Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

The car door opened, and a woman in a special uniform stepped out.

The uniform is dark in color with abstract dragon scale patterns embroidered in gold thread. It is well-tailored with fitted cuffs.

The woman possessed both the efficiency of a waitress and the solemnity unique to a steward of a noble family.

She has long, straight black hair that flows down to her waist. When she lowers her head, the hair falls from her shoulder, covering half of her face.

She only slightly raised her eyes after opening the car door for Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei.

A fleeting, extremely faint golden light flashed in those eyes, like a cold flame that was ignited and then instantly suppressed.

This is a true mixed-race individual with a stable bloodline and has undergone rigorous training.

During this period, Shen Jue did not simply indulge in pleasure.

It took him some time to make most of the dragon blood families of a certain Eastern power nominally submit to him.

What he relied on was a terrifying aura far surpassing that of the first generation of ancient dragon kings, as well as alchemical knowledge obtained from several small dragon blood families.

Faced with Shen Jue's overwhelming power, those ancient dragon blood families were all terrified, and one after another they knelt at his feet, submitting completely.

Imagine yourself as the head of a powerful and wealthy family.

One day, an unnamed person, whose aura far surpasses that of the first generation of ancient dragons, casually defeats the elite mixed-bloods and dragon slayers of your family, and comes before you.

The nameless monster even took hundreds of kilograms of TNT blasted into its face, yet not a single detail of its clothing got dirty.

This is equivalent to the power of dozens of 155mm high-explosive shells detonating at the same point, enough to kill a second-generation dragon.

But to Shen Jue, they were like fireworks in a mobile phone video, only visible in color, posing no threat whatsoever.

Moreover, the alchemy knowledge that Shen Jue obtained from the Dragon Blood Clan has already allowed these families to experience tangible benefits.

Shen Jue merely used alchemy to create some potions that could improve the stability of the dragon bloodline, but that was enough to make all the hybrids in the world flock to the potions controlled by the dragon blood families of the great Eastern country.

Pulling the still somewhat bewildered Lu Mingfei into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Floating Shadow, Shen Jue leaned back in the soft leather seat and said three words to the beautiful female driver: "To the manor."

The female driver sat in the driver's seat without hesitation.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove away from its original position, crossed the edge of the city, and smoothly proceeded along a privately paved road toward the foothills.

About forty minutes later, the car slowed down, and continuous dark gray high walls began to appear on both sides of the road.

The wall is made of a single piece of granite, with no decoration on the surface, except for a hidden sensor strip embedded at the top to identify the vehicle.

The wall stretches for hundreds of meters before ending in front of a large bronze gate.

The gate is five meters high, and its surface is decorated with nine dragon-shaped totems with their heads and tails connected. Each dragon scale is finely carved.

Two heavy cast bronze doors slid silently inward, making way for the passage.

Upon entering the manor, Lu Mingfei was stunned by the luxurious scenery along the way; he felt that these things looked extremely high-class.

As for why he seemed so impressive, he couldn't explain it.

Two doormen, dressed in identical dark uniforms, stood on either side of the door. As the Rolls-Royce came to a stop, they bowed simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized.

The female driver got out of the car first, and the moment she opened the car door for the back seat, the doorman had already fully opened the main entrance.

Shen Jue pulled Lu Mingfei, who was still in a daze, into the manor.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Shen Jue said with a smile, pulling Lu Mingfei along.

Lu Mingfei couldn't figure out Shen Jue's intentions, but he didn't sense any malice from Shen Jue.

He let Shen Jue pull him along as they walked quickly through the manor.

Shen Jue pulled Lu Mingfei into the bar set up inside the manor.

The bar's facade is made of a single piece of black and gold marble, with patterns resembling natural clouds.

Behind the bar, the wine cabinet is kept at a constant temperature of 12 degrees Celsius. Inside, there are wines from Burgundy Grand Cru vineyards and the five first growths of Bordeaux, spanning several decades. The labels on the bottles are well preserved and without any creases.

The manor's waiters moved silently, each dressed in a uniform black and gray suit, their steps light, their eyes downcast, as they lined up to leave the bar.

