Chapter 1 Thoughts

Thinking as he was, Zhang Yuanqing wouldn't stoop to such tastelessness. Yin Ji gave him a good impression; she was a gentle, kind-hearted older sister.

Their experience at Yashan Sea counted as shared life-and-death, forging a certain level of camaraderie. Bringing Yin Yao, the Princess, would only embarrass that older sister.

Of course, if the Demon Lord were still alive, Zhang Yuanqing would have been happy to witness such a scene.

But given the Demon Lord's temperament, he probably wouldn't be embarrassed. Instead, he'd likely say, "My beloved consorts, tonight I will ensure everyone receives their due, fairly and justly, good and bad will be rewarded." Then he'd hold his lovers and start a party.

"Should I change my clothes?" Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized his commoner's attire.

Ling Jun also examined his own appearance: "Did you see me change?"

He pointed out:

"When you're unknown, a flashy outfit can enhance your image. But when you've already made a name for yourself, you need to showcase your personality, distinguishing yourself from other men."

"For example, I always dress casually like this. Or like Fu Qingyang, who wears a white suit year-round. Or Zhao Chenghuang, who always has a cool look on his face."

Zhang Yuanqing gave an 'oh' sound:

"Once you have a style, you need to build yourself into a brand, right? With distinctive features, I understand, I understand. Hearing your words is better than reading ten years of books."

While speaking, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the unlock button. The white sedan 'beeped', and the retracted rearview mirrors slowly unfolded.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the driver's side door, while Ling Jun opened the passenger side door.

Feeling the sedan slowly start and drive towards the小区 (xiao qu, residential complex) gate, Ling Jun said:

"Hearing from Fu Qingyang, your net worth is over a hundred million now, right? Consider buying a top-notch sports car, taking hot babes for a spin. How exciting."

"Why don't you buy a sports car to pick up girls?" Zhang Yuanqing gently stepped on the gas, stopping at the entrance of the residential complex.

"I don't have money," Ling Jun shrugged. "My money is all given to women."

As the gate slowly rose, Zhang Yuanqing stepped on the gas, and the sedan roared into the traffic. Only then did he turn his head and mock:

"So you're the real Young Master Qian, you sucker."

Ling Jun closed his eyes, opened his arms, like a pilgrim, his voice profound and deep:

"Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. Romantic flings are the only purpose of a man's existence. Power, money, fame, all are fleeting clouds."

"I deeply love every woman I've had a缘分 (yuan fen, destined) with, but my pursuit of love won't stop for anyone. So, apart from vulgar things like money, I can't think of how else to compensate them."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence: "I've really broadened my horizons."

To be able to speak of philandering so frankly, to be able to whitewash gold diggers whiter than white swans, truly a life mentor.

Ling Jun changed the subject: "But you can't learn from me, or you'll be stabbed to death by Guan Ya with a sword."

"Alas, mentor, how can I be as suave as you without making Guan Ya angry?" Zhang Yuanqing humbly asked for guidance: "When can I be like you?"

"When you're dreaming."

...

Sanchong Street, Hundred Flowers Clubhouse.

Far from the city center, this place belonged to the suburbs, but it wasn't desolate. On the contrary, Sanchong Street was surrounded by mansions and villas, with supporting shopping malls,菜市场 (cai shi chang, wet markets), and other facilities, making life extremely convenient.

Plus, it was far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the landscaping was excellent, so it was very popular with the wealthy.

The Hundred Flowers Clubhouse was a villa wrapped in marble walls, three stories high, with a single-story area of one thousand square meters, with a full six balconies, plus a garden, totaling six mu.

On the second floor of the Hundred Flowers Clubhouse, exquisite crystal chandeliers bloomed with bright light, and long tables covered with white cloths were filled with sumptuous delicacies, wines, and fruits.

Several waiters were still constantly delivering wine and dishes to the restaurant.

In addition to this spacious restaurant, the second floor also had a棋牌室 (qi pai shi, card and chess room), game room,休息室 (xiu xi shi, rest room), billiard room, screening room, cigar room, etc.

As the hostess, Miao Teng'er, wearing a plain long dress, wearing exquisite jewelry, with both purity and charm, with a shallow smile on her face, welcomed the guests who arrived.

This was her dinner party for friends in the circle, and also a social dinner party.

In addition to her girlfriends who played well in the Songhai, Jiangsu Province, and Loose Province三大分部 (san da fen bu, three major branches), she also invited the young talents of the three major branches.

Without the presence of the opposite sex, no one would want to come to such social occasions.

For this reason, she also specially invited her lazy cousin. Upon hearing that Young Master Hua was going to attend, the sisters in the group screamed excitedly, and immediately said they wanted to come and play, and meet the Jinlan sisters they hadn't seen for a long time.

As time passed, most of the guests arrived as scheduled.

