncle She Long is an elder of our Spirit Hall. How can he stoop to sharing a room with someone else? If word gets out, what will others think of our Spirit Hall?" Jun Xuehan smiled and looked at She Long at the door.

However, no matter how She Long looked at it, he felt that Jun Xuehan's smile was a bit cold.

Am I just imagining things?

She Long scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Alright, go back and rest." Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Jun Xuehan, then waved to him, signaling him to come with her.

Seeing Qian Renxue's actions, Qian Renxue Jun Xuehan stood up and followed her.

After the two left the hall, She Long did not follow them any further, but went straight back to his room.

Moreover, She Long now understands why he felt Jun Xuehan's gaze was a bit cold towards him.

"I should talk less in the future, otherwise I'll easily offend people," She Long sighed inwardly.

He meant well just now, but his good intentions almost backfired.

In her boudoir, Qian Renxue removed the hairpin from her hair, sat cross-legged on the bed, and said, "Xuehan, you should rest first. I'm going to Meditative Cultivation tonight."

As she spoke, Qian Renxue looked at Jun Xuehan with a half-smile. A little sweetness is fine, but too much will only lead to them taking advantage.

"Meditative Cultivation?" Jun Xuehan stared blankly at Qian Renxue's ambiguous smile, this seemed a little different from what he had expected.

"Otherwise what? Cultivation cannot be neglected." Qian Renxue nodded seriously.

"I don't think tonight is a good time for cultivation; it's better for resting," Jun Xuehan said somewhat seriously.

"The weather is nice tonight; I think it's quite suitable for cultivation," Qian Renxue said.

Jun Xuehan's silver eyes darted around, and she pointed out the window, saying, "Xue'er, look out the window, what's that?"

Qian Renxue chuckled at his words, shook her head slightly, and said, "I won't look. Do you think I'd fall for the same trick twice?"

Jun Xuehan shrugged and said, "Impossible, but it has nothing to do with whether you see it or not."

As he spoke, Jun Xuehan reached out and put his arm around Qian Renxue's slender waist, then lay down on the bed.

"You bastard, you little brat, let go!" Qian Renxue's eyes widened as she looked at the Immortal Face so close to her.

"Do you think I'd let go? It's very comfortable for Xue'er to hold you." Jun Xuehan smiled nonchalantly, her arms around Qian Renxue's slender waist tightening involuntarily.

"You little rascal, you... um..." Before Qian Renxue could finish speaking, Jun Xuehan lips.

With their lips parted, Qian Renxue glared at Jun Xuehan with annoyance and said, "You little rascal, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Jun Xuehan smiled nonchalantly and said, "I've never been timid, Xue'er, don't you know that?"

Hearing Jun Xuehan's words, Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment. Seeing the tender love in his eyes and the passion that gradually emerged, Qian Renxue was a little dazed.

"You little rascal, what are you going to do? Let me tell you, don't push your luck and go too far." Qian Renxue's face flushed red, her whole face turning as red as a red apple in an instant.

"It's not that I want to do anything, but Xue'er, your current posture is very tempting to me." Jun Xuehan pointed at Qian Renxue with her left hand, but her right hand was still wrapped around her slender waist.