Flying southwest with the strength gained from Lin Caivui's guidance, the two entered a hidden, secluded valley. First, they passed through a mist layer extending no less than five kilometers, after which the landscape suddenly came into clear view—quite different from the outside world, as it was now springtime, filled with birdsong and blossoms. "Wow! Is this really the mythical paradise known as the 'World Beyond the World'?" Qin, the young magnate, expressed in amazement. "Almost exactly. In fact, Tao Yuanming originally stumbled upon a similar gathering point in the realm of cultivation. To protect its secret, he deliberately fabricated the story in his 'Record of the Peach Blossom Spring'." Lin, the beautiful woman, smiled. Qin nodded, but immediately asked another question: "Then, wouldn't the people here be afraid that others might accidentally stumble upon them?" Lin turned back, pointing to the thick mist. "See? Even ordinary people, and even cultivators unfamiliar with the route, easily get lost. Even if someone happens to make it through, their memory of this journey is erased!" "Indeed thoughtful," Qin Shao nodded with a thumbs-up. The scenery in the valley was beautiful, with small animals moving freely among the trees, butterflies and bees darting among the flowers, everything thriving. The warm sunlight made them naturally shed their thick down jackets; the air here was so fresh—so fresh it was almost beyond belief—especially for Qin, who had grown used to the stale air filled with car exhaust in the city. It was just like a joke: a Chinese person arriving in Europe, collapsing right after stepping off the plane, feeling suffocated. The attendants quickly called for emergency help. A seasoned airport staff member then drove over and connected a hose from the car's exhaust pipe to the man's nose, and immediately, the man revived, gasping deeply and exclaiming how pure the European air truly was. There was only one wooden house in the valley, situated at the center, at the highest point, so it wouldn't be damp, and a small stream flowed gently by. "That's the inn," Lin Beijia smiled. "An inn known only to cultivators, and one that only cultivators can stay at!" "It must be quite expensive," Qin Dazhao said, after walking around the area. "I'm sure they can't accommodate many guests each month—definitely following the strategy of 'three years without guests, then three years of profits'!" Lin Beijia smiled. "It's decent. You can settle your bill in pills or in gold—ten taels per room per day, and meals are extra!" I wiped my brow—ten taels is 500 grams. At today's international gold prices, that would amount to over a hundred thousand yuan. Isn't that already quite expensive? Surely not even the seven-star hotels outside the valley charge this much. Well, upon closer thought, it actually makes sense. For cultivators whose lifespans far exceed that of ordinary people, money is nothing—given their extraordinary abilities, earning a comfortable income is a breeze. Thus, in the mortal world, where gold is most valuable, it pales in comparison to the worth of elixirs and talismans in the cultivation realm. "Come on, let's feast today! I haven't had a proper taste of true cultivation cuisine yet," Qin the young noble said, patting his stomach. "You're just a foodie," Lin the beautiful woman remarked, giving him a withering glance and smiling, "I'm sure you'll be thoroughly satisfied!" "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go—onward!" He took Lin's hand and took off toward the inn. He had expected to knock on the door, but already, at a distance of just a few dozen meters, a plump middle-aged man in a apron stepped out, smiling warmly and welcoming them, "Welcome, esteemed guests!" "He stands no taller than 1.6 meters, yet his weight is definitely over 160 pounds. To put it in a popular online phrase: short in stature, but very solid. He is the owner of the inn, affectionately known as 'Fat Maitreya' because he's always smiling no matter the occasion. Everyone calls him that, and his actual name has long since been forgotten. 'Master, how have you been?' Lin Caivé greeted him. 'Ah, it's Miss Lin from the Lin family! I'm so sorry I didn't welcome you properly—so sorry!' He smiled warmly at Qin Feng and asked, 'This young man looks unfamiliar. Is he also from the Lin family?' Lin Caivé blushed slightly and said, 'Well, yes—could we please have a room for us to rest a while, and also have a full meal served, preferably in large portions!'” "Upon seeing the two of them holding hands and only needing one room, Mi-Li immediately understood. With a warm, ambiguous smile, he said, 'No problem, young servant—come out and take the guests to their room, then prepare the meals!' 'Certainly!' A young servant in a servant's attire quickly stepped forward, bowed to them, and then led them upstairs. Qin Feng spun around and leaped onto the large bed, settling comfortably and said, "Man, this bed frame is actually quite firm—just a thin quilt is laid on it. If I add more layers, I'd probably die. They charge such a high room rate, yet they don't seem to think much about their guests!" Qin, the young man, flipped over and sat up, embracing the beauty's body, smiling cheerfully and saying, "I was afraid you wouldn't hold up, because after we've eaten and drunk, we're going to roll onto the bed. Then you'll be below me, and I'll be above you—hehe!" "Today, I still want to be on top," said Lin, the beautiful woman, pouting. Last night's experience of being above him had given her an unprecedented sense of pleasure, so she wanted to try it again today. Qin shrugged, smiling, "Then let's add a few more layers. But honestly, I think in the end you'll still end up below me—given your strength, you won't be able to beat me!" "Ugh, stop saying such embarrassing things! What if someone hears us? It would be terribly embarrassing," said Lin, giving him a gentle pinch on his waist. At that moment, the waiter's voice came from outside, "Ladies and gentlemen, the dishes are nearly ready. Shall you two come down for dinner now, or would you like to rest a bit first?"