493: Chapter 493 The Shadow Guard's Ultimate Mission: Keep a Close Eye on the Man Going to the Toilet!

Xie Jinghong lightly tapped the cover of the diary with her fingertip, making a soft "knock, knock" sound.

"This diary... why did it appear here with me?"

This question only hovered in her heart for a brief moment.

Immediately, she closed the diary and carefully stored it into her personal storage Magical Artifact.

That was no ordinary Storage Ring.

It was her natal space, used to store ancestral Spirit Treasures and the highest secret ledgers of the Merchant Guild.

Qingluan witnessed all of this from the side.

The Young Miss... had placed that strange diary together with the most important things in her life.

The corner of Qingluan's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

A thought exploded in her mind—it's over.

The Young Miss hasn't just gone silly from laughing.

She's... addicted!

Just what kind of earth-shattering things did that man named Su Chen write in the diary?

To actually stimulate a business world Demoness, who could flip the clouds and rain with a turn of her hand, into a crazy girl rolling around on the floor without any image?

Qingluan's heart was in turmoil, but she didn't dare ask, let alone look.

She had a strong premonition that if she looked, she might also start rolling on the floor.

A full incense stick's time passed.

Xie Jinghong finally stopped that laughter that seemed as if it would never end.

She leaned lazily on the chaise longue, wiped away the tears from laughing, and let out a long breath.

She felt as if the laughter she had accumulated over the past eight hundred years had been completely exhausted today.

But as the mirth receded, those shimmering fox eyes suddenly became sharp.

A glint belonging to a top-tier merchant flashed through her eyes, as if she had caught the scent of top-tier prey.

She took out the diary again, her fingertip pointing at two lines of text, reading them silently word by word.

"That fat bastard Qian Duoduo's Spirit Stones have all become junk."

"Now I can only survive on the bit of travel expenses the Eighteenth Ancestor gave me. I even have to rely on writing in this diary to earn money for food."

Xie Jinghong looked at these two lines, the corners of her mouth slowly curling up.

This time, her smile was completely different from before.

It was the smile of a hunter discovering a lone Qilin, the smile of the God of Wealth seeing a Treasure Basin.

"Interesting..."

She murmured to herself, her nails rhythmically tapping the cover.

"The Su Family Main Branch threw him to a backwater place like West Qingyou Continent..."

"And they didn't even give him a single Immortal Stone?"

She tilted her head, her fox eyes narrowing slightly, her mind already filled with countless calculations.

"This is either a test for him."

"Or—"

Her voice lowered by half, carrying a hint of solemnity.

"That Matriarch has other intentions."

When the word "Matriarch" crossed her mind, Xie Jinghong's smile froze for a moment.

Only for a moment.

But Qingluan, standing by, keenly captured that the Young Miss's fingers showed an extremely subtle stiffness at that moment.

That was wariness.

An instinctive wariness from the depths of her Divine Soul toward that name.

Soon, Xie Jinghong's gaze continued to move down, slowly passing over other entries in the diary, landing exactly on another sentence.

"I wonder where Qingzhu is now. The Immortal Domain is so big, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Where can I find her..."

"Qingzhu?"

Xie Jinghong's eye lid twitched violently.

"A woman?"

With a "snap," she closed the diary. Her legs swung down from the chaise longue, her jade-like bare feet stepping onto the cold Immortal Jade floor, yet she was completely oblivious to it.

Her brain was operating at an unprecedented speed.

A penniless, newly arrived, and relative-less Direct Lineage Divine Son of the Nine Heavens Immortal Court.

He had landed on the territory of her Lingbao Trading Firm.

Behind him stood the Su Family of the Upper Realm's Nine Heavens.

And he himself was Xie Jinghong's nominal... fiancé.

Xie Jinghong's breathing suddenly quickened.

She could clearly feel her heart drumming, her blood racing, and even her fingertips starting to feel slightly hot.

This feeling was ten times stronger than when she had bid for that piece of peerless immortal material last time!

"Isn't this just a pie falling from the sky!"

Her voice trembled slightly from extreme excitement.

"This is a Dragon falling from the sky! A young Dragon temporarily stranded!"

Pure commercial instinct was completely ignited, turning into a raging flame.

She abruptly stood up from the chaise longue, the seven-colored Immortal Gold bells on her body clinking sharply and pleasantly with her movements.

"If I don't invest now, once he soars to the heavens, I probably won't even be able to touch the threshold!"

She paced back and forth in the secret chamber, her steps hurried, her mind already frantically constructing a massive commercial blueprint.

Step one: contact.

Step two: show goodwill.

Step three: bind interests.

Step four...

In her mind, the flags of the Lingbao Trading Firm were planted in every corner of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm!

The picture was so beautiful that she almost laughed out loud again.

"Qingluan!"

Qingluan saw that familiar light in her Young Miss's eyes and felt a chill in her heart.

Every time the Young Miss showed this kind of gaze, it meant she had smelled a huge deal that could make the entire Merchant Guild boil with excitement.

It also meant that in the business world of East Lincang Province, countless people would once again have sleepless nights.

"Young Miss, your orders!"

Qingluan bowed, her back already soaked with cold sweat.

Xie Jinghong walked rapidly in the secret chamber, her skirt fluttering, like a fox excited to the extreme.

"Pass my secret order!"

Her speaking speed was extremely fast, without a hint of hesitation.

"Immediately have the Lang City branch in West Qingyou Continent dispatch the highest-level 'Shadow Guards' there!"

"Keep a death grip on this person, Su Chen!"

"Twenty-four hours a day, non-stop, no blind spots, keep a death grip on him!"

She turned abruptly, a finger like a jade scallion pointing straight at Qingluan, her gaze sharp enough to pierce the Divine Soul.

"What he ate today, what he drank, who he spoke to, which stall he stayed in front of for an extra breath—"

"Even how many times he went to the latrine a day, and exactly how long each time was—"

"I want to know it all!"

Her voice lowered, but every word was tempered with ice.

"Remember."

"It's everything. Not a single shred, not a single bit can be missed!"