Hearing this, Lu Jiayao leaned in curiously, "Why is it unlucky?"
"This name is destined for imprisonment," Shen Hefeng said with a playful shake of his head, grinning. "Seems like tonight, we’re carrying out heaven’s will!"
After carefully storing the property deed and the deed of sale, Wen Shuangbai took out paper and a brush, glancing around.
Not far away, over a hundred thieves from Hidden Moon Tower were obediently squatting with their hands on their heads, though their eyes kept darting toward the corner where the six of them stood.
Catching Wen Shuangbai’s gaze, they stiffened, recalling what she had done to their former leader. Instantly, they straightened their postures, eyes fixed forward, squatting as rigidly as soldiers.
"We’ve got a lot of work ahead," Wen Shuangbai muttered, eyeing the chaotic crowd and the newly acquired Hidden Moon Tower. She spread the paper on Yin Xing’s back—who was still unconscious—and swiftly wrote a few lines before showing it to her teammates. "How about we divide the tasks?"
The other four skimmed the list and, finding no objections, stood up cheerfully. "Sounds good."
Soon, only three remained in the corner: the unconscious Yin Xing, serving as a makeshift desk; Xie Ziyin and Wen Shuangbai; and the sneaky little grass-horse, Four Hundred Coins, who had untied itself and slipped down from the fire-feather whip.
The animated straw horse hopped over to Xie Ziyin’s feet, tilting its lifelike head up at him with deep, expectant eyes—fixed on the paper in his hand.
Xie Ziyin scanned the document in seconds, then casually placed it back on the "desk." "You missed something," he said to Wen Shuangbai.
Seated cross-legged on the ground, she gave him an approving glance. "You mean the manager?"
"Mn." The third round of the Sacred Tower trials would begin soon, requiring all six of them to enter. They needed someone to oversee Rainbow Fate Tower’s affairs in their absence.
Wen Shuangbai propped her chin on her hand, observing her teammates in the distance.
Shen Hefeng was still conducting interviews. Senior Sister Zhuohua was maintaining order. Lu Jiayao was bustling around, though it was unclear what exactly he was accomplishing. And then there was their eldest senior brother, shamelessly slacking off.
A small smile tugged at her lips. "I already have someone in mind."
Xie Ziyin’s gaze lingered on the group ahead, but in his vision, the bright smile of the woman in green stood out vividly.
His lashes flickered slightly, fingers curling at his sides. His usually cool, detached voice softened, carrying an intimate undertone. "Are you sure she’s capable? She’s still young."
Wen Shuangbai turned to him, surprised. "I didn’t even say who, and you already know?"
Xie Ziyin glanced at her. "You only know these few people."
Eliminating the impossible left only one obvious choice.
Wen Shuangbai: "……"
She wanted to argue, but after some thought, she realized—since transmigrating into this world, the people she knew really were limited to this group, all of whom Xie Ziyin was also familiar with.
Among the six partners, Wen Shuangbai was in charge of Rainbow Fate Tower’s business plans. When uncertain, she’d first consult Xie Ziyin—the other modern transmigrator—before asking Shen Hefeng for a divination.
The other three couldn’t be bothered with management.
While Shen Hefeng was still busy "interviewing," Wen Shuangbai scooted closer to Xie Ziyin, whispering about their next steps.
Her mind was wholly focused on turning Rainbow Fate Tower into a profitable venture.
Xie Ziyin, however, was split in two—half listening and offering sharp insights, half distracted by the hem of her green robes brushing against his leg.
Neither noticed Four Hundred Coins standing on Yin Xing’s back, peering at the document.
Rainbow Fate Tower Work Assignment (by age)
- Dining Hall Management: Yin Xuan.
- Guard Training & Delivery Staff: Li Zhuohua.
- Feng Shui Arrangement & Crisis Divination: Shen Hefeng.
- Alchemist Training & Lingering Curse Removal: Xie Ziyin.
- Customer Service & Employee Relations: Lu Jiayao.
- Artificer Training, Tower Maintenance: Wen Shuangbai.
After careful consideration, Four Hundred Coins solemnly added a final line:
[Signboard & Documentation: Four Hundred Coins.]
—
The six of them worked until dawn.
Using physiognomy and tortoise-shell divination, Shen Hefeng divided the thieves into two groups.
The right side was kept.
The left—along with their former leader, Yin Xing—was locked in empty rooms on the second floor. After Xie Ziyin’s "special treatment," they’d be handed over to the imperial authorities.
Having repaired the cracks in Rainbow Fate Tower caused by her imitation-modern explosives, Wen Shuangbai descended from the seventh floor and spotted Zhang Daqiang among the retained employees. Shocked, she sought out Shen Hefeng. "Shen Hefeng, are you sure we can keep that turncoat?"
"Strange, right?" Shen Hefeng sighed. "I wanted to toss him into a cell too, but he begged and swore loyalty, even offering to ‘walk through fire’ for us." He scoffed. "Lu Santu—that soft-hearted saint—couldn’t bear his tears and insisted I divine for him. And the tortoise shell said he’s usable! Unbelievable."
Wen Shuangbai respected both mysticism and Lu Jiayao’s inexplicable luck. "Fine, let’s keep him for now."
Since these workers weren’t being paid yet, one more or less made little difference.
But to retain talent long-term, a proper salary system was essential. Once Rainbow Fate Tower stabilized, she’d assign roles and wages based on performance.
—
In the following days, all six were swamped—even Yin Xuan.
He was now managing the dining hall.
