Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

teahouse.

Unlike the refreshing sweetness of dried persimmons, freshly brewed warm tea has a slightly bitter taste.

Chen Chen placed the white porcelain cup on the table, the bitterness lingering in his mouth, followed by a faint aftertaste.

Zhang Chulan sat opposite him, not touching the cup of tea in his hand.

"Brother Chen."

Zhang Chulan spoke first.

"Sister Lu said you wanted to see me. What could you not say over the phone? Why did you have to meet at the teahouse?"

Chen Chen did not answer immediately.

Raise your right hand and lightly trace a line on the table with your index finger.

A faint golden light spilled from his fingertips, spreading across the tabletop, around the legs of the adjacent table, and silently spreading between the two tables.

Sound insulation.

Add another layer of visual interference.

From the perspective of the table next to him, the outline of his lips would be slightly blurred, making it impossible to read his lips.

The two cups of tea on the next table had gone cold.

Lu Linglong held the cup in both hands, her eyes fixed on this side. Lu Lin was sitting more upright than her, but the direction of his ears gave him away.

Chen Chen added a layer of soundproofing to the table next to him, so they couldn't hear anything.

Lu Linglong bit her lip.

She knew she had been discovered again.

Chen Chen withdrew his hand and picked up the teacup again.

"I want to talk to you... You don't need to go to Nathan Island, I can bring back what you want for you."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan responded calmly.

"Brother Chen is interested in Nathan Island? That place is far away and chaotic. If Brother Chen is willing to do it for me, it saves me a lot of trouble."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and paused for a moment.

"What are the conditions...?"

"Feng Baobao".

Zhang Chulan froze as he swallowed his tea, and placed the cup back on the table.

"Sister Bao'er?" He blinked, maintaining a polite smile.

"What does Brother Chen want with Sister Bao'er?"

"Let me borrow it for a while to study it."

The teahouse fell silent.

Lu Linglong, who was sitting next to Lu Lin, stood up and then sat down again, but Lu Lin pulled her sleeve.

She could see the two talking, and she could see Zhang Chulan's expression become subtle, but she couldn't hear what they were saying, which made her even more anxious.

Zhang Chulan lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand, his thoughts starting to wander uncontrollably.

When Lu Linglong was helping this Quanzhen master find her, she said that her senior brother, who had reached the Yang Shen realm at such a young age, was a peerless genius that was only seen once in a thousand years.

The Yang Shen realm of the Quanzhen Xuanmen (Complete Truth Sect) grants a perception of things like the soul, primordial spirit, and the three corpses that far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He suddenly asked to borrow Feng Baobao... It couldn't have been a casual remark, it was... that he had already seen something.

"Brother Chen's words are completely unfounded."

Zhang Chulan smiled and pushed his teacup away half an inch. "Research... research what? Although Bao'er is a temporary worker at the company, she's still my partner. If you're going to borrow someone, you should at least tell me what they're going to do with them."

"I have a question about my spiritual practice recently."

Chen Chen put down his teacup and looked indifferently into Zhang Chulan's eyes.

"From what I observe, Feng Baobao was born without the Three Corpses. In the Quanzhen Daoist practice, reaching the Yang Shen stage, the Three Corpses are an unavoidable hurdle. I think there might be something about her that I need to confirm. Let's just talk, nothing more."

Zhang Chulan's smile was still on his face, but his hands had tightened slightly, and his heart was starting to beat faster.

He always believed that the biggest secret was immortality.

Now there's suddenly one more, and it's not just Changsheng; she's different from everyone else.

Yang Shen (Yang God).

This is the great path that the Quanzhen School of Taoism is so proud of.

"...Brother Chen has a good eye."

Zhang Chulan picked up the cup again and took a sip of the cooled tea.

The bitterness is gone, leaving only a faint astringency. "But I still have to go to Nathan Island. I can't fulfill the task assigned by Chairman Zhao if I don't go. As for Sister Bao'er... shall we talk about it when I get back?"

Chen Chen looked down at the little tea left in his cup and swirled the cup.

Of course he knew what Zhang Chulan was thinking.

Feng Baobao's secret to immortality was originally only held by Zhang Chulan and Xu San and Xu Si. The more people who knew about it, the greater the risk.

And then someone who had no prior connection with Feng Baobao took the initiative to ask to study her...

He won't let go.

I'll back down.

Chen Chen had anticipated this answer. "I can do it under the company's supervision."

Zhang Chulan raised an eyebrow.

Company oversight? You actually said that...

He still remembered the details written in the case file about the Divine Craftsmanship.

Chairman Zhao personally reviewed the case, and all the candidates passed the lie detector test on the wide bench.

Later, during the period of confinement, this bigwig left North China without the company even reporting it.

Zhao Fangxu sat in his office for half a day afterward, and finally only approved "not to pursue the matter for the time being".

It's not that we don't want to investigate, it's that we can't.

The company has no real power to restrain this person.

Confinement is useless, lie detectors can be bypassed, and force is out of the question.

Now that he's proactively offering to "accept company oversight," this step back seems more like a gesture to save face for someone.

But the other party offered a way out, and in front of the Lu siblings, so even though they couldn't hear it, they could still be considered witnesses.

It would be too disrespectful to refuse, and judging from the abilities the other party just displayed, this person is not suitable to stand on the opposite side.

"become."

Zhang Chulan put down his teacup.

"Since Brother Chen has put it that way, it would be disrespectful of me not to agree. After we return from Nathan Island, Sister Bao'er can talk to you a few times while the company is watching. But let me make this clear... Sister Bao'er's affairs are not up to me; they are up to her. If she doesn't want to talk, Brother Chen can't force her."

"She would agree."

Zhang Chulan glanced at him but didn't ask, "How did you know?"

He stood up, took a crumpled banknote from his pocket, placed it on the table, and then under his teacup.

"Tea's on me. As for what Brother Chen just said about Nathan Island, I took it seriously."

Chen Chen picked up the cup and drank the last sip of cold tea.

The bitterness has long since dissipated, leaving a lingering sweetness on the tongue, gentle and persistent.

He placed the cup next to the banknotes, stood up, and removed the soundproofing.

Lu Linglong, who was at the next table, stood up almost simultaneously, her eyes scanning back and forth between the two people.

"Have you finished talking?"

Lu Linglong lowered her voice, her gaze fixed on Zhang Chulan's face, trying to discern something from it.

But she couldn't tell.

Zhang Chulan's face was completely blank...

"We're done talking." Zhang Chulan put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

"Sister Lu, I'm leaving. I still need to pack my bags; I'm leaving the day after tomorrow."

Chen Chen turned and walked towards the stairwell, his steps not stopping as he passed Lu Linglong.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and said something in a low voice.

"I'm leaving. Don't worry about Nathan Island."

Lu Linglong was taken aback at first, then the frustration in her heart dissipated a little.

Stepping out of the teahouse.

The sunlight on the street was much brighter than inside the teahouse, so I squinted.

Chen Chen walked along the eaves into the depths of the alley, gradually disappearing into the shadows of the walls, squinting his eyes slightly in the darkness.

What if... Nathan Island were gone? What would happen then...?