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

A long-abandoned textile factory on the outskirts of the city.

Jiang Wenwang held a cigarette between his fingers, the cigarette butt glowing crimson, its light flickering.

"Brother, I don't understand."

Chen Qiujia slammed the playing cards on the table, a frown forming between his brows.

"Since that kid surnamed He is lucky to be alive and has the item in his hands, why not just find an opportunity to trip him up?"

"Why go through all this trouble, kidnapping a few useless members of the Lu family?"

"Brother Cai is broken."

Jiang Wenwang flicked his cigarette ash:

"For people like us who are struggling to survive, desperate measures are a last resort; using our brains is the right way."

"Lu's Leapfrog Technology and He Jing are currently in a honeymoon period, and their cooperation is in full swing."

"The He family's shell is too tough to crack, yet we can't handle a mere mortal family reeking of money?"

"With the Lu family's lifeline in our hands, we can use it as a springboard to exert pressure. In order to prevent his project from failing, He Jing will have to obediently sit down and talk."

Jiang Wenwang's eyes flickered, revealing a calculating glint:

"Even if things go wrong and we get into trouble, the Lu family will be the ones to take the blame."

"Who gave us the right to use their family feud as a pretext?"

Chen Qiujia nodded in agreement and gave a thumbs up:

"It has to be the eldest brother, he's quick-witted."

"Of course, if we hadn't been able to count, we old folks in the embryonic stage would have become fertilizer in the wilderness decades ago."

Jiang Wenwang sneered, his gaze instead turning fiery:

"Moreover, don't underestimate the Lu family. They are a behemoth in the secular world, with terrifying resources."

"If we can really hold this golden goose in our hands, even if all we do in the future is help collect some unknown old medicines and ancient jade, it will be a steady stream of income for us."

As he spoke, he adopted an almost morbidly fanatical tone:

"Second brother, you know that things have changed. With Brother Cai gone, we have no one to rely on."

"However, a few days ago, an important person from Hangzhou contacted me through special channels."

"That's a truly powerful figure! He hinted that as long as we stir up trouble in Shanghai, or have some impressive credentials to offer..."

"Then we'll no longer be rootless duckweed. Even if we become dogs for the adults, it'll be a hundred times better than living like rats, constantly hiding!"

"Is...is there really such an important person?"

Chen Qiujia swallowed hard, feeling a little dizzy from being hit by the big pancake.

"Otherwise, why would I bother?"

Jiang Wenwang stood up, grabbed a watermelon knife from the table, and weighed it in his hand:

"Alright, let's not talk about these empty words. Now that we have the cards to play with the second wife's side, all we need is the final push."

"I've heard that Lu Zhaolin, the eldest daughter of the Lu family, is quite a tough one."

"Two old good-for-nothings won't be enough to threaten her. We need to make our 'precious gem' suffer a bit before she'll feel sorry for her."

……

The iron gate was pushed open.

The room was cold and damp.

Lu Zhangwu and Xu Quanfu had long since fainted, no different from dead dogs.

As for Lu Zhaoheng, although his eyes were closed, his breathing rate was noticeably more rapid than the other two.

Jiang Wenwang didn't even bother to look at the two old men, and squatted down in front of Lu Zhaoheng.

The cold blade slapped against Lu Zhaoheng's slightly swollen face.

"Young Master Lu, stop pretending."

"I'm a rough man, and I can tell the difference between genuine and feigned dizziness. We're all honest people, so why bother?"

Lu Zhaoheng did not move.

Jiang Wenwang didn't force him to open his eyes. He sighed, plunged the tip of the knife into a crack in the concrete floor, and slowly said with his back to Lu Zhaoheng:

"I know you don't want to wake up. These days, sometimes it's more comfortable to be asleep than awake."

"Too bad you got such a good sister."

"Lu Zhaolin...hey, she's really a beauty, and a ruthless female CEO at that."

"Tell me, what if I chopped off a few of your fingers and sent them to her, or scratched up your pretty boy face that you're so proud of, and sent her a video of it?"

Jiang Wenwang clicked his tongue twice, as if he were appraising some work of art:

"Do you think that woman, who always acts superior, might kneel before me, crying and begging me to accept the Lu family's shares?"

"When the time comes, if we turn her into a cultivation furnace for us brothers, or give her as a reward to the master, tsk tsk..."

The "corpse" on the ground suddenly stopped trembling.

"Old beast."

The three words were ground out one by one from between the teeth.

Jiang Wenwang raised an eyebrow and turned around.

He met a pair of bloodshot, frighteningly red eyes.

Lu Zhaoheng.

A good-for-nothing young master who would jump at the sight of a mouse and only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun.

At that moment, she stared at him with eyes that looked like she wanted to eat him alive.

"Oh, you're awake? You're in such a hurry?"

Fuck you!

Lu Zhaoheng, with a strength he didn't know he had, arched his body despite his hands and feet being bound, trying to headbutt Jiang Wenwang.

"Bang!"

Jiang Wen didn't even look, and kicked him right in the chest.

Lu Zhaoheng slid back half a meter, curling up like a shrimp, and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

Before I could recover, a sharp pain shot through my scalp.

Jiang Wenwang grabbed his meticulously styled hair, lifted his head up, and forced him to look up at him.

