Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 17 The Moon, the Cat, and Profound Truths
Once inside the attic, Wang Yi first tested the temperature of the walls.

“No.” He opened the door with practiced ease. “It could be because the sun is stronger today than yesterday, or it could be due to global warming.”

Elsa: "And what about global warming?"

"That's what I said."

After blocking the door, Wang Yi opened the door next to it that led to the rooftop.

Although the walls were still warm, a cool breeze had already begun to blow across the rooftop.

The moon had already climbed halfway up the sky, and although it was only halfway up, the sunlight was plentiful.

Elsa leaped onto the rooftop railing like a real cat.

Wang Yi pulled up a plastic stool and sat down, placing the beer, drinks, peanuts, and edamame he had bought on the table. He casually asked, "Why did you specifically turn into a cat? When you're in human form, nobody can see your ears and tail, right?"

Ordinary people can see Elsa, but they can't see her "strange clothes," as if the Nine Cauldrons Barrier separates her from ordinary people.

Elsa crouched on the railing, the silvery moonlight shimmering on her white fur.

"It will be more convenient for me to transform into cat form, and it will also be less likely to put ordinary people in danger. After all, I am a great demon."

Wang Yi: "Can the great demon shout 'Gu Gu Ga Ga'?"

"I learned that online!"

You learn online too!
"I can also sing 'Hakimi North and South Roads~'"

Wang Yi sighed, "I've had enough of that loudspeaker lady I just encountered on the subway."

There was a woman on the subway playing music on her phone the whole time.

Elsa: "It sounds so beautiful! You just don't know how to appreciate it!"

Wang Yi didn't answer, but grabbed a bean and started eating it.

While he was busy with his work, he used his newly acquired senses to explore his surroundings.

After leaving the underground of Kunyu Energy Company, the "drowning feeling" brought by the new senses was greatly reduced, and the spiritual energy in the air was so thin that it was almost imperceptible.

In contrast, the spiritual energy in humans becomes more apparent.

Ordinary people can only sense a little bit of Qi, after all, ordinary people also have a Qi Sea value of 1.

Meanwhile, a large amount of energy was slowly circulating around Wang Yi and Elsa.

If humans only have the sense of sensing qi, then a practitioner like Wang Yi would stand out in a crowd, which is probably why he can attract the attention of the opposite sex.

Strangely enough, Wang Yi's Qi Sea should only be 1, but with his new senses, he can clearly see Qi circulating in his body, much more than the average person.

Could it be that the company's machine is broken and the measurement is inaccurate?
As Wang Yi drank his beer, fueled by the alcohol, he began to daydream: Maybe this is the case. In reality, his spiritual energy strength is 222, and his Qi Sea is 1111, but the company's machine cannot measure such a powerful number, resulting in a display bug!

Elsa: "Why are you laughing like an idiot while drinking your beer? Are you fantasizing about your wonderful date with the neighbor lady later?"

No, I wouldn't fantasize about something so simplistic!

However, the plot of measuring machine malfunction and then pretending to be weak to take advantage of others isn't that profound.

Withdrawing from his unrealistic fantasies, Wang Yi seriously considered that tomorrow, during his basic training session on the training machine, he would use his new senses to thoroughly understand the path of energy circulation.

Just when I couldn't feel the breath, this new sensory experience was like a timely rain.

Once you've mastered the method of circulating your internal energy and can maintain it subconsciously, according to Instructor Li, that's considered mastering the first level of the technique and officially entering the gate.

If you reach the first level, the battery in your arm should charge faster, right?

Once fully charged, you can explore what other uses this cheat code has.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to drink beer, Wang Yi glanced at the battery, his gaze lingering on the unfinished logo next to the bat logo.

That was the mark obtained after "One Shot" killed the monster that the skinny monkey had transformed into. It only had one corner and the color was very light. It looked like it would take killing dozens more monsters like that to take shape.

I wonder what will be given after this is completed.

