Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

"Oh, okay, would you like something to drink?"

Lu Weiliang diligently got up to collect the water cups, and the computer camera was in overhead shooting mode, "click" another picture.

"It must be uncomfortable sitting without a cushion, let me get you one."

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

"Why don't you move to the left? There's a trash can on the right, so you don't get bothered by the smell."

"Snap! Snap!"

Off-screen, Hina stared at the photo, her eyes gleaming green, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

[Okay, these are all pretty good.]

[Does it show her face?]

Lu Weiliang adjusted the screen to palm size and, with her back to Yan Mu, secretly replied to the message: [Sugar daddy, we're taking candid photos. What if we're discovered if we make a big fuss?]

[An additional 10,000.]

She declared righteously: [It's not about the money!]

After reading the message, Hina immediately understood the crux of the problem.

[What about 20,000?]

[I'll do it if you pay me!]

Lu Weiliang pursed her lips tightly, suppressing her triumphant smile, afraid of disturbing Yan Mu's eyes.

Her computer vibrated, and star coins were deposited into her account. Her expression softened instantly, and even her breath smelled sweet.

"Mr. Yan Mu, please sit properly. You don't want your eye condition to be discovered, do you?"

Yan Mu had a faint smile on his lips.

From his perspective, Lu Weiliang's action of looking down at the computer was clearly an appreciation of his photo, and the way she was desperately trying to suppress her laughter meant she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Should we call him Mr. Yan Mu?

It's a rare and interesting title.

He felt a strange sense of pleasure, more satisfying than controlling others, and somehow, he straightened his back.

"That makes sense. Thank you, Director Lu, for considering this for me."

He crossed his legs and rested his hands loosely on his knees.

With snow-white hair, flawless white eyes, and a sharp line drawn from his collarbone that was faintly visible between his clothes, he was both cold and dashing, so handsome that it was impossible to look away.

Lu Weiliang forced herself to look away; if she looked any longer, she feared she would be captivated by that face.

"Click!" A three-shot sequence.

She stood up and walked over, and "click," another ten photos were taken in quick succession.

Yan Mu's unexpected cooperation made Lu Weiliang very happy. While patting him, she accidentally got carried away and forgot about the important matter.

The system suddenly popped up: [Host, your mental strength has been temporarily upgraded to S-rank. Ten-minute time limit. Go for it! Drain him dry!]

Seventy-odd photos should be enough for Hina to enjoy for a few days.

Lu Weiliang was lost in thought when she quickly put away the camera. She didn't want to waste a single second of the opportunity to guide the flow of people.

She said gently, "Mr. Yan, my treatment method is rather special. The process is similar to channeling. Just relax and let my spiritual energy enter your spiritual sea. Leave the rest to me."

Yan Mu looked up at Lu Weiliang, his eyes flashing slightly.

The cameras have all been put away; it seems like they need to focus on treatment.

"I'm going in now. Raise your hand if you feel unwell during the trip."

As she spoke, Lu Weiliang raised her slender white finger and touched Yan Mu's brow, then slowly closed her eyes.

Yan Mu frowned, a hint of helplessness creeping into her eyes. She closed her eyes, but could she still see him raise his hand?

At this moment, strands of spiritual energy flowed from Lu Weiliang's fingertips into Yan Mu's brow, and he could feel the subtle energy fluctuations emanating from Lu Weiliang's body.

Although I haven't had much contact with guides, such profound and gentle spiritual power should never appear in an F-level guide.

The texture is so pure and warm, it's closer to her previous level.

That's even more interesting.

They would rather be a director who is universally reviled and has a terrible reputation than reveal their true abilities.

What exactly is Lu Weiliang hiding?

As he pondered this, he slowly closed his eyes.

Yan Mu's spiritual sea was a vast snow-capped mountain, which should have been flawless, but now, the mountain and its surroundings were covered with dense black dots.

The once pristine snow has turned into filthy black snow. As far as the eye can see, there is not an inch of clean land left; it is utterly polluted.

