Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

into the night.

Haijing City, Jincheng District

"I cannot agree, Mr. Micah van der Linde, but selling ice cream is wrong, and its negative impact on teenagers is immeasurable!"

"Exactly!" "Aren't you afraid of losing sleep over making this money?!" "And it's a serious crime!"

In a VIP room at a nightclub, Ning Ruozhi glared angrily at the person opposite her, while her underlings behind her also panted.

Meanwhile, the man sitting shirtless on the luxurious sofa opposite her, with two blonde women in his arms—Micah Van der Linde—was already laughing. He took a deep drag on his cigar, flicked it between his fingers, and one of the women immediately opened her mouth to catch his ash.

"Miss Ning, I'd heard you were principled and enthusiastic about charity, but I thought it was just a persona you created. Turns out you actually believed it? You're just passing up opportunities to make money?"

"Please stop saying things like that, it's very hurtful!"

"But in my hometown of Westworld, it's a major source of income. Who wouldn't want to chew on a couple of leaves between the fighting and killing?"

Micah took a deep drag on his cigar and blew a large puff of smoke at Ning Ruozhi, making her cough.

"Cough cough cough... No means no! There's no point in talking anymore. I will not do business with your Pinkerton firm!"

"Suit yourself. The boss has given the order for us to move into Haijing. We're just being polite by greeting you. If you don't take the initiative to accept us, we have our own ways."

"bluff!"

Ning Ruozhi stuck out her tongue (probably the most ferocious expression she could think of), and left with her underlings without looking back.

Micah watched Ning Ruozhi's retreating figure. The young girl's forced maturity was quite a contrast... it had a unique charm. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lick his lips, then stubbed out his cigarette on the tongue of the girl in his arms, treating them like ashtrays.

Just then, his phone rang.

"Hello?"

[Micah, this is Chung Wei, do you still remember me?]

"Oh, Mr. Zhong, I had a lot of fun with you at the human ranch last time. Your technique was simply amazing—"

I'm not here for casual conversation; I need your help with two people.

"You want me to do it myself? That won't cost much!"

You still owe me a favor, so don't try to bargain, I've sent it to you.

A secretly taken photo was sent from the other side. It showed a man and a woman. The man looked lazy and the woman was wearing an exaggerated ancient costume.

"You mean, if I get rid of that brat and slut in this photo, everything I owe you will be wiped clean?"

Of course, I mean what I say.

"Alright, I've been pretty bored lately anyway."

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The next day, when Qianjing woke up, she saw a message on her phone from her sister. Her sister had gone to her best friend Xin Wenyue's house to spend the night again, and she had also sent dozens of messages asking "who was that woman yesterday?" Qianjing chose to ignore them.

Ye Yinqiu slept on the living room carpet. Of course, Qianjing couldn't share a bed with her, so he told her, "Only the sect leader can sleep in the room. Newcomers should sleep on the carpet first. This is part of the cultivation process." She happily went to sleep.

But when morning came...

"Master! Master!? No, no, no, don't come any closer!!"

"What's wrong?"

"My disciple's breath smells! His face—his face is oily too! His hair—oh!? His hair is split!?"

"There's no spiritual energy here to cleanse and nourish your body, so you need to develop the habit of washing up every morning and evening, and remember to use shampoo when you wash your hair."

"And my stomach hurts—waaaaaah—it's disgusting—my butt hurts—"

"You've been fasting for over two hundred years, your stomach and intestines definitely can't handle suddenly eating food. Go to the toilet right now."

"This—this—how do I use this!?"

"This is a flush toilet, you just sit on it and poop... By the way, have you not urinated or defecated in over two hundred years?"

"Yes—Ugh...it hurts so much..."

The whole morning was chaotic. Ye Yinqiu stayed in Cheshuo for the entire morning, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea. Qianjing had to go to the pharmacy and buy all the medicines for gastrointestinal diseases. She finally came out of Cheshuo at noon, but she was still weak.

Do you know what "bacteria" and "viruses" are?

"What is that...?"

"They are tiny organisms that cannot be seen with the naked eye. If they enter your body, there is a chance that they will make you feel unwell. They are widespread on Earth and in some lower realms, but they are usually not found in high-magic, high-martial-power worlds, such as our Cangxuan Realm. Therefore, the immune systems of people in the Cangxuan Realm have not been baptized by viruses and bacteria, and they are very prone to getting sick when they first arrive on Earth."

"Can't understand……"

"Just think of it as being unaccustomed to the new environment after ascending. All the pent-up emotions from the past two days are now erupting. Have some rice porridge for lunch to soothe your stomach."

"Okay, thank you, Master..."

"Those who have just ascended need a long time to adapt, and it's best not to go out unnecessarily before that."

"ah…………"

Ye Yinqiu looked disappointed, but Qian Jing didn't care at all; it was good that she stayed at home and didn't run around.

However, he regretted it just an hour later.

He had to take care of his weak, mentally challenged apprentice, and if necessary, he would have to help her with toileting. She was now running a high fever, and he had to take care of her every moment.

(This wretched disciple... I just want to live a peaceful life, why are you causing trouble?!)

If this continues, I won't be able to go to school, I won't be able to go to the arcade, and I won't be able to play games or use my phone to my heart's content at home!

"There's no other way... Xiao Qiu, what I'm about to do might be a bit dangerous, but it's worth a try. Just bear with it."

"What are you doing—ah!?"

Qianjing forcefully shoved his fingers into her mouth, which was still burning with fever, all the way down to her throat, trying to get as close to her internal organs as possible. She choked, saliva dripping from her mouth, her whole body convulsing, and she felt like her body was on fire. But because it was Qianjing's order, she could only endure it and remain still.

She didn't know what her master was doing, but she saw that his brows were furrowed, beads of sweat were seeping from his forehead, and he was biting his lip, as if he were doing something extremely precise.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally managed to pull his hand out, and Ye Yinqiu discovered that he had fully recovered.

"Wow, Master, what did you do?!"

"Hoo...hoo...never mind what I did, anyway you should be able to adapt to...the Earth environment now."

Qianjing was covered in sweat. He gulped down a whole bucket of Sprite and ate seven or eight Chocola sticks before he could recover.

"Master, did you also make this using your supernatural abilities?" Ye Yinqiu couldn't contain her curiosity.

"Otherwise what?"

"What exactly is your special ability? Even Sister Lin doesn't know."

"My special ability..."

Qian Jing hesitated for a long time before finally uttering a sentence whose meaning was unclear:

"My superpowers may seem impressive to others, but to me it's like mockery, so don't worry about it. Let's go out and buy some new clothes."