One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

Lin Mo's hand was tightly held by this dignified one of the Ten Elders, the head of the Tianxia Group with assets worth hundreds of billions.

Feeling the strength and warmth from the other person's palm, and that undisguised desire to make friends.

Lin Mo was unusually taken aback for a moment.

Feng Zhenghao?

The leader of the World Society?

He had heard of and seen it in his previous life.

But this is the first time the two have actually met, and they have absolutely no connection whatsoever.

A powerful and influential tycoon in the world of supernatural beings, worth hundreds of billions, actually shook hands with his young bodyguard, who was dressed in cheap clothes worth less than two hundred yuan.

Isn't this a bit too humble?

Something's fishy going on. Could it be that I've revealed my secret weapon?

Lin Mo withdrew his hand without making a sound, and instantly put on a flawless, five-star business smile.

However, his gaze passed over Feng Zhenghao's shoulder and landed suspiciously on Lu Jin and Lu Linglong on the sofa.

Lu Linglong was holding a teacup and blowing on it gently. When she saw him looking over, she playfully stuck out her tongue at him and made an exaggerated face with a hint of "you deserve it" in her mockery.

Lu Jin, sitting next to him, put down the top-grade Da Hong Pao (a type of traditional Chinese robe), leaned back slightly on the leather sofa, and laughed twice.

"Alright, kid, stop overthinking it. I was just chatting with President Feng and casually mentioned you a couple of times."

"I said my Lu family hired a highly skilled bodyguard."

"Although young, he is extremely reliable. Most importantly, he loves money. As long as the money is right, he will take on any difficult task."

At this point, Lu Jin paused deliberately, raised an eyebrow at Lin Mo and winked, "President Feng has a large and powerful family, so it's common for him to encounter all sorts of miscellaneous troubles."

"I've been thinking you're all obsessed with money, so I thought I'd set you up. Chairman Feng is a real tycoon, you know."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo stared intently at Lu Jin, his mind racing with calculations.

He originally thought that Lu Jin valued him, at most wanting to tie him tightly to the Lu family's chariot.

Logically speaking, normal employers would prefer bodyguards to work around the clock, so why would they actively send out strong and capable outsourced resources?

Aren't you afraid of being poached by a high-salary company and then running away?

Such a broad-minded and generous spirit, and such undisguised kindness in helping others, truly befits Old Master Lu, who is in charge of one of the four families!

They're such amazing clients, you'd never meet one like them in this lifetime!

For a moment, Lin Mo was indeed touched.

It even gives rise to the impulse of a working-class person encountering a supreme and enlightened ruler.

He took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to warm and moisten slightly, and his gaze towards Lu Jin was full of heartfelt sincerity.

"Mr. Lu, you've really been too kind to me! I, Lin Mo, have no way to repay you. Even if you don't give me more money in the future, I will still..."

"Alright, alright, stop right now!"

Seeing that heartfelt expression made Lu Jin's lips twitch, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He waved his hand dismissively, interrupting Lin Mo's heartfelt confession.

"Don't flatter me, kid. And don't give me any empty compliments."

"It's not a big deal, why are you looking like you're about to cry? Just protect Linglong and don't waste the 100,000 yuan base salary I gave you."

Feng Zhenghao watched this peculiar employer-employee relationship from the side, his smile growing even wider.

Having navigated the business world for many years, he has an excellent eye for people. A young man who can get the strong-willed Lu Jin to personally solicit business must have something extraordinary about him.

"Haha, Mr. Lin, Mr. Lu just praised you highly."

Feng Zhenghao, taking advantage of the situation, naturally pulled out his personal phone and displayed the QR code.

"Feng is a businessman, and he inevitably encounters troubles that he needs to deal with from time to time."

"If it's convenient for Mr. Lin, let's exchange contact information. In the future, our Tianxia Society may be able to cooperate with Mr. Lin more on some special requests."

Upon hearing the words "commission" and "cooperation," which carry connotations of money, Lin Mo, who was just moments before immersed in emotion, instantly wiped the emotion off his face.

"Convenient! So convenient, Chairman Feng! You're too kind!"

His expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and with a "ding," he deftly scanned Feng Zhenghao's QR code.

The expression on his face instantly shifted from being moved to the point of dying for a friend to being 100% professional and enthusiastic.