In any case, in this seemingly treacherous world of cultivation, I finally have some trump cards to rely on, and the capital to exchange for a better future.

With that in mind, Wang Yi took a big gulp of beer.

In the sweltering summer of Yangcheng, a sip of ice-cold beer is incredibly refreshing.

Because he was in a great mood, Wang Yi switched the beer to his left hand, grabbed his phone with his right hand, unlocked the screen, opened his favorite video app, and started watching videos.

He had only swiped the screen a few times when he came across a funny clip of Delta Force, a game he used to play frequently before graduation.

Wang Yi suddenly felt nostalgic. He hadn't played games much since graduation, but he watched every episode of the videos. Moreover, the music accompanying this series of videos was still "A Rare True Brother," which often reminded Wang Yi of his good buddies from his college dormitory.

He remembered the woman with the loudspeaker on the subway earlier that day, so he turned on the loudspeaker on his phone.

"Time flies, many memories fade~" The lyrics, along with the melody, drifted from the phone speaker, "I often lament, so many gatherings and partings~ The chaotic rhythm, the world is changing, but you've always been there in the deepest corner~ I miss those crazy days we spent together~"

Wang Yi thought of his good friend's face again.

At this moment, Elsa said, "Is this a video of that game? I remember it's called Delta Force?"

“Yeah,” Wang Yi said, then started singing the chorus along with the melody playing from the speakers, “It’s rare to have a few true brothers~”

Elsa continued singing: "The affection of peeling garlic~"

Wang Yi: "Damn it, why am I listening to a cat sing this?!"

"It's a wolf! I remember there was another song that was also very popular, something like 'Na na na na, la la la la la, lonely people sing sad songs~'"

"Huh?" came the voice of the female neighbor downstairs from the direction of the rooftop entrance. "Did I hear a girl singing?"

Wang Yi immediately looked at Elsa.

The latter said, "Don't worry, this happens occasionally. Maybe some demonic cultivator hiding somewhere is causing trouble again, making the Nine Cauldrons Barrier fluctuate." Wang Yi replied, "Huh? Isn't this a very serious matter?"

"It's alright. The world is so big, every now and then there are always demonic cultivators who want to cause trouble."

At this moment, Wang Chengyan came over, wearing pajamas, slippers with bear ears on his feet, and carrying a box of fresh fruit.

"I bought fruit when I came back this afternoon. I wanted to grab some beer, but I found that there was no beer left in the fridge. I'll have to buy a few cases tomorrow."

Buying beer by the case? Sister, you're a bit reckless!
Wang Chengyan: "How was your second day at the company? When I first joined, for a long time I was just serving tea and water, printing documents, receiving and sending packages—all those kinds of trivial things. I studied business administration!"
"Serving tea and water is one thing, but when I made coffee for the general manager, I closed the door behind me when I went in, and he yelled at me loudly: 'Don't close the door when you serve coffee!'"

Wang Yi glanced at Sister Wang subconsciously. Her loose pajamas concealed her weapon, but it was still possible to see a very steep slope on her chest, resembling the sloping armor of a Stalin IV heavy tank.

The general manager isn't yelling at you...

Wang Chengyan: "Later I found out that the general manager wasn't yelling at me. It was mainly because his office didn't have a window facing the office area at the time. The following year, we moved our office space, and the general manager's office became completely transparent. After that, he stopped yelling at me, but he still required me to leave the door open when I entered the room."

Wang Yi could only offer an awkward, forced smile.

Wang Chengyan picked up a can of beer, opened the cap, and took a big gulp: "Delicious! Let all these worries roll away with the alcohol!"

It seems she has accumulated a lot of pressure.

Wang Yi: "Sister, drink less tonight, otherwise I'm afraid when I take you downstairs later, I'll have to stand at your door and throw you in like a shot put."

