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

"Click".

The blue flame of the lighter shot up and lit a crudely made cigarette.

Inside the deepest private room of an underground bar in Shanghai.

Five middle-aged men with solemn expressions sat around a round table.

"Old Jiang, is the news accurate?"

"Absolutely not! The He family is keeping it very secret, but a few days ago someone saw He Jing return alive. Apart from his face being a little swollen, he was lively and energetic."

The man called Old Jiang lowered his voice, which trembled slightly:

"On the contrary, it's Lao Cai... who has 'disappeared'."

A deathly silence fell over the private room.

In this particular circle, "disappearance" often means a more straightforward ending.

They're dead, or crippled.

"Brother Cai is a Qi Refining cultivator, and with the tools provided by the Cai family, what makes He Jing stand out?"

Someone slammed their hand on the table in frustration.

"On what grounds?"

Old Jiang sneered and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Rumor has it that a... Kamen Rider appeared near the Jinxiu Binjiang construction site that night."

"What?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"You heard right, it's Kamen Rider from a tokusatsu show."

Old Jiang gritted his teeth:

"Not only did they beat the person to a pulp, but they also very considerately called the police."

"I heard that Brother Cai had almost no healthy bones left in his body at the time, and his whole body looked like it had been run over by a hydraulic press."

The air condensed.

A fear stemming from the unknown creeps into people's hearts like a snake.

We are all "old folks" left over from the last Reiki era.

Ever since experiencing the power of being as light as a swallow and shattering bluestone with a single palm.

No one wants to go back to being an ordinary person who gets out of breath after climbing just a few floors.

Waking up every morning to the despair of constantly losing strength is more terrifying than death.

"The waters of Shanghai are too deep... we can't afford to mess with them."

"Then what do we do? Just let it go?"

"Brother Cai has helped us a lot with spiritual sand in the past, and we must repay this favor."

"Furthermore, if we don't obtain the He family's 'Turtle Breath Locking Technique,' within three years, everyone here will be nothing more than a bunch of old men playing chess in the park!"

This is the core issue.

If you don't want to become an ordinary person, you must find a way to lock in your spiritual energy.

"Kamen Rider Gao Ren is elusive and likely only appears occasionally. He's probably here to help those in need. We just need to avoid him."

A ruthless glint flashed in Old Jiang's eyes, and he drew a circle on the table with his finger:

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. We can't touch the mastermind, but we can't let go of He Jing, this piece of fat meat."

"I heard he has a company in the secular world called 'Singularity Intelligence'? It seems he's going to collaborate with the local bigwigs, the Lu family, recently?"

"Exactly."

"Let's do it!"

"We can't beat those cultivators, but setting up a few business projects for mortals is a piece of cake, right?"

"Disrupt their cooperation, create accidents, and even... kidnap a few ordinary executives as bargaining chips."

"I refuse to believe that He Jing can stay hidden in his shell forever!"

......

early morning.

Qingyuan stuffed the last steamed bun into his mouth, grabbed his car keys, and pushed open the door to leave.

"Click".

The security door next door opened almost at the same time.

Gu Wanyin was wearing a business suit and was bending down to change her shoes.

The two looked up at the same time.

Qingyuan swallowed the bun with a flourish and waved, "Good morning."

Gu Wanyin froze, her fair cheeks turning bright red at a visible speed.

The probing question on WeChat last night about "what kind of scarf you like," and Qingyuan's meaningful "steadiness," kept replaying in her mind.

"Good morning... good morning, Brother Qingyuan."

"Going to the company? Perfect, let's go together."

"It's on my way, so you won't have to squeeze onto the subway. I heard they're going to implement crowd control measures again during the morning rush hour today."

Gu Wanyin was stunned for a moment, then asked in a daze:

"Really...is it okay?"

As soon as she said it, she realized something was wrong.

What does "Is it really possible?" mean?

It sounds like you're agreeing to something incredible!

A blush instantly spread from her face to the base of her neck, making her look like she was on fire.

Just kidding.

Qingyuan leaned against the door frame, pretending to check his watch, and deliberately put on a stern face:

"If you don't want to ride in my beat-up car, I'll just slip away by myself. After all, losing my perfect attendance bonus is quite painful."

As he spoke, he made a move to leave.

"I want!"

In her desperation, Gu Wanyin shouted out.

She didn't care about maintaining a ladylike image. She buried her head in her high collar, rushed behind Qingyuan, stared intently at his toes, and followed without saying a word.

Qingyuan suppressed a laugh and didn't expose her.

