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

Chapter 90 A Treasured Asset (Please Subscribe!)

A villa on a hillside in Shanghai.

"Sis! Dear sis! Can you just tell me the truth?"

At this moment, Lu Zhaoheng no longer showed any sign of the dejected appearance of a victim.

He sat cross-legged on an Italian leather sofa, his face flushed with excitement.

"Then that blade... just 'whoosh'! And it even curved!"

"And that old dog Jiang something-or-other, one second he was going to slice me into sashimi, the next he was kneeling there grinning like an idiot and drooling!"

"If this were magic, even Liu Qian would have to kowtow twice!"

Lu Zhaolin pinched his slightly swollen brow, looking at his overly energetic and silly older brother, and felt a headache coming on.

Since I came back, there hasn't been a moment of peace.

"Are you a cultivator?"

Lu Zhaoheng suddenly leaned closer, lowering his voice mysteriously, "Our family is actually a family of cultivators, right? Do I also have some kind of... spiritual root? And can I fly on a sword?"

"Take Brother Qingyuan for example, I knew he was no ordinary person! The moment I saw him, I knew he was a real powerhouse!"

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Lu Zhaolin sighed and put down his wine glass.

The base of the glass clinked against the marble tabletop with a crisp "tap".

Lu Zhaoheng immediately shut up and sat up straight.

"Yes, and not entirely."

Lu Zhaolin slowly spoke: "This world has indeed changed, or rather, it has always been like this, but you couldn't see it before."

"Spiritual energy is like the receding tide."

"Hundreds of years ago, when the tide receded, the large ship ran aground, the immortals became legends, and the sorcerers became frauds."

She extended a slender finger and gently traced it through the air.

"Now, the tide is coming in."

"So-called cultivators are just people who can sense the moisture earlier than ordinary people and repair the broken ship sooner."

As for those families...

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Lu Zhaolin sneered: "Most of them are old relics left over from the last tide era, or nouveau riche who think they can fly just by holding half a tattered scroll in their hands."

"Jiang Wenwang is the kind of trash whose brains have been blown out of their minds by the waves."

Lu Zhaoheng was stunned. Although he didn't quite understand tidal theory, he grasped the key point: "What about you and Brother Qing? You were the ones who repaired the boat?"

Lu Zhaolin didn't answer directly, but vaguely replied, "I guess so."

"Qingyuan and I... have indeed had some unusual experiences, you'll find out later, but watch your mouth when you're out."

"Words can be dangerous. You probably don't want to be tied up like a pig in an abandoned factory again, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoheng's eyes became more serious than ever before, even somewhat wolfish: "Sis, I know I'm a scoundrel."

"He's never satisfied with anything he eats, and he's useless at everything he does. All he does is spend money and annoy you."

"But I'm not stupid."

He said, slowly and deliberately, "Today, Brother Qingyuan saved our lives."

"He is my second parents, and he is the closest older brother to me in this world besides you."

"If Lu Zhaoheng ever lets his mouth slip and betrays his benefactor..."

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"I'll jump off this roof myself without anyone else doing anything!"

Lu Zhaolin was taken aback.

A few hours ago flashed through my mind.

Bound up, weeping bitterly, yet still cursing Jiang Wenwang as "old beast" and "Don't touch my sister."

She was far away and couldn't hear clearly, but she could understand the desperate protectiveness in the face of her child.

She was trying to provoke the robbers so they would beg for their lives to save her.

The softest spot in my heart was touched.

"Alright, stop cursing yourself. You still need to stay alive to eat and drink well."

"You're my only brother. From now on, only I can bully you. No one else can."

Lu Zhaoheng's nose stung, and he felt like he was about to cry again. He quickly sniffled and forced a change of topic: "Then... what about Second Uncle? And Xu Quanfu, what should we do?"

"he?"

Lu Zhaolin picked up the wine glass and swirled it.

The dark red liquid clung to the glass, with the last bit settling at the bottom.

"My second uncle is a respectable man."

