Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

A terrifying sun, so large it defies description and almost completely dominates the interior skyline!

What made Wang Ye tremble even more was that this blazing sun was not an ordinary red flame, but rather a pure and solid blue-green color!

That is the long-lost secret technique of the Zhuge family, the life-giving fire that can only be ignited by reaching the state of "abandoning thoughts and achieving purity"!

Moreover, around this blazing blue sun, which was powerful enough to incinerate everything, there was also a layer of extremely noble and awe-inspiring golden dragon and tiger aura!

The Dragon-Tiger Qi and Samadhi Fire intertwine and entwine in the inner vision, forming a majestic and awe-inspiring power that cannot be looked at directly.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!" Wang Ye shouted in terror from inside the inner world.

He didn't even have the courage to approach that blazing blue sun.

The mere lingering heat of the blazing sun was enough to send a tearing, searing pain through his soul. He had no doubt that if he dared to reach out and touch the sun in an attempt to find the answer, his soul would be instantly burned to nothingness, leaving not even ashes!

"Escape! We must get out of here immediately!"

Wang Ye made a decisive move, using all his mental strength to sever the connection with the inner world.

"puff--!"

On the second arena in reality, Wang Ye, who had his eyes closed, suddenly shuddered, opened his eyes abruptly, and uncontrollably sprayed a mouthful of bright red blood onto the bluestone floor.

His face turned ashen instantly, and he looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water. Sweat soaked through his Taoist robe, and his body was even trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Whoosh—" The audience erupted in uproar.

"What happened? Why did Wang Ye suddenly vomit blood?"

"Could it be that Zhuge Qing's magic just now left a hidden injury?"

"That's impossible! Zhuge Qing didn't even touch the hem of his clothes!"

In the VIP stands, Xu San and Xu Si were also stunned.

"Section Chief, what's wrong with these Taoist priests from Wudang Mountain? Are they trying to scam us?" Xu Si asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking utterly bewildered.

Zhuge Qi looked down at Wang Ye, who was vomiting blood, and a knowing glint flashed in his eyes.

He had just broken through the fourth stage of meditation, "a state of detachment and purity," and his mind was as clear as a mirror, allowing him to see clearly the changes in the surrounding energy. The moment Wang Ye closed his eyes, he sensed the intrusion of the other's consciousness.

"Trying to peer into the inner realm of someone who possesses a system and has ignited the Samadhi True Fire, this Taoist priest has already managed to burn himself into an idiot, which shows how solid his foundation in Feng Hou Qi Men is."

Zhuge Qi shook his head inwardly. But outwardly he remained calm and simply said, "Perhaps he didn't sleep well last night, and the internal energy drain from using that kind of strange technique just now caused a backlash. Xiao Li, notify the medical team to take a look at Master Wang Ye, so that no one dies on our company premises."

"Yes, Section Chief." Xiao Li immediately took out his walkie-talkie and called the medical staff.

Zhuge Qi stood up and straightened his suit jacket: "Let's go. Today's match is over, but there's still a lot of logistical work waiting for us to 'plan and coordinate.' Let Zhang Chulan come to my room for a meeting tonight."

……

As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens.

The simple office in the east wing of the guesthouse was brightly lit.

Zhuge Qing had changed into casual clothes and was sitting at the octagonal table, holding a cup of hot tea. His expression was calm, as if he had completely recovered from the defeat that afternoon.

The door opened, and Zhuge Qi stepped in.

"Cousin." Zhuge Qing immediately stood up to greet him, his tone filled with more heartfelt respect than ever before.

"Sit down, there are no outsiders here, no need to be so reserved." Zhuge Qi walked to the main seat and sat down. Looking at Zhuge Qing's eyes, which were much clearer, he nodded with satisfaction. "It seems that this afternoon's defeat not only didn't break you down, but it also cleared out all the turbidity in your heart."

Zhuge Qing chuckled self-deprecatingly: "If I can't even withstand this little setback, then I'll have let down my cousin for all the effort he put in yesterday. Feng Hou Qi Men is indeed ridiculously powerful. In that situation, all my calculations and pride seemed like a joke. But as you said, there's always someone better. Having seen it all, I've gained a clearer understanding."

"Even in defeat, there is a reason; knowing shame leads to courage. That's the true spirit of my cousin, Zhuge Qi." Zhuge Qi picked up his teacup and gently touched Zhuge Qing's cup. "You have successfully completed your mission at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Tomorrow, I will arrange a company car to take you and Zhuge Bai back to the village."

"So soon?" Zhuge Qing was slightly taken aback. "Cousin, the conference isn't over yet. This mountain is a place where great events are unfolding. If I stay, I might be able to help the company and you in some way."