[Note revised: General Manager of Tianxia Huifeng - Potential Super Client]

Lu Linglong, who was holding a teacup beside him, took in Lin Mo's smooth and effortless movements. She couldn't help but roll her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Your change of expression is too fast! You big money-grubber, what happened to your dramatic display of emotion just now?"

Lin Mo put away his phone and replied matter-of-factly, "Ms. Lu, you don't understand. Being touched is one thing, but business is another. As an employee, I must always keep my social media channels open."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere became increasingly harmonious thanks to Lin Mo's shameless banter.

After adding each other on WeChat, Lin Mo remained true to his word, professionally taking a half-step back to stand behind Lu Linglong.

Upon seeing this, Feng Zhenghao immediately gestured for him to sit down on the single sofa next to him.

He even personally picked up the teapot and poured him a steaming cup of Da Hong Pao tea.

After sitting down again and exchanging a few pleasantries, Feng Zhenghao picked up his teacup again, looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and suddenly revealed a look of lingering fear mixed with boundless longing on his face.

The conversation naturally turned to the most sensational event in the world of supernatural beings recently.

"Speaking of which, the other day in the back mountain of Longhu Mountain, it really broadened my horizons."

Feng Zhenghao exclaimed, his voice filled with awe, "That sky full of thunder truly opened my eyes. It almost tore the entire sky apart, a display of the might of heaven."

"I never imagined that the Celestial Master's Mansion was so deep, hiding such a reclusive master who was like a god."

Upon hearing Feng Zhenghao mention this matter, Lu Jin stroked his gray beard, looking deeply convinced.

"you do not say!"

Lu Jin sighed and shook his head. "That stubborn old master is really good at hiding his true intentions."

"I've known him for nearly a century. If it weren't for the huge thunderstorm on the back mountain that day, I wouldn't have heard a thing!"

Feng Zhenghao turned his head, his surprise deepening: "Such an extraordinary person, even you, Elder Lu, were completely unaware of him before?"

"I have absolutely no idea!" Lu Jin admitted frankly, his tone full of admiration and longing as a Qi cultivator. "To be honest, I dream of seeing that senior's true face in person, of paying my respects, or even just exchanging a few moves from afar. That would be enough to make my life complete."

Feng Zhenghao nodded emphatically in deep agreement, his expression becoming more solemn than ever before.

"The realm of ascension to heaven is the legendary end point for all cultivators."

Feng Zhenghao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. "With my meager skills, I, Feng Zhenghao, would never dare to dream of reaching that level in my lifetime."

"But if I could witness such a legend with my own eyes..."

He paused, then his eyes blazed with a fervor and decisiveness unique to businessmen: "Even if it means losing everything for a single word of guidance from a master, I'd be willing!"

Hearing the words "bankruptcy".

Lin Mo, who was sitting to the side leisurely drinking tea, suddenly twitched his wrist imperceptibly, and his eyes instantly lit up with an astonishing brightness.

Feng Zhenghao's complete financial ruin?

The entire net worth of a 300 billion yuan group?!

How many river-view penthouses with 300-square-meter gardens would you have to buy then?!

To avoid revealing his hunger for money too obviously, Lin Mo quickly coughed tactically.

He strained to control his facial muscles, straightening his face and adopting an expression of extreme admiration, as if looking up to a towering mountain, before echoing:

"Yes, yes, those seniors at that level—just thinking about them is inspiring! They're like towering mountains for us younger generations to look up to!"

Lu Linglong, who was sitting to the side, almost spat out the tea in her mouth on the spot.

Her eyes darted back and forth between the great-grandfather, Feng Zhenghao, and Lin Mo, whose face was full of "devoutness," with a strange look.

Others may not know what happened on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain that day, but she, the bodyguard client who was pushed dozens of meters away, saw it all clearly!

The person who caused the thunderstorm and was regarded as a "reclusive senior" by these two top-level figures in the Ten Elders.

At this moment, he sat openly on a single sofa, even putting on a straight face and praising it along with others!

"This guy's such a charlatan! What kind of bulletproof material is his skin made of?!"

Lu Linglong mentally ranted and raved.

Despite being frantically worshipped to his face by bigwigs like his grandfather and the president of the World Society, Lin Mo didn't show the slightest sign of anything amiss. His shameless composure was simply unbelievable.

However, complaints aside.

Lu Linglong subconsciously still absolutely did not believe in the "ascension to immortality" that her great-grandfather and Feng Zhenghao had repeatedly mentioned.

