Wandering down the street, Qin feels as though he's in a different world. The once-abundant Korean-style men and women have vanished, replaced now by various refined versions of traditional Chinese attire. If it weren't for the girls who've shortened their skirts, still revealing their long, white legs, one would think that after decades of favoring foreign styles, they finally recognize the value of the heritage left by their ancestors. Well, this is a pleasant development—these traditional designs not only carry the distinctive colors of Chinese culture but also exude a refined charm. Take the beautiful woman across the street, for instance: she wears a red, embroidered dragon-and-phoenix bodice, her entire back exposed, paired with white thermal pants and high-heel sandals—simply stunning. On a large, colorful screen not far away, several red lines appear: "The Immortal Cult will host an academic seminar at the stadium this weekend, inviting participation from all sectors of society. Ticket prices range from 600 to 1,800 yuan. Seats are limited—book soon." Ni ma, how can the ticket price compare to that of a top-tier concert star? Who on earth would attend such an academic seminar—especially one with not a single cultivator in attendance? Dumbfounded, surely. Yet, the streets are now buzzing. Everyone is pulling out their phones, dialing the numbers displayed on the screens: "Hello, I'd like three tickets. What? No seats available? Then, standing room tickets will do—three, please." "What? Even standing room tickets are gone? Do the ticket resellers still have any? Will they charge extra?" Qin is stunned—this is beyond belief. Everyone has gone completely mad. A few girls dressed in vintage attire are pointing and gesturing at him: "This handsome gentleman seems so unfamiliar. How can he still be wearing such outdated attire? Is he from Antarctica?" Oh my, brother! That Versace outfit I spent a fortune on—now being called outdated? What kind of taste do you all have? Well, if only I'd come back in a Taoist robe, and with my feet hovering on flying swords, just strolling around the streets—surely I'd have drawn a crowd of gasps and cheers. Back at the Qin family manor, it was remarkably quiet. The rooms were empty—well, of course, everyone must be meditating inside the Small Vessel. He called out, "Little guy, get me in there pronto, or I'm tossing you straight into the toilet!" The Small Vessel showed no response. "For heaven's sake, it's not even listening to me! Does it not fear...?" As he spoke, it suddenly struck him: "Oh! You mustn't be afraid of me tossing you into the toilet—after all, my wives are all inside. I certainly won't do it. You've grown spoiled, alright, alright—my mistake. Hurry up and let me in!" A flash—there he went, vanishing into the living room. Inside the Small Vessel, the scene remained unchanged: a gentle breeze, the air carrying a natural scent of fresh grass, mingled with a hint of herbal aroma. The young girls sat neatly around the lotus, absorbing the spiritual energy it emitted. After fifteen days, everyone had made obvious progress—especially Lin Caiwei, despite having spent considerable time refining pills. She was clearly the top performer in terms of cultivation level. The aura radiating from her clearly indicated that she had reached the mid-tier Stillness and Extinction stage. "Ha ha, Ling'er, it seems you've grown taller. Let me check your body—see if you've gained any weight. Xiao Zhi, your bust has changed so much! Let me feel it..." Soon, what began as a simple tofu meal turned into a full-blown battle, with the girls emitting a series of melodious, enchanting cries that lasted for a long time. Now, he truly is a deity—through the process of dual cultivation, not only has he brought immense benefits to the women, but he himself has also reaped significant rewards. In the end, all the women were utterly exhausted, while Mei Hui still managed to stay alert and chat with him. "By the way, Hui Hui, how can the government tolerate the existence of this so-called 'True-Realm Association'? I'd say it's time to dissolve it altogether. What kind of association is this? They're all just surface-level organizations, genuinely focused on accumulating wealth. Moreover, it's said that the actual leaders of these associations are mostly retired officials, and ordinary people simply have no opportunity to hold any real power." The beautiful CEO glanced at him coldly, "Why do we need to eliminate it? That's also our Big Qin Group's business, isn't it?" "Ours," Qin Shao blinked. "Exactly. When someone suggested it to me back then, I established the Immortal Association right away," Mei Hui replied. "And I even hired several lower-level cultivators as lecturers. While teaching, we charge admission fees and have made quite a profit." Really? Having lower-level cultivators teach—fine, even if they're not highly ranked, they're still cultivators, and they're more than capable of teaching ordinary people. "Then, with so much money we already have, why do we still need to pursue such avenues?" he asked, still puzzled. The beautiful CEO said, "As long as there's a path to profitability, we can't just stop. Our family's wealth will last for generations, yet we can't afford to remain stagnant—after all, our employees depend on that income to support their families. Our Da Qin Group is a war machine that simply can't halt. Moreover, if I don't establish the Immortal Cultivation Association, someone else surely will. Rather than leave it to them to deceive and exploit, we'll take the initiative ourselves. At least that way, we won't deceive anyone. As for whether the attendees can actually become cultivators—that's beyond our control. The master opens the door; the cultivation lies in the individual's own efforts." Well, since the Qin family's war machine can't stop, it will keep moving forward. Mei Hui continued: "Everyone comes to Xia Ding to cultivate not only because of the powerful spiritual energy here, but also because it's much quieter and more peaceful than outside. You wouldn't believe it—since you ascended to the heavens, all of your sisters' relatives, cousins, and distant relatives have started visiting, eager to learn cultivation techniques from us. We've been patient and persistent, and now, instead of having them stay, we've simply sent them all to the Immortal Cultivation Association, where they can attend every lecture for free. The Chinese value family ties deeply—every household has a large network of relatives, both direct and distant, some even so far removed that they rarely meet. Once they see an opportunity, they immediately jump in. Especially in the Qin family, these relatives insist on claiming kinship ties and come in with the intention of taking advantage. Mei Hui's approach has proven very effective: 'If you want to cultivate, then come and listen. If you learn, that's your good fortune; if not, then it's simply your own fault.' "