The white-collar neighbor's eyes widened, and it took her a second to realize that it was a reference to the joke about not closing the door earlier, so she burst out laughing: "Your joke is a bit convoluted!"

Have it?

"And isn't the posture for putting the shot put a bit inappropriate? If I had to compare it to that, how would I carry a sack of rice? How many flights of stairs would I have to carry that sack of rice up!"

As he spoke, Wang Chengyan spread his arms and mimicked the gesture of Pain, one of the main villains in the anime "Naruto," when he used the ultimate move "Shinra Tensei."

"How many floors do you have to carry a bag of rice up?" is a transliteration of Payne's line.

Wang Yi stared at Wang Chengyan in disbelief: "You watch Naruto too?"

"Of course I watch it! I watched anime every day in college; I was in the school's anime club!"

Huh? A busty, long-legged female member of the anime club? What kind of creature is that? It only exists in an otaku's fantasy.

Wang Chengyan pulled his phone out of his pajama pocket: "Let me show you the cosplay I did in the anime club in college. You probably don't know about it. There's a very famous doujin game called Touhou Gensokyo. I cosplayed one of the characters with the biggest breasts in it."

As she spoke, she showed the screen to Wang Yi, which displayed her cosplay photos. The character was wearing a purple maternity dress and glasses. Wang Yi vaguely remembered that the character was called "The Immovable Great Library" Patchouli.

Wang Chengyan: "Don't I look good in glasses?"

“Suitable, suitable.” Wang Yi nodded repeatedly, while looking at Elsa for help.

Elsa: "Feel it deeply, this is the Nine Cauldrons and the beautiful things we must protect."

?

What did this guy suddenly say?

Wang Yi looked puzzled, and Elsa sighed: "Your teacher sometimes talks about profound principles and does things that are typical of a master!"

right.

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At the same time, at the junction of Yangcheng and the neighboring Wancheng, a self-built residential building stood.

The building has been completely taken over. There is a simple counter at the entrance, and a sign for Daya Media is hanging on the wall next to it.

A woman nearing 50 was sitting at the front desk, idly playing on her phone.

Go up the stairs behind the reception desk. There are four floors in total, with four cubicles on each floor. Each cubicle contains a bed, a computer desk, a gaming chair, and a complete set of lighting equipment for live streaming.

This one building houses sixteen livestreamers; it's actually a small-scale MCN (Multi-Channel Network) livestreaming base.

Actually, there is a fifth floor to this building, but you need to say a code word when you reach the end of the stairs to enter.

The man referred to as "Boss Qian" by the livestreaming woman was on the fifth floor, constantly switching the time on his editing software and checking the livestream clips sent up by the people below.

"This won't do," he muttered, "it won't have any pollution effect—"

Just then, the printer in the room suddenly started working.

Mr. Qian glanced at the printer and felt the slight breath on the documents slowly being expelled.

Previously, sending messages from the "outside" into the human dimension was extremely difficult and often alarmed the henchmen of the Imperial Observatory—the legitimate governing body.

But now, as long as you create a piece of information without a source on the internet, you can print out intelligence using a printer.

Although "Boss Qian" is a demonic cultivator, one still has to marvel at how the advancement of science and technology is indeed changing the cultivation of immortality.

At least from a humanitarian perspective.

A short while later, the information on an entire A4 sheet of paper was printed, and the machine, which had been working, suddenly stopped.

"General Manager Qian" took the paper and read the information on it: "'Wang Yi, 23 years old, spiritual root 22'... Why should I pay attention to such a newcomer with such poor aptitude?"

Despite his confusion, "General Manager Qian" continued reading.

“We suspect he killed a monster that was actually a D-rank cultivator. Something's fishy. Please find out what happened.”

Mr. Qian clicked his tongue in surprise: "Another one of these trivial tasks."

At this moment, he noticed a small line of text at the end of the order: "Give my regards to my sister."

"Mr. Qian" was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: "Big sister, do you know that your sister could smash my dog's head in one punch?"

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