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

Chapter 92: Prelude to the Birthday, the Tide is Approaching! (Please Subscribe!)

"The Imperial Sword Sect, the Undying Sword Tomb..."

There's no need to elaborate on this.

Whether it's the still unfinished "Destiny: Journey to the West" or the wisp of sword intent left between heaven and earth by the peerless sword immortal who calls himself "Taibai".

They were all like invisible threads, eventually converging at the forbidden area of ​​the Imperial Sword Sect.

Qingyuan's gaze shifted slightly, sweeping over the earthen-yellow, tripod-shaped light spot marked with the words "Great Liao Dynasty".

Is the nation's destiny protecting it?

The lineage of the Human Emperor?

In the past, it might have taken some effort to infiltrate.

But now, isn't there a perfect sucker delivered right to our doorstep?

The Ninth Prince, named Situ Mu, was traveling incognito all over the map when Zhu Ming happened to run into him.

As long as this thread remains unbroken, the Liao Dynasty will eventually be able to make its move.

Finally, our gaze drifts to the far north of the map.

Crossing the desolate Langdang Mountain, traversing the vast desert with its flying sand and stones, we arrived at a snow-covered, extremely cold land.

The verdant, ruler-shaped light spot stood out conspicuously against the vast expanse of white.

My ruler...

Qingyuan rubbed his temples.

Not only is the journey long, but to get there, one must pass through the northern desert.

The desert was the territory of a group of ascetic monks.

【Daimiao Temple】.

Just think about how stubborn the young monk Juexin is. If he were to run into a bunch of similar old monks, the verbal sparring alone would be enough to give him a hard time.

I was just about to think about it more carefully.

A strong feeling of dizziness washed over me.

My eyelids feel dry and my head is throbbing with pain.

The memory that spanned countless ages was only seen for a short while.

But he directly confronted the indescribable terror of the "fall of an immortal."

In other words, his soul has been strengthened several times now; if it were someone else, they would probably go crazy on the spot.

"I can't take it anymore."

Qingyuan blinked hard, but instead of waking up, he became even more drowsy.

pat.

After shutting down the computer, Qingyuan threw himself onto the bed without even washing up.

Almost the instant my head hit the pillow, my breathing became long and even.

The next day, in the morning.

Feiyue Science and Technology Innovation Building, Core R&D Department.

Qingyuan had just put down his backpack and hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly.

"Oh my, our busy man has finally arrived!"

With a shout, several heads immediately crowded around.

Lin Can held a cookie in his hand, looking concerned: "Xiao Yuan, why did you suddenly take the day off yesterday? This isn't like you."

ah."

Liu Cheng also lowered his voice: "That's right, I heard from Lao Zhou that you weren't feeling well?"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch Qingyuan's forehead, but Qingyuan smiled and blocked her.

"It's nothing, I just caught a bit of a chill yesterday and felt really dizzy. I lay in bed for half a day after I got home, and I feel much better now."

Qingyuan chuckled, looking completely at ease.

I can't exactly say I went to be a hero and save a damsel in distress, plus I had to settle a family feud, can I?

That sounds even more absurd than "catching a cold".

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Lin Can didn't press him for details.

She glanced around to make sure the leader wasn't nearby, then mysteriously slid the swivel chair closer: "As long as you're alright."

"But you weren't here yesterday, so you missed out on a huge scoop!"

Liu Cheng nodded vigorously, his fat face jiggling, "Yes, yes, yes! The whole company is talking about it!"

Qingyuan picked up his coffee, took a sip, and asked cooperatively, "Oh? How big of a melon?"

Lin Can's tone was filled with shock and awe: "Lu Zhangwu from the second branch of the Lu family, and Xu Quanfu from the personnel department, the one whose nephew caused trouble in the cafeteria before."

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"They're all inside!"

"I heard he's suspected of embezzlement and other huge economic crimes; the police went directly to his home to take him away!"

"The most ingenious part is that, it's said that President Lu had already gathered evidence and was just waiting for this moment to take them all down!"

"Yeah yeah."

Liu Cheng exclaimed with admiration, "I never would have guessed! President Lu is usually so cold, but his methods... wow, truly ruthless!"

"Now, I doubt anyone in the entire group will dare to challenge her."

Qingyuan listened to their discussion, his feelings were slightly complicated.

Is this the perspective of the person involved?

"Yes, that's really impressive."

Qingyuan echoed, his gaze passing through the ceiling to the top-floor office.

I wonder what that decisive and ruthless female CEO is feeling right now?

Things should be a little easier now.

After all, the thorn in my heart has been removed.

In the corridor.

He Jing hung up the phone.

"Is Mr. Lu not available? He won't be free until tonight?"

He frowned.

He brought the "Turtle Breathing and Yuan Locking Method" with him today on special occasion.

I wanted to strike while the iron was hot, finalize the details of the cooperation, and at the same time express the He family's sincerity.

They came up empty-handed.

He Jing shook his head, tucked the file containing the secret manual into his pocket, and prepared to leave.

