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

The next day, morning.

Stepping into the lobby of Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation Center, the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.

The hurried migrant workers glanced at Qingyuan almost imperceptibly.

Several employees who witnessed the whole thing in the cafeteria yesterday even huddled together and whispered among themselves.

"Look, this is the big shot who used a vegetable basin like a meteor hammer yesterday..."

"He seems like a very refined person, but I didn't expect him to be so ruthless. I saw that Xu Wang's face was still swollen this morning..."

"Shh, keep your voice down. Anyone who dares to mess with Crazy Xu and escapes unscathed must have a powerful background."

Qingyuan didn't even lift his eyelids.

His steps were steady, and his expression remained normal.

As the patriarch of a sect, if he doesn't even have the magnanimity to be talked about, he'll be driven to his death by his own troublesome disciples sooner or later.

The elevator went up and arrived at the 23rd floor.

"Good morning, Brother Qing!"

Liu Cheng, with a steamed bun in his mouth, waved.

At the workstation next to her, Lin Can, who was touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, turned around and said with a smile, "Good morning, Xiao Qing. Did you sleep well last night? Did someone put a sack over your head?"

Even the old team leader, Zhou Xiaohong, nodded gently from behind his reading glasses.

Qingyuan felt a warmth in his heart and responded to each question:

"Good morning, Brother Liu. Eat slowly so you don't choke."

"Sister Lin, you're so funny. We live in a society governed by the rule of law. Where would we get so many sacks?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, I returned to my workstation.

Qingyuan's eyes were clear, as if he were a different person.

As a hardcore strategy game enthusiast.

He has a deep-seated obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strong sense of detail.

When playing games, he can spend half an hour using a ruler to measure the area on the screen in order to save a single piece of land.

Bringing this habit into the workplace is a killer move.

Lu Zhaolin's task of reconstructing the logistics module was precisely broken down into seventeen sub-items.

The time spent on each item, the difficulties, and the expected results are all clearly listed.

"Today's recommended tasks: tackle concurrency logic and rewrite the caching interface."

I glanced at the computer tower.

He had considered it when he got up early in the morning.

Should we get an encrypted USB drive and copy "Ancestor Simulator" to the office?

It would be good to make some minor adjustments to the sect during paid time off for taking a dump or slacking off.

After all, the patriarch was anxious seeing his disciples pondering things on their own.

The thought only lasted three seconds.

This is the headquarters of the Lu Group, and the IT department is full of tech fanatics.

In case the company network is monitored.

Or perhaps a nosy colleague happened to pass by and caught a glimpse of the eerie incense burner and the words "cultivation" on the screen.

That would be a huge problem.

He couldn't afford to gamble even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of exposure.

Calm your mind and take a sip of coffee.

Let's code!

......

It was midnight in the blink of an eye.

Liu Cheng sprang up from his chair:

"Lunchtime! I heard the cafeteria has braised lion's head meatballs today. If we're late, even the soup will be snatched up by those bastards in the operations department! Brother Qing, wanna go?"

Qingyuan was about to save his progress and get up.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A rhythmic clatter of high heels came to a stop at the development team's door.

The noisy atmosphere quieted down.

Su Xing'an held a minimalist black and gold lunchbox in her hand, her face stiff.

She glanced around and walked straight to Qingyuan in the corner.

Qingyuan was taken aback: "Secretary Su? Is there something you need?"

Su Xing'an slammed the lunchbox on his desk, her tone curt:

Here, your food.

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Qingyuan to reply with a word of thanks.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

The president's secretary personally runs errands and delivers meals?

This treatment is probably unique to President Lu!

Qingyuan was also confused, and was about to explain, "Well, maybe President Lu has some work to do..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A small head peeked out from the doorway.

"Excuse me... is Mr. Qing... Qingyuan here?"

Everyone tossed their heads in unison, looking towards the doorway.

Gu Wanyin held a light pink multi-tiered lunchbox in both hands, looking uneasy.

His eyes darted around, wanting to come in but not daring to.

"Oh my, whose little sister is this?"

Lin Can was the first to react; before his gossip instincts could even ignite, his protective instincts kicked in.

He rushed over and warmly grabbed Gu Wanyin's hand: "Looking for Xiaoqing? Come, come, he's here."

Lin Can forcibly led her to Qingyuan's workstation, and Gu Wanyin's face turned as red as a ripe shrimp.

She didn't dare to look directly at Qingyuan, and put the lunchbox on the table, placing it next to Secretary Su's lunchbox.

Black and gold with pink.

A strong visual impact.

"Yesterday... thank... thank you."

Gu Wanyin held her breath and quickly finished speaking, then bowed deeply to Qingyuan.

Then, as if she had completed some arduous task, she turned and ran, so fast that her ponytail even drew a circle in the air.

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Three seconds later.

Liu Cheng silently swallowed, patted Qingyuan on the shoulder, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"Brother, let's go to the cafeteria and get some braised pork head meatballs. These two portions of rice... I don't think you're good enough for them."

Lin Can grinned mischievously: "Wow, Xiao Qing, you've got the aloof and the cute types all in one day?"

Old Zhou was easygoing, waving his hand and saying, "Alright, alright, stop making a fuss. They were just thanking Xiao Qing for her righteous act yesterday."

"Wait, what is all this about..."

Qingyuan still wanted to struggle a bit more.

