To get rich, build roads first.
Every road of cultivation from south to north is filled with profit; true lying flat is sitting back and enjoying the fruits, just the handling fees alone are a fortune.
The Sea of Clouds Peaks Forest is rich in resources, but it’s an untapped natural treasure trove.
Looking back, the cooperation between the Kanban Girl and the Old Sect Leader was indeed a wise choice.
It laid the foundation for the Master of Jueyun Peak to expand territory, with the Child of Destiny receiving divine aid at every turn.
The next step was to join forces with the Zhusheng Dynasty, apply to build a terminal at Jueyun Peak, and open a new spiritual boat route in the southern region of East Pole Province—making highways even more convenient for citizens and cultivators to travel.
For this, Her Highness the Princess would surely be helpful.
Perhaps they could even take advantage of the holidays for some in-depth exchanges.
Yun Liu leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance.
After months of leisurely cultivation, his eyes were filled with the bright future of a vast land.
The Happy Farm was steadily upgrading into a Perfect Homeland.
Following the original plan, constantly plagiarizing the rise of the Great Musician of Jingsheng Ruins from the later stages of the game—by the time the two or three year agreement arrived, he should be able to completely lie down and play…
It was only now that the five peak Elders realized the ambition of that brat.
He wanted to make the Divine Splendor Cloud Estate the core of the southern region, creating the second largest cultivation business circle outside the North Capital.
This was undoubtedly a good thing for the Shenhua Sect.
The Sea of Clouds Peaks Forest Spiritual Veins were deep, the location was excellent, and it was also the state religion of the Zhusheng Dynasty, one of the Six Standing Councils of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance—there couldn’t be a more suitable place.
“Another day endured. Your spirit is admirable, but what if I cut off your rations?”
Yun Liu gazed at the billowing clouds and muttered to himself, evil amusement rising.
It seemed he’d grasped the happiness of Huangmao.
Return the other’s ways to themselves; a cold fairy’s surrender was only a matter of time.
Deal with the Demon Master, confront the Immortal Mother head-on.
Both hands must grasp, both hands must be strong!
“Thank you for your hard work.”
A bright and elegant mature lady handed him a cup of hot tea from behind.
Her Great Rivers Brocade attire was intellectual and gentle, her high heels crisp.
“Thank you. Hmm, what’s this?”
Yun Liu took a sip. His spirit was lifted, and the fatigue from the Tianxing Method lessened.
“It’s Meitian. I added Meitian! Hehe, I learned it from you.”
Qin Yao raised an index finger and waved it, her smile sweet.
The invigorating spiritual tea was also taught by her beloved.
Yun Liu smiled too, warmth filling his heart. Getting along with Qin Xing always felt so harmonious, their thoughts connected.
It wasn’t only the ties of life and death that were the most unforgettable; this feeling was plain and simple, born from a “bug” accidentally triggered while handing over a task.
Now, it felt like discovering a hidden ending—surprising, relaxing, as precious as the leisurely daily life he’d always dreamed of.
On ordinary days, the secret couple would lock the door and ponder together, guided by a master of all support professions.
The Mistress of Xiangfang Pavilion advanced rapidly and was now considered half a Grade-Three Profound Dao Alchemist, striving toward authenticity.
Cha’s speed of comprehension amazed Elder Kuai, who had made no progress for many years.
No matter how she thought about it, it was all thanks to the Yun brat.
Elder Kuai only regretted being born too early, never having a chance to shamelessly approach the Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master for blessings.
Who wasn’t once a legend of Clear Mist Peak in their youth?
As the Mistress of Xiangfang Pavilion who’d worked in the Shenhua Pavilion for years, the Senior Sister had long been poached by the Pavilion Master and employed as Little Secretary, sharing secrets within the Pavilion.
Smart, capable, and skilled in management, she assisted Yun Liu greatly.
As for Mr. Yun, when there’s work, the secretary handles it; when there’s nothing…
“Ah!”
Qin Xing was about to turn away when a slender waist was pulled back, and with a startled cry, she fell into the young man’s embrace.
