I rely on unlimited life extension

Su Mang on the stage was so angry that she trembled all over, her nails digging deep into her palms, not even noticing the blood seeping out.

She forced a smile and gestured for the hostess to present the next item for auction, but she couldn't suppress the tremor in her voice.

The guests below the stage had their eyes darting around, and the whispers and murmurs were like a tidal wave; they had no interest in watching the auction.

Su Mang felt a chill run through her body, and a terrible thought spread through her mind—this time, she might really be doomed.

"That bitch Yang Mi..." she gritted her teeth inwardly, "Wait until tomorrow at work, and I'll see how I deal with you!"

Unfortunately, she has no tomorrow.

Late at night, Su Mang dragged her tired body back to her apartment, casually tossing her high heels in the entryway. Just as she was about to pour herself a glass of ice water to calm down, her phone suddenly rang.

The name "Liu Ya" was displayed on the screen—the head of the group's human resources department. When we met her, she would call him "Sister Mang" affectionately.

"Hello, is this Miss Su?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was polite yet unfamiliar, and Su Mang's heart sank.

"Minister Liu, hello," she tried to keep her voice calm, "What's the matter so late?"

"Ms. Su, I am now informing you on behalf of the board of directors of Fashion Media Group,"

Liu Ya's tone was as cold as ice, "Your position as editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar magazine has been revoked. Please pack your personal belongings and complete the handover with the new editor-in-chief by 8:30 a.m. tomorrow."

"Om-"

Su Mang's mind went blank for a moment, and he almost dropped his phone.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked, and after a long while she managed to squeeze out a few trembling words: "Why...why? I've worked here for twenty years!"

"It was an email sent personally by the major shareholder to the chairman."

Liu Ya's voice was completely flat, "Don't you know who you've offended?"

Who did you offend?

Su Mang slumped on the sofa, Cheng Yi's cold eyes echoing repeatedly in his mind.

She couldn't remember how she hung up the phone or when she fell asleep on the sofa.

The next morning, Su Mang stood at the entrance of the magazine office, looking at the four gilded characters "Harper's Bazaar," and suddenly felt completely unfamiliar with it.

Overnight, she looked ten years older, with the stray hairs at her temples turning slightly gray.

As she entered the editorial department, the employees who used to treat her with utmost respect were now walking by with their heads down, their eyes darting away, and no one dared to greet her.

Su Mang gave a wry smile—the tea had gone cold before the person even left.

Pushing open the door to the editor-in-chief's office, she was stunned by what she saw: several workers were removing the murals from the wall, and the display case that had once been full of trophies was now empty.

Sha Xiaoli, dressed in a smart suit, was directing people to change the curtains. When she saw her come in, she immediately put on a warm smile: "Sister Mang, you're here? I'm so sorry, I just received a notice from the board of directors this morning asking me to take over your work. I've been so busy that I haven't even had time to eat breakfast."

She pointed to the mountain of breakfast piled on the table: "The staff knew I hadn't eaten, so they bought this especially for me. You haven't eaten either, have you? Have some with us?"

Looking at the exquisite sandwiches and coffee, Su Mang suddenly remembered when she first arrived, Sha Xiaoli was still a timid intern who was so nervous that she couldn't speak every time she saw her.

She forced a smile and said, "No, I've already eaten."

“Oh, right, Sister Mang,” Sha Xiaoli said, as if she had suddenly remembered something, her tone deliberately intimate, “I felt that the feng shui of this office wasn’t very good, so I took the liberty of changing it. You don’t mind, do you? I was thinking of giving you a small office, but oh dear, look at my memory—you don’t work here anymore.”

These words were like a needle, gently pricking Su Mang's heart.

She suddenly remembered how she had been making things difficult for Sha Xiaoli over the years: stealing her topics, suppressing her manuscripts, and even crossing her name off the promotion list... Now the tables have turned, and it's fair.

An unprecedented sense of clarity welled up inside me.

Looking at Sha Xiaoli's smug face, Su Mang suddenly smiled: "Life has its ups and downs, that's normal. My today might just be your tomorrow."

