My Twin Sugar Mommies and Two Systems are 100 Years Late! Chapter 21.
Once Pan Ting placed her bloodied finger on the contract, Yan Anle had to give in, regardless of how averse he was to the idea of enslaving others.
He wordlessly mirrored her action, pressing a bloodied thumb onto the parchment. As both parties' blood touched the surface, the contract vanished into thin air.
Seeing Yan Anle's surprise, the second-floor manager explained, "The contract is finalized. If you ever wish to inspect or dissolve it, Dear Guest, you can summon it with but a thought."
The gray-haired transmigrator tested it and found that it worked just as she said. With another thought, he sent it back into his mental space and thanked the lady for her time.
"It is my duty," she insisted with a small business smile. "Will that be all, Dear Guest?"
Yan Anle confirmed it was, then turned to head out of the establishment with Dou E and his new hire in tow.
Just as they were about to step into the sunlight, a voice called out from behind.
"Mr. Yan! Please, wait!"
The trio halted and glanced back.
"Miss Fu?" Yan Anle recognized her immediately.
"It's good that you haven't left yet," Fu Tan said, catching her breath.
As she arrived before them, the Two-Crowned Courtesan had beads of sweat on her forehead and neck.
This was unusual; one wouldn't expect a Foundation Establishment cultivator to break a sweat simply by running down a few flights of stairs.
Dou E, for instance, could handle a day of chores without a single drop of perspiration—she only sweated during intense Dagger Techniques practice.
"Is something the matter?" Yan Anle asked, surprised and a little concerned.
Placing a hand on her chest to steady her breathing, she told him, "Mr. Yan, someone has requested to be redeemed by you."
Yan Anle's brows jumped, Dou E blinked in surprise, and Pan Ting's brow furrowed. It took a moment for the gravity of the statement to sink in.
Yan Anle probed, doubtful of his own comprehension, "You mean to say one of your sisters from the third floor has expressed a willingness to follow me?"
Fu Tan nodded. "Yes, Mr. Yan. Please, come back up with me."
'Is it just me, or does that sound like a plea?' he wondered.
He asked, "Miss Fu, are you certain there isn't a mistake? As you mentioned earlier, it should be difficult to find someone willing to follow me without any prior affinity."
Fu Tan pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment before answering, "That's right. It should be 'difficult,' but it isn't impossible. That Lady—that sister—took a liking to you at first sight from afar and personally requested our floor manager send her to you."
The expressions of the trio turned strange. "Liking at first sight?"
'I'm still wrinkled,' Yan Anle thought, touching his face. 'Does she have peculiar tastes, or is there another reason?'
Alarm bells began to ring in his head. 'Is she full of ill intentions?'
"Miss Fu, pardon me, but can you tell me a little about this sister of yours?"
Fu Tan trembled slightly. She bit her lip and said, "Mr. Yan, would it not be better to form your own impression? Learning about others through word-of-mouth never does them justice."
Yan Anle considered this and found it logical, yet he couldn't shake the metaphorical spider crawling up his spine. He tried to dodge the bullet.
"Miss Fu, actually," he gestured to Pan Ting, "I have already redeemed someone. She should be sufficient for now."
He continued, "As for your sister, there is no rush. We can get to know each other in the future, and if she still desires to follow me then, it won't be too late."
'Better safe than sorry,' he believed. 'Surely she won't keep pushing?'
However, Fu Tan suddenly exclaimed, "No, you can't leave!"
The outburst startled Yan Anle and his two companions.
Realizing she had lost her composure, Fu Tan coughed awkwardly. "Ahem. Mr. Yan, please do not misunderstand."
"Miss Fu means…?" Yan Anle trailed off, the spider on his spine becoming more vivid.
"Mr. Yan, as you know, those of us on the third floor and above hold power over whom we attend. That sister of mine has shown no interest in any customer since she arrived."
Fu Tan narrated, her tone turning melancholic.
"Even those she sat with were never taken to her private quarters; she only drank, laughed, and performed to meet her quota."
'Even people in this line of work worry about KPIs?' Yan Anle was somewhat amused.
"It has been three months," she continued. "In that time, the number of customers she has seen can be counted on two hands. Today, she finally showed interest in someone; as her sister, how can I bear to see you just walk away?"
The trio shared a look of realization, though they still pondered what could have possibly attracted her to Yan Anle.
Dou E, despite her loyalty, remained rational, while Pan Ting felt a pit in her stomach—she had just secured a position with a "thick thigh," and already a competitor was appearing.
Yan Anle consulted his systems for advice, but they simply told him such decisions were his to make.
"So, Mr. Yan, please come back up with me. Do me this favor, and the Bliss Sanctuary will be forever grateful," Fu Tan pleaded.
Yan Anle finally gave in. "Alright, alright. Lead the way, Miss Fu."
'Whatever. Let's find out what they're up to. Worst case, I'll test the 30-Second Ad Divine Ability and jump into the Mobile Secret Realm.'
'That's right, [Myriad Worlds], as the owner of the Mobile Secret Realm, I can decide who passes through the portal, right?'
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [...Unfortunately, Host, besides those whose cultivation bases exceed the realm's limit, everyone can use the portal freely.]
Yan Anle's brow furrowed as he stepped onto the stairs.
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [Host, this can be changed in the [Auction House Operation Rules] function. It was never locked to begin with.]
As he climbed, a part of his consciousness focused on the screen in his vision. Under the Functions tab, he saw [Staff Management (Locked)], [Myriad Worlds Warehouse], [Auction House Structural Management], [Myriad Worlds Shop], and [Auction House Operational Rules].
The Warehouse and Structural Management had unlocked upon entering the Secret Realm, meaning the [Shop] and [Operational Rules] were available from the start.
'I just never dug into them. In that case, open the [Operational Rules] window.'
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Inside a Private Room, Bliss Sanctuary Third Floor.
A lady sat before a mirror in a black dress. She appeared to be twenty-five.
Though her radiated cultivation was only at the eighth-stage of Foundation Establishment, the Core Formation ladies styling her hair had visible fear in their eyes.
Suddenly, her eyes flickered and she smiled. "He is almost here."
The two attendants hurried to finish their work. "Your Highness, we are done."
The lady inspected her reflection and nodded. "Good job. I do look like one of you now." She waved a hand, and a storage pouch appeared in each of their hands. "Small compensation for the trouble."
The pair trembled and shook their heads. "Serving Your Highness is our honor. There is no need for compensation."
"The things This Palace has given away, how can they be taken back?" the lady's smile vanished. "If they aren't to your satisfaction, toss them out the window."
"We wouldn't dare!" they cried, falling to their knees.
"Get out."
The two fled the room as if escaping a nightmare. If the Burning Mountain Demon Empress, Sun Ruoyun, were present, she would have recognized this "young lady" as her sister, Princess Sun.
She had hidden her horn and disguised her silver hair and orange eyes using special means.
She looked perfectly human—and from her attire and jewelry, she, at first glance, gave off a feeling like any other courtesan of the sanctuary.
Once the Core Formation ladies were gone, she glanced at an enchanting woman kneeling between three hooded feminine figures.
"Sanctuary Master Pei, how much longer will you remain like that? Please, have a seat. Once this is settled, there will be rewards for you as well."
Pei Wuxin, the Late-stage Core Formation master of the Bliss Sanctuary, stuttered, "Y-Yes, Your H-Highness."
The young lady shook her head, "Sanctuary Master Pei, there is no need to address me as such from now on. Address me as you would your girls."
Having taken her seat, Pei Wuxin voiced her agreement, "Y-Yes. Do not worry, I will be mindful."