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

The webpage was refreshed countless times, and my eyes started to ache.

Just as Qingyuan was about to give up, a bolded headline caught his eye.

[Junior Backend Development Engineer - Feiyue Science and Technology]

"A leap forward in scientific and technological innovation?"

Qingyuan muttered something to himself, then clicked on the details page, his spirits lifting.

This company not only has a powerful background, but is also backed by the Lu Group, a dominant force in Shanghai.

The job requirements are clearly stated without any unnecessary or vague terms.

He checked them one by one and found that his technical skills and project experience met the relevant requirements.

The most crucial point is salary and benefits:

Internship start at 7k.

This string of numbers dispelled all his fatigue.

That's it, this is the one!

Qingyuan changed his previous perfunctory attitude and put in his best effort to polish his resume word by word, highlighting the projects he had participated in during university and the technical skills he had mastered.

I checked it three times to make sure it was correct, took a deep breath, and clicked send.

The email was sent successfully, and Qingyuan slumped into his chair, feeling completely relaxed.

Whether it succeeds or not is up to fate; I've done all I can.

Having resolved his biggest worry, he finally had the leisure to plan other things.

We need to figure out a way to deal with the rent. Aunt Liang is very kind, but we can't be irresponsible.

If the videos of "Ancestor Simulator" go viral and generate revenue, then this money will be secured.

Once he had a clear idea of ​​what was going on, he turned his attention back to the Tai Chi icon in the lower right corner of his desktop.

I wonder how the sects in the other world are doing.

He's not one to just sit back and do nothing.

As the ancestor, one should sit high on the clouds, overlooking the whole situation.

Only by grasping all the movements within the sect can one issue a decree at the crucial moment to guide the path.

In particular, the disciple named Shu Yan, who possessed extraordinary spiritual roots, embarked on a dead-end path, truly a pearl obscured by dust.

Finding a suitable cultivation method for her is the most urgent task.

......

On the other side of Shanghai.

The top-floor office of the Lu Group headquarters.

"Zhaolin! My dear sister! You're simply amazing!"

A man dressed in a flamboyant pink custom-made suit, Lu Zhaoheng, was gesturing wildly around his desk, his excitement overflowing.

Behind the desk, a woman stood quietly, a stark contrast to him.

She wore a minimalist dark ink suit with a white silk shirt underneath, and her long hair was tied up low.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, behind which were a pair of calm, unfathomable eyes.

The head of the eldest branch of the Lu Group.

Lu Zhaolin.

"You didn't see Second Uncle's face at the banquet the other night; it was so dark you could wring water out of it!"

Lu Zhaoheng gestured wildly, spittle flying everywhere.

"The moment you presented the evidence, the entire room fell silent! The way Grandpa looked at him was quite intriguing."

"In the past, we were considerate of their feelings, which only emboldened them to take advantage and constantly engage in underhanded and shady dealings behind our backs."

The Lu Group has a complex network of factions.

Since the unexpected passing of their parents, the second branch of the family, led by their second uncle Lu Zhangwu, has been eyeing the group's control and has been constantly making various underhanded moves.

"But then again, Zhaolin."

Lu Zhaoheng lowered his voice and leaned closer curiously.

"You've changed so much this week."

"You've always been decisive, but never with this kind of ruthlessness. Your actions are like a thunderbolt, leaving that old dog no chance to catch his breath."

Lu Zhaolin turned a page of the document, his voice cold: "Brother, I know what I'm doing."

After saying that, she closed the file, got up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Lu Zhaoheng stood there, stunned, and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He had never seen his sister like this before.

Calm, composed, and his words carried an undeniable authority.

This feeling was unfamiliar, yet it brought him immense peace of mind.

Inside the CEO's office.

Lu Zhaolin stood with his back to his brother, looking down at the steel forest below, his expression slightly dazed.

Of course she's changed.

Because her soul is no longer the original Lu Zhaolin.

Instead, they are reborn individuals who returned from an era several years later, a time of spiritual revival and chaotic interplay between immortals and demons.

In her past life, she exhausted herself trying to protect her parents' legacy by dealing with Lu Zhangwu's faction.

By the time she finally realized her mistake and wanted to embark on the path of immortality, the best opportunity had already passed.

He could only watch helplessly as opportunities slipped through his fingers, and his path of cultivation became increasingly difficult.

Having been given a second chance at life, she acted without hesitation, employing ruthless and direct methods to eliminate internal troubles as quickly as possible.

She aims to transform the Lu Group from a commercial empire into a solid foundation for future competition for immortal destiny!

To achieve this grand ambition, one name is indispensable.

Qingyuan.

The only Immortal Lord of the human race, a supreme being in the post-spiritual era.

He is like a lighthouse in the fog, mysterious and unpredictable, guiding the way.

His presence seems to be present in every major upheaval in the world and every opening of a new grotto.

In my previous life, I was able to barely enter the path of enlightenment and had also received a favor unintentionally left behind by him.

That was a person burdened with a destiny.

Lu Zhaolin's self-positioning was clear, yet he defied fate, which was utterly foolish.

The best option is to extend an olive branch when Qingyuan Dragon is still lurking in the abyss, thus forging a good relationship.

The future rewards are immeasurable.

According to scattered rumors from his previous life, Qing Xianjun lived in Shanghai before he rose to prominence, and apparently worked as a programmer, with an ordinary background.

What is a college graduate with great talent most likely to do before they make a name for themselves?

Job hunting.

By leveraging the power of science and technology innovation to cast a wide net and attract talent with attractive conditions, she has laid out a strategic move.

The method seems clumsy, like looking for a needle in a haystack, with little hope.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, she has to try.

A hint of confusion flashed in Lu Zhaolin's eyes, but more than that, there was an unwavering determination.

