One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

The manor is half-empty.

A crow circled overhead, its dark eyes fixed intently on the ground below.

"???"

A very obvious look of fear flashed in those bird's eyes!

"This kid, so full of malice? He even curses at birds that walk by?!"

Just as I was pondering this, I saw the person below make a "plucking a flower" gesture with their right hand.

Immediately afterwards, a spiraling suction force, tens of meters away, attacked him high in the sky!

"quack--"

The crow cawed twice and then dared not linger!

A pair of jet-black wings flapped, leaving afterimages, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the clouds...

"Is it too far?"

Zhou Yan withdrew his hand, looked at the disappearing black dot on the horizon, and shook his head.

Pity.

I thought I'd finally get to witness the "72 Transformations" in person!

The system alerts in my mind have stopped.

Zhou Yan was absolutely certain that the crow was one of the thirty-six thieves who stole the "Feng Hou Qi Men" back then.

Wudang Zhou Sheng!

Hmm... according to seniority, he's someone of Wang Ye's esteemed mentor's generation.

"Hiss... If that's the case, then his seniority is higher than mine?"

"That old bastard really can't be kept alive!"

Zhou Yan sneered.

Jokes are jokes.

According to the system's consistent rules, the higher the identity and the stronger the cultivation of the intercepted object, the richer the reward!

My first stop after descending the mountain was Wang Ye's house, precisely so that I could personally meet this old man, Mr. Zhou!

But he wasn't in a hurry...

Zhou Sheng had been lurking beside Wang Ye, secretly keeping an eye on this sole heir of the "Feng Hou Qi Men".

As long as I stay at the Wang family manor, the old man will reappear sooner or later!

He turned around and walked back towards the outdoor swimming pool...

Continue supervising the construction!

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Headquarters of Nadutong, Chairman's Office.

Xiao Zizai changed into a cheap white T-shirt he had just bought from a roadside stall.

no way...

My original tracksuit jacket and inner layer were so worn out that I couldn't possibly show them to anyone.

He sat on the leather sofa with his hands resting on his knees, looking somewhat dejected.

Zhao Fangxu sat behind his large desk, adjusted his reflective glasses, and spoke in a deep voice:

"I have seen the file that Lele submitted."

"Three years ago, when the Yellow Flower Society rebelled, you went deep behind enemy lines and single-handedly took down the bandit leader."

Last year, the Quanxing gang caused a huge disturbance at Confucius Temple...

You, all alone, stopped more than twenty members of the Quanxing Sect...

Seven people were severely injured, and two were killed!

Zhao Fangxu put down the file, crossed his hands on the table, and stared sharply at Xiao Zizai.

"Are all these resumes true?"

Xiao Zizai was still sitting there, but his mind was still replaying the battle from earlier, and he was somewhat distracted.

He nodded blankly when asked the question.

"Mostly true."

Um...

Except for a slight underreporting of the number of kills, everything else is true.

Xiao Zizai silently added a sentence in his mind.

Zhao Fangxu rested his chin on his hands and pondered for a moment.

"Given your strength, you should definitely be among the top tier in the entire world of supernatural beings..."

He leaned forward, a glint of light flashing across his glasses:

"You went all out, yet you couldn't even withstand a single blow from your opponent?"

Xiao Zizai nodded again.

"Yes."

He knew in his heart that if he had planned to kill his opponent from the beginning and fully unleashed his killing intent, his strength would have been at least three points stronger!

But a loss is a loss.

Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

"I understand... Thank you for your hard work, Xiao."

Xiao Zizai stood up, nodded slightly, turned around, opened the office door, and strode away.

The office door closed again.

Bi Youlong, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, had a gloomy face and snorted coldly:

"I haven't seen such an arrogant young man in a long time."

Wang Ai is right; they need to be given a warning.

As the only director in the company who climbed up the ranks from the bottom, Bi Youlong exudes a ruthless aura!

He just stood there, without saying a word.

His face already screamed "Don't mess with me!"

Zhao Fangxu looked at him:

"What insightful opinion does Lao Bi have?"

Bi Youlong's gaze was sharp, but his tone was nonchalant as he said:

"While the company isn't exactly a law enforcement agency, it's not something a mere kid like him can easily bully!"