"If you stay, you'll only cause me trouble." Zhuge Qi's eyes suddenly became deep. He abandoned his gentle older brother demeanor and adopted the authority of a section chief. "The first half of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is a martial arts contest to find a husband. The second half will be a chaotic mess of demons."

"While your current strength is considerable, if you get involved in the mess between the Ten Elders and the Quanxing, not only will your life be in danger, but you will also become a bargaining chip for others to use against me and the Zhuge family. Your return to the village to devote yourself to seclusion and integrate the insights you gained from the Feng Hou Qi Men these past few days will be the greatest help you can give me."

Zhuge Qing was a clever man; he understood immediately. He realized that the storm about to hit Longhu Mountain was definitely no small matter.

"I understand, cousin. Please be careful here. If there is anything the family can do to help, the patriarch said that the entire Wuhou Sect will be at your beck and call," Zhuge Qing said solemnly.

Zhuge Qi nodded slightly.

After Zhuge Qing left, Xu San and Xu Si brought Zhang Chulan into the office not long after.

The meeting officially began that evening.

Zhang Chulan was in high spirits after defeating Shan Shitong without a fight today. As soon as he entered, he grinned and approached me: "Section Chief Zhuge, boss! You called me here tonight, are you going to teach me some administrative methods to subdue the enemy without fighting? To be honest, I've also looked into my opponent for tomorrow. What do you think, should we...?"

"Stop with your clever tricks, Zhang Chulan." Zhuge Qi interrupted him, his tone stern, a far cry from the gentle praise he had given yesterday.

Zhang Chulan was startled and immediately stopped smiling, standing up straight. Xu San and Xu Si also exchanged a glance and sat up straight.

"The methods used within the system emphasize adapting to the times. Yesterday, I taught you how to manipulate the rules because in the initial chaos, preserving strength and concealing your trump cards were paramount. But now, the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony has entered a heated phase."

Zhuge Qi tapped his knuckles on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound. "You're about to face the true core disciples of various sects, and even the successors of the Ten Elders. At this stage, if you still rely on opportunistic tricks to get by, do you think the Celestial Master will pass the position to you? Will those Ten Elders watching from the stands, eyeing you covetously, accept that you'll sit in that position willingly?"

Zhang Chulan fell silent.

He knew very well that the mess left by his grandfather could not be cleaned up by "shameless" alone.

"So, starting with tomorrow's match, you need to demonstrate the absolute strength worthy of the title 'Qi Source Transmission Person'."

Zhuge Qi's gaze was piercing as he stared intently at Zhang Chulan. "Don't you want to know the truth of what happened back then? The truth is only held by the one with the strongest fist and the highest position. Only by honorably breaking through this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, standing before the Old Celestial Master, and accepting that position will you be qualified to turn the pages of history. Do you understand?"

These words, like the resounding toll of a bell, made Zhang Chulan's eardrums buzz.

He dropped his nonchalant facade, and for the first time, a chilling sharpness flashed in his eyes.

That was the sharp edge that had been revealed to the world after ten years of forbearance and dormancy.

"I understand, Section Chief," Zhang Chulan said in a deep voice.

……

the next day.

In the independent courtyard of the east wing of the guesthouse, Zhuge Qi was wearing a loose and comfortable gray Tai Chi uniform, his eyes slightly closed, slowly practicing Tai Chi Cloud Hands under a century-old welcoming pine tree.

His movements were so slow that it seemed as if he was pulling the flow of the surrounding air, creating a tiny vortex that was barely perceptible to the naked eye.

After breaking through to the fourth realm of meditation, "abandoning thoughts and achieving purity," Zhuge Qi's control over his own Qi had reached a state of perfect harmony and a return to simplicity.

At this very moment, if a high-level sorcerer with the ability to observe qi were standing here, they would surely be speechless with astonishment at the sight before them—

Deep within Zhuge Qi's dantian, a ball of extremely pure and solid blue-green flame pulsed rhythmically with his breath, just like a living heart.

That was the Zhuge family's ultimate technique, Samadhi True Fire, which struck fear into the hearts of countless sorcerers in the world of supernatural beings.

This terrifying flame, powerful enough to scorch rivers and boil seas, and burn people's souls, was now as docile as a completely tamed cat, wandering through Zhuge Qi's limbs and bones, constantly tempering his meridians.

"call--"

After finishing his set of punches, Zhuge Qi slowly withdrew his stance, exhaling a breath of turbid air mixed with faint blue sparks. The breath, exhaled into the air, produced an extremely subtle sonic boom, and the surrounding temperature rose by more than ten degrees Celsius out of nowhere.

"Section Chief, your breakfast is here. And the Longjing tea you requested."

Outside the courtyard gate, Secretary Li cautiously entered, carrying several takeout boxes. She had vaguely sensed a suffocating heatwave outside the gate, and now, upon seeing Zhuge Qi, her eyes were filled with awe.