She took a sip of her drink and said indifferently, "He feels that he is getting old and is no longer suitable to handle the affairs of the group."

"Therefore, he signed the equity transfer agreement very voluntarily, giving me all the core shares held by the second wife at the lowest market price."

As for himself...

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"I heard he recently wanted to try something different, so he volunteered to take a few years of government-provided, secure employment there to cultivate his character."

"Xu Quanfu has embezzled a huge amount of money. He will most likely be working on a sewing machine in prison until his legs break."

Lu Zhaoheng shivered violently.

Listen to this, is this even human language?

Where is the dignity in this?

They were clearly stripped down to nothing, and yet they still had to say thank you!

But it also means...

Starting today.

The Lu Group, a vast conglomerate, has been completely freed from obstacles such as those who relied on their seniority and always tried to interfere.

"Come back to the old house with me tomorrow."

Lu Zhaolin put down his empty cup and looked out at the deep night: "Go see Grandpa. Some of the family rules need to be changed."

Taking control of the Lu family is only the first step.

Those opportunities, sacred sites, and powerful figures yet to rise to prominence that exist in past life memories...

It requires a massive amount of capital and connections to pave the way.

and..

Under the guise of rectifying family conduct and purging internal spies, it's a good opportunity to formally sit down and have a talk with He Jing of "Singularity Intelligence."

I don't think much of the He family's traditional martial arts techniques, but the characteristics of the "Turtle Breath Locking Technique"... are perfect for building a foundation in the early stages.

It's a versatile balm with high compatibility, helping those around you quickly overcome the fetal breathing stage.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Zhaoheng, who was grinning foolishly, her eyes gradually turning dangerous: "You shouldn't just stand around either."

"In a few days, I'll find you a teacher so you can practice properly."

"ah?!"

Lu Zhaoheng shuddered, feeling a chill on the back of his neck, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Shaxian snacks on the street.

"Auntie, don't worry, I wouldn't let myself go hungry, would I?"

Qingyuan made a series of assurances to the person on the other end of the phone before hanging up his aunt's check-up call.

He slurped up the last bit of vermicelli soup in the bowl.

The two million he received put him in a great mood, but the simple pleasures of street food, costing just a few dollars, were the most comforting.

Open the contacts list.

The finger hovered over the pink bunny avatar of "Gu Wanyin".

"It seems like... I haven't seen this rabbit for two days?"

I glanced at the neighbors' house before leaving this morning, but there was no sound.

I asked Aunt Liang, and she said that she was sent on a business trip by her company and left in a hurry.

"Can administrative staff travel for work?"

Qingyuan felt a little puzzled.

He opened the chat window and casually typed:

Are you busy? Be careful out there, don't overwork yourself.

The message had only been sent for less than two seconds.

"Ding-dong."

back in seconds.

[Gu Wanyin: Not busy at all! (。·ω·。)/☑ Just got back to the hotel! Qingyuan, have you had dinner yet?]

[Gu Wanyin: The West Lake fish in vinegar sauce here is so sour! >&1t; but the scenery is alright.]

[Gu Wanyin: This is a special mission assigned by General Manager Lu to conduct on-site research at the branch office in Hangzhou. It's a bit rushed, but General Manager Lu said it's to train me! (·) 1]

Gu Wanyin: Don't worry, Qingyuan-ge, I bought the fastest high-speed rail ticket back to Shanghai for tomorrow night. I absolutely, positively won't miss your birthday! (o日个)

As Qingyuan looked at the emoticons flying all over the screen, the image of Gu Wanyin's serious little face automatically popped into his mind, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

but...

"A special envoy from General Lu?"

Qingyuan touched his chin.

When did Lu Zhaolin become so concerned about his subordinates' career development?

They even sent a young girl who had just been promoted to a permanent position to Hangzhou for "research"?

"That's weird."

I have a feeling there's something fishy going on, or... some kind of inexplicable competitive spirit?

"Forget it, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, impossible to fathom."

