I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

"Clang, clang."

The bus swayed and rocked. Qingyuan sat down in the back row, his eyes half-closed, practicing his skills with the passengers on the bus.

Now that you've learned the "Qi Observation Method," it would be a waste not to practice it more.

My gaze shifted to the front row.

A middle-aged man, fast asleep, was dressed in a sharp suit. The barely perceptible yellowing at the back of his collar hinted at his impoverished life.

Above his head, a hazy gray mist hung in the air, like a flickering candle flame, teetering on the verge of collapse.

The flame is about to be extinguished; the strength is waning.

Qingyuan sighed inwardly.

Another old ox, its back bent by the weight of life, and sleepless through the night.

My gaze shifted, and I saw a young couple on the right side of the aisle.

The boy's head was adorned with a vibrant pink and a restless crimson; the girl's complexion was a serene light blue, surrounded by a hesitant gray-white.

Though our hearts are stirred by spring, our paths diverge.

We are all just passersby, our fates are predetermined.

Inside the train carriage, a myriad of people and their diverse experiences unfolded.

Along the way, Qingyuan saw very few signs of auspicious purple clouds coming from the east; most were dull, grayish-white.

Just as he was getting bored and preparing to take a break, he caught a glimpse of the corner of the front of the carriage by the window and froze.

There was a girl sitting there.

Compared to Lu Zhaolin's aloof and cold beauty, which hangs in the sky.

She was like a white wildflower stubbornly peeking out from the cracks in the stone slabs.

He wore a beige cotton shirt, buttoned up to the top, looking very proper, paired with loose-fitting light-colored jeans and canvas shoes that were slightly worn but spotless.

She wore no makeup, her black hair was tied low, revealing a section of her long and slender neck.

The cleanliness that hits you is mixed with a faint bitterness, which inexplicably evokes a sense of pity.

Of course, while her appearance was beautiful, what truly attracted Qingyuan's attention was the ball of energy above her head.

Neither gray nor white, neither red nor purple, its gathering and scattering are unpredictable.

The clouds that obscure the moon eventually settle with the wind.

Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Determined by the wind?

This fate is beyond our control, like a tumbleweed in the wind, entirely dependent on external forces.

Meeting a benefactor brings clarity and joy, while encountering a villain leads to ruin.

Living in a cutthroat metropolis usually means three things:

They're easy to bully.

However, Qingyuan did not consider himself to be Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of Compassion.

"The frost on someone else's roof is none of my business."

There are plenty of unlucky people on the bus; it's not his place to help.

As the vehicle bumped along, Qingyuan saw a few more people.

Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through my temples, and my eyes began to sting.

A twitching brow was a warning that the body had reached its limit.

"Damn, I'm out of mana."

He immediately closed his eyes, cut off his senses, and regulated his breathing to calm his mind.

Thanks to the previous proxy enhancement.

Otherwise, given Qingyuan's previous weak constitution, he would have gotten a nosebleed after seeing just three.

Being able to swat through half the passengers is already considered a superhuman performance.

......

Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation is located in the core area of ​​CBD.

Standing at the foot of the building, gazing up at the gleaming glass curtain wall, Qingyuan couldn't help but gasp: "The Lu Group's scale is truly impressive."

He straightened his clothes and composed himself before stepping inside.

As soon as I passed through the turnstile, a professional woman came forward to greet me.

Her short hair was neat and her makeup was exquisite. Her hurried demeanor revealed the sharpness unique to business elites.

"Mr. Qingyuan?"

The woman stood still, her professional fake smile impeccable.

"I am Su Xing'an, Secretary to President Lu. She specifically instructed me to take you upstairs."

Su Xing'an?

I thought it would just be a regular onboarding process, with HR accompanying me at most, but I never expected that my personal secretary would come in person.

Qingyuan, being an ancestor of a sect, calmly nodded and politely replied, "Thank you for your trouble, Secretary Su."

Su Xing'an stepped aside to lead the way, and the elevator ascended for several tens of seconds.

She kept her eyes straight ahead, but her peripheral vision kept glancing at the man beside her.

As Lu Zhaolin's chief secretary, he had seen countless talented young people.

Even Lu Zhaoheng, the second young master of the Lu family, couldn't hide his impetuous nature.

The only one beside me was too relaxed.

