I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

Lu Yang led Lin Ying through the door and into the house, where they were greeted by a spacious living room.

The hall was neatly furnished with a dozen or so spirit wood chairs and matching tea tables, the wood grain was delicate and it gave off a very faint fragrance.

To the left is a side room, and to the right is a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, with handrails polished smooth and warm.

Lin Ying stood in the center of the living room, looked around, and introduced softly, "The layout of all the outer disciples' houses is similar. The first floor is the reception room, and there is also a small kitchen over there. The second floor has bedrooms and cultivation rooms."

She paused after speaking, then, as if remembering something, looked at Lu Yang and added, "By the way, after becoming an outer disciple, you can hire menial disciples to do chores for you, such as helping you plant your own spiritual plants or feed your spiritual beasts."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yang simply shook his head: "I have no need for that."

He was neither an alchemist nor did he need to cultivate spiritual herbs, nor did he have any spirit beasts to care for.

And to be honest, unless it's someone he knows well, he's not really willing to live under the same roof as others.

As for cleaning, a dust removal technique can clean up all the dust, so there's no need for human intervention.

With a touch of curiosity, he strolled around the small building, inside and out.

The interior furnishings were not luxurious, but all the furniture was made of spirit wood, and each piece exuded a faint spiritual aura.

What satisfied him most was the spirit-gathering array inside the building; it was far superior to the one in the beginner disciples' hut.

He sensed it for a moment and could clearly perceive that the concentration of spiritual energy inside the building was more than twice as high as that inside the huts of the beginner disciples.

Cultivating here is almost equivalent to constantly taking low-grade cultivation pills, but without the risk of pill poisoning.

The two went up to the second floor together.

Pushing open the bedroom door, one finds a table, chairs, and a spiritwood bed inside.

The large spirit wood bed was placed against the wall, and nothing was laid on it.

Lin Ying glanced at the empty bed, her eyes flickering slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Junior Brother Lu, have you prepared bedding? If not, I have another set here..."

As she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Lu Yang, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Lu Yang paused for a moment, then immediately smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Senior Sister to prepare the bedding for me."

Lin Ying waved her hands repeatedly, her tone somewhat embarrassed: "Junior brother, you don't need to be so polite. I just didn't think of this beforehand and should have reminded you in advance."

As she spoke, she quickly walked to the spiritwood bed and took out a complete set of bedding from her storage bag.

The bedding was a clean, moon-white color, made of soft fabric, with very fine, subtle patterns embroidered along the edges.

She bent down and spread out the bedding one by one, her movements delicate and patient. Her slender white fingers stroked the wrinkles on the fabric, smoothing them out little by little until every inch was perfectly flat and even.

Lu Yang stood behind her, watching her bend over to make the bed. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window paper and bathed her in a soft halo.

A gentle light unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Senior Sister Lin is truly a rare and wonderful girl.

She is gentle and soft-spoken, beautiful, and considerate.

Moreover, her alchemy skills are quite high, and she has a high probability of breaking through the Foundation Establishment stage and becoming an inner disciple in the future.

Just over a month ago, he would never have dreamed that such a girl would be here, bending over to make his bed.

He subconsciously glanced at Lin Ying's favorability rating on the panel.

It's still 80 o'clock.

It didn't budge an inch...

It seems that once this value is reached, it becomes very difficult to improve it through ordinary interactions.

However, with an 80% favorability rating, if he takes the initiative, he should have a good chance of making Senior Sister Lin his Daoist partner, right?

If Senior Sister Lin becomes my Daoist partner, wouldn't she be able to do all sorts of messy things?

He has never practiced dual cultivation in his entire life.

I don't know what the difference is between dual cultivation and the kind of exercise I did in my previous life.

While he was lost in thought, Lin Ying had already smoothed out the last layer of mattress and stood up straight.

She glanced around to make sure there wasn't a single wrinkle on the edges before nodding in satisfaction, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She turned around, her tone light and cheerful: "Junior Brother Lu, it's all set up, so you can rest anytime—"

She was speaking when she met Lu Yang's gaze.

His gaze was gentle, yet more intense than usual, like a thin layer of flame covering warm water.

Lin Ying's voice unconsciously lowered.

She lowered her head slightly, and a beautiful pink blush rose to her cheeks.

She knew very well that she had feelings for Junior Brother Lu.

At first, she simply thought that this junior brother was so good-looking, and he was exactly the type of person she admired.