What a joke.

How old is Lin Mo?

He was in his early twenties, and looked only a few years older than her!

Even if you start cultivating from the womb, it's impossible to become an immortal overnight, right?

What's more, just two days ago this guy was haggling with her over a few hundred yuan for a delivery fee, and just now before coming in, he carefully folded the taxi receipt for thirty-eight yuan and stuffed it into his pocket, preparing to take it back to the Lu family's finance department for reimbursement.

Even an immortal monster who has lived for countless years needs to save money to buy a house and ask for invoices for reimbursement.

Thinking of this, Lu Linglong couldn't help but put down her teacup, lean forward slightly, and break the two big shots' sigh with a frown.

"Grandpa, Chairman Feng, I still don't quite understand. How were you so sure that person was really ascending back then?"

"These are all old legends. Maybe they were just practicing some special technique and happened to make a noise like thunder?"

Faced with Lu Linglong's questioning, Feng Zhenghao was not angry, but instead smiled gently.

"Miss Lu, as your cultivation progresses further, your spiritual perception will naturally undergo a qualitative improvement."

Feng Zhenghao placed his hands on his knees and patiently explained, "Legend has it that some senior masters have such spiritual perception that they can sense the autumn wind before it blows, allowing them to keenly capture the most subtle changes in the world."

Feng Zhenghao's tone became somewhat ethereal: "Those in the pavilion on the back mountain at that time were all the Ten Elders, and even the weakest of them had cultivation levels far exceeding those of ordinary people."

"Besides the Celestial Master, Elder Lu and Elder Lü, who were the most powerful among them, clearly sensed an atmosphere that was simply indescribable at the moment the thunderstorm struck."

"That's the unique energy fluctuation that occurs when this world is rejecting a certain life, or when the gates of heaven are about to open to guide someone away!"

"To my shame, I had a vague feeling about it at the time, but I thought it was just my imagination."

"But after confirming with Elder Lu and the others, it was absolutely a sign of ascension!"

After hearing these words, Lu Linglong opened her mouth wide.

Like an eager student, she turned her head blankly to look at her great-grandfather beside her, seeking confirmation.

Lu Jin nodded heavily, his expression extremely solemn.

"President Feng is right."

"Although it seems a bit unbelievable, I've been through a lot in my life, so that feeling is definitely not wrong."

Lu Jin's voice carried a hint of heaviness and reverence, "That senior who was bathed in the thunder was truly ascending to heaven at that time."

"I just don't know why, but at the last moment, they abruptly stopped the process."

At this point, Lu Jin couldn't help but gasp, sighing with emotion, "Linglong, you must understand, to be able to forcibly stop such a heaven-defying power ascension shows that this senior's cultivation has reached an unfathomable level!"

"Even I'm far from being as good as him!"

Lu Jin shook her head, her face full of regret: "Back then, everyone, including myself, risked our lives to see its true face..."

"Unfortunately, it was too late."

"If those seniors who stand aloof on the clouds are determined not to let us see them, then we people probably won't have that blessing in our lifetime."

As Lu Jin finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the luxurious reception room.

Only the rising steam from the tea slowly dissipated in the air.

At this moment, Lu Linglong was completely dumbfounded.

She stood frozen on the sofa, dumbfounded.

My brain felt as if it had been struck by lightning and then run over by a heavy road roller, roaring and completely blank.

Unfathomable? Repulsion from the energy field of heaven and earth?

Even the old master himself admitted that he was far inferior.

How is this possible?!

These words flashed wildly through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Like a stuck robot, she turned her neck inch by inch, staring blankly to the side.

In her line of sight was Lin Mo, who was wearing a tracksuit that cost less than two hundred yuan, had a taxi receipt in his pocket, and had just been full of amazement, praising the "peerless senior".

He was leisurely picking up a delicate pastry from the table and popping it into his mouth, chewing it with relish.

So... Lin Mo wasn't practicing martial arts in the back mountain back then?

Is he really about to ascend to immortality?!

This is the same money-grubbing bodyguard in front of me who would risk his life against the Quanxing Sect for a 50,000 yuan appearance fee and demand extra compensation for dirty shoes. He's the same person whom top-tier bigwigs like Grandfather and Chairman Feng worship with fanaticism, and who would give up everything to meet him but can't even get a glimpse of him...

"Ascended Senior"?!

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