How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

Chapter 147: Mo Xingyao’s Suspicious

— Meanwhile – Thousand Treasure City —

Inside Mo Xingyao’s office, amid neatly arranged stacks of documents, she was taking a short break. She leaned back in her chair and scrolled through her U-Phone.

Over the past two months, the U-Phone had been selling extremely well, like hotcakes. Many wealthy people, even mortals, were willing to empty their coffers to buy one. The exchange rate between spirit stones and gold taels was one to one hundred, which meant that only mortals in the top one percent of wealth could afford a U-Phone. Even then, they had to be at least at the Qi Refining realm to use it.

As a result, instead of being scolded by their elders, many mortal young masters had started cultivating diligently just to qualify to use a U-Phone. Rather than being criticized, they were praised for their effort.

Even if they did not possess high talent in cultivation, once a mortal became a cultivator, their bloodline would undergo a kind of transcendence. This increased the likelihood that their descendants would possess better talent.

That was why cultivator families arranged marriages between their sons and daughters and other cultivator families, or at least ensured that both parties were cultivators. The better the talent, the greater the chance their descendants would inherit strong aptitude.

Returning to the topic, because of this new trend of so called trash young masters cultivating just to earn the right to use a U-Phone, the product had faced little resistance. In many cases, it had even become a reward used by families to motivate their sons and daughters to cultivate.

Some families had even requested a new model of the U-Phone that required a higher cultivation level to operate.

Of course, Mo Xingyao only listened to the suggestions and did not act on them.

Were they joking? Making the U-Phone harder to use? Who were they trying to scam? That went against basic product principles.

A good product needed to be as easy to use as possible so that people could purchase it without unnecessary obstacles.

Still, the idea of a new version of the U-Phone had been on her mind for some time. If she wanted to sell more and earn more money, it was necessary to eventually make the current version obsolete.

She had asked Wei Chen for ideas, and as expected of her fiancé, he did not disappoint. A man with both strength and intelligence who could even cook delicious food for her. What a perfect man.

As expected of my fiancé, Mo Xingyao thought proudly, puffing out her modest chest with a satisfied smile.

Back to the matter at hand, Wei Chen had suggested adding functions to the U-Phone such as taking pictures and recording videos, similar to what he did during his broadcasts. He also proposed live group chats and even live conferences.

As the ideas flowed, she found many of them incredibly novel, while others made her want to smack her own head against the table for not thinking of them herself.

For example, when she asked why he did not want to monopolize broadcasting, he said it was unnecessary. Instead, she should open a platform and allow users of the new version of the U-Phone to upload their recordings for others to watch.

By doing so, she could charge advertising fees to sects, companies, or even mortal organizations for placing advertisements on popular videos.

She could also take a percentage by allowing viewers to donate money to their favorite broadcasters.

Hearing this, inspiration sparked within Mo Xingyao. Her money loving instincts tingled with excitement.

If she had liked Wei Chen before because he was funny, strong, and could cook, now she liked him even more because he had countless ideas for making money. Just like her.

Thinking this, Mo Xingyao hummed happily, unable to wait for their engagement ceremony early next month.

However, while she was still scrolling through her phone and laughing at some amusing posts and mocking a few idiots who had done foolish things, her phone rang.

Ring. Ring.

The call was from her subordinates who had accompanied Wei Chen to search for the Life Devouring Hall assassins.

“Yes? What is it?” she asked, still smiling.

“Huh? What did you say? Wei Chen brought a child in?” The report immediately wiped the smile from her face.

Was that child Wei Chen’s illegitimate daughter?

“What? He is spoiling her quite a bit? Even making pizza and some new kind of food for her?” Mo Xingyao was alarmed.

Honestly, she did not mind if Wei Chen took another lover, as long as she remained the head wife. She could accept that.

But a child? Who was the woman who bore Wei Chen’s child? Was she already gone from this world? Were they divorced?

This made her uneasy. As the sole daughter of the Sky-Severing Demon, Mo Jue, she would never accept being anyone’s concubine. At the very least, she had to secure the position of second or third madam.

“Observe him and the child. If you obtain more information, report it to me,” Mo Xingyao instructed her subordinates.

After giving the order, she let out a sigh and placed the U-Phone down.

— Western Desert – Thousand Treasure Pavilion Flying-Ark —

In the kitchen, Wei Chen had finished part of the preparation for making floating island, the French dessert known as île flottante.

He needed to prepare many components, and this was his first time attempting it here. That meant no one could assist him, so he had to personally handle every step. That was why it was taking so long.

At the moment, he was preparing the meringue. After adding the ingredients into the egg whites, Wei Chen began beating the mixture. His movements were fast and powerful, each stroke calculated with just the right amount of force. In this world, being a cultivator also made one a better cook. He had endless stamina and would not tire from simple repetitive tasks like this.

The strength control of a cultivator was another advantage that no machine could imitate. With every stroke, Wei Chen adjusted his strength precisely to control the texture. If he wanted a softer meringue, he could easily reduce the force accordingly.

Wei Chen continued working on the meringue. He needed several tools, including cold storage or a cultivator skilled in cold based spiritual techniques. Since he could not find the latter, he had no choice but to make use of the cold storage inside the flying ark.

…

In the dining room, little Ningning was playing with Max. She was now lying on top of his stomach, his thick and soft red fur serving as a comfortable bed.

Moreover, by nature of the Heavenly Fire Wolf, Max did not have fleas or ticks. He had turned his fur into fire many times, and in doing so, he had burned away any parasites on his body. This made Max the ultimate bed for anyone.

Especially for little Ningning, who was now sleeping soundly on the dog’s soft stomach.

Max, on the other hand, did not dare to move. The little girl lying on him seemed to be someone important to his personal cook. If he moved and she fell from his body and started crying, his cook might get angry and stop cooking for him.

Time passed, the sun began to set, and the long awaited floating island was finally ready. Wei Chen had prepared four large servings of floating islands. Three were for enjoying here, and one was packed in a cold wooden fragrance box for the little troublemaker to take back home with her.

Wei Chen arrived at the dining room and saw the little troublemaker sleeping soundly. He could not help but let out a faint smile. If this little troublemaker did not cause trouble, especially when she was asleep, she looked so adorable, like a little angel.

“Yo, kiddo… the dessert is ready. If you don’t wake up now, I’ll give all of it to Max,” Wei Chen said half jokingly.

Max, on the other hand, stiffened his body. He even controlled his stomach to move up and down in a steady rhythm, like a cradle gently rocking a child.

Max’s saliva leaked from his mouth the moment his sensitive nose caught the sweet and irresistible fragrance of the floating island. He definitely did not want this little one to wake up.

Unfortunately for him, at the sound of Wei Chen’s voice, the little one slowly woke up and rubbed her eyes. Still groggy from sleep, she looked at Wei Chen.

“Ummmm… it’s done? Finally!” The little troublemaker smiled and stood up, but Wei Chen stopped her.

“Go wash your face first. Look at yourself, your drool is all over the place,” Wei Chen teased, pointing at the corner of her mouth where drool was still visible.

The little one pouted, then walked toward the washroom, following a nearby servant.

— Meanwhile – Underworld —

The search proved futile. The forces had returned, and many shady organizations had been purged as victims of this incident. Some had tried to fight back and were utterly crushed.

Especially the foolish smuggling and soul trafficking organizations that thought they could take on the underworld enforcer. They were personally destroyed by the Second Madam, who was furious and went to the battlefield herself.