Lu Qi relayed the information she had gathered from her informant to Qiao Shiyue. The informant demanded another 300,000 to compensate the person who had suffered a stroke. Lu Qi wanted to ask Qiao Shiyue for the money, which was why she brought it up. Qiao Shiyue understood. But she pretended not to catch on. Lu Qi had no choice but to cover the 300,000 herself, silently holding a grudge against Qiao Shiyue. Once she became the eldest daughter-in-law of the Qiao family, she would make sure Qiao Pengyu cut off Qiao Shiyue’s supplementary card. She was too stingy—wouldn’t even part with 300,000. And on top of that, this was all to help Qiao Shiyue get things done, yet she refused to contribute a single cent. It was infuriating. “No wonder she stays cooped up at home all day—there’s something fishy going on in her house,” Qiao Shiyue remarked. Lu Qi understood immediately: this meant she shouldn’t cause trouble at her home but wait until she went out. She was furious and resentful about the money, but she was even more eager to latch onto the Qiao family, a powerful ally. So, she hired two more people, planning to make a move when Shen Yunyun went out. Shen Yunyun had waited several days without seeing the other side strike again. She felt she needed to go out and lure the snake out of its hole. As it happened, Xu Zimo also wanted to explore this brand-new world. “Are you sure you won’t wear the clothes I prepared for you?” Shen Yunyun asked, arms crossed, looking at him. He was still wearing the same outfit from when she first met him. That it hadn’t fallen apart after all these years was nothing short of a miracle. “No change,” Xu Zimo said firmly. Shen Yunyun glanced at his clothes. “Your outfit isn’t some powerful magical artifact, is it?” Xu Zimo looked at her in surprise. It seemed she was right—it really was some kind of formidable magical artifact. “Come on, tell me. What kind of artifact is this outfit? What does it do?” “If I tell you, you can’t take it from me.” Shen Yunyun: “...” Even if she wanted to steal it, she’d need the ability to do so. “I won’t take it. Absolutely not.” “It’s a defensive artifact that can ward off harm.” “Can it stop bullets and knives?” Shen Yunyun asked curiously. She had read some fantasy novels and knew that in the world of cultivation, there were all sorts of strange artifacts. An outfit being an artifact wasn’t surprising—there were even shoes that were artifacts. So she wasn’t shocked that his clothes were a defensive artifact; she was just curious about how much protection it offered. “It can.” “Awesome, Grass.” Shen Yunyun gave him a thumbs-up and casually touched his clothes. The fabric didn’t look particularly special. If she hadn’t known he was a big shot from the cultivation world, she would never have guessed that this set of clothes was an artifact. “Fine, don’t change then.” If it were her, with an outfit that never wore out and didn’t need washing, she wouldn’t change either. Shen Yunyun took Xu Zimo out for a stroll. Though Xu Zimo was over three hundred years old, his face still looked young and handsome. The effect he had on the streets rivaled Karl’s. But Karl gave off a mechanical vibe, while Xu Zimo clearly exuded a mystical aura. Though their appeal differed, both attracted a crowd of starry-eyed girls. There were also those secretly watching. Last time Karl came, a girl had walked into a lamppost. This time with Xu Zimo, someone bumped into a tree, and another twisted their ankle on the curb. But unlike Karl, some people asked Karl for his WeChat. No one asked Xu Zimo for his, though—maybe because he was standing with Shen Yunyun, or maybe because his presence made others feel unworthy, pure and untouchable, something to admire from afar but not to approach.