Qingyuan shook his head and replied with "Keep going, we'll be waiting for you to come back."

Get up and pay the bill.

Stepping out of the small shop, a gentle night breeze was blowing.

The moon is very round tonight, hanging between two towering office buildings, so bright it seems unreal.

Qingyuan stood under the streetlight, raised his hand, palm up, and made a grasping motion towards the full moon.

With all five fingers clenched, it was as if they wanted to hold a sliver of moonlight in their palms.

"I used to think the moon was unattainable and useless except for being beautiful."

"Looking at it now..."

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He felt the warm pulse emanating from the stone egg within his dantian, which was about to hatch.

"No matter how far away something is, as long as it's within reach, it's not impossible to pull it down and take a look."

"Things are starting to look more and more promising."

Qingyuan smiled and released his grip.

Moonlight shone on the lines of his palm.

He put his hands in his pockets and blended into the colorful night.

Tingfeng Villa, located in the western suburbs of Shanghai.

A traditional Chinese residence hidden deep within a garden, which is also the headquarters of the He family.

Inside a dimly lit study.

He Jing knelt properly on the prayer mat, facing an elderly man with gray hair and a vigorous spirit.

The ancestor of the He family was He Shouding.

"Xiao Jing, is the news true?"

"Ancestor, it's been confirmed."

He Jing answered respectfully, his expression somewhat grave: "Although the police report from the abandoned textile factory was vague, it said it was an accident caused by a group fight."

"But my informant, who was planted in the precinct, took a look at the photos of the scene."

"Those guys... seem to have lost their minds."

"Jiang Wenwang was the most insane, constantly shouting things like 'Sun Wukong' and 'the masked man.'"

"But one thing is certain."

He Jing paused for a moment: "Their target this time is indeed the Lu family. They want to use the kidnapping of Lu Zhangwu to threaten our He family, and they intend to get their hands on the 'Turtle Breath Locking Yuan Method'."

He Shouding stopped what he was doing and sighed.

"well.....

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"In the Shanghai cultivator circle, our He family is like a walking piece of Tang Sanzang's flesh."

"Whether it's a rogue cultivator hiding in the gutter or a powerful family from another province reaching in, who wouldn't want a bite?"

"There's no other way. Our foundation is too weak. We can't win a fight, so we can only rely on this method of holding our breath to survive."

"This is a crime of possessing a treasure."

He Jing sensed the helplessness and hidden meaning in his ancestor's words.

Simply hiding won't work; they've already put a knife to your partner's throat.

The He family needs to change.

We need... strong reinforcements.

"Ancestor, what do you mean...?"

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"That girl from the Lu family, Lu Zhaolin, is no ordinary person."

He Shouding played with the jade walnut: "We managed to wipe out Jiang Wenwang and his gang of old foxes in one fell swoop, without leaving any evidence."

"You can't do that with just ordinary bodyguards."

"There must be a powerful figure behind her, perhaps even... a force we can't even imagine."

"Haven't you been working with her for quite a while?"

What is her character like?

"Mr. Lu..."

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He Jing recalled Lu Zhaolin's composed figure and said in a deep voice, "He is tough, but he always keeps his word and is very methodical in his work."

"Most importantly, she's very protective of her own people and very generous to them."

That's enough.

He Shouding nodded, as if he had made up his mind.

He stood up shakily and walked to a row of old bookshelves behind him.

In the most inconspicuous corner on the third floor, rummage around and search.

Finally, he pulled out an ancient, thread-bound book.

The paper is yellowed and the edges are worn.

He walked back and placed the booklet on the table in front of He Jing.

"This one will do."

He Jing looked closely.

On the cover, five large characters are written in a bold, flowing style—

The Turtle Breathing and Locking Method.

"Ancestor, this is the genuine article, you..."

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your life."

He Shouding sat back down on the futon, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Take it."

"Consider it a pledge of allegiance to the Ho family."

"It's also to... obtain a life-saving talisman in this chaotic world."