"Qingyuan... Immortal Lord Qing, where are you?"

......

"Achoo!"

Qingyuan rubbed his itchy nose and muttered, "Who's talking about me?"

I didn't have time to think about it further, so I turned my attention back to the screen.

In real life, they timidly beg for job offers; in games, they unleash their full power and become the boss.

Now that Shu Yan has joined the sect, the sect has hope.

Drag the mouse lightly to survey the territory.

Regardless of the few minutes that were wasted submitting their resumes, these "disciples and grand-disciples" in the miniature garden world did not slack off at all.

The grandeur of Guanhua Gate is beginning to take shape.

On the blue stone platform in front of the hall, the newly recruited disciples punched and kicked with great force, shouting loudly.

In the shady spot behind the mountain, several acres of fertile fields have been opened up, their lush green leaves glistening and their growth promising.

The abandoned mine, which used to resemble a mass grave, has now been renovated, with winches turning and the sounds of picks rising and falling faintly audible.

Although he was still dressed in a simple blue robe and looked shabby, at least he had the spirit and energy of a cultivator.

Having enough to eat and enough meat to enjoy—that's what makes life worthwhile.

Glancing at the top left corner, the UI has been completely revamped, and the previously eerie scarlet warning has vanished:

Incense offerings: 512 (+75 per year)

Population: 34 (disciples), 412 (mortals)

[Spirit Stones: 145]

"We've escaped poverty and become prosperous."

Even a small inventory of three digits gave Qingyuan a sense of security, knowing that he finally had two pigs ready for the New Year in his pigsty.

Once basic needs are met, one's horizons should be broadened.

As the scroll wheel moves, the viewpoint rises, soaring straight into the sky.

As the inky fog of war recedes, the menacing full view of the Qinglu Mountains begins to emerge.

Guanhua Gate is nestled in a mountain gully, with several unknown birds of prey squatting nearby.

The newly illuminated territory features three unfamiliar emblems scattered around, forming an encirclement:

【Red Cloud Sect】, 【Rain Thought Pavilion】, 【Hidden Spring Valley】.

There are quite a few neighbors, though.

Hua Yangzi, that old Taoist priest, has been preoccupied with his own little plot of land all these years and has not made any formal appearances with outsiders.

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated."

Qingyuan's curiosity was piqued, and with a light tap of his finger, the cursor locked onto the crimson emblem of the Crimson Cloud Sect.

I thought it was just a boring attribute pop-up, but the scene changed and the perspective crashed into the Crimson Cloud Sect's headquarters.

Inside the crimson hall, the sect leader, dressed in a cloud-patterned Taoist robe, stood with his legs crossed and gave a speech, spittle flying everywhere.

Inside the alchemy room, two young boys were frantically stuffing unknown herbs into the furnace, causing billowing black smoke to rise.

"Full map live stream?"

Qingyuan was dumbfounded.

This is hardly an exploration.

It's clearly a pinhole camera with a God's-eye view.

To my surprise, a yellowed, thread-bound book icon quietly appeared next to the [Pause/Continue] button at the bottom of the UI.

[Taoist Canon].

Meanwhile, a suggestion in ancient-style clerical script floats by:

With keen insight and discerning eyes, the rich heritage has been meticulously compiled and documented.

With a "whoosh," the pages turned.

The densely packed list of items almost blinded Qingyuan.

The Crimson Cloud Heart Sutra, the Pure Heart Elixir Formula, and the Qi-cultivation artifact: the Nine-Section Thunder Bamboo Whip...

"..."

How can I describe this feeling?

Previously, "map-making" only allowed people to see what their neighbors' houses looked like and how high their walls were.

Now?

That was the charming landlady next door. She not only opened the door generously, but also took the initiative to pull you into the house, showing no hesitation in lifting the last veil of modesty.

Not only do they stand naked in front of you, but they also hand you a magnifying glass, as if afraid you won't be able to see which pore isn't fine enough.

There is no privacy whatsoever; they are completely open and honest, so frank that it is almost unsuitable for children.

He swallowed hard and quickly headed towards [Yusi Pavilion] and [Cangchun Valley].

same.

In particular, the most prized possession of the [Hidden Spring Valley] is the [Thousand Knots of Hearts], a top-tier Qi-cultivation magic weapon.

In Qingyuan's eyes, even the precise depth of the burial site, three feet and five inches below the Valley Master's bed, was marked in red as a warning.

Unfortunately, no suitable cultivation method was found for Shu Yan that would lead directly to the Foundation Establishment stage.

"Not about fantasy or martial arts, but about rise and fall..."

Qingyuan leaned back in his swivel chair, his eyes gleaming with amusement, unable to hide his smile.

What does the cultivation world seek?

Heritage! Secrecy!

If a dispute were to arise in the future, the scene would likely be quite spectacular.

The opponent keeps their ultimate techniques hidden away, treating them like precious treasures, while this ancestor knows exactly when you'll catch your breath.

Are you going to reveal your hand and fight to the death?

Sorry, your flying sword hasn't even been unsheathed yet. We've even counted how many sand holes there are on the sword blank.

The so-called secrets that are not passed down within a sect.

In Qingyuan's eyes, it's now even cheaper than the cabbages at the morning market stalls.

"Cool!"

After the fun was over, a problem arose.

He is omniscient and omnipotent, while his disciples and followers on the screen are completely clueless.

"Can I send the file directly? Or should I send it via a dream?"

I right-clicked on the thread-bound book icon for ages, but I couldn't find the "Transfer Skill" or "Gift" options.

This is a bit awkward.

You can't wait until your own disciples get beaten up before going to their graves to tell them where the weak point is on the other side.

What's the point of that?

It seems I need to figure it out myself first.

The answer is mostly hidden in these UI icons.