Chapter 127: Fairy, You’re Delightfully Smooth!

Morning light streamed into the hotel room. Su Yan’s delicate eyelids fluttered as she slowly awakened on the king-sized bed of the presidential suite.

The hangover from last night left her dazed and aching all over.

Looking around, traces of last night’s chaos were scattered throughout the room. Her cream-colored suit was tossed carelessly to the floor. Her red-soled heels, for some reason, were on the table. As for her black stockings—they had long since been torn to shreds.

She sat in a daze for quite some time before finally recalling exactly what had happened the night before.

Looking around again, she realized Lu Yan was already gone.

It all began on that international flight. Su Yan had deliberately played dumb to spark conversation with him.

Being a long-sighted woman, she didn’t immediately ask about Lu Yan’s identity. Instead, she cleverly steered the conversation toward topics that typically interested men.

During the long ten-hour flight, she even arranged a small “accident” so Lu Yan would help her out. That became the perfect excuse to invite him to dinner, and Lu Yan had readily accepted.

They dined at an upscale restaurant, and Su Yan successfully added him on her contact list.

By normal standards, things should have paused there. It would’ve been better to maintain a bit of distance and dangle the bait—lest a man of high status lose interest from too much eagerness.

What she hadn’t expected was that Lu Yan himself suggested having drinks afterward—at none other than the private bar of the presidential suite in this five-star hotel.

The two drank and chatted late into the night. Su Yan made no effort to hide her identity as an internet influencer, and Lu Yan seemed genuinely curious about Qingwu Group and the influencer industry. Their conversation flowed smoothly.

Then, after a few drinks in the presidential suite, everything fell into place—just like that.

But as her mind returned to the present, Su Yan’s expression suddenly froze. An uneasy thought arose in her heart.

“Don’t tell me… I just got ghosted by a freeloading expert?”

Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by the voice of a female attendant.

“Excuse me, is Miss Su Yan in?”

Su Yan responded with a hint of confusion, “Yes?”

“Before Mr. Lu left, he instructed us to prepare two sets of clothing for you.

In addition, he arranged for a platinum membership card under your name—courtesy of our hotel group. It has a credit limit of five hundred thousand and can be used at any of our affiliated properties.”

Su Yan froze—and then the initial suspicion was replaced by uncontrollable delight.

Despite her four million followers, her income was far from extravagant. Maintaining her “socialite influencer” image came with massive costs.

Yet for just one night with Lu Yan, she had received a platinum card worth five hundred thousand. That was equivalent to half a year’s income!

Even if the card could only be used at hotels, it was enough to sustain her luxurious lifestyle for quite some time.

“He casually drops half a million like it’s nothing… just who is he really?”

“So smooth!”

That was Lu Yan’s final comment when leaving the hotel.

In truth, Lu Yan hadn’t expected to run into a personal disciple of the Qingwu Sect on a plane—especially one who had a grudge with Ji Xingyao.

In the Xianxia Version, the personal disciples of the Qingwu Sect were all Foundation Establishment geniuses, peerless daughters of heaven.

Even if Lu Yan threw out every trick in the book, he still might not be able to defeat a single personal disciple—unless she willingly slammed face-first into his Soul Banner.

And yet, this same proud daughter of heaven had gone out of her way to fawn over Lu Yan on a plane.

Watching her rack her brain to steer the conversation into topics that interested him, Lu Yan had nearly burst out laughing on the spot.

What followed was simple: one made deliberate advances, the other accepted without reservation. It culminated in the classic tale of a Loose Cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm conquering a Foundation Establishment fairy—in a hotel room, no less.

Lu Yan had carefully considered the situation.

Su Yan’s cultivation wasn’t high. By the time the Xianxia Version returned, he was confident he would surpass her in strength. Even if something unexpected happened, she would still be within manageable range. There was no risk of provoking someone he couldn’t handle.

In the end, Lu Yan was quite satisfied. He left behind a generous “thank-you gift,” then quietly took his leave.

Fairy or not, an occasional experience was enough. Any deeper entanglement would only drag in the vast and complex network of the Qingwu Group—and bring trouble when he returned to the Xianxia Version.

Things were best left as they were: a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Stepping out of the taxi, Lu Yan returned to the familiar, rundown apartment complex.

As he approached his door, he saw his elderly neighbor, Granny Xu, sending her grandson off to school.

Seeing him, Granny Xu lit up with surprise.

“Xiao Lu! When did you get back?”

“I heard you went to the Union half a year ago to do business in herbal medicine. A lot of people said you were going to settle down there. What brings you back all of a sudden?”

Lu Yan smiled wryly at the gossip-savvy old lady.

“Don’t listen to rumors, Granny Xu. I just went on a business trip.”

After chatting for a bit longer, Granny Xu remembered she was in a rush to send her grandson to school and hurried down the stairs.

Back in his apartment, Lu Yan opened the door. The place was covered in a layer of dust.

He waved his right hand, and a gentle breeze formed with his spiritual power, sweeping away the dust. The room immediately looked much cleaner.

Sinking into the sofa, Lu Yan let out a long breath.

The positional changes between versions were far too drastic. He’d initiated the version update inside this very room, but after cycling through three versions, he had to cross half the world just to return here.

Now that he was settled again, Lu Yan didn’t relax just yet—he had something important to take care of.

Opening his personal terminal, he searched for the Federal Archaeology Association, and a flood of information appeared.

He clicked on the official website and browsed through the details until a form popped up on the screen:

“Application Form: Federal Archaeology Association”

Lu Yan filled out the required fields and submitted it.

Two hours later, his terminal rang with a call.

“Hello, is this Mr. Lu?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve reviewed your application, but according to our records, you don’t seem to have any professional background in archaeology. No certifications either.

Our Archaeology Association is a highly specialized body, so I’m afraid I must regretfully—”

Before the voice on the other end could finish, Lu Yan cut in.

“I’m willing to provide funding support to the Association—targeted donations for archaeological development, artifact preservation, and related fields.”

There was a brief pause on the line.

“Our association does not accept outside—”

“Three million.”

“…Let’s arrange an in-person meeting.”

(End of Chapter)