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

PARKING LOT.

Lu Zhaolin accepted the coffee that Qingyuan handed him.

It was a little hot to the touch, but my palms finally warmed up slightly.

She didn't drink it. Looking at the dark brown liquid in the glass, she said wearily:

"Thanks."

Then, she raised one hand and rubbed her throbbing temples, shedding her usual strong facade:

"Lu Zhaoheng... has disappeared."

Those few words drained all her strength.

There was no hysteria or weeping; she simply stated a fact that threw her into disarray.

Lu Zhaoheng is not just a useless older brother who only knows how to spend money.

She was also the only remaining warmth in this huge, cold family that wasn't mixed with calculations of self-interest.

What good is winning the business war if he's gone?

At this time.

A hand crossed the polite distance between them and rested on her shoulder.

Warm, generous, and with just the right amount of force, it steadied her trembling body.

Lu Zhaolin stiffened, instinctively wanting to move away, but his body clung to this support and he didn't move.

She put her hand down and was stunned.

Qingyuan looked at her, his eyes devoid of their usual nonchalance, instead displaying a serene tranquility like a still lake.

"President Lu."

"I'll help you."

......

In fact, just a second before his hand landed, Qingyuan hesitated for a moment.

This is an overstepping of the bounds.

It was an offense from a subordinate to a superior, and from a man to a woman.

In the past, at this moment, he would probably have just handed over a tissue and said a few meaningless words.

But now, things are different.

The sight of the honest blacksmith picking up epiphyllum flowers last night was like a thorn stuck in his heart all night.

Even a simple-minded boy who is only at the first level of Qi Refining and knows nothing but blacksmithing dares to face his own heart under the moon for what he thinks.

how about you?

Qingyuan.

You are an ancestor of a sect.

With the lives and fortunes of countless people in his hands and a powerful cheat code behind him, why is he so timid?

Do I really want to live my life like an NPC in a game?

If you can't even handle the smallest troubles around you.

Even when the girl you like is in trouble, you don't dare to lend a hand.

What kind of immortality are they cultivating? What kind of Tao are they seeking?

I'd rather go home and grow sweet potatoes!

What is the essence of spiritual practice? Isn't it cultivating a spirit that allows one to follow one's heart and overcome all difficulties?

If you have feelings for her and think she's nice, then don't beat around the bush.

When it's time to act, don't be a coward!

Once he understood all this, the invisible shackles that had bound him all along shattered with a "crack".

Qingyuan's hand tightened, and his eyes became even more determined.

Lu Zhaolin stared blankly at the man in front of him.

Qingyuan has changed.

No longer a migrant worker with a fake smile and detached from the crowd.

He exuded a kind of dignified authority that made her feel at ease.

Lord Qingxian... he's back.

"Thump!"

There was no warning whatsoever.

Deep within Lu Zhaolin's brow, the jade pendant that had been in a semi-dormant state since her second life suddenly became hot!

The heat surged like a burst dam, engulfing the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is not the gentle warmth that is a warning sign of danger in the past.

It was a cheer and jubilation at seeing the "master"!

An unparalleled and boundless spiritual power surged within her body, as if it were about to burst forth to respond to the aura of the man before her!

Qingyuan opened his mouth, just about to ask if there were any clues about Lu Zhaoheng.

next second.

The world changed color.

Suddenly, the viewpoint shifts upwards.

Passing through the tops of office buildings, through the clouds, until it hangs high in the sky.

God's-eye view!

Beneath my feet lies a steel forest composed of countless shimmering lines and blocks.

The Huangpu River, shaped like a jade ribbon, meanders through the area, while the Oriental Pearl Tower resembles a tiny toothpick.

Shanghai!

Countless tiny lights twinkled in every corner of the city.

White, green, blue, and even a few extremely faint red dots, flickering on and off.

Familiar with.

So familiar!

The layout, the UI, and the unique overhead perspective.

Isn't this just the large map mode of "Ancestor Simulator"?!

This time, however, the map was no longer the Xuanhuang Great World, but the real Shanghai City beneath his feet!

Qingyuan was shocked, but in an instant, he was overwhelmed with joy.

Is it possible to have a God's-eye view in the real world now?

Although I don't know how it was triggered.

Perhaps it's because of the strange stone eggs in the Qi Sea?

Or is it a breakthrough in mindset?

Never mind that, saving lives is the priority!

Qingyuan moved his mind as if controlling a mouse in a game.

"Search! Target: Lu Zhaoheng!"

hum!

