Outside the clubhouse, in the parking lot, insects chirped softly, and the night was tranquil.

Qin Yang and Ruan Xinxue stood in front of the Maserati Quattroporte, while Ling Xiaoyu went to drive the Lamborghini she had arrived in.

"How about I drive?"

Qin Yang suggested with a smile; he was quite interested in these Earthly means of transportation.

"Do you know how to drive?"

Ruan Xinxue looked at Qin Yang with a hint of skepticism in her beautiful eyes.

"I've seen you drive a few times before, so I should know a bit now," Qin Yang replied with a grin.

Ruan Xinxue recalled Qin Yang's talent for photographic memory and realized that he couldn't be evaluated by ordinary standards.

"Alright, I'll trust you this once. But at the party, you did drink a whole bottle of red wine, are you okay?"

"Ha ha, it's fine."

Qin Yang chuckled. As long as he didn't want to get drunk, there was no alcohol on Earth that could intoxicate him. On the Immortal Yuan Continent, however, there was a wine called 'One Dream of a Thousand Years,' of which a sip could make a cultivator drunk for a year.

"Alright then, you drive. I'm putting my life in your hands."

Earlier at the banquet, Ruan Xinxue had also drunk a glass of red wine, her pretty face already showing a slight blush, her breath fragrant as she spoke.

The sweet scent caressed Qin Yang's face, stirring a ripple in his heart. One had to admit, Ruan Xinxue, with a bit of alcohol under the night sky, was truly enchanting. Her red dress outlined a lithe, curvaceous form, and her clear eyes carried a hint of allure under the night.

"So, little rascal, do I look beautiful?"

Noticing Qin Yang sizing her up, Ruan Xinxue gently teased.

"Cough, Ruan sister, are you seducing me?"

At her words, Qin Yang felt his mouth go dry and he coughed dryly.

"Hehe, just kidding. Let's go."

Seeing Qin Yang's embarrassed look, Ruan Xinxue playfully laughed and walked over to sit in the passenger seat.

Qin Yang opened the driver's side door, sat down, inserted the key, and started the car.

In the parking space, Qin Yang stepped on the gas pedal and made a huge turn. It was lucky there were no cars in the adjacent spots, or he might have crashed into them.

"Oh my God, is it really okay to let this guy drive?"

Ruan Xinxue leaned sideways, almost falling onto Qin Yang, and felt a tinge of regret letting him drive.

Qin Yang, however, seemed unfazed, showing a look of excitement, driving the car crookedly but managing to leave the parking lot nonetheless.

Ling Xiaoyu had already driven out in her Lamborghini, leaning on the car door. Seeing the Maserati come out wobbly, she immediately thought that something was wrong. Did Sister Xinxue drink that much?

The Maserati came to a slow stop five meters in front of Ling Xiaoyu.

"Let's go home."

Qin Yang rolled down the window and said with a smile.

"So it's you driving. I was wondering how Sister Xinxue could have such terrible skills," Ling Xiaoyu said with her usual cool demeanor.

"Sister Xinxue, why not ride with me? This guy's driving skills are a bit too lousy," Ling Xiaoyu said worriedly.

"Hey, hey, little cool girl, don't steal my Ruan sister," Qin Yang said with a darkened face, feeling that this girl really underestimated his skills.

Ruan Xinxue gave Qin Yang a glance and smiled gently: "It's alright, let's give him another chance."

"Fine. Anyway, it's late, and there aren't many cars," Ling Xiaoyu glanced at Qin Yang with some concern but eventually nodded.

The Lamborghini led the way while the wobbly Maserati followed behind, both cars leaving the clubhouse.

In the sky, under the serene moonlight, on the third floor of the clubhouse, Yang Buqun stood at a floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes gleaming sharply as he watched the Maserati and Lamborghini drive away.

"Everything set up?"

Yang Buqun suddenly asked.

"Yes, Young Master."

Black Tiger stood behind Yang Buqun, replying respectfully.

"Go and bring me those three pieces of jadeite and the over a million cash checks that young man has on him."

At this point, Yang Buqun paused, his voice turning cold, "And while you're at it, break one of his hands and a leg for me."

"Yes, Young Master. What about those two women?" Black Tiger inquired.

"Leave those two women alone."

Yang Buqun shook his head. Ruan Xinxue and Ling Xiaoyu's backgrounds were not weak. If anything were to happen to them and their backgrounds were to investigate, it wouldn't end well for him.

Black Tiger nodded and quickly walked out of the room.

"What belongs to Yang Buqun isn't taken so easily."

At the floor-to-ceiling window, Yang Buqun drained the wine glass, a chilling glint flickering in his eyes.

On the roadside in the countryside, vast fields stretched out, covered in large expanses of canola flowers. Opening the car window, the night wind blew in, carrying the fragrant scent of canola flowers, refreshing the mind.

"What a fragrant smell."

Ruan Xinxue's beautiful eyes sparkled. Smelling the scent of the canola flowers by the roadside broadened one's mind instantly.

After the initial three to five minutes of adjustment, Qin Yang was now driving skillfully, handling curves and accelerating with ease.

Beside him, Ruan Xinxue was momentarily surprised and could only secretly sigh that this guy was a freak.

"Hey, Qin Yang, you're driving quite well. Dare to race with me?" Ling Xiaoyu laughed.

The road here was quite wide, and two cars could run side by side with no issue. Plus, at night, there were hardly any cars, so racing here would be thrilling and exhilarating.

Without waiting for Qin Yang to respond, Ling Xiaoyu smirked mischievously and accelerated, leaving Qin Yang behind.

"Uh, I guess I can't call her little cool girl anymore. Naughty girl suits her better."

Qin Yang watched as the Lamborghini shot away and chuckled lightly.

"Why do you say that about Xiaoyu?" Ruan Xinxue giggled, then blinked, "Though, it seems Xiaoyu is indeed being a bit cheeky now."

"Sister Ruan, hold on tight."

Qin Yang said as he floored the gas pedal, the Maserati shot forward like an arrow, racing through the night.

The night wind blew through the car windows, lifting Ruan Xinxue's long hair, sweeping in the fragrance of the canola flowers, with the fresh scent lingering, reaching the heart.

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