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

Rental housing.

Seeing that the blacksmith was as wooden as a statue, he went to pick up the petals of the night-blooming cereus from the ground.

Qingyuan sank back into his gaming chair, letting out a long sigh, unsure whether it was envy or relief.

"This kid's got some skills."

Whether he was emotionally mature or not is another matter, but what Qingyuan truly valued was the "human touch" that Ou Yeheng possessed from the streets.

Both Shu Yan and Chai Wu are indeed formidable.

A person with a clear mind becomes more and more extraordinary than an ordinary person the more they cultivate themselves.

One of them had cultivated his body to the point of becoming a mountain, and all he could think about was fighting and protecting his own.

Being a henchman is a top-tier requirement.

To become the sect leader?

It's a little undercooked.

After Guanhuamen, the territory expanded and the people became more diverse, so relying solely on lofty authority and hard fists was no longer enough.

There must always be someone who can stoop down and understand what the people below are thinking; this is what makes them humane and provides the confidence needed to manage the entire clan.

"We've finally found a successor."

Qingyuan muttered to himself.

Through the image of the man and woman, still separated by a thin layer of paper, he saw his own reflection.

In reality, isn't he just another "Ou Yeheng"?

Lu Zhaolin, a powerful female CEO, subtly and quietly etched his birthday into her heart.

Gu Wanyin, a timid rabbit, went to great lengths to find out the color of a scarf she had knitted herself, even in the sweltering summer heat.

Is he wooden?

He's not some clueless greenhorn who knows nothing but blacksmithing.

This very clarity of mind left Qingyuan even more bewildered.

It felt like being sandwiched between two red-hot iron plates; moving either side would be too hot to handle.

Qingyuan tilted his head back, rested his head on his arm, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

"never mind."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered a self-deprecating remark:

"Things will work themselves out in the end, whatever happens, happens."

Even if one is currently considered a "reserve immortal," the emotional debts in the mortal world are the most difficult hurdle to overcome.

I glanced at the time; it was almost midnight.

As for the "Mountain God Sacrifice" in the game targeting the Imperial Sword Sect, we'll have to wait a few more days for the players to grow their wealth; it can't be rushed.

"sleep!"

pat.

Turn off the computer and turn off the lights.

The room fell into darkness.

......

The neon lights of the city are still barely clinging to life.

It's the perfect time to party at a hidden underground bar.

"That kid... next time we meet, I'll definitely get him drunk..."

Lu Zhaoheng staggered out of the luxurious private room.

He wore a purple suit with his shirt wide open, his tie nowhere to be found, and he reeked of alcohol.

In preparation for the "highest-level birthday banquet," I specially invited a few friends from the industry to advise me today, and before I knew it, I had drunk too much.

The corridor was dimly lit and there were no waiters.

Lu Zhaoheng walked forward while holding onto the wall, his steps not in a straight line, but twisting like a snake.

As I passed a private room that wasn't fully closed, I could hear a low, muffled voice coming from inside.

I intended to skip this step.

But that voice sounded so familiar.

It carried a cunning and gloomy air, along with an arrogant self-righteousness.

Lu Zhaoheng's confused mind went blank for a moment.

The voice... why does it sound so much like my second uncle, Lu Zhangwu?

This point?

In a rotten place where only alcoholics and drug addicts exist?

Alcohol can cause dizziness and, more importantly, fuel excessive curiosity.

Lu Zhaoheng crept closer, like a gecko clinging to the crack in the door, ears perked up.

"...The product is in hand...Leap Forward in Science and Technology Innovation..."

"As long as they fall into chaos... that brat Lu Zhaolin... won't care..."

"Click."

A bucket of ice water was poured over his head.

Lu Zhaoheng's eyes, blurry from drunkenness, suddenly widened.

My drowsiness vanished completely, and cold sweat seeped directly from my back.

It really is my second uncle!

That old bastard, he's been quiet for a couple of days and now he's trying to make a move on Zhaolin again?

What does "things are in chaos over there" mean?

Are we going to push for a leap forward in scientific and technological innovation?

Although Lu Zhaoheng was a playboy who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, he could still distinguish right from wrong.

If anyone dares to touch his capable and protective sister, it's worse than touching his manhood!

Lu Zhaoheng's hands trembled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Unlock and start recording.

His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat, so loudly that he was afraid the people inside would hear it.

The voices inside were very soft, but the occasional snippets of conversation sent chills down his spine.

"Singularity Intelligence...cooperation...take them away..."

"...Xu Quanfu, if this succeeds, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits..."

Lu Zhaoheng gritted his teeth and gripped his phone tightly.

The proof is like a mountain!

With this, I'll hand it over to Zhaolin and make sure he uproots these parasites!

Just as he was recording with great enthusiasm, he even forgot to breathe due to excessive nervousness.

The sounds from inside the private room stopped.

A deathly silence without warning.

"Um?"

Lu Zhaoheng was stunned for a moment, then instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

withdraw!

His intuition told him that this was not a place to stay for long.

He had just turned around.

"Squeak—"

The door to the private room behind me opened.

The rustling sound of a heavy object being dragged across a cheap carpet.

Lu Zhaoheng's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head.

Three unfamiliar middle-aged men walked out of the private room.

They were dragging the two people along as if they were dead pigs.

One of them was Xu Wang's uncle, Xu Quanfu, who was the deputy manager.

The other man, whose designer suit had been torn to shreds, revealing a red thermal undershirt underneath, was slumped over, seemingly oblivious to his fate.

It was none other than my second uncle, Lu Zhangwu, who was just giving orders!

The three middle-aged men walked along, chatting casually as if nothing had happened.

"Ha, what a big fish, we've caught them all."

