Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Chang Shengli was sitting in the car and happened to see the whole scene of Shen Qingzhou being hit by the car.

He froze for a second, completely stunned. The next second, his heart clenched, and almost instinctively, he pushed open the car door and rushed out like a madman.

But as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a wave of dizziness.

"Why...why should I get off the bus?"

Chang Shengli rubbed his temples blankly, his mind completely empty.

"I guess I've been too busy lately and haven't been getting enough rest," he muttered to himself.

When he looked up again, he saw Shen Qingzhou standing across the street, waving at him with a grin.

Chang Shengli glared at him irritably, then turned around and got back into the car.

Shen Qingzhou lowered her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't surprised at all by this scene.

In fact, it wasn't just Chang Shengli.

The passersby and even the driver who had hit them dispersed in a daze after a moment of panic, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Qingzhou was not surprised, because this was not the first time he had encountered "retribution".

Of course, it wasn't because he planted a "Trojan horse" in the underworld.

Rather, it was the unorthodox methods he practiced that were considered an anomaly by the world from the very beginning.

In today's world, there is no such thing as spiritual practice.

However, cultivation did indeed exist; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to reach this point today.

As times change, the rules of the world are also being upgraded and renewed.

We live in a technological age, a completely new version, while Shen Qingzhou is more like a remnant of the previous version, an old guard, a lingering poison...

In short, he's no good.

Therefore, ever since he began practicing unorthodox methods, the world's vast "system" has consistently viewed him as a virus, a vulnerability, or abnormal data...

In short, I want to remove or repair it...

And this is what is known as "retribution".

Shen Qingzhou had survived nine near-death experiences, each time almost costing him his life. These dangers were due to various coincidences and accidents, somewhat similar to the movie "Final Destination".

But this retribution never affects anyone else.

To the intricate system of the world, Shen Qingzhou is a lesion, a bug, a piece of code that should not exist.

The others are all operating normally, so they will not be accidentally harmed or deleted.

These are all patterns he gradually summarized after surviving countless near-death experiences.

If he hadn't been certain that the attack was only directed at him, he would have long since hidden away in the deep mountains and forests, and would never have dared to stay in the bustling city, lest he implicate innocent people.

He practiced unorthodox methods, not evil or demonic ones. Although he didn't have much conscience, he still had some.

However, what Shen Qingzhou felt was very unfair was that although cultivation was just a technology from the previous version, it was essentially the same as current technology, both being the exploration, summarization, analysis, and understanding of the rules of the world.

But just because she upgraded to the next version, she thinks she's superior and only allows physics and mathematics, those two "rogues," to lift her skirt and peek into her hidden inner world.

He lifted the lid and glanced at it, then immediately started shouting for battle and death.

"What are you muttering about? Are you insulting me?"

As soon as Shen Qingzhou got into the car, Chang Shengli looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm cursing God," Shen Qingzhou said.

But clearly, Chang Shengli didn't believe it, but he didn't continue and started the car directly.

"Ma Yong has fully confessed, and I've submitted the report. The bonus should be available in the next few days. Should it be transferred to the welfare home's account?"

To be honest, Chang Shengli had many grievances against Shen Qingzhou, but he truly admired him in this respect.

In recent years, all the money his firm earned has gone into the welfare home's account.

This has led to a significant improvement in the living standards of the children at the Giraffe Welfare Home, with their conditions even surpassing those of children from some ordinary families.

"Yes, just let me know when you've transferred the case. If there are any other cases with high bounties, you have to keep them for me," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Understood," Chang Shengli readily agreed.

He also hoped to solve more cases, so that Shen Qingzhou would get paid, he would get credit, the criminals would be brought to justice, and the victims' families would be given an explanation—a win-win-win situation.

Shen Qingzhou played a part in Chang Shengli becoming the captain of the criminal investigation team, a fact that Chang Shengli himself does not deny.

Shen Qingzhou didn't ask Chang Shengli about the details of the throat-slitting case, nor did he ask about the specific process of Zhou Minghan's accidental killing.

Because none of these things matter to him; his mission is over.

So whether it's Ma Yong or Zhou Minghan, they're just people on the roadside to him, not worth asking any more questions about.