When Lu Weiliang first came in, seeing the dense pollution, she thought she had opened the Qingming Scroll.

[Host, 7 minutes to repair, 3 minutes to refine.]

"agree."

[I've calculated the repair process; it should take about ten sessions for Yanmu to fully recover. Don't be nervous, good luck!]

Lu Weiliang pursed her lips. It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because she was starting to get nervous.

Normally it's just practice, but this time it's the real battlefield.

She looked at the structure of the spiritual sea, walked around the snow mountain, and finally stopped in the shade on the other side.

The scene before her was utterly shocking. Two mountain peaks had abruptly broken off, revealing a rugged, pitted mountainside completely covered in a layer of pollutants, barren of everything. It was enough to trigger her trypophobia.

The sentinel's mental sea is a reflection of his body; the missing mountain peak corresponds precisely to Yan Mu's blind eyes.

Lu Weiliang's plan is to clean up the pollution first, and then carry out restoration.

She drew her bow with both hands, and two fireballs formed from her spiritual energy hurtled toward the mountain peak.

The moment the flames touched the pollution, they spread rapidly like wildfire, engulfing the entire mountain peak. The sizzling sound was incessant, accompanied by a pungent, acrid smell, as the pollutants were burned away inch by inch.

In just three minutes, eight or nine out of ten of the pollution was burned away, and a continuous stream of spiritual energy gathered in Lu Weiliang's direction, condensing into a pure energy that entered her brow.

"The pollution on the mountain has been mostly cleaned up, and restoration work has begun."

Lu Weiliang took a deep breath to encourage herself and slowly raised her hand.

In an instant, a gentle, spring-like spiritual energy rippled outwards, transforming into a soft drizzle that gently sprinkled onto the scorched, parched mountain peak, nourishing every inch of its wounds.

In the drizzling rain, the scorched earth suddenly gleamed with an oily sheen.

Unlike the lifeless black of previous pollutants, this black is more lustrous and vibrant, as if it has absorbed a lot of moisture, exuding a vigorous vitality as if it is breaking through the soil.

Lu Weiliang stood at the foot of the mountain and looked out, clicking her tongue and saying, "Such good land, it's a real waste not to plant some potatoes and peppers."

Unbeknownst to her, seven minutes of gentle watering had caused a tiny, tender green bud to quietly sprout in an unnoticed corner.

Unlike the vibrant feeling in his spiritual sea, Yan Mu felt a slight itch in his eye sockets. He reached out and moved his hand, but it was to no avail.

That itch seemed to be deep within, like the itch of flesh and blood reconnecting, impossible to touch with the hand.

Lu Weiliang gathered all the refined spiritual power, and with a gentle stroke of her fingertips, she built a spiritual power light prison at the mountain peak.

As long as this barrier is in place, other impurities can no longer seep in, saving a lot of effort for the next repair.

She clapped her hands in satisfaction, checked around to see if anything was amiss, and then withdrew from her mental sea.

While Lu Weiliang was receiving treatment, Haina and her group of girlfriends received news that Yan Mu was coming to the counseling station and stormed into her counseling room.

"Sister Haina, Brother Yanmu must have come to annul the engagement. Those big boxes must be his ransom."

"Yeah, he doesn't like that bitch at all. Now is a golden opportunity. When Yan Mu comes out, go and confess to him. What era are we living in? As long as you're not married, you're not a mistress."

"Yeah, sis, Lu Weiliang is always talking bad about you behind your back. You have to outshine her."

"Sis, our plan is that you pretend to fall, then Yan Mu will save you, and you'll end up in his arms. Then it's up to you to show off your skills!"

Haina originally just wanted to look at the photos and move on, but the commotion from the others stirred up her resentment. She had always disliked Lu Weiliang's pretentious act of abandoning evil for good, and felt that she was not good enough for Yan Mu.

Finally, she accepted everyone's advice, changed into a gorgeous princess dress, and happily went out to bump into Yan Mu.