The Villainous Senior Brother Doesn't Want to Wash White [Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Ji Yanqing held his storage bag, his triumphant smile gradually hardening on his face.

He remembered clearly that before meditating last night, he had tucked away all his spirit stones and even added a layer of restriction. He never imagined this cat could be so capable—after eating Qi Ye’s stones, it actually sniffed out his portion and ate those too.

Thinking that the thousands of spirit stones he had saved had been treated as a midnight snack by this cat, Ji Yanqing’s heart bled in silent agony.

He turned to glare at the culprit still crouching on the bed. The suspect, a certain cat, was still unaware of the approaching danger, leisurely grooming its fur. Ji Yanqing rushed over, grabbed the white ball by its hind paws, and dangled it: “Spit my spirit stones back out!”

However, that was only Ji Yanqing’s imagination. Just as he looked toward the white ball, Qi Ye and the cat spoke almost simultaneously.

“Senior Brother.” “Mew?”

Qi Ye wanted to persuade Ji Yanqing to stay calm, while the culprit, still unaware of what it had done wrong, turned to Ji Yanqing and let out a confused “mew-wu.” Facing those innocent, deep-blue eyes, for some reason, the fire in Ji Yanqing’s heart instantly died out, and his movements stopped.

Ji Yanqing: “Fine. Let’s go to the Treasure Tower first.”

Qi Ye: “…”

Qi Ye had thought he would need to spend quite a lot of effort to appease his Senior Brother’s fury. He hadn’t expected it to end like this. Ji Yanqing also realized he seemed a bit too easy to talk to and hurriedly added harshly: “If it really doesn’t work, we’ll sell this cat for spirit stones!”

The Treasure Tower was hidden in the northern part of Cloud City, usually leaving no trace. It opened once on the eighth of every month. After paying one hundred high-grade spirit stones, a cultivator could enter to exchange for the information they desired.

Today happened to be the eighth. Not long after it opened, many cultivators had already entered. Suddenly, a golden dragon carriage appeared in the sky above. Even though the cultivators in the tower included the favorites of various great families and sects, they couldn’t help but be drawn to the flashy golden dragon.

When the carriage finally landed, two people stepped out: Ji Yanqing and Qi Ye. Ji Yanqing wore magnificent robes, with the snowy-white divine beast perched on his shoulder; at a glance, his status appeared extraordinary.

Having caught everyone’s attention, Ji Yanqing cast a glance at the entrance and prepared to walk straight in, only to be blocked by the guard at the door.

“Entry fee is one hundred high-grade spirit stones.”

If I had a hundred high-grade spirit stones, would I still need to use this kind of entrance?

The expression on Ji Yanqing’s face stiffened slightly, then he said arrogantly, “Do you not know who I am? How dare you block my path?”

“And who are you?” unexpectedly, this guard was a straight-talker. Instead of moving, he actually questioned Ji Yanqing.

Qi Ye, unable to watch any longer, stepped forward to explain: “Apologies. We just arrived in Cloud City. We suffered an accident yesterday and all our spirit stones are gone. Could you please make an exception?”

The guard finally understood the situation and nodded. “Apologies. The rules of the Treasure Tower are fixed. If you have no spirit stones, you may also use artifacts as the entry fee.”

Ji Yanqing was momentarily troubled. He had left in a hurry and brought no valuable artifacts; the only item he had was the picture album he got from the chamber president on Fuyuan Island.

Surely I don’t have to use that book as the entry fee?

“I shall pay the entry fee for these two fellow daoists.”

While Ji Yanqing was weighing the pros and cons, a voice suddenly came from behind him. He turned to see a man walk forward, hand a bag of spirit stones to the guard, and then turn around.

It was a handsome youth who was now staring intently at Ji Yanqing. Ji Yanqing immediately grew alert, instinctively taking a half-step back. This wasn’t Qingmen; why would someone pay for him—and two hundred stones at once?

Does he have some improper designs on me?

“Many thanks to this fellow daoist.” Nearby, Qi Ye also noticed the youth’s gaze. He unobtrusively moved in front of Ji Yanqing to block him, thanking the youth.

The youth withdrew his gaze and smiled. “It’s nothing. I just think this Lei is truly adorable.”

Only then did Ji Yanqing realize the youth hadn’t been looking at him, but at the Lei on his shoulder. It seemed this person had paid the fee solely for the sake of the cat. The youth gave Ji Yanqing one last deep look before walking ahead.

Ji Yanqing and Qi Ye followed him into the Treasure Tower.

