“That’s the solution.” John Smith stopped being mysterious and quickly said, “You can have the girls change their outfits… For example, put on a Daoist robe and claim to be a priestess from some great sect… Or dress as a swordswoman, with a sword at the waist, playing the part of a cold and sharp heroine from the martial world, also claiming to be from a righteous sword sect. The key is to act the part…”

Lily Carter had been feeling a mix of indignation and embarrassment, her heart still pounding. But as the words entered her ears one by one, that girlish blush and racing heart vanished into thin air. Her big eyes grew brighter and brighter, and an intense excitement gradually lit up her face.

Sarah Miller’s eyes also lit up. She exchanged a glance with Lily Carter, and they stood up at the same time. They hardly needed to think—they both knew this trick would work, and work extremely well…

Those disciples from the great sects always looked down on ordinary people, never sparing them a glance. For regular folks in the martial world, just exchanging a few words with them would be enough to make them happy for days. This kind of roleplay would absolutely satisfy countless people’s secret desires—they’d flock to it. It didn’t matter if they couldn’t fool anyone; what people wanted was simply the thrill of “defiling a goddess.” Sarah Miller could already picture the Hundred Flowers Courtyard packed with guests—there was no suspense at all.

This trick was wicked and addictive, could make money, and would annoy the righteous sects—perfect for these demonesses. Just look at the way Lily Carter’s eyes were shining; who knows what even more outrageous ideas she was coming up with in that little head of hers…

And this was something no one else could copy. Those with ordinary backgrounds would never dare offend super sects like the Sword Inquiry Sect or the Xuantian Sect. But who were they? They were born to go against the righteous path! If they could make those people furious, all the better.

Only another major demonic sect like the Hehuan Sect would dare try this trick, and even if they did, it didn’t matter. They could share the burden of any righteous retaliation, and who knows, maybe the Hehuan Sect’s business would get even better, while Xingyue Sect wouldn’t be the one sticking its neck out.

This was a tailor-made, ingenious move for them! No cost, huge profit, multiple benefits, and it would work fast. Sarah Miller was so impressed she almost wanted to kneel—how did he even come up with this?

“Good, good, good!” Lily Carter paced excitedly. “The Sword Inquiry Sect’s look is the best—white as snow, body like a sharp blade? Hahaha… I heard Mu Jianli is on a pilgrimage to worship swords thousands of miles away. If she found out her style was being used to let guests hold girls in their arms, would she die of rage on her journey? And those stinky priestesses from Xuantian Sect—hahaha, those Daoist robes are pretty recognizable… I’ll organize people right away to hunt down those hypocrites with their noses in the air and snatch a few outfits to use.”

Seeing how obviously overexcited Lily Carter was, Sarah Miller cautiously reminded her, “We should let the sect leader know about this. After all, it could bring serious retaliation.”

Lily Carter waved her hand. “Master will only praise us! I’ll go tell her right now.”

She didn’t even bother with the door, flying straight out the window. Just as she stepped onto the windowsill, she suddenly remembered something, turned back with a half-smile, and said, “If you’re really interested in women’s earlobes, you can kiss Senior Sister’s. Didn’t you already flirt with her?”

Leaving behind this line—who knows if it was jealousy or just troublemaking—her figure flickered and disappeared.

John Smith and Sarah Miller looked at each other, both falling into awkward silence. To be honest, Sarah Miller’s age and figure were more to John Smith’s taste. If the time and place were right, he’d be more than willing to have an indescribable story with her. But the mood was all wrong now; never mind rekindling old flames, even talking alone felt unbearably awkward.

After a long while, it was Sarah Miller who finally came back to her senses. She raised her cup to John Smith, “Thank you for your brilliant idea, sir.”

John Smith tried to pull his thoughts away from such matters, sipped his wine, and said thoughtfully, “A brothel is never a long-term solution. You could actually develop in other ways.”

Sarah Miller shook her head. “Don’t you know, sir? Ten years ago, we didn’t even have any legitimate businesses. We were always hiding and running from raids. It was only because our sect leader is a genius—breaking through the limits of cultivation at such a young age and intimidating both the righteous and demonic worlds—that we got a chance to survive and grow. None of us are good at business. Running a brothel is just playing to our strengths. We don’t know what else we could do.”

John Smith said lightly, “To me, it seems far too simple… It’s just a pity…” His voice trailed off. It’s just a pity he wasn’t really related to Emily Smith—how could they possibly listen to him?

Meanwhile, at the Six Gates in the distance, Emily Smith was called out by her disciple. When she heard what it was about, she was annoyed at first, but then couldn’t help laughing and crying: “What a wicked idea. Did John Smith give it to you?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Heh… Looks like that John Smith does have some real talent. Saving him wasn’t a waste. Go ahead and do it. If the righteous sects make a fuss, I’ll take the blame.”

Sure enough, the demonic and wicked streak ran in the family. Lily Carter was right—Master would only praise her…

Chapter 12: The World’s First Erotic Story

“Hey, did you hear? There’s a beautiful Daoist priestess at the Hundred Flowers Courtyard, claims she’s from the Xuantian Sect, Daoist name Jin Hui…”

“No way, right? How could a disciple of the Xuantian Sect be selling herself?”