"The Lu family delivered the person to us themselves, saving us a lot of trouble."

Lu Zhaoheng stood in the middle of the corridor.

Their eyes met in the dim light.

"Well......"

The air froze for two seconds.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at Lu Zhaoheng's flashy purple suit with great interest.

"Oh my, what a coincidence!"

Jiang Wenwang took the cigarette from between his fingers and chuckled.

"We were just complaining that the old man wasn't heavy enough to handle the Lu family girl, but here comes a more suitable one!"

His gaze sent chills down Lu Zhaoheng's spine.

It doesn't look like looking at a person.

It's like a hunter examining a chicken in a cage, or a market vendor looking at meat on a cutting board.

It was a kind of unconventional, superior indifference.

"that......"

Lu Zhaoheng chuckled dryly, slowly backing away, trying to make his voice sound less shaky:

"Gentlemen, let's continue our conversation..."

"I went into the wrong restroom, please help..."

After saying that, he suddenly turned around and ran away.

"Trying to run away?"

A light, mocking voice came from behind.

"Hey, buy two get one free, business is booming today."

A sharp, piercing sound ripped through the air.

Lu Zhaoheng felt as if the back of his head had been kissed hard by a heavy hammer.

"Thump!"

An unsharpened blade, in a bizarre arc that completely defies the laws of physics, hits its target with pinpoint accuracy.

He didn't even utter a sound.

Young Master Lu rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the carpet in the corridor, his phone flying far away.

"take away."

Jiang Wenwang waved his hand, as if dealing with a trivial piece of trash.

......

The next morning.

After parking his car, Qingyuan planned to buy a cup of coffee to wake himself up.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar figure standing next to a reserved parking space in the parking lot.

Lu Zhaolin.

Instead of her usual black and gray business attire, she wore a dark red trench coat today.

She had her back to us, her phone pressed tightly to her ear, whispering something.

Someone else definitely wouldn't be able to hear it at that distance.

But Qingyuan is now a cheat code with all five senses.

Concentrate slightly.

"...Yes, we checked them all. The surveillance footage after 11 PM last night was all static..."

"...The net was cast, and everyone vanished as if they'd evaporated...Even Xu Quanfu disappeared. All my elaborate scheme was for nothing..."

His voice betrayed an unusual unease and a barely perceptible worry.

"...The worst part is that bastard Lu Zhaoheng! His phone has been off all night! Normally he'd be crying and begging me for hangover soup by now..."

Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Lu Zhangwu and Lu Zhaoheng, along with a senior executive, have all disappeared.

......

Lu Zhaolin's knuckles turned white as he gripped his phone.

Last night was supposed to be her carefully planned "day to reap the rewards".

He deliberately created a flaw to lure Xu Quanfu, that greedy parasite, into contacting Lu Zhangwu.

She even prepared the "bystander" who caught the adulterer and the subsequent press releases.

We need to solidify the evidence so that the second wife can be completely removed from the core of the group.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Instead of the east wind, the platform was overturned.

"Three perfectly healthy people, just gone like that?"

Lu Zhaolin hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his racing heart.

A typical kidnapping?

impossible.

Xu Quanfu had bodyguards placed by her, and Lu Zhangwu valued his life more than anything.

They can handle everything silently and without leaving a trace...

Having been reborn from the future, Lu Zhaolin had an absurd yet unique explanation pop into his mind.

"Cultivator."

"Remnants of the last spiritual energy era, or some rogue cultivators from unorthodox sects?"

Only those who possess superhuman strength and disregard mortal laws can accomplish these things.

Why did they kidnap Lu Zhangwu?

Lu Zhaolin quickly sorted through his memories.

At this point in time, the mass disappearance of the Lu family's top executives had not occurred in the previous life.

The butterfly effect.

The only variable is her recent in-depth collaboration with He Jing of "Singularity Intelligence".

The He family's "Turtle Breathing and Yuan Locking Method".

They are madmen who don't want to wait to die when the spiritual energy is depleted!

Once the thought process is clear, the situation becomes much more apparent.

"Are they trying to pressure He Jing by using Feiyue Science & Technology? Or are they trying to use our people as bargaining chips?"

If it were only Lu Zhangwu and Xu Quanfu, Lu Zhaolin wouldn't even frown.

Two pieces destined to be useless were caught, which saved her from getting her hands dirty.

What really made her temples throb was that idiot!

Lu Zhaoheng!

He's a useless older brother who always wears flashy clothes, is good for nothing, can't eat anything, and can only yell "Sister, save me!"

How did he disappear along with us?!

"A complete idiot who's good for nothing and good for making things worse!"

Lu Zhaolin gritted his teeth and cursed, but he couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart.

In her past life, until her death, this silly brother lived a carefree life, occasionally giving her two ugly and expensive clothes to cheer her up.

Although he was useless, he was one of the few sources of warmth for Lu Zhaolin in this world.

If it falls into the hands of a group of ruthless cultivators...

"President Lu."

Just as her thoughts were in turmoil.

A gentle voice sounded from behind.

"Is this beautiful female boss practicing yelling at thin air so early in the morning? Looks like she's having some trouble?"

Lu Zhaolin turned around in astonishment.

A few steps away.

Qingyuan held two steaming cups of coffee in his hands.

He swirled his coffee, his eyes clear:

"Everyone gets a share, how about you do me the honor? Finish your drink before you start criticizing, to clear your throat?"

I don't know what happened.

The moment I saw Qingyuan.

Lu Zhaolin felt fear towards the unknown cultivation forces and anxiety about the safety of his family.

It seemed as if the ice and snow had melted away, and it faded away strangely.

The sky is falling down.

It doesn't seem so scary anymore.