60. 9*9 talent.

Lying on the bed, Noah mused.

 Liora, though young, is so sharp.

Just now, a careless word might've sparked her suspicion. From now on, before her, must tread carefully.

But since when did my charm with girls become so refined? Facing beauties, feeling confident, composed—this must be the legendary instinct.

No, something's off. Even if instinct, it can't be this flawless.

Recalling everything from morning till now.

First, stood before a crowd, spoke confidently, issued orders, handled troubles, even lectured great elders… and somehow, miraculously, all went smoothly. Could be the AI Butler System working behind the scenes… but.

But what I did before—unbelievable. I know my own limits.

Public speaking? Resolving others' inner conflicts? Crafting a plan to woo three smart, beautiful girls at once? Could it be, when a man gains wealth and power, he transforms, becomes extraordinarily capable? It's like these skills emerged from instinct, as natural as eating or drinking.

…

Enough of that. It's a good thing. Now, focus on simulating, finding the right cultivation path.

…

Wait!

"System, each simulation only retains cultivation-related memories, right?"

System responded: Each simulation retains only memories tied to cultivation. All non-cultivation memories will be erased.

What about combat or estate management memories? Are those kept?

System responded: Any memories related to cultivation—combat experience, alchemy, talisman crafting, array formation, insights, problem-solving—are considered cultivation knowledge. Memories like names, backgrounds, events, or relationships are unrelated and will be erased.

Hearing this, Noah felt a surge of joy. I hit the jackpot! My life's about to change…

Incredible, so the experience of an entire lifetime can be retained?

If I go through ten simulations… No, with each adding 10% talent from the last.

Truly, the system is my perfect cultivation path.

System, activate the Life Simulation function.

System responded: Life Simulation function activated. Reminder: The third simulation will inherit 10% talent from the previous. Basic information:

Name: Noah, male.

Current talent: +10% from prior simulation.

Added traits: Honest, resolute, robust physique.

Confirm to proceed with simulation. Reject to review traits. Exit to cancel.

Staring at the panel, Noah thought, 10% from the last simulation, plus my current self? That's no small boost—not just double. Becoming an immortal's not far off…

If I simulate ten times… No, nine. That damned Zhao Yu, I'll settle scores with you.

With nine, I'll be at least nine times stronger—no, nine times nine—beyond my current self. At best, an astronomical figure.

Confirm simulation.

System: For optimal results, simulations should occur every 12 hours, once. Current count: 8 simulations. Estimated efficiency increase: 46%.

Agree to enter automatic simulation process.

Agree.

System: Confirmed. Entering simulation in 5 minutes…

…

After leaving Noah's room, Liora walked with head held high, fearless, striding boldly. In her heart, The manor's so quiet.

Recalling the first time here, filled with rejection, the air heavy, suffocating.

But once the token recognized me, that rejection vanished. Just as Brother Manor Lord said, the token's recognition is vital—like a pass proving identity.

With this pass, the manor revealed itself, shrouded in auspicious clouds and serene aura. Though sparsely populated, it never felt lonely. The air brimmed with peace, poetic, soothing, making one want to linger forever.

But that's not the focus now. The master of this sacred manor is my brother, and I'm his little sister.

In this manor, besides Brother, who dares bully me? …No, Brother promised not to bully me. So, those two hateful sisters, just wait. No one can stop me from avenging today's grudge… haha…

But must act carefully. Just recognized each other, don't want to trouble him.

Liora, brimming with vigor, flung open her room's door, head high, smirking slyly.

"This princess is here for revenge. Neither of you can escape."

Then, quietly closed the door.

In the room, Lalatina and Luna, dressed in thin nightclothes, ready to rest, were worrying about Liora. What did the Manor Lord want, keeping her so late?

Then saw Liora return, face radiant, aura blazing, shouting about revenge.

…

Liora, voice bold, declared.

"You two, your time's up. Today, this princess will have her revenge!"

Lalatina and Luna, bewildered, burst into laughter at Liora's expression and stance.

Lalatina, stifling a chuckle, said.

"Liora, what are you talking about? Revenge? The Manor Lord didn't trouble you, did he?"

Liora, seeing Lalatina's innocent, mocking face, fumed. Not only bullying me, but slandering my brother?

"You two, always picking on me for being younger. I told him everything.

Today, no one can stop me. Both of you, lie face-down on the bed, now!"

Seeing them unmoved, staring, Liora tossed her hair, radiating confidence, saying.

"The Manor Lord himself ordered no one bully me, or he'll punish them.

Brother—Great Lord—is noble, saw you two oppressing me, and stood up for me. From now on, only I get to tease you!"

Lalatina, finally understanding, sighed.

"Liora, sixteen and still so naive?

Today, no one can stop us from helping you grow."

"Luna, let's go."

Liora, sensing danger, tried to flee, but the door was locked. Before she could open it, they grabbed her, pinning her to the bed.

"Aaah! Stop, you two! This princess will pretend nothing happened…"

"Sister Lalatina, even if you're maybe her, you can't bully me…"

"Don't touch there… aaahhh…"

Lalatina, lightly brushing Liora's waist, heard her wail, face torn between laughter and tears. Feeling a pang of guilt, stopped and asked.

"Speak, who am I, maybe her? And what did you tell the Manor Lord about us?"

Liora, realizing her slip, tried to backtrack.

"Beautiful Sister, why fear what I told him?

Aaahhh… Not there…"

"Manor Lord, save me…"

"Sister, spare me…"