"withdraw!"

At Zhou Xiaohong's command, the group disappeared in a flash.

Qingyuan was left alone, facing two meals of love-filled lunches.

His lips twitched, and he rubbed his forehead.

"What kind of situation is this?"

Inside the black and gold box is an exquisite Japanese dish, accompanied by a small bowl of caviar.

Inside the pink box were home-style sweet and sour pork ribs, hand-peeled shrimp, and rice pressed into a cute little bear shape.

"Alas, wasting food is shameful."

Qingyuan sighed and resignedly picked up his chopsticks.

Twenty minutes later, he touched his swollen belly.

The burden of happiness is indeed quite heavy.

I got up and went to the break room to wash the lunchbox clean, then temporarily stuffed it deep in the drawer, planning to return it when I had the chance.

I had just sat down when the cafeteria staff returned.

Lin Can placed a cup of less-sweetened oolong milk tea on his table, raising an eyebrow and teasingly saying:

"Tsk tsk, looks like they've finished eating? Our Xiao Yuan is quite the hot commodity now, we must hold on tight and not let some bad woman outside steal his heart~"

On the other side of the workstation, Chen Qiu, a young man with a baby face, who had just finished eating and was picking his teeth, chimed in with a cheeky grin:

"That's right, that's right. Xiao Yuan, you're still young, so you need to be especially careful. Don't let yourself be seduced by a vixen like your sister Can."

"Chen Qiu!!!"

Lin Can's eyebrows shot up, and she grabbed a programming book at random: "Do you want to die?!"

"I was wrong, sis! I was wrong!"

The two chased and played around their workstations.

Liu Cheng clapped and cheered, while Lao Zhou shook his head and drank his goji berry tea.

The scene before me was bustling and lively.

Qingyuan looked nostalgic.

Since his parents passed away a few years ago, he has been all alone.

Now, it really does feel like "home".

As for Su Xing'an's strangeness and Gu Wanyin's gratitude.

He wasn't oblivious; he could sense at least a little of the tender thoughts contained within.

After all, I am a normal adult male with regular facial features and a healthy body.

To say that one feels no emotion whatsoever is the mark of a eunuch.

"Unfortunately, not now."

Qingyuan withdrew his gaze, the warmth in his eyes cooling and replaced by a layer of rationality.

The sect had just taken root.

A whole host of other problems await him.

If the sect were to perish one day, even if there were many romantic opportunities in the real world, they would all vanish into thin air.

After adjusting my mindset, I dragged the keyboard closer.

"start!"

......

Seventeen o'clock.

Clock out on time.

Qingyuan, carrying a bag containing two empty lunchboxes, deliberately wandered around the lobby on the first floor.

As a result, not only did they not see Su Xing'an, but they didn't even see a trace of Gu Wanyin.

"Okay, I'll return it tomorrow."

He had no choice but to carry the bag and squeeze onto the subway.

On the subway, the evening rush hour crowds were as dense as ever, a mixture of sweat and perfume.

Qingyuan found a spot near the door and stood there, skillfully activating his "cheat" mode.

The "Qi Observation Method" is initiated.

In his eyes, the world was stripped of color, transformed into black and white lines and colorful patterns.

"That young man... his hair was a dark, almost blackish red, and his brows held a menacing air. Is this... [a case of 'peach blossom luck offending the master, trouble arising from within'? Brother, take care."]

"This woman... her luck is utterly depleted, like a candle flickering in the wind. Wait, another wisp of purple energy is coming from the east, forcibly prolonging her life? [From adversity comes fortune, a blessed old age]? Interesting."

It feels great to grind for skill points.

At the same time, he also opened a crack in his "Mind Monkey" talent, using it as a way to train his soul strength.

"This is so crowded, my shoes..."

What should we eat tonight? I really want hot pot...

"The boss is an idiot, I clearly saw that PowerPoint presentation..."

Qingyuan handled all kinds of sentiments with ease.

Sudden.

A slightly muffled voice suddenly exploded out without warning:

"Who is this senior here? And why are you spying on me?"

Qingyuan felt a shiver run through his body, and the hair on his body stood on end.

Without any hesitation.

In an instant, Qingyuan severed all senses with lightning speed.

The eerie light in his eyes went out, his pupils focused, and he became ordinary.

He naturally lowered his head, took out his phone, and opened the Moments section of a certain green software.

He swiped his finger up and down, muttering, "What kind of jokes are these? So annoying..."

In reality, he was frantically scanning every corner of the carriage with his peripheral vision.

who is it?

An elderly man wearing a windbreaker reading a newspaper?

Or is it the young man in black wearing headphones and resting with his eyes closed?

The sound did not come again.

It was as if everything was just an illusion.

The train has arrived at the station.

The car door opened.

Qingyuan got off the bus mingling with the crowd, each step carefully fitting the persona of a weary office worker.

I walked two kilometers out of the subway station and turned into a familiar street.

Only then did he dare to find a corner to stop.

"That's fucking terrifying..."

I met Lu Zhaolin, who seemed to be a person with extraordinary abilities, during a previous interview.

Now, if you squeeze onto the subway, you might bump into a true cultivator who can transmit their voice in secret.

If I had revealed even the slightest flaw, and the opponent had locked onto me...

Qingyuan rubbed his stiff face.

The real world is too complicated; I have to keep hiding and surviving.