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

In the lower left corner of the screen, a thread-bound book representing the Daoist Canon is flashing.

The frequency is extremely fast, and the numbers keep jumping around.

"Goodness, before we had to bend over and peep into our neighbors' houses, but now that we're in Blackwater City, it's like a buffet."

Qingyuan opened the directory, and the list filled the screen.

From the secret techniques of Qi cultivation to the closely guarded diagrams of magical artifacts kept secret by various families.

Even if a family head kept several mistresses outside the marriage, all such scandalous secrets were exposed and revealed to the fullest extent.

"Let's test the local bully's true colors first."

A map showing the distribution of power pops up.

Blackwater City was nominally ruled by four ethnic groups, but the rule was not impartial.

The He family stands out from the crowd, with four members holding the Foundation Establishment stage.

Ancestor He Songnian is even at the late Foundation Establishment stage; if he were to be chosen alone, he would probably be able to go toe-to-toe with the leader of the Imperial Sword Sect.

The Li and Xiao clans were next in line.

As for the Wang family...

Qingyuan glanced at the Wang family's rather shabby data panel and chuckled.

The Wang family is left with only one member at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, clinging to life. Their businesses are being besieged by the He family from all sides, and they are on the verge of falling out of the ranks of the four great families.

How could a family so preoccupied with its own problems have the time to manage the small gangs it relies on?

Wild Wolf Gang?

For the Wang family, it was nothing more than a slightly larger garbage dump.

If you change the foreman, as long as the garbage dump doesn't explode and splash all over them, they won't even bother to lift their eyelids.

With the right timing, location, and people, Old Yang is in luck.

Having confirmed that Yang Danhe was safe, Qingyuan turned his attention back to the spoils of war.

The foundation building of Shuyan is of paramount importance.

The rollers slid rapidly, passing by the goods on the main road.

"Fire element, no."

"Earth element, for Chai Wu's reference."

"Found it!"

His eyes suddenly lit up.

The third-grade water-based cultivation technique, "Lingze Runmai Jue," originated from the Xiao family.

Immediately following, something even more surprising fell down.

The complete volume of the fourth-grade cultivation method, "Kan Yuan Zhen Shui Shui Guang Lu".

Source: He Family.

"The He family, what philanthropists!"

Qingyuan sincerely gave the complete stranger, Old Ancestor He, a "good guy" card.

"Not only are they powerful enough to restrain the other three, creating a perfect opportunity for us to fish in troubled waters, but they also generously contributed their core techniques—a true example of internationalism!"

With the addition of the "Stream Flowing Skill" that I swiped from [Yusige] a few years ago, I now have all three high-level water-attribute materials!

Once the [ritual altar] is completed.

Shu Yan's incomplete "Jade Condensation Technique of the Cold Pool" can be reborn from the ashes, forging a smooth path to the Foundation Establishment stage.

As for Chai Wu.

This fool's main cultivation method, "Mount Sumeru King's Contemplation," is a top-tier ancient technique that comes with the second stage of body refinement, "Mercury Blood Realm," so there's no need to change his main cultivation method.

Qingyuan browsed through the list and selected several martial arts techniques that emphasized both burst damage and defense.

"The Bull's Mountain-Crushing Lean," "The Immovable King's Body,"...

As you can tell from their names, they perfectly match the bulldozing style of Chai Wu.

"Inbound and packaged!"

Categorize high-value information and record it in notes.

This is a huge profit.

......

Blackwater City, the Wild Wolf Gang.

The once chaotic and filthy Juyi Hall has been cleansed of its former grime.

The gaudy decorations in bright red and green have faded away, replaced by elegant calligraphy and paintings.

The air was no longer filled with the stench of meat and alcohol; only a faint aroma of medicine lingered.

Yang Danhe sat upright in a grand chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea.

He possessed the demeanor of a master, striking just the right balance.

Below the stage, a sea of ​​people knelt down.

Most of them were independent cultivators practicing the embryonic breathing technique, who had previously lived a life of constant danger and uncertainty, often risking their lives for others.

At that moment, they craned their necks, their eyes burning with fervor, as if they had seen their reborn parents.

Duan She knelt at the front, his face still bruised, his back ramrod straight, looking every bit the top confidant.

"Brothers!"

The snake roared, its voice cracking with excitement:

"We all know how miserable our lives were back then! We worked for the Wang family, getting paid to behead, and living off their favors! That scoundrel Wang Biao never treated us like human beings!"

Curses and curses rose and fell.

Duan She pressed his hands down lightly, his expression solemn:

"Dawn has broken! Lord Yang, you are the esteemed alchemist!"

"The lord has ordered that past debts be forgiven! From now on, we will no longer engage in murder and robbery; we will change our profession! We will collect medicine, guard the residence, and refine elixirs for the lord!"

"Good performance in your duties deserves a reward of medicinal pills! If you accumulate enough merit, even a breakthrough pill for Qi Refining will be provided by the lord!"

wow——

The crowd was bustling.

For rogue cultivators, life is as worthless as grass; elixirs are their second life.

Who still remembers Wang Biao?

They probably wish they could scatter his ashes to celebrate the new gang leader.

"We swear to follow Lord Yang to the death!"

"I am willing to die for you, sir!"

Seeing the crowd's impassioned expression, Yang Danhe put down his teacup and nodded slightly.

"Since we've changed our appearance, the name 'Wild Wolf Gang' sounds too bandit-like and can no longer be used."

"My lineage emphasizes subtle and gradual influence."

Yang Danhe pondered for a moment, dipped his fingertip in tea, and wrote three characters on the table.