He paused for a moment as he passed the glass wall of the core R&D department.

I happened to see Qingyuan sitting in the corner by the window, deep in thought, holding a coffee cup.

It seemed that they had noticed the gaze.

Qingyuan turned his head to the side.

She smiled at him naturally and raised her glass in acknowledgment.

He Jing nodded politely in return, but continued walking without stopping.

But a question arose in my mind.

He recalled the message that one of his informants had secretly delivered last night.

"Yesterday at the scene, the little tyrant of the Lu family kept following a young man and calling him 'Big Brother.' I heard... Jiang Wenwang's gang was defeated by this young man."

The look described by the informant was somewhat similar to that of the technician drinking coffee inside.

and..

"That kid's eyes."

He Jing stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button.

"It's too peaceful."

Although He Jing is only a half-baked cultivator, he grew up in a family of cultivators and has a very accurate intuition for judging people.

"Qingyuan... his relationship with Lu Zhaolin is definitely not simple."

As for whether he is a cultivator...

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He Jing didn't dare to draw a conclusion easily.

"Let our ancestors take a look later."

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Inside the office.

The Mind Monkey's supernatural powers were not fully unleashed, but the slightest leakage of perception was enough to expose He Jing's momentary suspicion.

"Guess, go ahead and guess."

Qingyuan didn't take it seriously.

His vision has long since moved beyond this narrow scope of testing and suspicion.

No matter what He Jing thinks, as long as the Lu family's web remains intact, he is safe.

"Ding-dong."

The phone screen lights up.

A notification tone that you pay special attention to.

Upon clicking, I saw a photo of the scenery outside the window, accompanied by a few cute emoticons.

[Wanyin: Brother Qingyuan! I'm on the bus! I'll arrive at Hongqiao around 6 o'clock. If you're not busy... could you come pick me up for a bit? (flipping fingers.jpg)]

As Qingyuan looked at the message, he could picture Gu Wanyin on the other end of the phone, looking cautious yet full of anticipation.

Tap the screen with your finger.

Sure, send me the train number.

He replied almost instantly.

[Wanyin: Yay!! GXXXX, I'm waiting for you! ("v")]

Qingyuan put down his phone and looked out the window at the drifting clouds.

Work is going well, and there are people at home who care about me.

"This kind of life... is actually quite good."

It was six o'clock in the evening.

Hongqiao Railway Station, Exit.

Qingyuan stood outside the railing and glanced down at the time on his phone.

In the afternoon, he changed into more casual clothes.

A white T-shirt paired with light-colored casual pants, plus a tall figure of over 1.8 meters and a handsome face.

Standing there, he's practically a human-shaped radiant being.

Several girls passing by couldn't help but turn around and take a second look.

Qingyuan ignored this.

Most of his mind was focused on his body.

The center of Qihai.

The golden-red cracks on the surface of the stone pebble have spread to their limit.

A certain restlessness grew stronger and stronger.

It's just one step away from victory.

Qingyuan silently counted the days in his mind.

Tomorrow happens to be his birthday.

Is this a coincidence?

Or is it destiny?

On the first day of my 27th birthday, I officially embarked on the path of immortality, becoming a true Qi Refining cultivator.

This gift is quite generous from God.

"Brother Qingyuan!"

A clear, delighted call pulled him back to reality.

In the crowd of people exiting the station, a small figure stood on tiptoe, waving frantically at him.

Gu Wanyin.

She was clearly dressed up carefully today.

She wore a light pink knitted long dress with a beige cardigan over it.

Her hair was permed into slight curls and fell over her shoulders.

She looked less timid and more radiant and playful.

The most obvious thing is her eyes.

No longer hiding, but filled with smiles, curving into a beautiful crescent moon.

Qingyuan stepped forward and naturally took the suitcase from her hand: "You must be exhausted. Come on, the car is downstairs."

Gu Wanyin's face was flushed, and she shook her head: "Brother Qingyuan, I'm not tired!"

The two walked side by side.

The faint sounds of passersby talking could be heard from the surrounding area.

"Wow, that guy is so handsome..."

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"The girl is so cute, her smile is so sweet, this couple is such a perfect match!"

"It's so sour, I'll eat the lemons myself today..."

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These words made Gu Wanyin's face turn bright red, like a ripe peach.

She secretly glanced at Qingyuan beside her.

He appeared perfectly normal and did not deny or distance himself from her.

It felt like I had just drunk a sip of honey, so sweet.

Once we arrived at the parking lot, we put our luggage in the trunk.

Gu Wanyin mustered her courage and asked cautiously, "Brother Qingyuan... um, tomorrow is his birthday..."

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"Have you decided where you'll be staying?"

"I...I want to go too..."

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She had a small gift bag in her suitcase.

Inside is a scarf she knitted with bloodshot eyes from staying up all night these past few days.

Although the stitches may not be perfect, every stitch reflects her heartfelt intentions.

Qingyuan was about to start the car when he heard this and stopped.

"bite.

"

The phone in my pocket rang.

I took it out and looked at it.