His posture was casual, not lazy at all, more like a spoiled rich kid on an incognito visit.

Moreover, her looks and temperament are truly outstanding.

For the first time, Su Xing'an felt a bit curious about men other than her boss.

Just as he was pondering this, Qingyuan turned his head.

Eyes facing each other.

Su Xing'an was taken aback. Before she could hide her surprise, she saw that the other party was not only not annoyed, but also smiled back with a smile that revealed a set of white teeth.

Brilliant, sunny, and without any guile.

This caught even the seasoned Secretary Su off guard.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she awkwardly turned her head away, pretending to look at the floor display screen.

Qingyuan was secretly pleased.

He didn't activate his [Mind Ape] talent to read minds just now.

It's good to be insightful, but being too blunt is meaningless.

Maintaining an air of mystery makes it easier to get along with colleagues.

Besides, Su Xing'an's eyes were practically overflowing with curiosity, so why did she need to read it?

The elevator stopped on the 23rd floor.

"arrive."

Su Xing'an quickly composed herself and led the person through the corridor.

The office area is extremely spacious, with workstations spaced out and decorated with greenery, creating a tranquil yet efficient environment.

Upon reaching the core area, Su Xing'an clapped her hands.

"Everyone, stop for a moment."

The group of people who had been working diligently stood up and their eyes met.

It's rare to see a newcomer personally brought in by the president's secretary.

"Introducing a new colleague, Qingyuan, who will be joining the core R&D team starting today."

Su Xing'an changed the subject and looked around.

"I hope everyone can get along harmoniously."

The tone was flat, but it carried a subtle warning.

Everyone here is an elite among elites, how could you not understand?

"This guy has connections, don't give me any nonsense."

After Su Xing'an left, Qingyuan stepped forward, adopting a very humble posture, and said with a smile, "Hello, seniors. I am Qingyuan, twenty-five years old this year, a newbie in the workplace. If there are any oversights in the future, please forgive me."

Be neither arrogant nor humble, be generous and dignified.

The scrutinizing gaze softened considerably.

Liu Cheng, the round-faced, chubby guy, was the first to cheerfully say, "Brother Qing, you're too kind! Our group doesn't have all those complicated rules. As long as we do our jobs well, we're all family."

The others also extended goodwill.

Since there is no conflict of interest, why not have another good-natured younger brother?

In reality, there are no dramatic, face-slapping scenarios; everyone is just working hard to earn money.

After settling into their workstations, team leader Zhou Xiaohong handed over a thick stack of documents.

Just call me Lao Zhou.

The middle-aged man chuckled.

"This project was personally approved by Director Lu. You can look at the core logic as you see fit. If you have any new ideas, you can change it at any time. The higher-ups have given the order, so there is no upper limit."

The implication is: You're in charge of this territory.

Qingyuan knew what was going on and agreed with a smile.

Working hours always fly by.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was setting, and it was lunchtime.

"Come on, Brother Qing, let's try our cafeteria food!"

Liu Cheng greeted them warmly.

"Haven't gotten your meal card yet? No problem, it's on me today! At Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation Center, whatever else you might not care about, the food in the cafeteria is absolutely amazing! I guarantee you'll want to stay here forever after just one bite!"

"Liu Cheng, were you doing that for work? You're just craving the company food!"

Lin Can, who was wearing glasses, mercilessly undermined him.

The people around burst into laughter.

Liu Cheng wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and patted his belly.

"Food is the most important thing for people! Let me tell you, two headhunters tried to recruit me, but I turned them both down. Why?"

"It's because I've been thinking about it, and I've realized there's nowhere near here in the CBD that tastes better than the sweet and sour pork ribs from our company!"

Faced with the enthusiastic invitation, Qingyuan readily agreed.

If someone takes the initiative to be friendly, it would be very rude of you to act aloof.

......

It must be said that the cafeteria is indeed luxurious.

It offers a complete selection of Chinese, Western, Japanese, and Korean products, all with an irresistible aroma.

Liu Cheng, who calls himself a "gourmet," led Qingyuan on a tour, highlighting several signature dishes.

After the introductions were finished, the group split up and discussed meeting up on the first floor later.

Qingyuan carried the tray and selected several dishes that suited his taste.

Just as he was looking for the soup he wanted, his gaze stopped on a figure in front of him.

Skillful.

