Chapter Fifty-Four: An Unwelcome Guest Interrupts an Intimate Moment

The strange sensation that had just arisen told Qin Jing that Susan was speaking with complete sincerity.

Moreover, he had already considered it: Hathaway, the woman behind Susan, posed no threat to him.

So, Qin Jing pulled Susan into his arms and tumbled straight onto the sofa…

From beginning to end, Susan’s delicate hand was inside Qin Jing’s robe, boldly grasping his most vital spot.

Alright, Qin Jing admitted, that last point was truly the most important. After being accustomed to the indulgence with Chen Hua, he’d been living rather “cleanly” of late. Susan, in terms of looks and figure, was not in the least inferior to Chen Hua. In fact, the allure of her sophisticated office lady demeanor was even more tantalizing than Chen Hua’s feigned air of wealth and innocence. As the saying goes online: Hah, men.

Susan’s deliberate attentiveness, even more thoughtful and proactive than Chen Hua’s, left Qin Jing in a state of ecstasy, almost overwhelmed. Strangely, according to past “experience,” he would have surrendered in mere seconds under such circumstances. Yet now, Susan’s sweet moans persisted for a full half hour before finally fading away with a hoarse, lingering sigh…

“Qin, you were amazing.”

A stunning beauty, her cheeks flushed, nestled against Qin Jing’s chest, her dewy eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him, uttering such words. In this moment, Qin Jing had to admit—he felt as if he were floating.

Cultivation—damn, it’s incredible!

GDP—damn, it’s marvelous!

With a crisp smack, Qin Jing patted the voluptuous curve of the beauty in his arms and teased with a laugh, “Qin? Have you forgotten what you just called me?”

“Oh,” Susan obediently pursed her tempting red lips. “Brother Jing.”

With a woman like this, if Qin Jing’s willpower were any weaker, another round of wild passion would have erupted. But he did not succumb. The deepening of his soul seemed to have strengthened his resolve as well. Having tasted this exquisite fruit, it was time to attend to more pressing matters.

“Susan, now that you’re my woman, I won’t let you down. What Hathaway cannot achieve for you, I can.”

Qin Jing gazed deeply at Susan in his arms and said, “Cultivation doesn’t have to follow the usual paths. There are essences within heaven and earth—if you consume them, you can gain a portion of their power. The blue light you just saw was the essence I extracted from a wraith. If you can absorb three such strands of blue light, you’ll be able to ascend to the first level of the Extraordinary without any obstacles, becoming a true Extraordinary yourself.”

“What? Really?” Susan’s body trembled with delight, her expression radiant.

“Of course it’s true. But you should know what needs to be done,” Qin Jing replied, smiling warmly.

What needed to be done? Was there any need to spell it out?

Susan shot him a coquettish glance, her lips about to wander downward…

“Not now. We have visitors.”

Susan was taken aback.

“There’s no rush for such things, and that’s not entirely what I meant,” Qin Jing clarified.

Susan nodded. After all, she was a business elite; how could she not grasp Qin Jing’s underlying meaning? The intimacy between man and woman was merely a bond to secure their relationship. What Qin Jing truly valued was her loyalty.

He was making it clear: following Qin Jing would yield far greater rewards than staying with Hathaway.

Qin Jing never believed he possessed some overwhelming charm. Even with Chen Hua, aside from a modest portion of genuine feeling, the rest was due to the interests of their “recycling business.” As for Susan, a stunning beauty he’d only met twice—why would she serve him so devotedly?

Perhaps, for now, Susan’s proximity was a short-term necessity, at best a bold investment. But as a man, Qin Jing would not let her slip away. Affection could be cultivated over time; in the short term, she needed to see tangible benefits.

Turning Susan into an Extraordinary was Qin Jing’s promise, and, at least on Earth, it was a promise few could hope to fulfill.

“Our business can wait. Right now, we have guests next door.”

As Qin Jing spoke, he pointed to the wall across from them.

There, embedded in the wall, was a pane of floor-to-ceiling glass. As Qin Jing gestured, red dots appeared on its surface. In the next moment, the dots expanded, gradually revealing an image from the shop next door.

Qin Jing had left the shop earlier to take a bath, so the lights inside were still blazing, but the main door was tightly shut.

Now, however, a shadow emerged on the door, as if something had simply walked straight through the closed entrance. The scene was chilling in its strangeness.

Another shadow appeared. The two figures glanced at each other, seemingly puzzled: Why was there no one here?

“Jing, is this surveillance? Extraordinary surveillance?” Susan’s eyes sparkled at the sight. Even Hathaway had never shown such mystical means, and it filled her with a profound sense of security.

“You could call it that. Are those people Hathaway’s enemies?”

Qin Jing studied the image and asked Susan.

“That’s right. The boss—no, Hathaway—gave me information before. That organization is called the Shadow Society. They supposedly inherit Western dark powers and operate from the shadows. The abilities of these two Extraordinary seem to originate from there.”

While they spoke, the scene in the mirror suddenly changed.

Qin Jing’s little shop was a simple place. The front was for business, furnished with a few chairs, some daily necessities, a storage cabinet, and a desk. In the middle hung a curtain, separating the “bedroom” at the back.

But now, as the two shadows infiltrated, the scene transformed abruptly. First, the lighting dimmed, and faint metallic gleams appeared around the room. Next, the entire space seemed to stretch, corridors materializing where there had been none.

“Damn, we’ve been discovered!”

A strange male voice echoed in Qin Jing’s mind. While he could use the recovery map to display the scene next door, the sounds and other information directly entered his mind, rather than playing out in the image.

“Stay calm. Perhaps we’ve just triggered some trap or mechanism. According to our intel, the owner here is likely a wild Extraordinary who’s had a stroke of luck—not someone who would possess powerful supernatural means,” a gentle female voice replied.

With a whoosh, as the two shadows advanced, a trap was triggered and a figure appeared.

“Damn, we’ve been found out after all!” the man cursed through gritted teeth. “No sense holding back—let’s just—”

He broke off in astonishment. The figure that had appeared before them looked human, yet made no sound or movement—simply standing there, motionless.

“Huh? Is that a corpse?”

The shadow with the woman’s voice was reflected in the figure that had suddenly appeared. Then, as if a ripple spread through the air, the next instant, a man and a woman materialized in Qin Jing’s mirror.