After much effort, Qin Feng finally located the supervisor from the Heaven's Justice Sect. The other person was a middle-aged man in his forties, with medium-length hair and glasses, appearing refined and cultured. In his hotel room, the desk was piled high with items such as noodle buckets, vacuum-packed chicken legs, pickled vegetables, and peanuts—clear evidence that he was meticulous and cautious, fearful of being poisoned while dining out. He fully understood that this assignment would be challenging. While he felt confident in investigating the other gatekeepers, this one was the current abbot’s own niece—the daughter of the previous abbot. Should things go poorly, he would find himself caught between the two worlds—unable to move up or down—and would undoubtedly face a very difficult situation. Moreover, once Liu Su was truly incensed, if she decided to take decisive action, he might very well lose his life in vain. The Master had always cherished this niece, and even if she made mistakes, she would always be treated leniently. Therefore, he devised a strategy: to avoid face-to-face encounters. Should Liu Su raise any concerns, he would become unsettled, while he would be able to gather solid evidence and return to the main monastery to report smoothly. As for the rivalry between the two—his niece and himself—he had not the slightest interest. Before leaving the main monastery, the Master had instructed him to conduct discreet investigations, and to immediately report should any signs of Liu Su’s defection be discovered. Staying at the hotel was undoubtedly the safest course, and since he had checked in, he had never left once—his snacks were even ordered by the hotel staff. He believed that within just two more days, the situation outside would surely be in chaos. Thinking of this, he found himself smiling with satisfaction. Yet this life lived beneath the surface, shielded from the sunlight, proved rather dull. Each day, he spent his time either eating, sleeping, or staring at the television, watching programs that grew increasingly monotonous. Moreover, he was constantly plagued by unsolicited calls from strangers asking if he'd like to meet a lady. At first, he politely declined and even unplugged the phone, removing it entirely from his routine. Just now, he had reinstalled the cord, thinking it would be a mere distraction—something to pass the time. But after waiting all day, the call never came. He grew increasingly frustrated, muttering under his breath: "You businesspeople really lack persistence! Just two or three calls would be enough to make a difference!" After a while, he began to feel drowsy and was about to turn off the television and go to sleep when, finally, the phone rang. He was excited as he picked up the phone: "Hey... oh, what do you have on offer there? What prices? Alright, then—call two over here, definitely young and attractive. If both of them please me, I'll keep both. If only one satisfies me, I'll keep just that one. If neither does, I'll send them out—as long as the quality's good, money won't be an issue!" After hanging up, he pulled out a box of blue pills from his bag, removed one, and swallowed it. He thought to himself: as long as they're not completely out of the ordinary, he'd be fine. A few minutes later, when he felt a surge of heat rising in his abdomen, the doorbell rang. They were here. He hurried over, opened the door, and there they were—two women dressed up in full makeup, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. One looked particularly glamorous, the other more reserved and earnest. "Boss," she said, "do you still like us?" "The stunning woman spoke up: 'We work very well as a team, excelling at the contrast between ice and fire. I'm certain you'll feel absolutely blissful, like floating on clouds!' He smiled and nodded. 'I didn't expect to find such attractive women in a place as modest as Pingplain City. You both stay!' The two women happily nodded, embraced his arms, and together they entered the room, where they soon began a primal form of intimacy. "Chen Bao immediately said, 'Feng Shao, you might not know, those two just now were truly outstanding figures in the circle. Their ways of serving men were incredibly varied and their coordination flawless—no ordinary man, not even a strong, robust one, could withstand them. My brother initially didn't believe it, so he invited them over. Do you know what happened? They left with smiles and chatter, and my brother ended up lying in bed all day long. Every time he saw them again, he treated them with respectful distance!' Qin Dashi nodded with a smile and said, 'That's good. Make sure they thoroughly exhaust the one above me—I'll reward them handsomely!' Chen Bao quickly waved his hand, saying, 'Look, Feng Shao, you don't need to cover the cost of this—myself will handle it. When they go up, they bring a strong supply of potent medicines—guaranteed, the one above will have no chance to come back!' Two hours later, the two women walked out of the hall with cheerful expressions, only showing a slight sign of fatigue. Chen Bao called them over and asked, "How's it going?" The composed woman replied, "We've done our best as instructed, Master Chen. That elderly gentleman took over ten pills of various types, but eventually he started bleeding profusely—now he's unconscious. Even if he survives, he'll be severely weakened upon waking!" Chen Bao nodded approvingly and said, "Excellent. You go back now—I'll have someone deliver your rewards." "Master Chen, you're so polite," the graceful woman smiled gently, "how could we possibly accept your appreciation? How about this—we'd like to offer our services to you free of charge as a token of our gratitude. Otherwise, we'd feel truly uncomfortable taking any payment at all!" Chen Bao's face instantly turned green. He huffed, "I haven't even had enough life yet! You two—these devouring, boneless little demons—go off and plague others! As for serving me, I simply don't have the fortune to enjoy that!" "This kid has a good sense of self-awareness. As for a woman who even Ouyang Hu couldn't handle, how could he possibly stand a chance with his slender frame—other than surrendering? People who don't know will certainly think he's just lucky, having picked a fresh and eager one. He produced a Craziness Spell and slapped it onto the elder's back of the head. Given his current physical condition, only spells that invigorate and energize—like the Craziness Spell—could help him regain clarity.