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

Pause, double-click, exit the game.

Exhale, inhale, exhale.

The conclusion doesn't even require thinking:

Games are no longer just a collection of virtual data, but a medium through which the "Mysterious World" influences reality.

The supernatural power "Mind Monkey" is irrefutable proof.

Qingyuan calmed himself down, picked up the mouse, and skillfully switched to the packet capture script.

Press Enter.

The screen code scrolls, and the result is only two lines:

Downloads: 1

[Rating: N/A]

the remaining?

Vanished without a trace.

The webpage that used to display the demo download is now just a cold "404 Not Found" message.

He refused to believe it, switched search engines, and searched through forums both domestically and internationally, but all relevant information had vanished.

The memory of the Internet has been erased by a far greater force.

Only the ink-wash style Tai Chi icon on the computer desktop remains quietly there.

A rare copy.

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"We have to play, we absolutely have to play."

Qingyuan closed the browser.

Before the thought of making videos to gain traffic could even arise, it was extinguished by the instinct for survival.

If something so obviously beyond the scope were to be publicized, even if it wasn't sliced ​​up, the only chance of immortality would probably be lost.

Making a fortune quietly is an eternal truth.

Since the game has become an extension of real-world cultivation, the weight of the word "sect" is completely different.

When a sect prospers, the path to enlightenment is open; when a sect perishes, the consequences are far more serious than simply deleting files.

It's possible that this body, weighing over 100 pounds, might also be buried along with it.

My phone on the corner of the table vibrated.

Qingyuan casually picked it up and glanced at it.

[Leapfrog Innovation · Human Resources Department: Mr. Qing, we cordially invite you to attend the final interview tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM on the 22nd floor of the building.]

Well, good things always seem to come in one fell swoop.

Qingyuan laughed and tossed his phone back onto the bedside table.

To run a sect, you can't do it without money; you can't expect that old Taoist priest in the Qi Refining stage to pay for your electricity and broadband bills.

I slept without any dreams.

The next morning.

There was no "alarm clock startling" Qingyuan was woken up by noise.

The young couple upstairs were exchanging uncivilized insults in their minds because the toothpaste cap wasn't screwed on properly.

The old man walking his dog downstairs stared at a pile of unpicked dog poop on the ground, cursing the property management company's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind.

My head is buzzing.

"Can't the passive ability of the 'Mind Monkey' be blocked?"

Qingyuan frowned, trying to suppress his thoughts.

It's amazing.

Visualize it as a door, and with a little intention, it snaps shut, and all is silent.

The world immediately became quiet, except for the chirping of sparrows outside the window.

After a quick wash, I grabbed my file folder and headed straight for the subway station.

......

The Shanghai Metro during the morning rush hour has always been a hellish experience.

Normally, if his back hurt from being bumped by the shopping cart behind him, Qingyuan would at least mutter a few words to himself.

Today?

The heart is like still water.

Looking at the other office workers around him, a sense of pity inexplicably rose in his heart.

This is probably a side effect of the "Mind Monkey" supernatural power: the spirit is elevated, but emotions become indifferent.

Commonly known as the "wise man's moment".

His gaze swept over several scantily clad girls.

Even though the other person had a hot body, Qingyuan was completely unmoved; he found it more interesting to go back and study the code.

"It's over."

His heart skipped a beat, and he looked down at himself.

"The Japanese teacher with hundreds of gigabytes of data on drive E will probably be left to languish in the cold palace from now on."

......

Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation Building, located in the heart of the CBD.

The glass curtain wall reflected the blinding sunlight.

Qingyuan straightened his not-so-expensive shirt collar and stepped into the building.

I just got off the elevator.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Qing?"

I bumped into a man carrying a cardboard box and moving it out.

His signature Mediterranean hairstyle, paired with a perpetually dejected face—former team leader, Yu Jianglong.

When Zeng Qingyuan was laid off, he patted his shoulder in a pretentious manner and said, "It's also a kind of experience," but the schadenfreude on his face was impossible to hide.

Yu Jianglong was taken aback, then glanced at the resume folder in Qingyuan's hand, and his mocking smile deepened:

"You're here to try your luck too? Don't blame me for not warning you, this Leapfrog Innovation is backed by the Lu Group, not some makeshift operation like ours. Just the academic qualifications alone will screen us out."

He seemed to want to see a hint of embarrassment on Qingyuan's face, even just a little.

Unfortunately, Qingyuan just smiled faintly.

With a slight movement of consciousness, the "door" opened a crack.

Yu Jianglong's true feelings were even more cutting than his words:

"Ugh, what bad luck! I just got rejected by HR for being 'rigid-minded and not meeting the requirements for innovation,' and now this guy shows up?"

"Hey, anyway, I was just trying to save on compensation, and the bald boss tricked me into leaving."

Everyone's unemployed these days, so how can you, a fresh graduate, possibly be any better than me? You're just relying on your good relationships with women.

interesting.

Qingyuan didn't even have the desire to refute.

Now that our statuses are different, if we really argue with Yu Jianglong, it would make the old ancestor seem petty.

"Thanks for your guidance, Brother Yu. Since we're already here, we might as well give it a try. What if it works?"

"Oh, then try it slowly."

Yu Jianglong, feeling foolish, rolled his eyes, picked up the box, and walked away grumbling.

