Firming his grip on Tianshi’s blade, Qingyi threw him backwards, still keeping all his murderous intent on him, crushing him with his lineage projection.
"W-who the hell are you? H-how dare you hurt a son of the Gold King?" Tianshi questioned, his voice stuttering as he fell flat on his ass.
"Oh... I haven’t hurt you, not yet." Qingyi stepped forward, his face filled with a smile so gentle and soft that it seemed friendly.
"Y-you... You... guards! GUARDS-" Tianshi’s voice suddenly died away, a loud, ripping sound echoing as a strange, stinking weight accumulated in his pants.
At the same time, a yellowish liquid splashed onto the floor, forming a puddle around Tianshi.
"Oh shit... hahahaha, he shit his pants!" the True Immortal burst out laughing, slamming his hand on the table. "That’s a good one, young man! This old man hasn’t seen this much entertainment in years, hahaha."
Qingyi just shook his head, turning to Meilin, whose anger had also disappeared, replaced by a suppressed giggle.
Tianshi gritted his teeth, his face red with embarrassment.
"I’ll report to Daddy that you’ve fallen for some commoner! You won’t get away with this!" Tianshi turned, running in hurried steps, the pressure of Qingyi’s power finally giving way.
"What are you going to do now?" Qingyi approached Meilin, hugging her lovingly.
"I don’t know... I’d need to complain directly to Dad, but I don’t want to bother him with these things... I want to deal with it myself. I have to take a look at the funds I still have..." Meilin said.
After a moment of embracing, they both bowed respectfully to the true immortal in the room before leaving, heading for the town’s main bank.
There, Meilin used a small golden token to access her main account, her face darkening soon after.
She planned to use her personal funds to found a chamber of commerce of her own in some out-of-the-way town, taking advantage of her father allowing free competition between his children to try and rise back to the top.
With her talent, that wouldn’t be difficult.
But the moment she saw her bank account, that plan died.
It was empty, not even a single penny. Everything had been cleaned out by Tianshi.
How could she not be furious? How could she not cry into Qingyi’s chest?
In just a few days, she had lost everything except what she had in her body, even her personal flying ship had been seized by the branch now controlled by Tianshi.
"Qingyi... what the hell can I still do? I don’t have the money to buy materials to start selling, to build a base, to hire merchants... i have nothing for anything..." She asked, hugging him, ignoring the stares of the other customers in the bank.
Being an administrator, diplomat and merchant was the only thing she had ever done well in her life.
But now, she had lost everything.
"Ah... Come with me," Qingyi grabbed Meilin’s waist, leading her to one of the many cultivation halls in the royal capital and renting a room for him and Meilin.
"What do you-" Before Meilin had even finished her sentence, she saw the world around her change, the space distorting as she was pulled into the world of Ruxue���s mind.
The next thing she knew, she was in a completely different place, in front of a large, luxurious temple, its great central gates open, revealing a group of priestesses training animatedly.
Their white robes were clinging to their sweaty, voluptuous bodies, their pink nipples and fat, tight pussies visible under the thin, moisture-transparent fabric.
"Oh... the husband’s back!"
"He’s brought a beautiful new sister!"
Soon, Meilin found herself blushing, surrounded by the curious and excited priestesses.
Qingyi took a few minutes to introduce them to Meilin before following, guiding the beauty first to the temple’s spirit herb pavilion, which at that very moment was being tended by Rongyan and Xueyao.
The red-haired beauty watched Meilin from afar, blushing softly as she approached, introducing herself.
Xueyao, on the other hand, really didn’t care much about introducing herself to Meilin, rubbing up against Qingyi like a needy kitten, wrapping her long, fluffy tail around him.
"Husband, can we make puppies now? Xueyao missed you so much!" She gave an excited squeal, squeezing her large breasts against Qingyi’s face.
"In a moment," he slapped her plump ass, gripping the pale, creamy skin for a brief moment.
"I have to show your new sister a few things, after that, i will pay attention to you, okay? Go help Elize prepare lunch."
"Okay husband!" Xueyao gave Qingyi a soft kiss before leaving, her breasts bouncing as she ran excitedly around the temple.
"She’s... cute... but why are you showing me this?" Meilin asked, all the while Xueyao was there, she was fighting the urge to stroke the girl’s tail.
Qingyi obviously noticed this look, giving a suppressed giggle. "Don’t worry, you can stroke Xueyao later, she loves petting."
Meilin blushed, looking away.
Shaking his head, Qingyi just looked at the temple’s plantation of spiritual herbs.
It had grown a lot, enough for over a thousand herbs at once, powerful ancestral formations working to accelerate the growth of those plants to the maximum, to a level that, if looked at closely, could be observed with the naked eye.
"These herbs are all intended only to make a few types of pill, types that no one else has or makes." Qingyi smiled.
Meilin tilted her face slightly. "What kind of pills were these?"
"I’ll show you." Qingyi led Meilin to another building, the one where Feiyan worked.
The tanned beauty was, as usual, working on her alchemy skills, her huge breasts exposed, protected only by a tiny bikini and squeezed together by her arms as she stirred a cauldron.
"Oh my... fufufu~~ what have we here? The hubby really struck gold, hehehe," Feiyan giggled.
Her eyes flowed down Meilin’s plump, juicy ass and then up her full, cherry lips, which decorated a porcelain face.
Meilin blushed even more, looking away, her eyes accidentally falling on an item over a table.
A pill, small and slightly golden.
"This is..." her eyes widened.