“That’s the solution.” James Carter 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…”

Emily Grant had been feeling a mix of indignation and shyness, 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.

Charlotte’s eyes also lit up. She exchanged a glance with Emily Grant, 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 just that feeling of desecrating a goddess. Charlotte could almost see the scene of 百花苑 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 Emily Grant’s eyes were shining; who knows what even more outrageous ideas she was coming up with in her little head…

And this was something no one else could copy. Those with ordinary backgrounds would never dare offend super sects like 问剑宗 or 玄天宗. But who were they? They were born to go against the righteous path! If they could piss them off to death, all the better.

Only another major demonic sect like 合欢宗 would dare try this trick, and even if they did, it didn’t matter—they could share the burden of righteous sects’ retaliation. In fact, 合欢宗’s business might even get better, and 星月宗 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 worked fast. Charlotte was so impressed she almost wanted to kneel—how did he even come up with this?

“Good, good, good!” Emily Grant paced excitedly. “The 问剑宗 look is the coolest—white as snow, sharp as a sword? Hahaha… I heard 慕剑璃 is on a pilgrimage thousands of miles away. If she found out her lookalike was being hugged by a customer, would she die of rage on the road? And those stinky priestesses from 玄天宗—hahaha, those robes are pretty recognizable… I’ll organize people right away to hunt down those hypocrites with their noses in the air and grab a few outfits to use.”

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

Emily Grant waved her hand. “Master will only praise me! 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.

James Carter and Charlotte looked at each other, both falling into awkward silence. To be honest, Charlotte’s age and figure were more to James Carter’s taste. If it weren’t for the wrong time and place, he’d be very willing to have an indescribable story with her. But the mood was all wrong now; let alone rekindling old flames, even talking alone was unbearably awkward.

After a long while, it was Charlotte who finally came back to herself, raising her cup to James Carter: “Thank you, young master, for your brilliant idea.”

James Carter tried to pull his thoughts away from such matters, sipped his wine, and mused, “A brothel is never a long-term solution. Actually, you could develop in other ways.”

Charlotte shook her head. “Young master, perhaps you don’t know. Ten years ago, we didn’t even have any legitimate businesses. We were always hiding and running from all kinds of purges. It was only because the sect leader is a genius—breaking through the limits of heaven and man at a young age, intimidating both the righteous and the demonic—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.”

James Carter said lightly, “To me, it seems all too simple… It’s just a pity…” His voice trailed off. It’s just a pity he wasn’t really Alice Carter’s relative—how could they possibly listen to him completely?

Meanwhile, far away at the Six Gates, Alice Carter was called out by her disciple. When she heard what it was about, she was annoyed at first, but then couldn’t help laughing: “What a wicked idea. James Carter gave it to you?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Heh… Looks like that James Carter does have some real ability. 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 streak ran in the family. Emily Grant was right—Master would only praise her…

Chapter Twelve: The World’s First Erotic Story

“Hey, did you hear? There’s a beautiful priestess at 百花苑, claims she’s from 玄天宗, Daoist name Jin Hui…”

“No way, right? How could a disciple of 玄天宗 be selling herself?”