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

Chapter 100: Variation and Entrance!

9 month 8 day.

The twelfth day of the eighth lunar month.

Suitable for: consecrating objects, praying for blessings, breaking ground, signing contracts, and receiving wealth.

Avoid: placing the bed in a closed-off location, sticking to old ways.

A rented room in Shanghai.

The morning sunlight was neither too hot nor too cold, and it pierced through the gap in the curtains, landing precisely on Qingyuan's eyelids.

Qingyuan's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

Her body felt so light it was as if she were about to float away.

"Click."

He raised his hands above his head and stretched vigorously.

Within his dantian, the stone egg covered in golden-red cracks emitted a trembling sound, almost like a cheer, in response to his movements.

"It's just one last push away."

Qingyuan muttered to himself as he prepared to get out of bed to wash up.

"Buzzing"

The phone on the bedside table rang.

When I picked it up, the caller ID displayed two large characters: "Auntie".

My finger slipped.

"Feed? Big..."

""

"Oh, my dear nephew! Happy birthday!!"

"Today is the big day! It's also Xiao Yuan's 27th birthday! Have you had your longevity noodles? If not, Auntie will bring you some when we meet later!"

Hearing the overflowing enthusiasm on the screen, Qingyuan felt a warm glow in his heart: "Auntie, it's only eight o'clock in the morning, and your shout has let the whole building know that it's my birthday. Don't worry about the food, we'll have a nice meal tonight."

"That's right! We have to eat well!"

Shen Yumei's tone was full of undisguised joy: "You mentioned yesterday that Lu... Lu Zhaoheng, the place he arranged for you, your second aunt and I have already told him."

"But Xiao Yuan, your aunt has to remind you, that's a high-class place. Although we don't want to cause trouble, we shouldn't be afraid of it either. Be confident and poised when you go, don't look shy, okay?"

"If you don't have enough money, or if some ignorant person dares to look down on us, just tell your aunt."

"Although my aunt's pension isn't much, she still has the audacity to slam her fist on the table and yell at people!"

Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle. His aunt was worried that her "poor relative" would be mistreated in the world of fame and fortune in Shanghai.

"Don't worry, Auntie, we're all family. Just think of it as a visit. I'll pick you up from the hotel at six tonight. Dress nicely, we're going to teach that Michelin guy a lesson."

"Okay! I'm relieved to hear that! You should also get yourself together, don't look disheveled, you're the star tonight! Bye!"

"Beep beep beep...."

""

After hanging up the phone, Qingyuan stared at the black screen and shook his head.

I casually opened WeChat.

On weekday mornings, he still has to go through the motions of asking for leave.

I just found my boss Lao Zhou's profile picture, but the chat window hasn't opened yet.

"bite."

A new message popped up at the top.

It was Zhou Xiaohong.

[Old Zhou: @Qingyuan, happy birthday, Xiao Qing! The system shows today is your birthday. According to company policy and our team's custom, this is called a birthday leave.]

[Old Zhou: Don't come to the company to clock in today. Take a good rest, spend time with your family, and don't worry about work. If Liu Cheng and his gang dare to call and harass you, just block them. I approve!]

Immediately afterwards, the work group chat exploded.

Liu Cheng's hoarse voice followed closely: "Xiao Qing! Happy birthday! Shouldn't our group go out for a big meal tonight?"

"Alright, alright, I heard you have to spend time with your family, so let's reschedule for another day! I've already sent the red envelopes to the group chat, brothers, grab them!"

""

Lin Can also sent a voice message, with the sound of keyboard typing in the background: "Xiao Yuan, happy birthday~"

"Try to bring a beautiful girlfriend home to our team in the new year, although I think you're never short of admirers, haha! I've left the gift at your desk, remember to open it on Monday!"

Even Chen Qiu, the new intern who is usually quiet, sent an adorable "Happy Birthday Boss.jpg" emoji.

Qingyuan looked at the messages that kept flooding the screen.

He had assumed that, apart from a few close friends and family, this kind of day would just be another ordinary page on the calendar.

Unexpectedly, the feeling of being remembered by someone is quite heavy.

Scroll down.

The list is even more impressive.

Liang Huilan's profile picture is a large red "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune) character.

Happy birthday, Xiaoqing!

Have fun tonight! If you drink too much, call your auntie, and she'll have your uncle pick you up (note: actually, he's the driver). Young people, take care of yourselves, but don't be too reserved. The most important thing is to have fun!

Lu Zhaoheng's messages came in a row, more than a dozen in a row, making my phone vibrate non-stop:

[Young Master Lu: Brother! Dear brother! Happy birthday!]

[Young Master Lu: I personally inspected the venue! I've already had the carpet replaced!]

Everything was prepared to suit your "understated luxury" taste! Did you see the menu I sent you? I think the Australian lobster should be replaced with grouper; the red color is auspicious!

[Young Master Lu: Oh, right, I've also arranged a violin solo tonight, playing "Happy Birthday." It'll be so impressive!]

Qingyuan replied with an "okay," then sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Is this kid planning to turn his birthday party into a coronation ceremony?

The message from Su Xing'an was rather formal, but it also conveyed a sense of familiarity:

[Mr. Qing, happy birthday! Mr. Lu will be there on time tonight. I've also prepared a small gift. Wishing you many happy birthdays to come.]

The most unique thing is the two pinned profile pictures.