However, precisely because of this, the two of them were speechless for a moment, and the atmosphere in the car became a bit dull. Shen Qingzhou suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

So he took out a cigarette, but before he could even pull one out, Chang Shengli glanced at him and said, "Kexin doesn't like the smell of smoke in the car."

Shen Qingzhou reluctantly stuffed the cigarette back into his hand.

The Kexin that Chang Shengli mentioned is his daughter, Chang Kexin, who is seventeen years old and in her second year of high school.

Because I often went to his house for meals, the two of us have had a very good relationship since childhood.

Besides his daughter Chang Kexin, Chang Shengli also has a son, Chang Yonghao, who was admitted to Capital Medical University and is currently studying there, rarely returning home.

Just then, Shen Qingzhou spotted a flower shop by the roadside and quickly said, "Stop the car."

"What are you doing?"

Chang Shengli asked this question, but the car had already stopped.

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer, opened the car door, and walked straight to the flower shop by the roadside.

Seeing this, Chang Shengli frowned slightly and said with a hint of displeasure, "Doing all this fancy stuff is a complete waste of money."

Shen Qingzhou was unaware of all this; she had already chosen a bouquet of light pink roses.

However, Shen Qingzhou had no money, but that didn't matter.

"Uncle Chang, come and pay the bill..." Shen Qingzhou called out loudly.

Chang Shengli was furious and said irritably, "Are you my father? You think I'll just pay for it because you tell me to?"

But as soon as he said that, he realized that Shen Qingzhou would really become his father.

Sure enough, Shen Qingzhou was about to speak, but judging from the shape of his lips, it wasn't something nice, so he quickly said, "I'll pay."

Then he could only get off the bus cursing and swearing, "Knowing you is the worst thing that could have happened to me."

"Thank you, Uncle Chang."

Shen Qingzhou didn't care what he said, as long as he was willing to pay.

When Shen Qingzhou and Chang Shengli returned home, Chang Shengli's wife, Chen Ruomei, had already prepared the meal.

"Xiao Zhou, how long has it been since you last came to my house?" Chen Ruomei complained as soon as they met.

Shen Qingzhou chuckled and took out the flowers from behind her back. "Auntie, these are for you."

When Chen Ruomei saw the rose, her eyes lit up, and she reached out and took it.

However, she complained, "You're already here, why buy flowers? What a waste!"

"Does Auntie like it?"

"Of course I like it."

"Come on, let's give each other a hug." Shen Qingzhou laughed and opened his arms.

Chen Ruomei also hugged Shen Qingzhou naturally.

Chang Shengli stood aside watching Shen Qingzhou's "performance," his face full of dissatisfaction, but he did not say anything.

Just then, a little girl heard the noise and ran out of the room.

"Brother Xiaozhou."

Although seventeen-year-old Chang Kexin has an ordinary appearance, she is youthful and beautiful, with a smile on her face, and every strand of her hair seems to exude youthful vitality.

"Kexin, it's been so long! Did you miss me?"

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he flipped his hand, and a rose appeared in his palm. It was a gift when he bought the bouquet of flowers.

"These are for you." Shen Qingzhou handed over the flowers.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaozhou." Chang Kexin happily accepted it.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. You seem to have grown quite a bit taller and have become a young lady," Shen Qingzhou remarked.

Then she opened her arms and said, "Come here, let your brother give you a hug."

Upon hearing this, Chang Kexin immediately went forward to hug him, but Chang Shengli, who had been standing silently to the side, intervened and pulled her aside.

"Are you ever going to stop? All this pretense is just for show. Let's eat." He said with a gloomy face.

Okay, okay, so this is how you play it? You're willing to let others hold your wife, but you can't bear to part with your daughter, right?

This is differential treatment; this is discrimination.

"Auntie, when I hugged you, Uncle Chang didn't seem to care at all..."

Shen Qingzhou leaned close to Chen Ruomei's ear and whispered about crickets.

"Shen Qingzhou..." Chang Shengli shouted.

"Ouch, don't hit me, don't hit me, go easy on me..."

"Haha~"

Chen Ruomei and her daughter stood aside, holding flowers and watching the commotion with smiles on their faces.