From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Tang Jinrou returned to the bedroom, sat down at the dressing table, and turned on the warm light.

The face in the mirror was smooth and the skin was taut; you couldn't feel a single wrinkle when you touched it with your fingertips.

She leaned closer, and even her nasolabial folds appeared much shallower. Her entire face was radiant and glowing, with such good skin that she wouldn't be outshone among women in their late twenties.

Her hair was different too; the long, black, and smooth hair that fell over her shoulders was now visible through her fingers, with a satin-like sheen.

Tang Jinrou got up and walked to the dressing mirror. She loosened her bath towel, looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, and then let out a long sigh.

In the past, she would have been said to be thirty-five, but now, standing there, she looks at most thirty-one or thirty-two.

"Was it all cured by that kid?"

She changed into a dark silk loungewear set, straightened her hair, and went downstairs.

The living room was empty, with only a shallow dent remaining on the sofa.

An assistant came out from the side hall to greet him: "Mayor Tang, you're awake."

"Um."

Tang Jinrou glanced around. "Where's Lu Yunzhou?"

"Mr. Lu took a nap after dinner and woke up about forty minutes ago. Seeing that you were still resting upstairs, he didn't disturb you and left on his own."

Tang Jinrou picked up her phone and dialed the number.

"Beep...beep...Sister Tang? You're awake?"

"Lu Yunzhou, come back here."

There was a hint of reproach in her voice.

"what?"

There was a pause on the other end. "I'm almost in the city. Sister Tang, you should rest. I still have things to do."

Tang Jinrou stomped her foot, lowering her voice, which carried a hint of spoiled pout and slight resentment: "You brat, not only did you cure my illness, but you also made me look several years younger, and then you just left without even giving me a chance to thank you?"

"Looks several years younger?"

Lu Yunzhou paused for a moment, then smiled. "Oh, I understand. Once the root of the illness is removed, the blood and qi flow smoothly, the meridians are unblocked, and the person's overall condition naturally improves, which is why they appear younger and more energetic."

In fact, he himself did not expect that the Creation Technique combined with True Qi Acupuncture could produce such a powerful effect.

While clearing the heart meridian, it also clears and cleanses all the meridians in the body, expelling impurities that have accumulated over many years, which is equivalent to washing the person from the inside out.

Tang Jinrou sighed, then straightened her tone: "Yunzhou, I'll remember this favor. Whether it was saving my life or making me younger, I'll treat you to dinner another day, and you have to come. No refusing."

"Don't worry, Sister Tang, I'll definitely be there. I won't back out."

Lu Yunzhou deserves a swift and satisfying end.

He paused, then changed the subject: "By the way, Sister Tang, about my friend's father, what about you...?"

"Don't worry about it. I've got someone taking care of it."

"Thank you so much, Sister Tang."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

The two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Lu Yunzhou put down his phone and did not continue heading towards the city.

He turned off at the next intersection and drove along a narrow road into the deep mountains for about twenty minutes before finally parking his car by a stream.

Surrounded by dense forests, devoid of human presence, the stream flows through the rocks with a crisp sound, and the air is filled with the sweet, earthy scent of soil and vegetation.

It's so much better than the city center.

Lu Yunzhou got out of the car, looked around to make sure there was no sign of life within a hundred meters, then walked to a flat blue stone by the stream, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Place your hands on your knees, palms facing up, regulate your breathing, and begin circulating the "Creation Technique".

The remaining true energy in the body is like a trickle in a dried-up riverbed. With each cycle of the cultivation technique, the thin but pure spiritual energy in the surrounding air is drawn in, seeping into the meridians through the pores and converging into the dantian.

The concentration of spiritual energy in this deep mountain is almost twice that of the city. Every breath you take carries a refreshing coolness, and your entire spine feels tingly as if it's been electrified.

Time passed little by little.

The vegetation within a three-zhang radius around Lu Yunzhou began to change.

The once vibrant shrub leaves slowly drooped, their color fading from emerald green to grayish-green, and the branches also drooped limply, as if something had drained their vitality.

The clumps of wild grass by the stream were even more noticeable, their leaf tips curled up and withered.

He greedily absorbed the spiritual energy, and the true energy within his body rebounded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From 30%, 50%, 70%... after an unknown amount of time, the true qi in the dantian had recovered to over 80%, and the aura of the whole body became solid and heavy again.

Just as he was about to complete another full cycle of circulation, a sharp shout suddenly came from afar.

"Help! Help me!"

The woman's voice, young, was hoarse and choked with sobs.

Lu Yunzhou opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept toward the source of the sound.

About a hundred meters upstream, a young woman stumbled out of the bushes.

Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her face, her clothes were soaked and clung tightly to her body, revealing her figure.

She kept looking back as she ran, her steps frantic and unsteady.

Immediately afterwards, three men rushed out of the woods.

The one in the lead had a buzz cut, an old scar on his face that stretched from his eyebrow to his cheekbone, and his clothes were so dirty that their original color was no longer visible.

The two behind them, one tall and one short, were both dressed in rags, with menacing faces, and ran like two hungry wolves.

"Damn it, what a little girl running so fast!"

The man with the buzz cut was cursing.

"Block her! Go around to the left, don't let her cross the river!"

In her panic, the woman stepped into the stream. Slipping on the pebbles, she fell flat on her back with a "plop." The water was up to her waist, and she was soaked to the bone, looking utterly disheveled.

She struggled to stand, her legs trembling, and kept crying out, "Don't come any closer... please let me go..."

But as soon as she managed to steady herself on the rocks, two men who had caught up with her grabbed her wrists on either side and twisted them behind her back, rendering her unable to move.

The man with the buzz cut strode over, stood in front of her, and tilted his head to look her up and down.

The woman's clothes were soaked through, the thin fabric clinging to her body, revealing her curves clearly.

The man with the buzz cut grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Why are you running? You're lucky to have run into us."

The woman trembled with fear, tears streaming down her face with the stream water, her voice shaking: "I don't know you... I didn't see anything... Let me go, I can give you money, lots of money..."

"money?"

The man with the buzz cut rolled his eyes. "We're in need, but..."

His gaze was fixed on the woman, his Adam's apple bobbed, he licked his lips, and he smiled in a lewd manner.

"The three of us have been chased by the cops for almost a week, and we haven't even been able to touch a woman's hand. Isn't it a coincidence that they've delivered themselves to our doorstep today?"

"Let the brothers relax first, then we'll ask your family for money. We won't delay either."

"No! Let me go! Help! Is anyone there?!"

The woman struggled desperately, her voice hoarse from shouting.

"Gag them, drag them to that cave up there, and play with them slowly."