A pink bunny head and a minimalist black kitten.

Gu Wanyin:

Happy birthday, Qingyuan!!! (female, ノ)

I've checked the gift three times already, there are absolutely no loose threads! (o sun☆)

Between the lines, there is a girl's excitement and undisguised affection.

Qingyuan smiled and replied, "Waiting for you, slow down."

Finally, click on the profile picture with a cool color scheme.

Lu Zhaolin.

The message contained only a simple period.

Immediately following this was a transfer notification.

【88888.00 yuan】

Then came a concise and economical statement:

See you tonight. Some things need to be said in person.

Simple, domineering, yet carrying a hint of unspoken ambiguity.

"call..."

"Since you're all being so accommodating..."

Qingyuan put down his phone and walked towards the wardrobe: "Even I, Ancestor, can't be a failure."

He picked out a slightly formal dark casual suit that he had just bought a few days ago, paired with faded sneakers to retain a bit of the stubbornness of a working-class person.

Standing in front of the mirror, I straightened my collar.

The person in the mirror no longer has the dejection of yesteryear, but rather a calm composure that puts everything under control.

"Twenty-seven years old."

Qingyuan snapped his fingers at his reflection in the mirror.

"This world is indeed worth exploring."

The top floor of the Flying Leap Science and Technology Building.

Lu Zhaolin sat in the main seat, twirling a fountain pen in his hand.

Across from me was He Jing, holding a thick stack of documents, eloquently explaining his grand vision of "He's core algorithm being integrated into Lu's logistics system".

The two families tacitly understood each other.

On the surface, they're talking about business, but underneath, they're exchanging their lifelines.

The He family needs the Lu family's protection and financial support to fund their cultivation.

The Lu family needs the He family's ancient methods and resources to pave the way for their future ascension to immortality.

In conclusion, as long as the first phase of funding arrives, we can...

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"Mr. He."

Lu Zhaolin suddenly spoke, his voice cold and clear, interrupting He Jing's passionate speech.

She raised her wrist and glanced at her watch.

4:30 PM.

"What? Mr. Lu thinks there's a flaw in this plan?"

He Jing was a little nervous; this was a desperate gamble for the He family.

"The solution is perfect, no questions asked."

Lu Zhaolin slammed the folder in front of him shut and stood up: "Regarding the details, have Secretary Su and your team continue to coordinate. I agree to all the terms and conditions that are included in principle."

"Now, I'm leaving."

He Jing was stunned: "This... President Lu, Cheng hasn't signed the contract yet. Is this an emergency situation caused by Rong Shihao? Has something happened to the group?"

As Lu Zhaolin picked up his coat from the back of the chair, he said calmly, "Nothing happened."

"It's a private matter."

"More important than this multi-billion dollar business."

She walked to the French windows, touched up her makeup briefly, rubbed her bright red lipstick, and turned to look at the bewildered He Jing: "Mr. He, if you don't have anything else, you should go back and spend some time with your family."

"After all, these days are fleeting, and once you miss them, you won't get another chance."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and went out.

He left behind an extremely dashing silhouette.

He Jing's mouth gaped open, and after a long pause, he managed to stammer out, "Is this... the capriciousness of the strong?"

Meanwhile, at a private club.

Lu Zhaoheng was chatting and joking with a group of cronies.

"Let me tell you, that internet celebrity car model, don't bring her here next time! She's just a tacky, boring woman!"

"What's wrong with Young Master Lu today? Has he changed his ways?"

A rich second-generation with a mohawk joked, "You used to be quite the ladies' man."

Lu Zhaoheng glanced at his phone impatiently.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"What I'm pursuing now is a higher realm! Do you understand what a higher realm is?!"

"That's something you can only understand by following truly great teachings!"

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse, I have to go."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and was about to leave.

"Hey! Young Master Lu! What time is it? The nightclub hasn't even started yet!"

Friends all tried to persuade him to stay.

Lu Zhaoheng straightened his newly bought "Auspicious Purple Qi from the East" suit, which was supposedly blessed by Master Shihao, and said with a serious expression, "Stop talking nonsense! I have something very important to do today!"

"It's my birthday, I have to go to a hot pot restaurant! If I'm late, I won't even get a hot bowl of soup!"

"Big Talk? Young Master Lu, are you still calling yourself Brother Rong?"

"Nonsense! We'll compare kinship ties!"

Lu Zhaoheng pushed open the door to the private room, leaving his group of cronies with a mysterious and unfathomable back view: "You'd better be more polite when you see him in the future. He's... a true immortal."

The bus enters.

Gu Wanyin clutched the handbag tightly to her chest, watching the window cleaner's fan fly backward at breakneck speed, muttering to herself, "Faster...faster..."

"7

She ignored the strange looks from the other passengers.

All I can see in my mind is Qingyuan's expression that night when he stood under the streetlight and said, "I'm quite envious of you too."

That was the first time she had seen his vulnerable side.

It was at that moment that she made up her mind.

I want to weave this warmth into a scarf by hand and give it to him.

My phone vibrated.

It was a personnel appointment notice forwarded in the company group.

[Notification Regarding the Transfer of Comrade Gu Wanyin to the Position of Secretary in the President's Office]

She glanced at it and then turned it off.

A promotion and a raise?

But now, in her heart, even the brightest future is not as important as a smile from Ru Qingyuan tonight.