Behind the window crack in room 201.

Liang Huilan watched as two figures, one in front of the other, got into the small gray car downstairs.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"It's great to be young. You have so much more energy than I did back then."

......

inside the car.

Qingyuan turned off the car's Bluetooth, and the central control screen displayed "Call Ended - Auntie".

"The old lady insisted on confirming whether I had arrived at my post safely, treating me like a child who hasn't grown up."

He shook his head helplessly, a smile playing on his lips.

Take a quick glance at the passenger side through the rearview mirror during a red light break.

Gu Wanyin kept staring blankly out the window at the receding scenery, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the seatbelt.

It was obvious that the mess her scoundrel father had made a couple of days ago hadn't been completely erased from her mind.

The trauma remains.

"The weather is nice today."

Qingyuan broke the silence, his voice steady and gentle.

Gu Wanyin woke up with a start and hurriedly sat up straight: "Ah...yes, it's fine."

"Actually, I'm sometimes quite envious of you."

Qingyuan didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the traffic ahead, his tone casual:

"Although there are some upsetting things, at least you have a loving aunt who protects you like this."

He smiled, a hint of self-deprecation in his expression:

"My parents passed away early, probably around the time of my college years. There wasn't anything particularly tragic about it; it was just an accident, and they left very suddenly."

"At that time, I felt like the sky had fallen. I was alone in a big city, unable to sleep at night, and always crying."

"So, unhappy things are like car exhaust; once they're exhaled, they dissipate. Don't keep inhaling them into your lungs."

"The important thing is that someone is lighting the way for you, and someone is willing to give you a ride, right?"

Gu Wanyin listened blankly.

Yes.

Even after his parents passed away, he was able to live such a positive and strong life.

I still have my aunt, and... the person in front of me.

"Um......"

Gu Wanyin responded softly, this time without flinching, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Qingyuan:

"Brother Qingyuan, you're right."

"Also, I'm sorry... I brought up something that hurt you."

"It's no big deal."

Qingyuan turned on his turn signal and drove into the office building's underground parking garage.

"I'll be twenty-seven in a few days, and it's hard not to feel a bit old-fashioned."

"But thinking about it, it's not so bad. I can get a free meal with a legitimate excuse."

Gu Wanyin smiled and nodded seriously:

"Qingyuan is a good person, and good people will definitely get better and better in the future. He'll have a happy birthday!"

"A good person?"

Qingyuan parked the car and engaged the handbrake.

The word "good person" sounds strangely a bit too warm to my ears.

"Well, thank you for your kind words, thank you for your kind words."

He quickly laughed it off, grabbed his bag, and got out of the car.

I feel a little guilty accepting this "good guy" card.

......

The CEO's office on the top floor of the Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation Building.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are bright and clear, offering a panoramic view of the bustling CBD.

There is an important meeting today.

The technical team at "Singularity Intelligence" arrived very early.

During a break.

He Jing held a cup of coffee and stood side by side with Lu Zhaolin by the window.

"President Lu's vision is indeed far-sighted. With the current layout of neural algorithm networks, the future logistics hub, it is likely that Feiyue Science and Technology will take the lead."

"Mr. He, you flatter me. Technology is the foundation, but we still need your company's support."

Lu Zhaolin's tone was polite.

Sudden.

"Sizzle."

A soft sound.

He Jing turned his head in surprise.

The once smooth disposable paper cup in Lu Zhaolin's hand was now severely deformed.

Boiling hot water overflowed and flowed down her slender, fair fingers.

But she seemed completely oblivious.

He Jing looked down curiously at Lu Zhaolin.

Downstairs at the building, next to an inconspicuous dark gray sedan.

A man and a woman are walking side by side toward the revolving door.

The man was tall and imposing, and walked with a confident stride.

The woman was petite and charming. She looked up at him and chatted with him, her smile as beautiful as a flower.

Even from a distance, you could tell they were a perfect couple, a sight to behold.

What a perfect couple!

He Jing subconsciously let out a sigh of admiration.

Lu Zhaolin, expressionless, placed the crumpled paper cup on the windowsill.

He didn't even wipe his hands, and his voice was so cold it felt like ice crystals were falling from them.

"Mr. He, regarding the access control issue of the underlying logical architecture, how about we take a look at the database in person? I think you'll be interested."

"Huh? Oh... okay, sure."

He Jing was confused, nodded, and followed Lu Zhaolin outside.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but turn back and glance at the young man downstairs who was about to enter the house.

That's strange.

He Jing muttered to himself.

"The more I look at it, the more I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"