Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

On Saturday evening, the setting sun filtered through the kitchen screen, casting dappled light onto Lu Yu's dining table. The warmth of the food mingled with the steam, creating a cozy atmosphere typical of ordinary families.

Lin Hui brought the last dish, braised crucian carp, to the table. The porcelain plate made a soft sound as it collided with the table. Just as she was about to sit down, she heard her son speak.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to Zhao Lei's house for a family dinner tomorrow. His parents just came back from abroad and specially invited a few of us classmates to come over," Lu Yu said, taking a couple of bites of rice and looking up.

Lu Jianming abruptly stopped picking up food with his chopsticks, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out: "Zhao Zhenhong and Li Wan are back? It's been quite a few years since we last saw them..." He got up and walked into the study, and soon came out carrying a dusty photo album, the plastic film on the cover of which had turned yellow.

My fingertips brushed over a faded photograph. Two young men in faded shirts stood arm in arm in front of a small door with a hardware factory sign. The background was piled with rusty steel bars. Their faces were full of youthful yet determined smiles.

"Back then, he had just started his business, and the rented factory building was leaking. I brought my tools and helped him repair the roof. His factory was having cash flow problems, so I lent him all the savings that we had set aside for buying a house. Your mother even ate pickled vegetables with me for more than half a year."

"When your mother gave birth to you, I was away on a business trip. Back then, transportation was inconvenient, and I was anxiously running around in another city. It was your Aunt Li Wan who stayed up all night in the hospital corridor, running around to handle the procedures. She even brought over a soup made from a newly bought old hen, saying it would help her recover. Later, as soon as her business started to pick up, she insisted on paying back the money with interest."

Lu Jianming spoke with a touch of reminiscence, "Later, his business grew bigger and bigger, and he moved to Shanghai to engage in international trade. Gradually, we lost contact."

Lu Jianming closed the photo album, his tone tinged with nostalgia, "He's a quick-witted man; back then, I said he was destined for great things."

"He's a big boss now, don't keep bringing up those poor days, it makes you seem distant." Lin Hui was clearing away the dishes, giving her husband a reproachful glance, but her eyes held warmth. "We've known each other for a long time, we can't be rude. I'll go buy some local specialties first thing tomorrow morning."

"You don't need to buy expensive things, as long as the thought is there, that's enough."

Lu Jianming turned around and rummaged through the storage room for an antique purple clay tea caddy. The words "Close Friend" were engraved on the caddy, and the edges were worn smooth from being handled. "Take this with you. This is the pre-Qingming tea that I specially went to Longjing Mountain to collect the year his family moved away. By the time I came back, they had already moved away, so I've kept it until now. The tea isn't worth much, but he'll definitely understand this sentiment."

Lin Hui took the tea canister, carefully tied a lucky knot with a red string, and smiled: "You're so thoughtful, it's neither ostentatious nor lacking in old feelings."

At the same time, in Chen Mo's room, the laptop screen was blindingly bright, the interface covered with dense data, all of which was about the "Zhao Group's" business registration information, financial statements, and list of partners. His fingertips moved quickly across the mouse, his keen insight making him exceptionally sensitive to abnormal data, and the faint golden lines of insight in his eyes flashed from time to time, like a precise scanner.

The Zhao Group's business empire is far more complex than it appears on the surface:

It made its fortune in cross-border trade in its early years, but in recent years it has expanded rapidly, venturing into multiple fields such as cutting-edge technology, biomedicine, and international logistics. In particular, in the biomedicine sector, R&D investment has been increasing by 500% annually, but it has never publicly released any research results.

In the file photo, Zhao Qiming smiles elegantly on the cover of a business magazine, but his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses reveals an unfathomable sharpness.

"The flow of funds is abnormal, and there is a serious imbalance between R&D investment and output." Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, saved a screenshot of the key data to a folder, and the sound of his fingertips tapping on the keyboard was particularly clear in the quiet room. "Zhao Lei's father may be more than just an ordinary businessman."

As night deepened, in Lu Yu's room.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, his consciousness sinking into the myriad paths of the universe.

Under the vast starry sky, the pale gold power of reality, the blue power of the array, and the pale green power of the herbs flowed like three clearly defined streams. They were no longer simply flowing in parallel, but under the harmonization of the Spirit Plant Returning to Origin Body, they appeared as faint spots of fusion.

The power of truth can accurately reflect the trajectory of the other two powers, the power of array can guide the flow of energy, and the power of herbs can fill the gaps like a lubricant. The realm of multiple powers resonating together has been further improved.

He traced patterns in the air with his fingertips, and the first four eye patterns of the Eight Trigrams Formation became increasingly fluid, as if it had become instinctive without any conscious effort.

Exiting the Myriad Paths Hub, Lu Yu opened his eyes, a flash of understanding appearing in them.

He brought out the Hundred Herbs Cauldron in his dantian. The spiritual field inside the cauldron shone with a warm, blue light. In addition to the previous Heart-Clearing Pill and Body-Nourishing Ointment, there were also several small new pills, which were safely stored in the cauldron's storage space.

On Sunday morning, the sunlight was just right, filtering through the gaps in the curtains and casting dappled light and shadow on the floor.

Lu Yu had just finished washing up when his phone vibrated. It was a voice message from Zhao Lei, with a noisy background.

"Brother Yu! Oh no! My relatives are insisting on throwing a 70th birthday party for my grandpa while my parents are back in China! What was supposed to be a family gathering has turned into a birthday banquet!"

Zhao Lei's voice was filled with obvious embarrassment and anxiety. "A whole bunch of relatives I have no connection with have come, along with my dad's business partners. It's a complete mess! Don't prepare anything, and definitely don't bring any gifts! Just treat it as a free meal. When you arrive, just come find me, and I'll greet you at the door!"

The voice message was followed by a frustrated emoji and a follow-up message: "I just found out too. It was a last-minute decision by a relative, and I couldn't stop them. Please bear with me!"

Just as Lu Yu finished listening, the doorbell rang. He opened the door to find Chen Mo and Su Wan standing there. He handed them his phone, and the three of them exchanged glances after reading the message.

Lu Yu weighed the purple clay tea canister in his hand. "This tea is a gift from my father. Take it with you. It's not expensive and it won't attract attention." He looked at the two of them. "When we arrive, Chen Mo, keep an eye on the situation. Su Wan, use your spiritual power to sense if there are any unusual emotions on their relatives. I'll handle any emergencies."

The three reached an agreement and turned to go downstairs.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. The seemingly peaceful morning carries a hint of impending storm.