She began quietly tidying up her personal belongings on the table: a thermos, several yellowed interview photos, and a work notebook with slightly worn edges. Her movements were calm and composed, without a trace of panic.

As Sha Xiaoli watched her retreating figure, the smugness in her heart suddenly cooled down.

Those breakfasts, that deliberate showing off, all seem particularly ridiculous now.

Su Mang picked up the cardboard box, took one last look at the office that held twenty years of her youth, and turned to Sha Xiaoli, saying, "I hope my experience can serve as a warning to you. No matter what others call you, 'godmother,' don't get carried away. There are some people we can't afford to offend. The height we climb with half a lifetime of effort may not be worth a single word from them."

She paused, then said with a sense of relief, "I've earned enough, it's time to rest. Good luck."

After saying that, she hugged the cardboard box and walked out of the office step by step, her back straight, without looking back.

"Sister Mang, let me take you." Sha Xiaoli suddenly spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

In the corridor, the employees all stopped and watched this scene, but no one said a word.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting long shadows on the floor, like a story sealed away by time.

The morning light streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows on Fan Binbin's large velvet bed.

When Cheng opened his eyes, the hangover-like languor had not yet faded, and the bedding beside him was still warm. Liu Tao was curled up there, his long hair spread messily on the pillow, his face flushed—the storm of last night seemed to still linger in the air, adding a touch of ambiguity to the tranquility of the morning.

He got up quietly, his bare feet stepping on the slightly cool floor, making a series of soft "crackling" sounds as his muscles stretched.

Stepping into the spacious bathroom, I turned on the hot water tap, and steam quickly filled the air. The hot water washed over my skin, washing away all the lingering fatigue.

He raised his eyebrows at his reflection in the mirror, then suddenly lowered his waist and assumed the starting stance of the "Hong Family Iron Wire Fist"—his arms stretched horizontally like iron chains, the wind from his punches carrying moisture tore through the air, each punch accompanied by a muffled sound of air being pierced.

As he finished the final move, "Iron Chain Across the River," he exhaled sharply, and a faint red arrow of energy condensed into a thin layer of mist more than a meter ahead, which lingered for a long time.

As I put on my bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom, I heard the soft clatter of pots and pans coming from the direction of the kitchen.

Cheng Yi followed the aroma and saw Fan Binbin wearing an apron, stir-frying fish in front of the stove, while Yang Mi squatted down to prepare fresh French cod that she had just bought, its silvery scales shimmering in the morning light.

The fish soup simmering in the pot bubbled and foamed, releasing a rich, savory aroma that filled the air.

"Awake?" Yang Mi looked up at him, her eyes still showing a hint of sleepiness. "Go wash up quickly, dinner will be ready soon."

Cheng Yi wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, gently nuzzled his chin against her neck, and smelled the faint fragrance of her hair around his nose: "Why are you up so early?"

"Still early?" Yang Mi laughed and dodged away, tickled by his rubbing. "Normally I should be at the company having a morning meeting. If I didn't want to spend more time with you, I would have gone to the company a long time ago."

Cheng Yi's gaze fell on her neck, where the dzi bead hanging there swayed gently with her movements—the black and white patterns flowed in the morning light, like a hidden river of stars.

He reached out and pulled the dzi bead from her collar, his fingertips caressing its smooth texture. He raised an eyebrow and said, "This is it? Worth thirty million?"

“That’s right.” Fan Binbin walked over with a plate of fried eggs and laughed when he heard this. “It came from Tibet. They say it has a thousand-year Buddhist connection, but to me it’s just a special stone. How much is it worth? It’s just that collectors have speculated on it.”

Cheng Yi took the dzi bead off Yang Mi's neck, held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, then walked to the dining table and sat down. Yang Mi and Fan Binbin quickly set breakfast on the table: milky white fish soup, golden fried eggs, steaming hot xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and several refreshing side dishes. The warm, homey atmosphere instantly filled the entire room.

[System Notification: You have obtained a special item—the Legendary Dzi Bead, a Pure Dharma Protector Dzi Bead with a Thousand-Year History of Buddhist Practices.]