The Young Pavilion Master’s stature had grown taller, his bearing more upright.
Though no trace of spiritual energy could be sensed in his sea of energy, his presence felt even deeper and more unfathomable, as if he hadn’t neglected cultivation for authority—but no longer relied on the Heavenly Phenomena Sword Canon as his foundational technique.
“Later. It’s still working hours now.”
Qin Xing blushed and acted coy, but Yun Liu caught her lips, muffling her protests.
In front of the older sister, Yun Liu wasn’t his usual indifferent self.
As Second Mother said, he was as reserved and sultry as his unreliable guardian.
Several months ago, Xiangfang Pavilion was formally entrusted to Huo Tian Tian’s management, while Qin Cha remained only in name as a Grade-Two Alchemist, focusing on creating a warm home with her beloved in the Pavilion.
On the surface, the two still maintained their distance, waiting for the right opportunity—fully following their elder sister’s arrangements.
During this period, Yun Qin’s secret flirtations were always light and brief but left a lingering aftertaste.
Youyou saw through everything. The new boss she chose was like a mirror.
How you treat him is how he treats you.
Indeed, before the gentle elder sister, Yun Liu was usually a modest gentleman.
Unless he couldn’t hold back!
Deep down, Qin Cha was traditionally reserved, so Yun Liu exercised restraint.
Before formally establishing their Dao companion relationship, he never crossed the line—several times nearly losing control in the Pavilion, he always managed to stop.
This was already the limit the Senior Sister could accept; any more and she would overload and short-circuit.
Qin Xing also felt deeply guilty, only hoping that one day she could entrust her entire self to Little Yun without reservation.
The two shared a moment of intimacy, their eyes lingering, faces flushed as they quickly separated and returned to work, not daring to linger further.
With rare free time, Yun Liu walked downstairs with hands in his pockets, blending into the bustling market like a carefree loafer.
Even after being on the job so long, he still lacked any Pavilion Master dignity.
The Shenhua Pavilion extended from Jueyun Peak to the four academy courtyards, surrounding the Sea of Clouds.
The streets and alleys bustled with life, with wandering swordsmen and cultivators everywhere.
Elder Shen Zhong’s educational reforms had been successful and grounded, giving students and staff at the academy self-study time during winter and summer breaks.
With the semester ending soon, the Great Elder had been delaying troublesome matters for months, expertly playing the game of postponement.
The youngest Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master in history had been invited to reside in Shanhai Pavilion and Huitian Tower, leaving the Sect to start anew.
Though the news was already widely known, the Shenhua Sect’s official stance refused to acknowledge the resignation of the Heavenly Phenomena Chief.
Quitting a Sect was rare, and the resignation seemed to circle the Nine Provinces, pushed between the Teaching Office and Disciplinary Hall.
Passing by Xiangfang Pavilion, a newly hired Qipao Girl was handing out flyers and attracting customers outside, her smile sweet.
The Medicine Hut had expanded greatly, with an abundance of low-level commissions transferred from the Shanhai Pavilion, and business was booming.
However, the Senior Sisters of Clear Mist Peak harbored deep resentment, especially missing the Senior Sister who had been lured away by Mr. Xiao Yun.
Huo Tian Tian had no choice but to become the new mistress, rising to Grade-Two Alchemist.
Yun Liu smiled wryly, thinking of a certain yellow-haired girl. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Ji Shiyu in a while.
Well, she probably just hadn’t come to Jueyun Peak to clock in for about three days.
But compared to her former frequency, this was already rare. After advancing to the Inner Sect, the Outer Sect Triumvirate had become incredibly busy, with only occasional visits.
Not long after her promotion, Ji Shiyu succeeded in establishing her Heavenly Dao Foundation under Qin Cha’s guidance, cleansing her meridians.
The Night Fragrance Girl of Xiangfang Pavilion could now refine ordinary spiritual herbs on her own, growing from a frail (dumb) girl into a Grade-One Alchemist in less than half a year—a remarkable improvement.
But thinking of Ji Shiyu’s terrifying Sworn Father, it somehow didn’t seem so surprising…