In the restaurant, familiar guests gathered in twos and threes, either sitting around the sofa, or standing by the dining table, talking and laughing, enjoying fine wine and delicious food.

Miao Teng'er looked at her watch, the time was 6:50 in the evening, and only her unreliable cousin hadn't arrived.

She was already used to it, holding a wine glass and toasting with the guests one by one, exchanging greetings, to fulfill the duty of a hostess.

After turning around, she walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, where an old man in his fifties was standing, with white hair, his face full of wrinkles, and his back slightly hunched.

But his eyes were still sharp, staring unblinkingly out the window.

He had been standing for half an hour.

Miao Teng'er softly said: "Uncle Yang, if you don't like the atmosphere here, you can go back to your room to rest first."

Uncle Yang was the bodyguard her 外公 (wai gong, maternal grandfather) had arranged for her, a level 6 early-stage Saint.

Uncle Yang said in a deep voice:

"Miss, there was an aura outside just now that made me feel uncomfortable."

Miao Teng'er frowned: "An evil profession?"

Uncle Yang shook his head: "I'm not sure, it was just fleeting. I've already alerted the flowers and plants in the courtyard, I hope it's my illusion."

After speaking, he looked back at the guests in the hall, hesitating to speak.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry," Miao Teng'er comforted.

There were many experts gathered here. Those who could be invited by her were at least level 3, and there were many Saints. They were not afraid of attacks by evil professions at all.

Moreover, this was a private clubhouse, and all those invited were friends, with extremely high privacy. It was impossible for evil professions to know in advance.

Besides, recently, Yuan Shitianzun had continuously destroyed more than a dozen black markets in Songhai, Jiangsu Province, and Loose Province. The evil professions in Songhai were becoming more and more low-key, and September hadn't arrived yet.

There was almost no possibility of an attack.

"Notify Elder Gou immediately if there's any danger." She still had to be vigilant, she warned, leaving the window and walking to a corner.

There were two long sofas placed there, with six or seven beautiful ladies, young women, and wealthy women, laughing and talking, sometimes whispering to each other, evaluating the young talents in the restaurant, and sometimes letting out a crisp burst of laughter.

"Teng'er, who is that young man? Can you introduce him?"

As soon as Miao Teng'er approached, a woman in a black dress with delicate makeup, smiled and gestured with her eyes.

This elder sister was from the Xie family in Crab City, named Xie Lingyun. Her grandfather was the seventh son of the Xie family's ancestor. Although she couldn't compare to the direct line of the family head in terms of high position and authority, she was still a direct descendant of the Xie family.

Miao Teng'er looked over, and saw a handsome young man in a suit, standing straight. He was surrounded by elegant uncles in their thirties or forties.

He was the only young man among them.

Miao Teng'er smiled:

"That's Broken Bridge Remnant Snow from the Hangzhou branch, a level 3 scout, a graduate of Jiangnan University. He became a Lingjing Xingzhe this year, and he's already level 3 in half a year. He's a key seed being cultivated by the Hangzhou branch."

"He originally wanted to enter the slaughter instance this June, but the Hangzhou branch believed that evil organizations wouldn't let Yuan Shitianzun go, and the crisis in the slaughter instance in the middle of the year was too great, so they didn't allow him to participate, missing a great opportunity to become a Saint."

"But with his talent, advancing to Saint is only a matter of time. A phoenix man with unlimited potential, oh! Sister Lingyun, if you like him, hurry up and make a move. I've asked for you, he's single!"

A wealthy woman next to her said in surprise: "Level 3 in half a year? This leveling speed..."

Not only Xie Lingyun, but the eyes of several single socialites on the sofa lit up.

Seemingly aware of the gazes of the beauties, Broken Bridge Remnant Snow looked over, smiled elegantly, and raised his glass in greeting.

Xie Lingyun pursed her lips and smiled: "You're not allowed to compete with me."

The wealthy woman who spoke before, sipped her red wine, looked in the direction of the dining table, and asked:

"Who is that?"

She was looking at a middle-aged man with quite attractive features, wearing a casual suit, with short hair, a mature temperament, and deep eyes, an ideal partner for wealthy women.

"Him?" Miao Teng'er counted them like treasures, talking eloquently: "He's a deacon from the Puning District of Songhai, a member of our 百花会 (Bai Hua Hui, Hundred Flowers Association), his Lingjing ID is High Mountain Flowing Water. He visited my 外公 (wai gong, maternal grandfather) at my house last year. Sister Manyan, if you fancy him, I'll introduce you."

A deacon from Songhai has more weight than deacons from other branches. Those who can serve as deacons in the Songhai branch are usually level 5, or very promising level 4.

The wealthy woman nodded with a smile, "Just making friends."

Miao Teng'er covered her mouth and smiled. This Sister Manyan was also a deacon of the 百花会 (Bai Hua Hui, Hundred Flowers Association), from the Jizhou branch. She happened to be on vacation recently, and saw in the group that she was hosting a banquet, so she came to play.