"I'll personally lead men to tie him up and bring him back, then put him on the 'leniency bench'!"

Zhao Fangxu shook his head and put down the thermos.

"Old Bi, you'd better think this through. We're both company directors. Once you get involved personally, there'll be no turning back..."

He raised his finger and pointed to the sky:

"If it really escalates to the point where Zhang Zhiwei personally comes down the mountain and kicks open the company door... it won't sound good if word gets out."

Bi Youlong's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He realized that Chairman Zhao was trying to smooth things over.

Although they clearly expressed their disagreement, they did not intend to stop me!

"I understand, I know what I'm doing."

After Bi Youlong left the office, Zhao Fangxu stroked his chin and looked at the names on the desk.

His intuition told him that Lao Bi couldn't handle it!

"This is difficult..."

North China has its own temporary workers.

But would I dare send that idiot there?

Would sending her accomplish anything?

and many more...

Zhao Fangxu pulled aside the photo of "Feng Baobao" to reveal the one below, a boy with a four-leaf clover hairstyle.

Xiao Zizai wasn't familiar with him, but this kid seemed to have some connection with him...

He picked up the landline and dialed a number.

"Feed? Chu Lan?"

"Would you be interested in coming to Beijing for a field assignment?"

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Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master's Mansion.

The main hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Zhang Zhiwei, dressed in a Taoist robe with cloud patterns, sat on a grand master's chair.

Holding the phone, my thumb is rapidly swiping across the screen...

Suddenly, he stopped.

A lively background music played from the phone, accompanied by a human voice:

You always talk about what you were like back then…would you like to know what I was like back then?

Boom boom boom boom—

Zhang Zhiwei squinted at it.

Soon, the wrinkles on her face crinkled into a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum...

He smiled and frantically double-tapped the screen with his right hand to give it a thumbs up!

boom!

The wooden door of the main hall was suddenly pushed open!

Zhang Zhiwei flicked his wrist, quickly turned off the screen, and put the phone back in his pocket.

He picked up the teacup on the table, frowned, and looked at the newcomer:

"Rongshan...what's the rush?"

"How many times have I told you to be calm!"

Rongshan strode in, scratching his head sheepishly.

"Yes, Master..."

He leaned closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Master, your disciple is anxious! There's news about the Spirit Jade!"

Zhang Zhiwei's heart stirred.

He remained outwardly calm, brought the teacup to his lips, and took a small sip.

Rongshan quickly handed over his phone.

Press the unlock button.

The screen lights up...

The image shows a photograph.

sunny.

Zhang Lingyu, dressed in a security guard uniform, stood ramrod straight in front of the green plant that waved and greeted him with "Hello, Mr. Wang"...

Raise your hand in salute!

"puff--!!!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of tea into the air!

Rongshan wiped the water off his face, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

"Master...you must calm down!"

clang!

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup and glared:

"evil creature!"

He pointed at Rongshan's nose and shouted angrily:

"You also want to go down the mountain for experience?!"

Rong Shan shuddered and quickly wiped the smile off his face!

He took two steps back and said awkwardly:

"Master, let's get down to business..."

The company has made a move; they sent a temporary worker to contact the junior colleague...

Zhang Zhiwei suppressed his anger and narrowed his eyes.

"It's just a brief contact, it's fine."

His tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care much:

"These two kids haven't done anything heinous, so what can the company do?"

"Yes, Master..."

Rong Shan nodded, cupped his hands in farewell, and took his leave.

Just as I reached the door, Zhang Zhiwei's voice came from behind:

"Rongshan."

Rongshan stopped and turned around.

Zhang Zhiwei stroked his long beard, his gaze deep.

"I heard that Wang Weiguo came from a military background and is a conscientious entrepreneur with impeccable political credentials."

"Have Huanjin deliver one of my calligraphic works over there..."

Rongshan was taken aback for a moment, then cupped his hands in agreement.

"Disciple understands!"

He left the main hall, closing the wooden door behind him.

Walking on the bluestone path, Rongshan covered his mouth and chuckled.

"Master, oh Master, still being stubborn... You're the most protective of your own!"