Master, What Dao Do You Cultivate?

Chapter 57: The Peak of the Virtual Spirit

Ji Qinglin sat in the café downstairs, casually absorbing data from the Qi Sea Cloud Storage. It seemed that the more cultivation techniques he learned, the more data his body could handle.

The time spent on this exchange was indeed long, nearly an entire afternoon. It wasn't until later that Lei Qiuyun and Yu Jizi finally came out. From their expressions, it seemed like it was good news.

"Teacher, why didn’t you go up with them?"

"I’m asking for a favor. If I go up and run into them, it might not be convenient. How did it go?"

Lei Qiuyun's face lit up with joy as he said, "I don’t know which friend you asked for help, but their power is enormous. The attitude of the supervisor we met this time was completely different. They were almost eager to collaborate, asking for all the relevant information. Though they didn’t give us a direct reply, they have already arranged for follow-up coordination."

Yu Jizi, standing nearby, was equally amazed. "I didn’t expect Elder Ji to not only be powerful but also have such deep connections."

Ji Qinglin felt some confusion in his heart. He had asked Qianfeng for help, but it seemed the success rate was just higher because of her connections—after all, there were so many supervisors in the group. It seemed she truly had connections.

Thinking about this, Ji Qinglin asked, "Who were the people you connected with?"

Lei Qiuyun recalled, "Aside from an elder named Uncle Mo, the rest were all supervisors from the company. That Uncle Mo, though, is definitely a master."

"Uncle Mo was there?""So you know him!"

"Not exactly that familiar. Was there a red-eyed girl in a white suit among the supervisors?"

Lei Qiuyun thought for a moment, then said, "No one in a white suit, they all wore normal supervisor uniforms. But there was indeed a red-eyed girl who asked me some questions about the New East Street Commerce Guild."

"Did the young vice president show up?"

Yu Jizi shook his head. "No, it was just these supervisors, but since their attitudes were like that, it’s clear that the young vice president must be supporting this."

"Tsk, why did she change into a supervisor's outfit? Is she hiding her identity, or was it just her clothes... The gestures she made weren’t that extreme either."

With that thought, Ji Qinglin asked, "Elder, is it true that the young vice president of Four Seas Trade is the son of the former chairman? Is this information accurate?"

Yu Jizi explained, "The identity of the young vice president of Four Seas Trade has already been confirmed. Although it is kept confidential for safety reasons, the information is still quite reliable. Do you have any doubts, Elder Ji?"

"No, just wanted to confirm," Ji Qinglin replied, swallowing nervously. He was thinking the worst: today, did he... stir up a hornet’s nest?

Lei Qiuyun asked, "Teacher, is there a reason you’re using a fake identity? If it’s something the guild can handle, don’t hesitate to ask. If it requires further sacrifices from you, as your student, I really..."

Ji Qinglin waved his hand. "No worries. Just don’t reveal my identity for now. Let’s keep the coordination going. By the way, how is the president doing?"

Lei Qiuyun sighed. "The injuries to his body and meridians aren’t the main issue. The real problem is that when he was severely injured, the lightning energy in his body didn’t dissipate. So now, we have to slowly clear the remaining lightning energy from his meridians. The doctors say the rest of his body is fine."

Suppressing the president’s energy without it being released—what kind of power was that?

Ji Qinglin thought for a moment, considering that his Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm could remove different energies, but that wasn’t really designed for healing. It was fine for handling something like Yu Ye’s situation, but not for hospitals.

"Alright, let me know if there’s any progress with the president. If he wakes up, the guild’s chances will improve."

Although both were dressed, the awkward positions made it necessary for Nan Gong Qianfeng to change clothes before going up to meet people. Uncle Mo mistakenly thought that Nan Gong Qianfeng was just being cautious and had specifically changed into supervisor attire.

Before the formal meeting, Nan Gong Qianfeng told Uncle Mo that she had just learned some information about the New East Street Commerce Guild through personal channels and, given the manageable risks, wanted to try collaborating.

Uncle Mo began verifying the information. Since Nan Gong Qianfeng was trying to take some initiative, he fully supported her. To lower the risks, he also reduced the investment, as what New East Street really needed right now was allies.

As for the supervisors, once their messages from higher-ups were relayed, they immediately knew what to do.

Afraid Uncle Mo might hear about Huang Silang’s identity and lecture her, Nan Gong Qianfeng never bothered to verify with Lei Qiuyun.

By the time the exchange ended and she was heading back, Nan Gong Qianfeng couldn’t stop thinking about the "teaching" incident from the eighth floor.

And that scene felt oddly familiar. After thinking for a moment, Nan Gong Qianfeng opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the "mini sketchbook" she had snatched from Huang Silang’s home.

"Slanting swallow piercing the heart, Virtual Spirit Peak strike... Does this really exist... This is truly unbearable!"

Previously, she had only glanced through it out of boredom, thinking how could such weird poses exist, assuming the author was just trying to be sensational. But after being “taught” today, the scene flashed back in her mind, and now, seeing the pictures, all she could think of was how she had been pinned to the wall earlier, and how real the sensation had felt!

Nan Gong Qianfeng took a deep breath, steadying her mind. She tossed the study material aside, muttering, "Books and people are both dangerous things!"

Just as she spoke, Uncle Mo entered the room and casually asked, "What book and people are dangerous things?"

Seeing him, Nan Gong Qianfeng hurriedly grabbed the "Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Mini Sketchbook" and shoved it back into the drawer, quickly changing the subject. "Nothing, low-level martial arts techniques mislead young people. Uncle Mo, what did the supervisors from New East Street mean?"

"From the big data of the company, it does seem like a gamble worth taking. However, the final result depends on how well New East Street can perform. Personally, I’m hoping to pull some strings. Old Lei Gong Lei Qiong has quite a good reputation, and it looks like his daughter is pretty determined," Uncle Mo explained.

"Your words are true. Compared to me, I just look like a lazy, good-for-nothing display cabinet, huh?" Nan Gong Qianfeng quipped.

"Haha, I didn’t mean it that way. Different-sized organizations just have different management styles."

Since Uncle Mo had confirmed that Huang Silang’s words were true, Nan Gong Qianfeng didn’t want to miss an opportunity to prove herself.

"Then, please let them know. If we help, the success of the investment will count as the company’s, but if it fails, I’ll take full responsibility."

"It sounds good, but if the investment succeeds, the company will earn, but doesn’t that mean the Nan Gong family gets the biggest share?"

"Uncle Mo! Let me look cool at least!"

"Hahaha, that’s a good start with such courage. I’ll go tell them."

Meanwhile, a black silhouette riding a Night Owl 750 arrived at the North New District Free Market. She removed her helmet, revealing the strikingly beautiful face that Ji Qinglin had once described as "half of a world-destroying beauty."

While her master was handling some business for the guild, Yu Ye had come alone to Zhang Huai Min’s store.