The former Hidden Moon Tower—now Rainbow Fate Tower—already had a fully equipped kitchen, but the previous chef, a close aide of Yin Xing, had been memory-wiped and sent to the authorities alongside his boss.
So Yin Xuan needed to hire a new culinary cultivator.
Among his limited social circle—shaped by years of solo missions to support his master and two junior sisters—he knew only one person well: a certain Brother Chu, whose roasted beast legs he’d once adored.
Rarely using his Mystic Heaven Mirror, Yin Xuan pulled up his contact list and sent a message:
[Yin Sleepy: Brother Chu, I need a culinary cultivator. Interested?]
A moment later:
[A Sword-Cook Is Still a Sword-Cook: Huh? Me? Bro, I’m a swordsman, not a chef! But hey, no biggie, right?]
With full authority over the dining hall budget—courtesy of his second junior sister—Yin Xuan maxed out the offer.
Not for his own stomach’s sake, of course.
He simply believed that to win an employee’s heart, one must first win their stomach.
So he replied:
[No issue. 10,000 spirit stones monthly, raises for good performance, meals and lodging included.]
[A Sword-Cook Is Still a Sword-Cook: DEAL! I’M ON MY WAY!!!]
In a graveyard somewhere in Qingzhou, a bearded man pushed open a coffin lid and nimbly climbed out, throwing his head back with three hearty laughs: "Ahahahaha—since when does such good fortune exist in this world?"
Back in the day, he and his drowsy little brother had taken shelter in this very burial ground. He’d roasted a demon beast and shared a leg with the other.
Who would’ve thought that act of kindness would land him a monthly salary of ten thousand—and his dream job, no less!
"Doing good deeds really does pay off," Chu Shi mused, hopping out of the coffin. With great courtesy, he picked up the scattered bones nearby and placed them back inside, patting the skull affectionately. "Old pal, your home truly has excellent feng shui! Thanks for the lodging, but Old Chu must be off now—no need to see me out!"
—
Five days later, at the teleportation array gate in the imperial capital, Wen Shuangbai and Yin Xuan personally came to greet their guest.
"Little Brother Drowsy!" Chu Shi spotted his benefactor at once and strode over.
Yin Xuan clasped his hands in greeting. "Brother Chu, you’ve arrived." He then made introductions. "Brother Chu, this is my second junior sister, Shuangbai. Shuangbai, this is Senior Brother Chu Shi."
Wen Shuangbai studied him discreetly before offering a polite bow. "Senior Brother Chu, greetings."
According to their senior brother, this Chu Shi was a rogue cultivator who had once racked up medical debts while treating his younger cousin. As a result, he’d been stuck taking on grueling missions to pay them off.
Rumor had it Chu Shi had once declared that if not for the debt, he’d have become a chef long ago—only fools chose the life of a sword cultivator…
"Little Sister Shuangbai, hello, hello!" Chu Shi, ever informal, slung his massive iron sword over his shoulder and grinned broadly. "Let’s go—I wanna see my kitchen!"
"Brother Chu, wait," Yin Xuan said softly. "There’s one more."
"You hired two chefs?" Chu Shi asked.
"No," Wen Shuangbai replied with a smile. "Our youngest junior sister. She’ll manage the Rainbow Fate Pavilion in our absence."
Soon after, Wen Xin, summoned by Wen Shuangbai, arrived.
Having been apart for months, the girl had grown noticeably taller. Spotting the two, she bounded over excitedly. "Senior Brother! Senior Sister!"
"Come, let me show you around the pavilion." After the pleasantries, Wen Shuangbai and Yin Xuan led Wen Xin and Chu Shi to the Rainbow Fate Pavilion.
Wen Xin stared up at the plaque bearing the grand calligraphy of "Rainbow Fate Pavilion," her large, innocent eyes flickering with unease as she tugged gently on Wen Shuangbai’s sleeve. "Senior Sister… am I really capable of this?"
Wen Shuangbai looked at her, recalling the original timeline where this very girl had succumbed to demonic cultivation, seeking vengeance after their senior brother was killed by the protagonists. Firmly, she replied, "Absolutely. I’ve made some improvements to the pavilion these past few days. If anything happens, just lock it down. When the six of us return, we’ll release you."
She’d modeled the mechanism after the evasion skills of the Jade Rhinoceros Valley’s little turtle spirit.
Wen Xin, who had always longed to be useful to her seniors, hesitated briefly but ultimately nodded in agreement.
Chu Shi, meanwhile, got his wish—a kitchen all his own.
After working for some time, aside from Senior Sister Zhuohua constantly challenging him to duels, Chu Shi found the Rainbow Fate Pavilion utterly delightful!
So, when he heard they were hiring a jack-of-all-trades—someone to handle cleaning and miscellaneous chores—he enthusiastically recommended his sword-cultivator cousin.
Hey, let the kid handle the fighting from now on!
The rest of the staff soon settled into their roles.
And thus, the Rainbow Fate Pavilion took shape, embarking on its journey to greatness.
Years later, the pavilion became the highest-valued enterprise on the Xuantian Continent. By then, its six founders, now financially free, splurged on a lavish banquet at the most expensive, most delicious restaurant in the land.
Every employee attended, leaving only a chef and a janitor to mind the pavilion.
Opportunists, sensing their chance, attempted to infiltrate and cause trouble—only to be swiftly schooled by the janitor.
Indeed, they didn’t even live long enough to meet the chef.
From that day forth, the entire Xuantian Continent learned one truth: the Rainbow Fate Pavilion was not to be trifled with.
After all, even their janitor was a sword-cultivator grandmaster!
Just why would a sword-cultivator grandmaster take up janitorial work?! This was downright bullying!!
