Soon, they returned to the hotel.
They had booked a suite with several rooms, perfectly allowing each person to have their own room. Qin Ning also stayed in the suite.
Although there were just enough rooms, there was only one bathroom.
Qin Fei stretched her back, clearly a bit tired, and said, "I'll go take a shower first. I'm dead tired. I'll sleep right after."
"I'm sleepy too, Xiao Fei. I'll shower with you so we can get to bed earlier," Cheng Weiyang stood up with a grin.
"Sure."
Qin Fei nodded, not refusing.
Su Xingwan, Yang Xin, and Gu Siyu exchanged glances, then said, "Let's all go together."
"Uh, won't that be too many people? I'm afraid the bathroom isn't that big," Qin Fei was taken aback.
It wasn't that she was shy or embarrassed. After all, they were all girls, and having lived together in the villa for so long, they were all very familiar with each other.
Most importantly, with so many people, if they really had to line up to shower one by one, who knew how long it would take. Showering together was naturally much more convenient.
"It's fine, we can squeeze in. You and Weiyang can soak in the bathtub, and the rest of us will just use the shower."
Saying so, Su Xingwan, Gu Siyu, and Yang Xin also trotted toward the bathroom.
"Young Master Qin, do you want to join us too?"
Before closing the door, Cheng Weiyang popped her head out and blinked at him.
"Pfft..."
Qin Ning had already felt a bit awkward listening to them talk just now. Hearing Cheng Weiyang's words at this moment, he couldn't help but directly spit out a mouthful of tea. "Cough cough... No thanks, you guys go ahead."
"Oh."
She replied, sounding somewhat disappointed, and then closed the bathroom door.
"What are you doing, Weiyang? Hurry up and strip!"
"Wow! Sister Yang Xin, you are so big!"
"Sister Siyu and Sister Xingwan too!"
"Xiao Fei, what are you doing? You can talk, but keep your hands to yourself..."
"..."
Even though Qin Ning had turned the TV volume up quite high, he could still hear their playful voices from the bathroom crystal clear.
...
About half an hour later, they finally came out one after another, wrapped in bath towels, and returned to their respective rooms.
Qin Ning sat on the sofa, his eyes closed in meditation.
Only when Qin Fei finally came out did he get up and enter the bathroom.
But soon, Qin Ning was dumbfounded.
He saw the sink counter strewn with small undergarments of various colors.
"Why didn't they know to tidy this up..."
He smiled helplessly and ignored it. After taking his shower, he returned to his own room.
Qin Ning did not go to sleep. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed to cultivate.
In the dead of night, the room door was suddenly pushed open gently, and two figures tiptoed in.
It was Gu Siyu and Cheng Weiyang. They were both wearing only thin nightgowns.
They had thought Qin Ning was already asleep, but to their surprise, he was meditating and cultivating.
Seeing this, the two were stunned. After exchanging a glance, they were about to turn and leave, pretending they had never come.
"You delivered yourselves right to my door."
However, the moment they turned around, Qin Ning's voice suddenly rang out behind them.
The two turned their heads to look, only to see Qin Ning looking at them with a faint smile.
Buzz!
Then, Qin Ning gently raised his palm. An invisible force directly caused Cheng Weiyang and Gu Siyu to float up, fly toward Qin Ning's direction, and gently fall onto the bed.
"Young Master Qin, we just came to see if you were asleep, don't misunderstand..."
Cheng Weiyang said, her face flushed.
"Then I'll just have a misunderstanding with you today."
Qin Ning chuckled and snapped his fingers. The entire room instantly became much darker.
Gu Siyu subconsciously tried to get up, but found she was already pinned down. "Qin Ning... Mmph..."
...
Early the next morning.
Qin Ning was still resting in bed.
In the living room, Gu Siyu and Cheng Weiyang had already gotten up and prepared breakfast.
Yang Xin and Su Xingwan were sitting on the sofa. They seemed to have noticed something, but merely exchanged a glance without speaking.
Soon, Qin Fei came out of her room, yawning. "Morning. Why are you all up so early? Did you not sleep well last night?"
"Xingwan and I slept quite well, as for you guys... I don't know about that."
Yang Xin said with a smile, deliberately letting her gaze linger on Gu Siyu and Cheng Weiyang for a moment.
The two girls immediately blushed a little, knowing that Yang Xin must have heard some commotion last night.
"Cough cough... Xiao Fei, hurry up and brush your teeth, then come eat breakfast," Gu Siyu said.
Qin Fei nodded, then asked again, "Where's my brother? He must have been cultivating and not sleeping last night, right? I'll go brush my teeth, you go call him out to eat together."
...
At noon.
Qin Ning led them to the hotel's underground garage.
Last night, he had Zhuo Zhikuan arrange for someone to deliver a commercial van and leave the car keys at the front desk.
Su Xingwan took charge of driving, heading in the direction of Xiang County.
Xiang County, a town of hot springs, was located in the eastern part of Bin City. It was quite far from the downtown area, roughly fifty kilometers away.
Originally, Qin Ning had thought about just flying them directly over there.
But Qin Fei said that since they were here for a vacation, they naturally had to act like they were on vacation.
Driving over and looking at the scenery along the way would naturally be much more interesting than being carried by Qin Ning and flying there in two minutes.
Not long after getting in the car, Gu Siyu and Cheng Weiyang both fell asleep in their seats.
This made Qin Fei, who always loved to chat, unable to help feeling a bit curious. She asked Yang Xin, "Did they not sleep well last night?"
"I don't know."
Yang Xin grinned, then continued, "Why don't you ask Young Master Qin? Maybe he knows?"
"Brother?" Qin Fei was puzzled and looked at Qin Ning.
Qin Ning gave a dry cough and said, "It's nothing, let them sleep. If you are bored, just scroll on your phone, or see if you can meditate in the car for a while. After all, you are almost at the third level of the Body Tempering Realm now. If you really can't sit still, chatting with Yang Xin is fine too."
...
Because they didn't take the highway, it took Su Xingwan nearly an hour to finally complete the fifty-kilometer journey.
Inside a villa, Qin Ning brought the girls here.
This was the villa hotel that Qin Fei had specifically booked on her phone before going to bed last night.
The tourism industry in Xiang County was developing quite well, and its main attraction was the hot springs.
In villa hotels like this one, every single building had its own independent hot spring pool, so there was no need to go to public ones and squeeze in with other people.
In the backyard of the villa, next to the hot spring pool, there was a patch of grass.
With a gentle wave of Qin Ning's hand, a prepared barbecue grill and ingredients were taken out from his storage space.
The girls took charge of preparing the ingredients, bustling about. After nearly an hour, everything was finally ready.
Qin Ning flicked his finger lightly, igniting the charcoal fire with his spiritual energy. Everyone gathered around the fire and began their barbecue.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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