When Qingyuan walked to the waiting area, there were already quite a few people sitting there.

On the surface, everyone was sitting upright and proper, but in reality, the air was thick with a suffocating sense of unease.

"Don't ask me about microservice architecture... I spent all night memorizing it yesterday and still couldn't remember it."

"That girl in front of me is so pretty... Oh no, I got distracted and didn't even memorize my self-introduction."

"I still need to pay two thousand yuan back on Alipay... If this order falls through..."

Countless voices intertwined, like a tangled mess.

Qingyuan found a corner and relaxed his posture.

About twenty minutes.

"Mr. Qingyuan."

With a greeting, Qingyuan stood up, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door to enter.

The interview room was spacious and bright, with only one table.

There was only one person behind the table.

Young, far too young.

Lu Zhaolin.

A well-known iron lady in Shanghai's business circles, and the head of the Lu family's eldest branch.

Rumor has it that she often wears black and gray haute couture and is serious and unsmiling.

Today, however, the situation is completely different.

A minimalist, off-white silk shirt with a loosely tailored collar that reveals a glimpse of her jade-like collarbone.

Without the gold-rimmed glasses obscuring her eyes, her gaze appeared even more lively, and her hair was casually pulled back.

She looks more like a young lady who has just returned from studying abroad than a CEO, even with a touch more scholarly air.

Qingyuan sat down, his gaze briefly meeting Qingyuan's.

Even in a state of "wise man's mode," one can't help but admire a beautiful appearance.

Lu Zhaolin lowered his head, his long, slender fingers turning a page of the resume: "Qingyuan, graduated from Nanjing University, previously led..."

His voice was clear and cool, not harsh.

"His aura is powerful; in a game, he'd be at least a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection expert."

Qingyuan thought to himself, instinctively wanting to find out more.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the source of confidence that comes from "the restless mind".

With focused intention, the tendrils extend silently.

however.

Hollow.

The moment the thought touched it, it was gently bounced away by some indescribable barrier.

Was it blocked?

Are there really extraordinary people in the real world?!

Across the table.

Lu Zhaolin paused in his movements, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In a dimension imperceptible to ordinary people, a phantom jade pendant between the eyebrows suddenly became hot.

This was a gift from Qingxianjun in her past life, given to her casually, and it accompanied her across time to live a second life.

The jade pendant serves as a warning, suggesting only one possibility.

Lu Zhaolin suppressed the shock that was enough to overturn the table and tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"So early?!"

"Even if you are a future immortal lord... there are no signs of the world's spiritual energy recovering yet, how could you have already cultivated spiritual consciousness?"

A storm raged within him, but his face remained impassive.

"Mr. Qing, I have reviewed your project experience. The logical architecture for 'smart warehousing' is written with great expertise, unlike that of a newcomer."

Qingyuan quickly withdrew his probing, a chill running down his spine, and adjusted his mindset.

"Mr. Lu, you flatter me. As a backend developer, I also have some clumsy ideas about concurrent processing and data distribution."

Putting aside the cultivation of immortality filter, he also possesses solid skills and a wealth of knowledge.

Both had their own thoughts, yet their conversation went surprisingly smoothly.

In less than half an hour, the decision was made.

"As for salary, it's 28,000, with 16 months' pay."

Lu Zhaolin closed his resume and presented a number that even fresh graduates wouldn't dare to dream of.

"The position is a core backend developer, reporting directly to me."

She understood that the so-called "smart warehousing" was just a facade.

Keeping people under your watchful eye, thereby forging a positive connection, is the greatest opportunity to be reborn.

"become."

Qingyuan wasn't one to be sentimental, and he was even a little excited.

After all, even the patriarch needs to make a living.

"Mr. Lu, if I may be so bold as to ask... is it possible to receive an advance of half a month's salary?"

Qingyuan rubbed his hands together, quite frankly: "The rent is a bit tight this month, and I don't want to compromise my principles for a few thousand yuan."

Lu Zhaolin was stunned.

The once aloof figure now overlaps with the young people struggling to pay rent.

It has a more down-to-earth feel, making it feel more authentic.

"Granted."

This small amount of money, exchanged for a favor, is a steal.

Both parties were delighted as they left the meeting room.

Qingyuan felt he had met the biggest spender of his life. Not only was the money generous, but the job was also easy. It was practically tailor-made for a part-time cultivator like him.

Lu Zhaolin even thought this deal was worth it, even if he lost money.

Qingxianjun not only entered the game ahead of time, but also owed her a favor. In the future, the Lu family has already seized the initiative on the path to immortality.

"Old Yu."

Passing through the lobby, I saw that Yu Jianglong hadn't left yet and was waiting for a ride-hailing car to load up his belongings.

Qingyuan walked briskly, not stopping as he passed by him.

"If you're lucky enough to get into another subsidiary, you'll probably have to change how you address me next time you see me."

He didn't care how green Yu Jianglong's face had turned behind him.

He pushed open the door and went out.

The midday sun was intense, and it felt warm and cozy on my skin.

My stomach rumbled in agreement.

Qingyuan looked up at the sky.

The clouds drifted by, showing no signs of apocalyptic collapse or chaotic chaos between immortals and demons.

All I felt was the peace of mind that I could get my job sorted out and pay Aunt Liang's rent back immediately.