She had been divorced once, but had no children.

Then, she introduced the high-quality men in the hall to her sisters one by one.

"That's the grandson of Elder Liu from the Hangzhou branch, Liu Zhiyi. Elder Liu is the second-in-command of the Hangzhou branch."

She said this to several sisters who wanted to climb high branches.

"That one is called Hua Yangzi. It is said that he used to be a cultivator in a Taoist temple. He is 33 years old this year. It is said that he has an excellent relationship with Young Master Huo."

This was said to the sisters who wanted to find a promising stock.

"That one is called Danqing Holy Hand, the mascot of the Crab City branch. He has a very good temperament, average talent, but a handsome appearance."

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This was said to the sisters who wanted to raise gigolos.

The sisters listened with laughter, and a young girl smiled: "Teng'er, don't just introduce us, pick one for yourself first."

Miao Teng'er smiled reluctantly and softly said: "When you've seen the best, other men are hard to catch your eye."

In terms of charm, arrogance, domineering, and talent, she had seen countless men, but few could compare to him.

The table suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. The wealthy woman Manyan chuckled and changed the subject, with a charming expression:

"Teng'er, where's your brother?"

"After you introduce them, can't you see that these little sluts are coveting Young Master Hua?"

The atmosphere suddenly livened up.

Hearing the three words "Young Master Hua", several women not far away also turned their heads to look.

It was evident how much Young Master Hua was liked by women.

Miao Teng'er said angrily: "He's used to being undisciplined, who knows what time he'll come. Ignore him, drink, drink."

At this time, a girl in a light blue long dress, dressed flamboyantly, asked:

"Sister Teng'er, did you invite Yuan Shitianzun?"

More women turned their heads, including men.

Miao Teng'er shook her head: "I'm not familiar with him, so I didn't invite him."

The flamboyantly dressed girl was immediately disappointed, and the girls next to her laughed:

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"Yan'er, are you still thinking about Yuan Shitianzun?"

"Even if your father is the second-in-command of the Crab City branch, it's still a bit difficult for you to seduce Yuan Shitianzun."

Although their status was not low, to touch Yuan Shitianzun, such a proud son of heaven who would surely be in a high position in the future, their status was still somewhat insufficient.

They also wanted to make friends with Yuan Shitianzun, get to know him, or have something happen, but even Miao Teng'er tactfully didn't invite Yuan Shitianzun, let alone them.

Miao Teng'er's 外公 (wai gong, maternal grandfather) was the Great Elder of the 百花会 (Bai Hua Hui, Hundred Flowers Association), a Great Elder with a seat in the headquarters.

Yan'er hummed, then looked to the other side of the window, and said:

"Are those people from the Taiyi Sect?"

By the round table by the window, sat two men in black clothes, with a charming temperament and quite good features.

One table away from them was a woman in a black veil, with beautiful hair cascading down like a waterfall, wearing a black纱裙 (sha qun, gauze dress), black t-shirt, and a short black jacket.

She had a quiet temperament, with melancholy hidden in her beautiful eyes, like a昙花 (tan hua, night-blooming cereus) blooming in the night, radiating brilliance, yet admiring herself in solitude.

"I originally wanted to introduce those two to you, but I didn't expect that as soon as Sister Yin Ji came, the two of them would act as護花使者 (hu hua shi zhe, flower protectors)." Miao Teng'er smiled wryly.

"Why did you invite her here?" Xie Lingyun huffed: "As soon as she sits there, those men's eyes don't move away."

Yin Ji's identity and status were somewhat special in the officialdom.

First of all, she herself was extremely talented, with the potential to become a Ruler. If she hadn't been delayed by that person and had been depressed for a long time, perhaps she would have been promoted to Ruler by the end of last year.

Secondly, her personality and appearance were well-received, and she had countless supporters in the Taiyi Sect.

Finally, she was the only beloved that the Demon Lord had ever admitted, and was the femme fatale whom the Taiyi Sect had tried to break up, and whom the Demon Lord had threatened to destroy the Taiyi Sect for.

This was undoubtedly the object most loved to be conquered by those who hunted for beauty.

Miao Teng'er said helplessly: "She wasn't on my invitation list. I just heard that she came to Songhai today, and invited her symbolically. Who knew she would actually agree..."

That's what she said, but she was secretly happy that Yin Ji could come and play.

After that person died, Yin Ji covered her face with a veil, with a heartless and loveless attitude. What? Did she want to keep a vigil for that person?

Miao Teng'er was jealous of her, and couldn't stand her attitude of setting up a chastity arch, and thought that one day a man would sleep with her.

Why did the Demon Lord only love her.

At this time, a waiter led two young people into the restaurant. Unlike the men in suits and leather shoes, these two wore loose capri pants, sports shoes, and t-shirts with prices not exceeding two hundred.