Free Web NovelChapter 107: Chapter 107: Trade routes
The golden-blue light of the spatial sanctuary always maintained a soothing, unchanging warmth, but inside the grand, modern kitchen of the estate, the air was currently filled with an intense, industrialized rush.
A heavy, intensely sweet aroma of caramelized sugar, toasted corn, and concentrated, cold-pressed herbal oils dominated the space, drifting out through the wide glass doors and filling the entire rear courtyard.
Lin Wan stood behind the long, white quartz island counter, her cool eyes scanning the massive rows of glass jars and neatly packed wooden crates stacked against the wall.
She was wearing her comfortable lounge pants and a light linen top, her long hair tied back securely in a high ponytail.
In her hands, she held a smooth piece of charcoal paper, tracking the inventory with a sharp, calculating focus.
Following the sudden breakthrough of the triplets’ sea beast heritage, Lin Wan had spent several long hours consulting with Lanying regarding the energetic stability of the spatial dimension.
While The space was an absolute sanctuary, the rapid, simultaneous growth of three high-grade divine beasts was putting an immense strain on the local core.
To upgrade the defensive barriers and ensure the Upper Realm could not detect the sudden spikes in primordial energy, they required a massive, immediate influx of rare, top-grade beast-world crystals.
And the fastest way to acquire those crystals from the capital’s nobility was through absolute, unmatched luxury trading.
"The concentration of the herbal soap is perfectly stable, sweet Wanwan," Lanying said, her graceful voice carrying a smooth, elegant tone as she carefully sealed the top of a small, dark glass bottle with a layer of liquid wax.
She sat at the end of the quartz island, her striking blue eyes shining with a deep, business-like focus. "The noble females of the capital have spent their entire lives using crude animal fats and rough mud to cleanse their skin. Once they lay their hands on this lavender-infused, triple-milled spiritual soap, they will willingly empty their entire clan treasuries just to buy a single bar."
"We aren’t just selling soap, Lanying," Lin Wan replied smoothly, her voice calm and entirely direct as she set her paper down. "We are selling an addiction. The refined white sugar and the spiced, honeyed popcorn will be distributed exclusively through your old contacts in the underground auction houses. We keep our names completely out of the public eye. The capital is a nest of vipers, and the moment they realize these items come from a single source, they will try to use force to seize the manufacturing methods."
"Hey!"
A thunderous, boisterous voice suddenly boomed from the back pantry as Long Zhan strode into the kitchen, his six-foot-six frame packed tightly into his new stretch-denim jeans and a fitted black shirt.
He was carrying three massive, heavy ironwood crates stacked on top of his broad shoulder, his violet eyes flashing with pure, child-like enthusiasm as he effortlessly balanced the heavy load. "Wanwan, I’ve already sealed the outer boxes with the waterproof dragon wax! Not a single drop of mountain mist will get inside these sugar jars! I’m telling you, my muscle power is worth at least fifty high-grade crystals a day!"
Qin Mo glided smoothly right past the boisterous dragon, his loose white linen shirt catching the gentle breeze from the patio while his flat black flip-flops let out a crisp sound against the polished floor tiles.
His pale, flawlessly handsome face wore a look of supreme, deeply condescending snort as he elegantly carried a single, small velvet-lined box containing the premium caramelized popcorn.
"A brainless brute only knows how to display his crude, excessive strength like a common pack-mule," Qin Mo murmured smoothly, resting the small box gently on the counter before leaning closer to Lin Wan’s side, his silver-tinted eyes full of doting, serene affection. "True commerce requires absolute elegance, refinement, and a seamless manipulation of the buyer’s psychology. Wanwan, I have already instructed my loyal subordinates to handle the secondary distribution lines. The Fox clan and the Bear clan will be fighting each other for the bidding rights by tomorrow noon."
"Who are you calling a pack-mule, you slippery worm?" Long Zhan bared his sharp fangs, carefully setting the heavy ironwood crates down with a loud, solid *thud* that made the floorboards vibrate.
He leaned over the counter, glaring aggressively at the snake king. "I’m securing the transport line! If some greedy bandit tries to touch Wanwan’s trading goods, my and my men’s heavy fists will turn their bones into absolute dust before they can even scream!"
"And my spiritual venom would dissolve their entire lineage before they could even think about reaching for the boxes," Qin Mo replied coldly, his posture perfectly relaxed as he crossed his long arms. "Your loud, aggressive grunting is completely unnecessary, brute."
Lin Wan didn’t even look up from her inventory list, her voice perfectly calm as she reached into a nearby bowl and popped a single kernel of milky popcorn into her mouth. "Neither of you is fighting any bandits. Long Zhan is going to manage the hidden warehouse near the capital’s eastern gate, and Qin Mo is going to oversee the auction house contracts. If either of you starts bickering or breaks a single glass jar of sugar, you are both spending the week sleeping out in the mansion’s rear corridors."
The two supreme kings instantly stiffened, their competitive pride temporarily locked away as they submissively nodded, completely suppressed by her calm authority.
"Mother! Mother, look! We are helping too! We are the ultimate shipping squad!"
A flurry of synchronized, incredibly high-pitched baby gasps suddenly echoed from the bottom of the large packing crates.
The three triplets, Xiao Chen, Xiao Rui, and Xiao Jue, had just tumbled into the kitchen, their round, ultra-fluffy white bodies bouncing around Lin Wan’s ankles with hyperactive energy.