Later, during the pill trading trip, they went to the cafeteria together for a meal. They chatted and found that Junior Brother Lu was gentle, polite, and easy to talk to. He even generously treated her to a big meal.

At that time, she regarded him as a close friend.

Of course, that's all.

What truly changed her mindset was the moment Lu Yang stuffed the Purple Cloud Robe into her arms.

That's a top-grade magic weapon!

It's also a top-grade magic artifact that can enhance alchemy skills!

As an alchemist, she knew all too well the significance of that robe.

At first, she instinctively wanted to refuse, but Lu Yang used "borrowing" as an excuse to casually leave the treasure that countless alchemists dreamed of in her hands.

From that moment on, she found herself constantly thinking of this junior brother.

Nan Yue often teased her about this, and although she never admitted it, she already knew in her heart that she had fallen for this junior brother who was too good-looking.

This time when they met, Lu Yang looked at her differently than before.

The temperature in his gaze was much higher than before, with an inexplicable aggressiveness, yet it hadn't lost its original gentleness.

Her heartbeat seemed to have never slowed down since they met.

Lin Ying felt both sweet and annoyed at being stared at like that by Lu Yang.

This junior brother is too unfair—who can resist looking at people like that?

Does he even realize how charming he is?

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil, she heard footsteps.

One step, two steps, getting closer and closer.

Lin Ying's body tensed slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped her sleeve.

Soon, a warm yet refreshing scent approached.

It was Lu Yang's unique scent, like the morning mountain breeze mixed with a hint of pine's bitterness.

With her head down, she could see the hem of Lu Yang's outer robe stop right in front of her, almost touching.

She felt her throat was dry and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Senior Sister Lin." Lu Yang's voice rang out from above.

Lin Ying's heart skipped a beat, as if gripped by an invisible hand. Instinctively, she replied, "Yes!"

Only after the words left his mouth did he realize that he had responded too quickly and hastily, almost like a disciple whose name had been called upon.

Lu Yang's magnetic voice rang out again, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "Why is Senior Sister Lin keeping her head down and not looking at me?"

Lin Ying always felt there was a hint of teasing in his voice—she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

She looked up nervously, and a handsome face, almost unreal, stood right in front of her, so close that she could see the curve of his eyelashes.

Lu Yang's lips curled slightly, clearly with a hint of deliberate teasing, but his deep eyes burned with a fiery passion that made her feel hot all over.

Lin Ying's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

"Junior Brother Lu... what's wrong?" She felt as if her tongue was tied in knots, and she stumbled over even these few words.

Lu Yang took another step forward.

It was a small step, but it was enough for his aura to envelop her entirely.

His breath almost brushed against her face, warm and gentle.

Lin Ying swallowed again, her eyes wide open, like a fawn suddenly approached by a hunter.

Lu Yang chuckled lightly, a hint of teasing in his voice: "Senior Sister Lin seems a little nervous?"

Lin Ying's ears burned from his laughter.

A sudden pang of embarrassment and annoyance arose in her heart—Junior Brother Lu was clearly several years younger than her!

What am I afraid of?

Could he possibly eat himself?

The moment the thought popped into her head, she felt a heat rising all over her body.

She forced a smile, trying to keep her voice calm and composed: "...No, no. Why would I be nervous? Junior brother, you're joking."

Lu Yang bent down slightly, lowering his gaze to be level with hers.

The two faces were less than a palm's width apart, close enough to count each other's eyelashes.

"Is that so?" he asked softly.

Lin Ying opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but looking into Lu Yang's deep eyes, all the words stuck in her throat.

His eyes were beautiful; deep within his pupils seemed to hold a quiet night sky.

And in that night sky, only her face was reflected.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The mountain breeze outside the window rustled through the pine forest, making a very faint sound, which only made the quietness seem even more profound.

An indescribable atmosphere filled the air, as if something unseen was slowly tightening between the two of them.

They looked at each other.

Lu Yang's gaze slowly slid down from her glistening eyes to her lips—full, rosy, and slightly pursed due to nervousness, like a budding flower.

Lu Yang's own heart was actually beating incredibly fast.

He appeared calm and collected on the surface, but his palms were actually sweating.

He knew what an 80% favorability rating meant, but he still felt nervous when it actually came to this point.

I was afraid I had misjudged her, afraid of offending her, afraid of scaring her away.

But he knew he would regret it later if he ignored such a gentle, kind-hearted, and beautiful girl.

Just consider it all for that treasure chest with 100 points of favorability!

He made up an excuse for himself, then swallowed nervously and slowly moved forward.