The tower consisted of a central hall and several private booths. Once inside, one only needed to use their mind to write down the desired info or item on the transmission stone in the hall. A moment later, the corresponding conditions would appear. If one agreed, they could go to a booth for further trade. Selling info or items followed a similar process. In short, the tower was an information brokerage; the entry fee was essentially a management fee.

Upon entering the hall, almost all the elegant seats were filled with cultivators. The youth who paid for them spoke to a steward in the hall and was respectfully invited to a private booth in the back.

Recalling the way the youth looked at him last, Ji Yanqing suddenly thought of something and stopped.

Qi Ye asked, “Senior Brother, what is it?” “Nothing. Let’s find a place to sit first.”

Ji Yanqing said this, yet he sensed something was wrong. That youth just now looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Ji Yanqing had already been in Qingmen when he accepted the mission, but according to the system, “Original Ji’s” background was not simple. Given the character’s personality in the book, he likely offended countless people. In Qingmen, even if they hated him, they couldn’t do much. But if he ran into an “acquaintance” here, the situation would be different.

Ji Yanqing suddenly felt nervous. To be safe, he quietly cast a spell to hide his true appearance.

Just as Ji Yanqing finished his spell, a gaze was already fixed on him from the VIP gallery of the Treasure Tower.

It was a youth dressed in a light-blue robe with silver trim, holding a white jade folding fan, exuding a refined and gentle aura. Seeing Ji Yanqing’s figure, the youth stood up abruptly, his grip tightening on the fan, but he soon shook his head.

Leaving aside the fact that the person should currently be at the Qingmen Sect, given the feud between him and the Third Young Master, how would he dare come to Cloud City? Most importantly, that person hated small animals most of all.

The youth looked at the Lei sprawled on Ji Yanqing’s shoulder stretching itself, and his lips curved slightly as he tapped the fan rhythmically against his palm.

Just then, the Master of the Treasure Tower hurried over. Seeing the youth, he bowed frantically. “Greetings, Manager Shen.”

Manager Shen cupped his hands. “Tower Master, no need for such formality. Just call me Shen Xiao.”

Once the two were seated in the VIP gallery, the Tower Master dismissed his attendants before cautiously asking Shen Xiao, “Manager Shen, I heard the Third Young Master will arrive in Cloud City today. Is this true?”

Shen Xiao nodded. “The Third Young Master is indeed coming. But as for when, I am not at liberty to say. You only need to be ready to receive him.”

The Tower Master looked troubled. Shen Xiao made the reception sound simple, but for him, it was a task with life-threatening risks. He was already trembling as if walking on thin ice. Rumor had it the Third Young Master was extremely brooding and ruthless toward enemies, with no known special hobbies. Pleasing him wouldn’t be easy.

If he accidentally did or said the wrong thing…

The Tower Master wiped his brow and asked Shen Xiao, “Manager Shen, you are the manager by the Third Young Master’s side; you must know him best. Can you tell me what the Third Young Master usually likes? I’ll go prepare right away!”

This question stumped Shen Xiao. An image of the Third Young Master’s frost-covered face surfaced in his mind… Shen Xiao couldn’t help but shiver. What hobbies could a piece of sentient ice have?

But if it were a matter of liking…

Shen Xiao unfolded his fan and pointed toward the distance where Ji Yanqing and Qi Ye had sat down.

“Let’s put it this way. See that young man in the green robe?”

The Tower Master followed the direction of the white jade fan. At that moment, Ji Yanqing and Qi Ye had sat down in an elegant seat. The cat on Ji Yanqing’s shoulder had rolled into his lap, and Ji Yanqing’s fingers were gently stroking its back. The white ball’s body was limp with enjoyment, its eyes half-open as it let out a “mew-wu,” seemingly urging Ji Yanqing to go faster.

Shen Xiao’s expression was profound. He fanned himself slowly and continued, “The Third Young Master likes those who look peerless and are… physically soft.”

“I understand!” The Tower Master was overjoyed, instantly grasping Shen Xiao’s meaning. He replied immediately. So the Third Young Master likes this type! He would definitely find a way to keep this person and gift them to the Third Young Master!

After speaking, the Tower Master turned and left to order his subordinates to act.

“…Little beasts.”

Only after Shen Xiao finished speaking at his own pace did he withdraw his gaze from the kitten-like divine beast and look back at where the Tower Master had been. The man was already gone.

Shen Xiao’s profound smile froze on his face.

Wait… what exactly did he ‘understand’?