Having spent the entire morning writing their numbers in the dirt, the cubs were practically bursting with a desire to prove their worth to their mother.
Xiao Chen held up one chubby front paw, his tiny translucent baby claws flexing with a wide, toothy grin as he tried to lift a single piece of packing twine.
"Look, Mother! I can tie the knots with my claws! I can make the boxes super secure so Daddy Zhan doesn’t drop them!"
"I am the expert in camouflage packaging!" Xiao Rui babbled excitedly, his silver-striped tail wagging like a frantic pendulum as he scrambled right into one of the large, empty wooden crates sitting near the floor.
He curled his chubby round body into a perfect snowball, hiding beneath a layer of dried herbal packing leaves. "See? If a bad guy looks inside this box, he won’t see any sugar! He will just see a giant cloud monster ready to bite his nose!"
"Xiao Rui, your fluffy tail is sticking straight out of the corner," Xiao Jue chimed in, his small voice carrying that hilariously serious, dignified tone as he trotted beside Lin Wan’s leather boots, his tail swaying thoughtfully.
"A true tactical military commander would never leave his rear position completely exposed to the enemy forces. You are entirely caught."
"Ah! My tail betrayed me again!" Xiao Rui shrieked happily, his tiny paws scrambling frantically as he tried to pull his tail inside the crate, only to accidentally tip the entire wooden box over onto its side.
The box rolled twice across the clean kitchen floor, tumbling right toward a large, open sack of concentrated herbal soap flakes that Lanying had left by the counter.
With a loud, soft *poof*, the box collided with the sack, and Xiao Rui was instantly launched head-first into the middle of the fragrant white flakes, his round body completely covered from head to tail in sweet-smelling soap powder.
The entire kitchen fell into a brief silence before the three little cuties burst into an absolute storm of uncontrollable, high-pitched baby giggles.
Xiao Chen and Xiao Jue rolled over each other on the grass mats, their small minds thoroughly enjoying the ridiculous spectacle of their brother looking like a freshly powdered mountain root.
"Xiao Rui, you look like a giant dandelion that exploded in the wind," Lin Wan said, a relaxed, genuinely warm smile gracing her face as she walked over and scooped the heavy, soap-covered snowball up into her arms.
She gently tapped his wet pink nose, wiping away the white flakes with her finger. freēwebnovel.com
"No more hiding inside the cargo boxes. Go play in the spring with Lanying until the packing is done."
"Okay, Mother!" Xiao Rui laughed loudly, kicking his tiny legs as he snuggled deep into her side before scrambling back down to join his brothers.
Within three days, the secret trade route was fully operational. Under Lanying’s flawless management and the hidden protection of the two males, the luxury goods from the space flooded the capital’s high society like an absolute tidal wave.
The noble females went completely wild for the herbal soaps, while the clan patriarchs fought bitterly over the refined white sugars during the midnight auctions.
Every single evening, the secret caravans returned to the hidden warehouse, bringing back thousands of high-grade, pulsing beast-world crystals that Lin Wan immediately channeled into the spatial core.
The defensive arrays around the space expanded beautifully, turning the boundaries into an absolute, impenetrable fortress that completely masked their existence from the lower world, and the searching eyes of the realm above.
The massive influx of rare beast-world crystals did not merely sit in the central storage vaults of the mansion.
Under Lin Wan’s precise direction, the high grade gems were systematically crushed into pure spiritual dust and channeled directly into the ancient stone pillars that anchored the spatial dimension’s boundary walls.
With every thousand crystals absorbed, the invisible barrier surrounding The space thickened by several meters, creating a dense, multi-layered defensive shield that resonated with the absolute authority of a completely independent world.
Inside the master bedroom, Lin Wan sat at her desk, tracking the final accounting sheets from the midnight auctions.
The numbers were staggering; the capital’s nobility had become so entirely obsessed with the refined white sugars and the triple-milled lavender soaps that a single bar was now trading for the price of a mid-grade warrior’s weapon.
"The Fox clan patriarch has already sent three separate secret messengers to our eastern warehouse, Wanwan," Long Zhan said as he walked into the room, his tight jeans slightly dusty from the road as he casually threw himself onto the plush modern sofa.
"He’s offering a private alliance and an exclusive trade route through the northern passes, completely unaware that the ’mysterious master’ he’s trying to flatter is the exact same female he tried to mock at the border gates last year. Haha! If that old fox ever finds out the truth, his lungs will probably explode from pure embarrassment."
Qin Mo stepped out from the adjacent washroom, his long dark hair damp and flowing loosely over his white linen shirt, his flat rubber flip flops making a clean, lazy *thwack* against the polished hardwood.
A slow, highly dangerous smirk spread across his lips as he leaned over the back of Lin Wan’s chair, his doting warmth completely enveloping her space. "Let him send his messengers, brute. The more desperate they become for our trading items, the more control we hold over the capital’s financial lifelines. Within three months, every single high-ranking official in the alliance will be entirely dependent on our supply lines just to maintain their social standing among the females."
Lin Wan closed her leather-bound ledger with a solid, satisfying *snap*, her cool eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the modern desk lamp.
She leaned back against the cushions, her posture relaxed but entirely dominant. "The moment they are completely dependent on us is the moment we dictate the terms. We don’t just want their crystals; we want their intelligence network. I want to know every single political shift, every strange atmospheric movement, and every historical record regarding the ascension gates. If the Upper Realm decides to open the doors early... I want to be the one holding the key."