Lu Zhaoheng sent a long string of messages, almost dominating the screen.

[Young Master Lu: Big Brother! Everything is ready!]

[Young Master Lu: I've booked the entire third floor of the top restaurant on the Bund! The cake was specially made by a French chef! The wine is an '82 vintage from our own cellar!]

[Lu Ershao: Location Map.map]

[Young Master Lu: If you don't give me face, I'll have no choice but to kneel at your doorstep and cry! Tomorrow at six o'clock sharp!]

This guy...

Qingyuan quickly replied with a "OK, thanks for your hard work" message.

He put down his phone, turned to Gu Wanyin, and said, "Someone has taken care of everything; it's over on the Bund."

"Perfect timing, I'm short-staffed right now."

"If you're free tomorrow, you must come and help me eat more cake, otherwise it'll be such a waste."

"Yes! Yes! I'll definitely go!"

Gu Wanyin nodded emphatically, her peach blossom eyes seeming to hold stars.

The Lu family's old residence.

The courtyard is deep and quiet.

Inside a ping-pong room adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, Lu Zhaolin held a teacup, his expression calm.

She was opposite.

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair gazed intently at his grandson, who most resembled him.

The patriarch of the Lu family, Lu Dingbang.

"Grandpa, everything that needs to be signed has been signed, and all the necessary procedures have been completed."

Lu Zhaolin put down his teacup: "From now on, I will be the one steering the ship of the Lu family."

"I've also made arrangements for my second uncle. He'll have a peaceful life inside for the rest of his life."

Lu Dingbang remained silent for a long time.

"Enough, enough. Grandpa is old, his eyesight is failing, and his heart is softening. This vast family business should have been given to the most capable person long ago."

"Your second uncle... also brought this upon himself. Saving his life is already an act of consideration for family ties."

The old man waved his hand, looking somewhat dejected: "Go, Dou Tou, do as you please. As long as the Lu family doesn't fall, you can do whatever you want."

Lu Zhaolin stood up and bowed to the old man.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

He turned and left.

Their steps were firm and decisive, without any hesitation.

From this moment on, she was truly the head of the Lu family in the Wuyi clan.

I just stepped out the door.

"sister!"

A purple figure darted out of the latrine, looking excited.

Lu Zhaoheng somehow got hold of a new outfit, even more dazzling than the previous one.

"It's all sorted out! Everything's taken care of! Brother Qing said he'll be there on time tomorrow!"

"I've transferred all the best members of our family over there, I guarantee Qing-ge will have a birthday he'll never forget tomorrow!"

Lu Zhaolin casually tossed a signed document to him: "Got it, this is your trust fund. Take it and get home. I have to go back to the company to see someone."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Lu Zhaoheng happily ran off with the documents in his arms.

The car door opened, and Lu Zhaolin sat in the back seat.

"Back to the company."

Half an hour later.

Leap Forward Science and Technology Innovation Building, Ai Lou Conference Room.

At either end of the giant round table sat only two people.

"Mr. Lu, thank you for troubling me so late..."

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"No need for polite words."

Lu Zhaolin interrupted He Jing directly, speaking bluntly: "Mr. He, let's not beat around the bush. I handled the matter last time fairly cleanly, which is my honesty."

"If you're here today for purely business negotiations, you don't need to wait until tonight."

He Jing took a deep breath.

This person is too perceptive; he's practically an ancient demon who has cultivated for a hundred years.

He no longer hesitated and solemnly took out the yellowed ancient book from his briefcase.

It was pushed in front of Lu Zhaolin.

The Turtle Breathing and Locking Method.

"President Lu is a man of few words."

He Jing said in a deep voice, "Our He family has no other desires than to have a place to settle down and make a living in this chaotic world."

"We are willing to make Wu the Lu family's strongest ally."

"This booklet is the foundation of our He family's existence and our most cherished integrity. I believe that with Mr. Lu's vision, he should understand its value."

Lu Zhaolin placed his hand on the booklet.

Her rebirth, her memories.

Everything was telling her what this booklet meant in the early stages of the upcoming spiritual revival.

"Very well, this alliance, I, Lu Zhaolin, on behalf of the Lu family..."

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"I accepted it."

Downstairs in an old residential building.

The car came to a complete stop.

"Brother Qingyuan, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Gu Wanyin stood at the entrance of the stairwell, waved, and turned to go upstairs.

"Xiao Qing, why don't you eat before you leave?"

Liang Huilan, who was returning from grocery shopping, bumped into Gao and greeted him warmly.

"No, Aunt Liang."

Qingyuan smiled and politely declined, pointing to his window upstairs: "I still have some urgent matters to take care of at home. Another day, definitely another day!"

After saying goodbye to Aunt Liang, Qingyuan quickly returned to his rented room, which was full of secrets.

Close the door and lock it.

He sat back in his familiar gaming chair.

Turn on the screen.

[Continue the game]

Games evolve, and time flows on.

The area of ​​influence representing Guanhuamen on the map is outlined in red.

"It's time to plant our own flag a little further away!"

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