?Reading on mobile phone Bai He Gate, once renowned for its serene and restrained atmosphere, now exudes an atmosphere of indulgence and sensuality. Among the several dozen members of the gate, over half maintain a close, amorous relationship with Liu Yun. After experiencing the intoxicating charm of women, they no longer remember their commitment to cultivation. Moreover, their vital yang energy is being depleted rapidly, yet they remain entirely unaware of this gradual decline. Liu Yun, seated cross-legged on the bed, opens her eyes with a flash of luminous clarity, smiling seductively and murmuring to herself, "The yang energy within cultivators is vastly greater than that of ordinary people. In the past, I truly wasted my time—so much effort to gather such a modest amount of yang energy. If only I had known earlier, I should have targeted cultivators from the very beginning!" At that moment, a light, flirtatious voice echoes from outside, "Is Yun here? I've been waiting for you for a long time—do you think today I'll still disappoint you?" Outside, an elderly man with white hair and beard appears, precisely the pious, conservative gatekeeper who had previously expressed the strongest reservations about her. Now, however, he has completely fallen at Liu Yun's feet, bowing deeply to her. Though he is nearly two hundred years old, he proudly boasts of being vigorous and strong, visiting her almost every day. Although each time he can only manage a few minutes, his vital energy is exceptionally strong—having accumulated over a hundred years of it, he is far beyond the reach of those younger, true cultivators who are only in their twenties or thirties, and is easily drawn away. Thus, Liu Yun is quite happy to see him. With a seductive smile, she says, "Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time—indeed, I've even stepped outside. Why not come in? Why should I go and fetch you? Honestly, I haven't even dressed yet!" Upon hearing this, the little creature in his crotch immediately straightened up. He pushed open the door and rushed inside. A few minutes later, he left, adjusting his clothes, his face beaming with satisfaction. ... Facing Nishimura Toshihiko stood a man in black, who wore a hat and held his head low, making it impossible to see his features. This man was tall—over 1.90 meters—and his height gave Nishimura considerable pressure. As someone who always prided himself on his stature, Nishimura particularly disliked Europeans, all of whom were tall and imposing, leaving him with no sense of advantage. Therefore, he chose to sit on the sofa and asked, "You're the one sent by the organization!" "Yes," the man replied in a calm, resonant voice, slightly hoarse, as though the sound had risen from beneath the earth. Nishimura was satisfied and added, "Your opponent is a formidable figure. I therefore hope you have full confidence before taking action—otherwise, if you fail, completing the mission will prove difficult." "That person coldly remarked, 'As the employer, you don't need to worry about how we act—you just need to observe the results. If I fail, the organization will send someone more capable until the task is completed!' 'Good,' he said, pointing to a stack of papers on the table, 'Here's the latest information on the target. Please take a look.' 'No need,' the person replied with pride, 'In intelligence matters, we outperform you. What you call the latest information dates back at least a month. To me, it's completely irrelevant!' Nakamura Shun-nan turned to his subordinate, who immediately lowered his head. This clearly showed that the so-called latest information was, in fact, far from up-to-date. He found it deeply disappointing to have such subordinates—when you can't find current information, that's one thing, but why bring out outdated materials to deceive me, and then boast that they're the latest?" Feeling under the weather, he had nothing nice to say. "Since we've already met, let's get down to business," he huffed. "I expect you to complete your task as soon as possible!" Wu Ling didn't even bother to respond—she simply turned and walked away. Her staff immediately voiced their displeasure. "This man is simply uncivilized! He just walks off without saying a word—how can that be acceptable?" "Shut up!" barked Nakamura Shun'jo. "You, a fool like you, have the nerve to criticize him? Starting today, you're going to roll out of here as far as you can go—don't let me see you again!" Qin Feng stayed at home today instead of going to the office, to spend time with his lovely young companion, Yapo. It was a villa located in a prime area, purchased well before the temporary office location was finalized. The villa had four floors, and the nearly 100-square-meter basement had been converted into a laboratory, housing various high-precision equipment—Yapo's favorite. The first and second floors feature living rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, and study spaces, while half of the third floor is dedicated to a rooftop garden, plus a small bedroom and a fitness room. In terms of both size and luxury finishes, this villa is no less impressive than the one in the plain city. "Honey, I just completed a small experiment yesterday, and it worked perfectly," the young woman said with a graceful tone. "Hmm, what kind of project?" he casually asked, not taking it too seriously since she had described it as a small-scale effort. "A new material that maintains its physical properties even under high temperatures," she replied. "It's similar to metal but not actually metal, and when the temperature rises, it becomes exceptionally smooth, with minimal friction!" "Oh, so what's its practical application?" Qin asked again, casually. The young lady immediately became enthusiastic, hugging his neck and saying, "Husband, think about it—what if we apply this to the cylinder of an automobile engine? If we coat both the cylinder walls and the piston with it, not only would engine power be significantly improved, but fuel consumption would also be reduced. Compared to our currently jointly-developed new engine technology, the advantages would be even more pronounced!" Only then did Qin the young noble realize the significance of the matter, and said seriously, "Really? If it works well in engines, could it also be applied to transmission systems, thereby reducing energy losses during the process?" "Absolutely," the young lady nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grain, "though the natural abundance of this material is quite limited. Although the extraction process isn't particularly complex, due to its rarity, it can't be used in large quantities—thus, it will inevitably become quite expensive!" Well, that's indeed a major issue—making widespread adoption impossible. It will therefore have to be positioned as a premium product. Just as the two were about to continue their discussion, Isabella suddenly flew in through the window and settled directly onto the sofa beside them. The lovely young woman blinked her large eyes and asked, "Sasha, is something wrong?" It was entirely understandable that she had this intuition, since security here had always been her responsibility—except when she was with Qin the young lord at night for training sessions, when she rarely appeared during the day. "Yes, there's a mysterious figure keeping a close watch on this place," she replied in a steady tone. "The person's energy is quite unusual—not a vampire, very unfamiliar. But there's no doubt that the visitor is an enemy."