Huaguo, Zhongzhou City.
For the past two days, Mu Qingxue would only log in to do the sect’s daily quests and practice her sword technique to gain sword intent, then hurriedly log off.
The guild party wasn’t as easy as she imagined.
Just finding a venue was no simple task.
Hotels in Zhongzhou that could accommodate over a thousand people simply didn’t exist.
Of course, if everyone squeezed together, there were plenty of hotels that could just barely fit.
But that wasn’t the effect Mu Qingxue wanted, so she could only prepare a venue herself.
She planned to use her connections to set up a massive gathering spot in a Forest Park on the outskirts of Zhongzhou.
On the entire day of the party, no unrelated personnel would be allowed near Forest Park.
With the Mu Family’s network and influence in Zhongzhou, plus the sponsorship of a small state-owned enterprise, the authorities quickly approved it and promised to dispatch officers to maintain order on the day.
A party with nearly two thousand people—even if Mu Qingxue wasn’t the organizer—wasn’t something they could take lightly.
If anything happened, it would be a heavy burden to bear.
Forest Park Center.
This was a broad grassy field, surrounded by trees and flowers, lush and vibrant with life.
But a concrete road cut across the scene, breaking the beauty.
“Lingling, what do you think about holding a traditional-style gathering here?”
“Traditional style?” Qiu Xue quickly ran some calculations in her head.
“Miss, a traditional theme will cost several times more than a modern one.”
Naturally, for the Mu Family’s heiress, cheap crafts wouldn’t be used for decoration.
Mu Qingxue hesitated.
She had money, but she couldn’t just squander it recklessly.
After all, she still had over a thousand people to pay.
“Then Lingling, what’s your suggestion?”
“My suggestion is, cut down on the decorations and just place a few top-grade antiques in prominent spots to elevate the atmosphere. That way, you show your wealth without losing face.”
“That works. Let’s go with your plan.”
“Received.” Qiu Xue immediately pulled out her phone to contact antique dealers in Zhongzhou City.
“Lingling, have you finished investigating Chen Xiaoyan’s relatives?” Mu Qingxue casually sat on a stone bench by the concrete road.
Qiu Xue put down her phone.
“Yes, there’s no such person as Chen Xiaoyan.”
Mu Qingxue nodded slightly.
“No need to look into it further.”
“Understood.”
Gazing at the sky, she thought of the things Chen Xiaoyan said in-game. She’d rather believe this was just a misunderstanding.
But still.
Even if it was all a misunderstanding, she and Xiaoyan wouldn’t have any time alone at this gathering.
Because that childish little brat would be tagging along too.
And unsurprisingly, that woman Liu Yue as well.
Xiaoyan was now keen on building an alliance between the two guilds. There was no way Liu Yue wouldn’t be invited to the party.
Even if I objected, she’d just shut me up by saying it was for the sake of the guilds’ friendship.
And then, there was Xian Yun.
She wasn’t as threatening as the other two, but she could easily become a variable.
The story of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, was well-known; how could I not understand it?
“Lingling, have the people investigating Chen Xiaoyan’s relatives look into Zhou Xiaochong and Liu Yue instead.”
As for Xian Yun, her real name was still unknown, so there was no way to investigate her.
You can’t check someone’s real-life info with just a game ID, right?
“Miss, I’m not sure about Liu Yue, but I do know a bit about Zhou Xiaochong.”
“Oh? Tell me.”
“Miss doesn’t watch live streams much, so you probably don’t know Zhou Xiaochong. She’s the most popular internet celebrity in Tianfu City, nicknamed the Cute Goddess Pet. She has over a hundred million followers—real fans are probably around ten million. Three months ago, she suddenly fell out with her best friend for unknown reasons and hasn’t streamed since.”
“Oh, and Miss, there’s also a rumor that Zhou Xiaochong has a tendency toward girls.”
“As expected.” Mu Qingxue wasn’t surprised at all.
Just seeing how that little brat clung to Xiaoyan every day, it was obvious she didn’t have a ‘normal’ orientation.
“Forget about Zhou Xiaochong. An internet celebrity isn’t worth my attention. Get someone to look into Liu Yue.”
This woman could support the Sword Pavilion crowd, so her financial strength in reality surely wasn’t weak—at least not much worse than mine.
“Ok.”
“Oh right, have Jinhui and Qianqian draw the costumes for the eight great sects from the game. Make two thousand sets first, and have them delivered within two days.”
Mu’s Group owned over a dozen subsidiaries, three of which were in the clothing business.
Under those three companies were even more clothing factories.
Rushing out two thousand outfits in two days was more than doable.
Now it just depended on how similar Erxue’s designs looked to the real thing.
The Immortal Realm, the new generation full-immersion online game, could only be accessed with consciousness—there was no way to livestream or take screenshots.
In the game’s forum, not a single in-game image could be found; it was all text descriptions.
The only picture was a screenshot from the helmet sales page.
“They’ve landed themselves a real tough job.” Qiu Xue curled her lips in schadenfreude.
None of the Sanxue trio had any art background. They could fight, do finance, or play the stock market.
But ask them to draw? That was asking too much.
After returning to the villa, Mu Qingxue suddenly felt inspired. She immediately grabbed her tablet and began sketching what she thought was the most perfect Tianxiang costume.
The base was the original Tianxiang Sect outfit, but she added a ton of little details.
Exposed shoulders?
Don’t even think about it. Only I can see Xiaoyan like that—everyone else can keep dreaming.
More coverage!
A skirt hem at knee length? No way, that’s far too short to wear outside.
It had to be seriously extended.
She added length to the skirt—just a bit more and more.
Mu Qingxue didn’t stop drawing until the hem reached the calves.
What else should she add?
She stared quietly at the costume sketch on her tablet, twirling her stylus in her right hand, lost in thought.
On the sofa, by the balcony, on the bed.
Mu Qingxue wandered from spot to spot with her tablet in hand, but no inspiration struck.
She always felt like something was missing, but just couldn’t remember what.
“Ahhhh~ so annoying!”
She tossed the tablet onto the bed and simply closed her eyes to rest for a bit.
A few minutes later…
Mu Qingxue’s eyes snapped open. Clenching the stylus between her teeth, she flipped over the tablet and started sketching new details.
Just now, inspiration flashed in her mind, and she finally realized what the costume lacked.
It was missing… herself!!!
Ahem, it was missing snowflakes.
Hmph, she wanted to put a mark on this outfit that belonged to her alone.
But white snowflakes would look strange if placed in a very conspicuous spot, clashing with the pink main tone.
Overall, it would feel weird.
So Mu Qingxue could only draw the snowflake smaller and tuck it somewhere unobtrusive.
Still a bit odd, but much better than before.
“Done.”
She put down her stylus, quickly saved the sketch, and sent it to Sanxue via Penguin.
Mu Qingxue: This outfit, use the best material, make only one.
Qiu Xue: Miss, did you draw this?
San Yue Bu Xia Xue: I’m dead inside.
Qian Ren Xue: Miss, with your drawing skills, why even make us do it? The three of us have zero artistic talent.
Mu Qingxue: If the boss has to do everything, what are you three here for?
San Yue Bu Xia Xue: A certain Tianxiang big shot passes silently by and glances at you.
Mu Qingxue: ##