"Xiao Li, you've worked hard. Put it on the stone table." Zhuge Qi picked up the iconic stainless steel thermos from the stone bench next to him and casually unscrewed the lid.

The water in the thermos had long since cooled down. Instead of reaching for the kettle, Zhuge Qi casually ran his thumb across the bottom of the thermos.

"laugh--"

A wisp of bluish-green flame, almost invisible to the naked eye, flashed and disappeared at the bottom of the cup.

In that mere fraction of a second of contact, the thermos filled with cold water instantly boiled, and the billowing white steam, carrying the fragrance of Longjing tea, immediately filled the entire courtyard.

What's even more frightening is that the ordinary double-walled stainless steel cup body showed no signs of being burned or blackened.

If Zhuge Gong, the head of the Zhuge family, were to see such subtle manipulation of the Samadhi Fire, he would probably be so shocked that he would pluck out a handful of his beard.

Xiao Li watched in stunned silence, swallowing hard. "Section Chief...you...you used this legendary skill to boil water?"

Zhuge Qi blew on the tea leaves on the water, took a slow sip, and a contented expression, like that of an old cadre, appeared on his face: "Little Li, you don't understand. So-called magic is, in the final analysis, just a tool."

Whether it's used to slay demons or to boil water and brew tea, its essence is to serve our lives and improve our happiness index.

If you become a slave to a craft just because it's famous, and hold yourself in a pedestal, that's putting the cart before the horse. The worst thing we can do when working within the system is to be bound by dogmatism, understand?

Xiao Li nodded as if he understood, and quickly took out his notebook to write down this "leader's quote".

"Alright, pack up and get ready to go to the front mountain arena." Zhuge Qi put down his thermos, went back inside to change into a sharp suit, and neatly pinned the name tag that represented his identity as the head of the Extraordinary Affairs Department of Na Du Tong to his chest.

"Today, there's a major event to watch. I hope to see a 'performance review' report that satisfies me."

……

At 9:00 AM, the main arena at the front of Longhu Mountain.

The atmosphere here can't be described as just "hot"; it's like a powder keg that's been lit.

The circular stands, which can hold thousands of people, were packed to capacity, with a sea of ​​heads.

However, unlike the usual scenes of cheering for supporters, today the thousands of spectators were almost unanimously booing wildly.

"Shameless! Zhang Chulan! Get off!"

"You shameless bastard! Let's see how you play tricks today!"

"Down with these shameless scoundrels! Restore peace and order to the world of supernatural beings!"

The overwhelming insults and boos rose in waves, causing ripples to appear on the array of light screens surrounding the arena.

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Xu San and Xu Si from the North China branch were smoking, their foreheads covered in sweat.

"Damn it, those bastards are hurling awful insults." Xu Si irritably crushed his cigarette butt in the ashtray, then turned to look at Zhuge Qi, who sat calmly in the middle. "Section Chief Zhuge, Chu Lan's opponent today is no pushover. It's Tang Wenlong, a genius from the outer sect of the Tang Clan, nicknamed 'Poison Sting'."

This guy's mastery of Tang Clan hidden weapons and protective poison barriers is unparalleled. Chu Lan previously relied on shamelessness to get through the preliminary rounds; if he tries to rely on that again today, he'll be pricked like a hedgehog.

Zhuge Qi placed his hands on his knees, his deep gaze calmly observing the noisy arena below through his gold-rimmed glasses. He spoke softly, "The eyes of the masses are discerning, and their emotions are easily swayed. Zhang Chulan initially chose to overdraw his social reputation to conceal his strength; in administrative management, this is called 'sunk cost of credit.'"

Now that the costs have been incurred, today is the day he should recoup them and let his performance speak for itself.

Zhuge Qi paused, a meaningful smile curving his lips: "If he's still the same hopeless case today, then all my political and ideological work last night was for nothing. In that case, I don't mind reporting to General Manager Zhao right now and fully activating the backup plan."

Upon hearing the words "backup plan," Xu San and Xu Si's hearts sank. Neither of them dared to speak, and they could only cast worried glances at the arena.

At this moment, amidst a chorus of boos, Zhang Chulan walked out of the contestant tunnel.

The "shameless woman" who used to always appear with a hunched back and a fawning smile on her face seemed like a completely different person today.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black sweatpants, his back ramrod straight, his hands casually in his pockets. What was even more unsettling was his gaze.

Those eyes, which had always been shrewd and cowardly, were now deathly still, like a peerless, deadly sword that had been hidden in a tattered scabbard for ten years, finally being slowly drawn out half an inch.

Standing opposite him was a young man with a mohawk and an arrogant look in his eyes—Tang Wenlong.