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

Qingyuan refocused his gaze and stared at two glaringly red names on the map.

Shanglin Village, Xiaoheyan Village.

He could even picture Yan Zeshan and his gang dreaming of rising to power as the Imperial Sword Sect's army pressed in.

"Tsk tsk."

Old Yan, I don't consider myself a big bad guy, but I've never labeled myself as a "pushover."

If it weren't for you bunch of traitors stabbing us in the back, would Guanhuamen have been targeted by Wen Xianyun?

As for having 60% of the profits taken away for no reason?

The cultivation world is a meat grinder.

The overly kind-hearted don't even survive the opening credits, and the saintly ones are eliminated as soon as they land.

To survive until the finale, you have to be more cunning and ruthless than anyone else.

With Wen Xianyun's prestigious reputation, many things that were previously too risky to do can now be done openly.

Qingyuan directly crossed out two lines on the "execution list" in the notebook:

"Those who are willing to surrender will be kept, registered as slaves, and forced to mine for ten years to atone for their sins."

"Anyone who's still not satisfied, let the Soldier Battalion see some blood."

They are of no value whatsoever to the Imperial Sword Sect.

Whether they live or die is entirely up to Guanhuamen to decide.

After dealing with the mess, Qingyuan twirled his pen and pointed to the icons of the three major sects.

The new "Ten-Year Plan" truly prioritizes "stability".

But the stench of blood, like fangs just beginning to emerge, could not be hidden any longer.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

If someone offends me.

Your ashes have been scattered.

......

Riverside Park.

The night breeze was cool.

A lithe figure slowly slowed down and finally leaned against the railing by the river.

Lu Zhaolin was wearing a black tight-fitting sportswear outfit, with beads of sweat sliding down his forehead and cheeks.

I unscrewed the water bottle, tilted my head back, and gulped down a mouthful of water, my throat moving slightly.

Cultivating immortality and cultivating one's mind are true, but the body is the foundation and cannot be neglected.

Having been reborn, she understands this principle better than anyone else.

After a moment's thought.

The first signs of the Reiki revival, the so-called "tide of life," should appear in the next two weeks.

In his previous life, his physical constitution was too weak, and even though he later improved it with elixirs, he was still far behind others in the initial stage.

In this life, every detail must be meticulously examined.

"Qingyuan..."

Gazing at the shimmering waves on the river, Lu Zhaolin's eyes deepened.

These past few days at the company, I've been ostensibly busy approving documents, but actually half my mind is on Qingyuan.

It's not surveillance.

People like Qingyuan, who are "reclusive masters" who have probably already embarked on the path to immortality, hate being spied on the most.

She only focuses on what this person needs and how they are feeling.

The balance was just right.

but.

Thinking of Su Xing'an's gossipy tattling that afternoon, Lu Zhaolin unconsciously tightened his grip on the water bottle.

"Gu Wanyin".

Pink lunchbox, heart-shaped bento, the adorable new intern in the administration department?

A search of the memory bank of the previous life yielded no results.

Lu Zhaolin narrowed his eyes, like a cat whose territory had been invaded.

Once a reborn butterfly flaps its wings, a chain reaction is bound to occur.

Some random passersby might have their fates completely altered simply because Qingyuan gave them a helping hand.

Are you panicking?

Don't panic.

What can a little girl who hasn't even grown up yet compete with?

Is it a battle of money? Or a battle of power?

Lu Zhaolin was very confident that as long as he clung tightly to Qingyuan, this "golden thigh that reaches to the heavens," even if there were some minor deviations, this big ship would not capsize.

That's what they say.

It's true that I'm unhappy.

I'm very unhappy.

It's like finding a treasure you've just discovered but haven't even had a chance to label, only to have it brush against by some wildflower that suddenly appears out of nowhere.

"Oh."

A soft humming sounded in the night breeze.

"Trying to steal people?"

Lu Zhaolin brushed the stray hairs behind his ear.

"Let's rely on our own abilities."

Despicable tactics?

She disdained to use it.

Qingyuan needs to understand for himself who is qualified to stand beside him.

Just as I was pondering this, a series of hurried footsteps interrupted my thoughts.

A middle-aged man wearing an old-fashioned jacket ran towards us.

His running posture was quite strange; his feet landed lightly, and his breathing was irregular.

Lu Zhaolin glanced at it casually.

When he finally saw the face clearly, his gaze became fixed.

"He Jing?"

Memories surged.

The He family of Shanghai.

An extremely low-profile small family.

Who could have imagined that in the future, when immortals and demons would be in chaos, everyone would realize that the He family was actually an ancient cultivation family that spanned the ages.

The so-called resurgence of spiritual energy is similar to the rising tide, with its ebb and flow.

There have been a few small ripples in the past, with a group of cultivators emerging.

Later, when the spiritual energy dried up, these people became like stranded fish, barely clinging to life with the help of their family's secret techniques.

He Jing belongs to the "older generation".

And this resurgence...

Lu Zhaolin couldn't help but picture a young man possibly coding.

If it weren't for Qingyuan.

At most, it will cause a small ripple as one progresses to the "Foundation Building" stage.

But Qingyuan arrived.

He was like a moon crashing directly into the sea, creating unprecedented tides.

......

In a corner of the park, there was a small grove of trees that no one ever went to.

He Jing looked around and saw no one. He slowly squatted down under an old camphor tree and shakily pulled out an old Nokia phone.

Even in an era where smartphones are everywhere, he stubbornly believes that this old relic is safe and not easily monitored by high technology.

The phone is on.

"Ancestor."

He Jing lowered his voice very much:

"I am Xiao Jing."

An aged cough came from the other end: "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I bumped into... a senior colleague on the subway this afternoon."

"senior?"

"These days, where are there any unsung masters left? You must be seeing things!"

"impossible!"

He Jing was so anxious he wanted to stomp his feet:

"I was huddled in a corner of the carriage, trying to use the 'Turtle Breathing Technique' to steal a few breaths of stale air, when suddenly an unreasonablely strong spiritual sense swept over me!"

At this point, he couldn't help but shudder:

"Ancestor, you know me. I did this to test the other party's strength and also to apologize."

"I spared no effort, having saved up my spiritual energy for half a month, to forcefully transmit my voice into a secret space and send a respectful greeting."

In this degenerate age, spiritual energy is more precious than diamonds and gold.

He exhaled a breath of spiritual energy, his heart aching so much it felt like it was bleeding.

"And then? What did that person say?"

The breathing on the other end of the phone became heavy.

"He...he didn't say anything."

"But I felt it."

"The instant I transmitted my voice, his aura and terrifying spiritual fluctuations vanished completely!"

After a long silence, the patriarch of the He family finally managed to squeeze out a dry sentence:

"Returning to simplicity...the great way leaves no trace..."

"The Great Perfection of Qi Refining, no, even higher."

"These powerful beings have the most eccentric tempers. If they don't kill you on the spot, it's already a miracle that their ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke."

He Jing smiled wryly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "My grandson thinks so too. That feeling of being on the verge of death with just one glance is terrifying."

"Xiao Jing."

After a long while, a heartfelt admonition came through the phone:

"These next few days, you stay home and don't go anywhere."

"In case that senior is still active in Shanghai, we must not run into trouble again. Our He family cannot afford to offend someone of that level."

"clear!"

After hanging up the phone, He Jing looked around at the dark woods and shrank back.

The outside world is too dangerous.

It's safer to go home and hide under the covers.