The girl who "followed the wind" in the morning was also an employee of Feiyue Technology.

She stood in front of the free soup bucket, her figure slightly thin, scooping soup one spoonful at a time, the plate visibly devoid of oil.

Suddenly, a man rushed in from the side in a hurry, without any intention of avoiding him.

"Splash!"

The soup sloshed around, and some scalding liquid mixed with egg drop soup splashed onto the man's leather shoes and trouser legs.

"Are you blind?!"

A loud, hoarse roar immediately silenced the surroundings.

Qingyuan's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, a black and red aura surged from the man's body, and his evil thoughts, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, lunged straight at the girl.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Her voice was barely audible, tinged with tears. She hurriedly put down her plate, disregarding the dirt, and bent down to wipe the other person's shoes with her sleeve.

Whispers rippled around them.

"Isn't that Xu Wang?"

"It's that scoundrel again, relying on his uncle being the deputy manager..."

"Gu Wanyin, that intern, is really unlucky..."

Xu Wang looked down at Gu Wanyin, his gaze sweeping over her collar, his greed and malice intensifying.

"Wipe? Is it clean?"

"These shoes of mine are a limited edition! I couldn't afford to pay for them even if I sold you! Gu Wanyin, right? I remember you're a new intern, I think you should just quit..."

"Buzz—"

The sound of something cutting through the air arrived.

A gleaming stainless steel serving bowl, still glistening with undried oil, spans several meters, precisely...

"Bang!!"

Smear the face with a steel basin.

"Awooo—!!"

The screams were piercing and heart-wrenching.

Xu Wang covered his face and stepped back, causing the iron basin to fall to the ground and spin endlessly.

The entire room fell silent.

Xu Wang's eye was bloodshot and watering from the blow, and he glared ahead, yelling, "Who?! Which bastard dared to hit me?!"

He's been able to act with impunity at the company for so long and has never suffered any major losses.

A few meters away, Qingyuan maintained his throwing posture and shrugged:

"Oops, the road was so slippery, the basin flew off. Don't blame me, okay? After all, even Newton didn't fully understand gravity, let alone me!"

"A slip of the hand?!"

Xu Wang flew into a rage.

"Which department are you from? Do you even know who I am? Believe me or not, I'll fire you today!"

Qingyuan slowly walked forward, gently pulled the stunned Gu Wanyin behind him, straightened his cuffs, and said in a serious tone:

"Sorry, you have connections, but I don't."

"You're asking for it!"

Xu Wang was so angry that he laughed instead, and was about to lash out.

"Whoosh—Clang!!"

Another iron basin landed squarely on the other cheek.

Before he could react, he heard a cheerful voice coming from behind him:

"Oh dear, the food bowl is really slippery. It seems the cafeteria should switch to non-slip tableware."

Xu Wang was stunned, his face swollen like a pig's head as he looked back.

Zhou Xiaohong, Liu Cheng, Lin Can, and other core group leaders stood there, each holding a tray, their expressions unfriendly.

"Young Master Xu, you're so arrogant, daring to bully my people?"

Lin Can sneered.

Upon recognizing the person who had approached, Xu Wang broke out in a cold sweat.

These "patriarchs" who directly liaise with the board of directors are people even his uncle wouldn't dare to mess with.

His arrogance vanished instantly.

"Misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding..."

Xu Wang forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and bowed and scraped to Qingyuan.

"Young man, I was blind to your greatness. No need to pay, thank you..."

Qingyuan pointed to Gu Wanyin behind him.

Apologize to her.

Xu Wang gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth:

"sorry."

After saying that, he didn't care about his face, pushed through the crowd, and looked as pathetic as a stray dog.

Zhou Xiaohong waved to disperse the crowd, and the cafeteria returned to its noisy state.

Gu Wanyin stood there, stunned, her eyes red-rimmed, and bowed deeply to Qingyuan: "Thank...thank you."

Qingyuan waved his hand, looking relaxed: "Let's go eat. Food won't taste good if it gets cold."

He turned around, left, and his figure blended into the crowd.

She looked at the group of people chatting and laughing, and pursed her pale lips.

In this unfamiliar, cold, large company, finally a gust of wind came, not to blow her down, but to block her way.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Gu Wanyin recalled the name tag pinned to the man's body and murmured softly:

"Qingyuan..."