The whole world seemed to have been filtered.

With a flick of the large map, millions of bizarre and wonderful points of light instantly went out, turning into background.

in the dark.

Only three lonely points of light remained, stubbornly shining.

The two are located at the coordinates of the "Leapfrog Science and Technology Innovation Building" where he is currently located.

One is strong, and the other is weak.

The one that was strong was somewhat dazzling; it was most likely Lu Zhaolin standing beside him.

The third spot of light was located in the southwest corner of Shanghai, in a remote and desolate area of ​​abandoned factories in the suburbs.

Qingyuan's eyes lit up.

"Zoom in!"

The scene plummets rapidly, passing through dilapidated rooftops.

Inside a drafty, small bungalow.

Three figures were bound hand and foot with thick hemp rope and left lying haphazardly on the cement ground.

One of the men, wearing a wrinkled purple suit that couldn't hide his flamboyant nature despite being covered in gray, was Lu Zhaoheng.

His eyes were closed and his cheeks were red and swollen, clearly indicating that he had suffered some pain.

Lying beside him were Lu Zhangwu, whom I had seen in the photo, and a bald man I didn't recognize, both unconscious.

The viewpoint is shifted slightly outwards.

The open space outside the house.

It was five middle-aged men playing cards and eating boxed lunches around a folding table.

They were smoking and cursing, with baseball bats and a few not-so-long watermelon knives at their feet.

Just as Qingyuan was wondering who these people were,

A few small red tags popped up on their foreheads, which was very thoughtful of them.

Jiang Wenwang (Mid-stage Fetal Breathing/Rogue Cultivator), Evaluation: Weakling

[Chen Qiujia (Early Stage of Fetal Breathing/Random Cultivator), Evaluation: A weakling's feather]

[Huang Liang...]

A series of labels, all of them filled with insulting words.

Qingyuan almost burst out laughing.

Steady!

"receive!"

Qingyuan opened his eyes again.

Before him lay the still somewhat gloomy parking lot, and Lu Zhaolin, whose expression was a mixture of concern and surprise.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Qingyuan blinked and released his hand from Lu Zhaolin's shoulder.

His expression was strange:

"Um... Mr. Lu, I think I know where Young Master Lu is."

As the surging spiritual energy subsided, the burning sensation between his brows also disappeared. Lu Zhaolin asked in return, his voice still slightly unsteady:

"You found out?"

Her rational mind told her that this was impossible.

The police, private investigators, and even her informants in both the legal and illegal worlds couldn't find her.

Qingyuan just stood there for a while, touched her shoulder, and he knew?

But the unusual movement of the jade pendant just now, and her intuition as a reborn person, frantically reminded her:

Trust him.

Only he can do it.

"It's in the suburbs, an abandoned textile factory. I roughly know where it is."

Qingyuan didn't explain much.

There's really no way to explain it; I can't exactly say I cheated, can I?

From the moment I started looking at her, the way she was looking at me had been strange.

With curiosity, shock, and even... shyness?

Qingyuan was unsure.

Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this.

"Those guys don't look like good people, but they're not much better than you."

Qingyuan recalled the "weakling" assessment on the map, and his confidence soared:

"The two of us are enough."

In his view, Lu Zhaolin was a mysterious expert who could even block mind reading, and who knows what kind of deadly weapon he might be hiding.

Since the map didn't mark her in red, it means she's an allied force.

Two against five, the advantage is in my hands.

Lu Zhaolin concealed his unusual demeanor.

She didn't ask Qingyuan how he knew.

A tacit silence formed between the two, as if they were sharing an unspeakable secret.

"it is good."

She nodded and walked straight to a designated parking space not far away.

The car cover was lifted.

A sports car, exuding the elegance and ferocity of a deep-sea shark, lay there quietly.

Aston Martin DB11.

The entire surface is coated in quantum silver, which gleams with a metallic sheen under dim lighting.

The long hood, perfect waistline, and highly recognizable dual exhaust pipes at the rear all highlight the car's prestige and ferocity.

This is Lu Zhaolin's true nature.

Cold, powerful, and aloof.

She pressed the unlock button, the scissor doors swayed gracefully, and she plopped down in the passenger seat.

then.

She leaned forward slightly, crossed her long legs, and rested her elbows on the center console.

A fair hand pushed open the driver's side door from the inside.

Then, he lightly patted the leather seat cushion of the driver's seat twice.

Lu Zhaolin tilted his head, a few strands of hair falling beside his ear, and looked at Qingyuan.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Driver, shall we go?"