From now on, this place will be called—【Hua Medicine Hall】.

Once the gang affairs were settled, everyone was dismissed.

Yang Danhe called out to Duan She, who was about to retreat.

"Segmented snake."

The old Taoist priest stood up, walked to the man with a fierce look on his face, and gently patted his shoulder with his palm.

Duan She was flattered and overwhelmed, half of his body went numb, and he bowed: "What are your orders, sir?"

"You've been stuck at the third level of Qi Refining for quite a few years, haven't you?"

Yang Danhe spoke in a gentle tone.

"The foundation is weak, which is caused by taking too many inferior and potent drugs in his early years."

Duan She felt a lump in his throat and almost shed tears.

The life of a wandering cultivator is full of hardship; having any food at all is good enough, let alone quality.

"but......"

Changing the subject, Yang Dan slid a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and placed it in his hand.

"You are still young. As long as you work hard, you can make up for your physical deficiencies. Take this bottle of 'Strengthening Essence Liquid', dissolve it in water, and take it three times a day to nourish your foundation first."

Duan She held the bottle, his hands trembling like a leaf.

A treasure for strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing its vitality!

He actually... gave it as a reward?

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

If one had previously feared power and coveted profit...

Now, in Duan She's eyes, there is a genuine and unwavering loyalty.

They watched as the snake, filled with gratitude, withdrew.

Yang Dan smiled.

This combination of a big stick and carrots is entirely inherited from the sect leader and his monstrous nephew.

It's really easy to use.

......

"Blackwater City is a piece of fat meat that we can eat for more than ten years."

Qingyuan scanned the densely packed white and green resource points, as well as several faintly visible blue opportunities, and closed his notebook.

I rubbed my sore eyes and put in the newly bought eye drops.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. Time for bed."

As long as Yang Danhe doesn't do anything reckless, steady progress is a sure thing.

Pause, shut down.

I crawled into bed, and a few seconds later, my breathing became long and even.

......

next door.

The upscale apartment was lit with warm, yellow lights.

Liang Huilan sat on the leather sofa, holding the girl's hand tightly beside her.

His eyes were filled with such heartache that they were practically overflowing.

"Silly girl!"

Liang Huilan's eyes reddened, and she couldn't help but scold:

"If your bastard father hadn't called today, were you planning to never remarry your aunt and just keep renting those old, run-down apartments?"

Beside her, Gu Wanyin hung her head, like a primary school student who had done something wrong.

"Auntie... I don't want to trouble you... I can manage on my own."

Gu Wanyin's family background is a complicated and messy affair.

Three years ago, her mother passed away, and she insisted on changing her surname to her mother's in accordance with her last wish.

This incident thoroughly enraged his father, Liang Jiadong.

The man was inherently sexist and later had a son with another woman.

He regarded his daughter, who wanted to change her surname, as an enemy and wished he could sever all ties with her.

After graduating, Gu Wanyin came to Shanghai and joined Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation. She has always relied on her own efforts and has never asked her aunt Liang Huilan for help.

until today.

That scoundrel Liang Jiadong, who only does things for personal gain, actually dared to call Liang Huilan.

He subtly inquired about Gu Wanyin's situation in Shanghai, whether she had made a fortune, implying that his daughter should "make some contribution" to the family.

Who is Leung Wai-lan?

A shrewd person who owns more than a dozen properties in Shanghai.

I can tell what kind of poop my younger brother is going to take by the way he sticks his butt out.

He immediately gave Liang Jiadong a thorough dressing-down over the phone:

"You heartless bastard! You've forgotten your daughter now that you have a son? Have you no shame? If Wanyin suffers any injustice outside, I'll break your legs! Get out!"

After hanging up the phone, Liang Huilan turned to contact Gu Wanyin.

Only after asking did I learn that the child worked in Shanghai, but lived like a lonely and helpless duckweed.

"What trouble or not!"

Liang Huilan forcefully interrupted, pulling the person into her arms.

"Your mother passed away early, and your father is a terrible person. From now on, your aunt will be your mother! This house is so empty, and I feel uneasy living alone. I don't even have anyone to talk to."

"Move in tonight, and you'll live here from now on! That's an order, no dissent!"

Feeling the warmth of her embrace, Gu Wanyin's tense heart finally softened.

My nose stung, and tears streamed down my face.

"Okay... thank you, Auntie."

Seeing her niece agree, Liang Huilan's gloomy expression vanished, and she smiled brightly.

While wiping away Gu Wanyin's tears, he said mysteriously:

"That's more like it! Also, Wanyin, come home earlier after get off work from now on. There's this rascal who's been coming over to my place for free meals lately."

At this point, a sly glint flashed in Liang Huilan's eyes:

"Although that kid is a chatterbox, his character is impeccable, he's good-looking, and he's an excellent cook!"

You're about the same age, so you can eat together sometime and get to know each other. It's always good for young people to make friends.

Liang Huilan was calculating her calculations.

My niece has a quiet, reserved personality and is easily taken advantage of.

Qingyuan may seem carefree, but he is actually very meticulous, which complements his personality perfectly.

"You brat..."

Listening to her aunt's description, Gu Wanyin inexplicably recalled the scene from the cafeteria that morning.

The figure that threw the stainless steel vegetable basin as a projectile.

There was also a profile view of someone shielding her behind him, saying "There's no one up there."

"Hmm... I'll do whatever Auntie says."

Gu Wanyin responded softly, her cheeks inexplicably burning.

I turned to look out the window.

A pale crescent moon hangs in the sky, not perfectly round, yet exuding tranquility.

Just like today, after going through the ups and downs, the ending doesn't seem so bad.