"Pooh!"

The mockery on Jiang Wenwang's face vanished, and strange, blood-red lines appeared on his neck due to his emotional agitation.

"In my entire life, I hate people like you who were born into privilege but are ultimately worthless!"

"You're just occupying a position without doing anything, we've poured tons of resources into you, what can you do besides eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring?"

"If I had half, no, a tenth! I'd have mastered Qi cultivation by now! Why would I be wasting my breath talking to trash like you?"

Lu Zhaoheng was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face.

He could only look at the furious cultivator in front of him.

He suddenly wasn't afraid anymore.

He was afraid of pain, afraid of death, and afraid of never being able to drink red wine or drive a sports car again.

But I'm even more afraid that Zhaolin will actually fall into Jiang Wenwang's hands.

If he were a dead man, he wouldn't have any leverage, right?

If I anger him and he kills me...

Lu Zhaoheng stared at Jiang Wenwang's face, which was contorted with jealousy, and smiled.

"Pfft."

Lu Zhaoheng endured the excruciating abdominal pain.

Even with tears streaming down his face, he wore an extremely irritating look of pity.

"What are you barking like a dog?"

He took a breath and continued:

"You've lived most of your life, yet you're still hiding in this moldy, dilapidated factory, eating boxed lunches."

"You say I was born into a good family, I don't deny that, but isn't that what angers you the most?"

"Even if I really am a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, I can still eat and play whatever I want."

"And you—"

"Even if you risk your life, you're just a maggot in a stinking ditch; you'll die if you get even a little bit of light."

"With your filthy appearance, you dare mention my sister?"

"Old man, take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror."

"You even complain that your hands are dirty when you're carrying her shoes!"

These words were laced with poison, precisely piercing Jiang Wenwang's heart, a lowly rogue cultivator, filled with both inferiority and arrogance.

"grass!"

Jiang Wenwang broke down.

He channeled his spiritual energy, raised his leg, and aimed at Lu Zhaoheng's head.

If this kick goes through, even a celestial being would have to prepare for a feast.

Lu Zhaoheng closed his eyes in despair, two hot tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Zhaolin, I really stood up for myself this time... In my next life, I'll try to be smarter..."

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door.

It rang.

"roll!!"

Jiang Wenwang was furious. He roared and prepared to kick the kid to death before dealing with the people outside the door.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking continued steadily and persistently.

"I fucking!"

Jiang Wenwang was completely enraged. He put down his foot with murderous intent, turned around, and rushed to the door in three quick steps.

He wanted to see which clueless idiot was it!

"Splash!"

Doorway.

Standing there was a young man wearing a hoodie and jeans.

The sunlight shone down from behind, making it difficult to see faces clearly.

The young man bowed slightly and said politely:

"Hello, checking your water meter."

"......"

Jiang Wenwang's mind went blank for a moment.

This is an abandoned factory! Go check your water meter, you son of a bitch!

Are you kidding me?

As a rogue cultivator who had spent many years living on the edge of death, Jiang Wenwang's body reacted faster than his brain.

Almost at the same time I heard those three words.

The watermelon knife in his hand, imbued with the spiritual power of a mid-stage embryonic breathing cultivator, was aimed directly at the young man's neck!

"die!"

Without any hesitation, the attack was a killing blow.

however.

The moment the blade touched the young man.

His smile never wavered; he was like a vibrant, colorful bubble.

"Pop".

A soft sound.

Broken, vanished without a trace.

"Illusion...?"

Jiang Wenwang's eyes widened, and the inertia caused him to stagger forward two steps.

Clang.

The watermelon knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

It was as if the whole world was rejecting him.

In the sky.

Two enormous suns, burning with crimson-gold flames, filled the entire field of vision.

Jiang Wenwang sees through the terrifying "scorching sun".

I could vaguely see a giant ape, all white with a golden headband.

He merely lowered his head and glanced indifferently at the insect.

"Sizzle."

Jiang Wenwang's mouth was so wide open that it dislocated.

The brain was burned out, leaving a blank slate.

"Tap, tap."

Footsteps sounded.

Qingyuan reappeared.

He entered the house, bypassed Jiang Wenwang, and came to Lu Zhaoheng, who was already terrified and had his eyes closed, waiting to die.

He reached out, pulled out a small knife, and cleanly cut the rope.

"Young Master Lu, I didn't expect this. He usually seems a bit unreliable, but he's quite the tough guy when it matters. He's a real man."

A familiar voice came from inside.

Lu Zhaoheng shuddered.

When I opened my eyes, I could see Qingyuan clearly.

He paused for two seconds.

then.

"Wow!!!"

"Brother-in-law!!!"

"Waaaaah... Why did you take so long to get here?!"

"I'm so miserable! That old dog hit me! And he even tried to mess with Zhaolin! Waaaaah... I thought I'd never get to eat your birthday cake in this lifetime!"

Qingyuan's lips twitched, and he tried to pull his leg away in disgust, only to find that the guy was holding on tighter than a pair of iron clamps.

He sighed.

Pat this "hero's" messy, unkempt hair.

"Alright, alright, it's nothing."

"Get up! Don't make a fool of yourself. Don't you care about your reputation anymore?"