Shen Jue stepped into the bar, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding layout indifferently, his emotions remaining completely calm.

Lu Mingfei followed behind him, his steps unconsciously becoming lighter. His gaze shifted from the circular chandelier to the malachite table lamp, and then to the bottles of very old wine in the constant-temperature wine cabinet.

Lu Mingfei's Adam's apple bobbed; he was clearly still somewhat taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

The female driver followed the two into the bar and took on the roles of waitress and bartender.

A golden light flickered in her eyes again as she elegantly mixed drinks for the two of them, while secretly wondering why Lord Shen Jue would invite such an ordinary young man to the manor.

"Have a seat." Shen Jue took two cocktails from the female driver with long, straight black hair and handed one to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei took the drink and, seeing its shimmering appearance, felt as if it were all unreal.

"I think your confession plan has many problems, Mingfei," Shen Jue said slowly, finishing his drink in one gulp.

"..." Lu Mingfei was speechless for a moment when he saw Shen Jue's actions.

"What's the problem?" Lu Mingfei tasted the drink in his glass and found it a bit spicy, so he had to put it back on the bar.

"First, have you contacted the organizers of the party?" Shen Jue raised an eyebrow.

"What if your confession plans clash with someone else's?"

Lu Mingfei was speechless; he had never really thought about this question.

As an insecure and innocent young man, his only plan was to buy a bouquet of flowers and go on stage to forcefully confess his feelings to Chen Wenwen.

Just walking onto the stage with flowers had already exhausted all of Lu Mingfei's courage.

"Secondly, I don't think this plan should exist in the first place," Shen Jue said, shaking his head earnestly.

"Wouldn't it be better to let some feelings hidden in our hearts fade away naturally with time and age?"

"Don't embarrass yourself, Mingfei."

"This world is so big, why don't you come with me and rule it together?"

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair behind the bar brought Lu Mingfei a slightly sweet fruit wine.

Lu Mingfei, who had just taken a sip of the fruit wine, sprayed the wine all over the bar.

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair calmly handed Lu Mingfei a white handkerchief embroidered with gold patterns.

Lu Mingfei hurriedly took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth. He smelled the faint scent of the handkerchief and then returned it to the beautiful woman with long, straight black hair, feeling embarrassed.

When the beautiful woman with long, straight black hair smiled, Lu Mingfei's face turned slightly red.

"No, Brother Shen, please stop being so childish, okay?" Lu Mingfei started to complain.

"I feel like you're really conflicted."

"On the one hand, they are incredibly immature and always claim that they want to rule the world."

"On the other hand, she acted as a life mentor who had been through it all, trying to dissuade me from confessing my feelings."

"What exactly do you want?"

Shen Jue smiled slightly and drank another cup of wine.

He put down his cup and patted it lightly twice.

The applause wasn't loud, but it was like a silent command.

The light and shadow at the bar entrance flickered a few times.

More than a dozen girls entered the bar one after another, their pace unhurried and gentle. There was no pushing or shoving, no whispering, and each person found their place the moment they entered.

Their beauty has no overlap.

Some people have high brow bones and deep-set eyes, giving them a sculpted look with a hint of mixed-race features.

Some people have plain and gentle features, single eyelids, and thin lips, but their clear, almost untainted eyes make people want to look at them for a couple more seconds.

Some people have a tiny beauty mark under their left eye, as if it were lightly dotted on with the tip of a fine needle dipped in ink.

The only thing they had in common was that they all carried the unique aura of mixed race.

The subtle resonance produced when the senses flowing in their blood touched each other made the many girls seem like a dozen stars of different temperatures being lit up at the same time, each shining brightly, yet faintly connecting to form an invisible star map.

The youthful energy and sweetness of the girl made Lu Mingfei feel uneasy, and he almost got up from his seat.

Shen Jue glanced at the dozen or so beautiful girls for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

The girls naturally came forward, neither overly attentive nor distant, and surrounded Shen Jue and Lu Mingfei with smiles.

"Of course, it's to help you grow up!"

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei blushed.