As soon as the notification sound finished in my mind, the attribute panel of the dzi bead popped up:

【Legendary Dzi Bead: A Pure Dharma Protector Dzi Bead with a Thousand-Year History of Buddhist Practices: A special item. Originating from the sacred Buddhist site of ancient India, it was blessed by a great master using a thousand-year-old secret method. It combines the natural spiritual energy of the nine-eyed shale beneath the Potala Palace with the essence of a thousand-year-old foundation of Buddhist teachings. It has been regarded as a "sacred object for protecting the Dharma" by eminent monks throughout history, and can only be activated with profound Buddhist cultivation.】

Effect 1: Fate Flows, Energy Releases. The "luck nodes" in the activator's fate are transformed into transferable "blessing energy" and given to others.

Effect Two: Health Protection and Harmony of Body and Mind Magnetic Fields. It releases and activates the body's physical and mental energy, purifies the body's aura, and relieves stress and pain.

Effect 3: Awakening of wisdom and opening of the spiritual eye. Activates the pineal gland in the brain, enhancing memory, comprehension, and insight.

Effect 4: Flow of Qi and Nourishment. It transforms the activator's excess Qi into "Guardian Power" to protect others.

Effect Five: Protector's Blessing, Turning Danger into Safety. Tibetan Buddhism views it as an incarnation of a "protector deity," subtly reversing difficult situations.

"Interesting." Cheng Yi tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

He quietly activated the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to One: Demon Subduing Treasure Mirror" technique. The dzi bead at his fingertips suddenly trembled slightly, emitting an almost inaudible hum. The patterns on its surface lit up with a faint golden light, which then disappeared in an instant, so fast it was like an illusion.

Yang Mi and Fan Binbin were discussing the work they needed to handle that morning, completely unaware of the sudden change in their demeanor.

[System Notification: The Punisher has been detected to possess the Buddhist techniques "Ten Thousand Buddhas Return to One: Demon Subduing Treasure Mirror" and "Eight Treasures Arhat Golden Body," as well as the Buddhist treasures "Ten-Grade Seven-Colored Lotus Platform" and "Buddha Bone Golden Body Relic Necklace." These, combined with the Dharma Protector Dzi Bead, form a five-elemental chain, triggering a new effect.]

[Chain Effect Six: Temporal Bonds. No matter where the Punisher is, the Guardian Bead can form a bond with their partner in the real world, subtly altering their life essence through their True Dragon Emperor destiny and Human Emperor aura.]

Cheng Yi paused slightly in the hand holding the dzi bead, then chuckled softly.

This effect was more to his liking than the previous five combined.

He looked up at the two women chatting and laughing at the dining table. Sunlight fell on their faces, gilding them with a soft golden edge—perhaps before long, the storms of this world would no longer be able to harm them in the slightest.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Yang Mi nudged his arm and placed a bowl of fish soup in front of him. "Drink it quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Cheng Yi took the soup bowl, lowered his head and took a big gulp. The delicious warmth flowed down his throat into his stomach, and he couldn't help but smile.

Life is getting better and better.

After having a slightly late breakfast, Cheng Yi left a note for Liu Tao, who was still fast asleep, on a sticky note in the entryway.

Afterwards, he went downstairs with Yang Mi and Fan Binbin. Two black cars were already waiting downstairs, escorted by security vehicles in front and behind. The convoy slowly drove away from the community and headed towards the Yimi Sunshine Studio.

Although it's called a studio, it's no longer the simple little office it used to be. After more than half a year of expansion, it has become a small company with 150 or 160 employees. The departments are clearly divided, and the employees are all doing their jobs. It's a busy place.

As soon as Cheng Yi stepped into the company gate, Re Sha rushed out of the office area like a small cannonball, jumped into his arms without saying a word, stuck out her tongue under Yang Mi's "murderous gaze," and scurried back to her workstation with a grin, causing the surrounding employees to chuckle.

Not long after, Yang Jun, looking somewhat disheveled, arrived with Song Zuer, followed by Song Zuer's mother and a figure that surprised Cheng Yi—it was Shu Chang, who was also a child star.

It was only after being introduced that I learned that Shu Chang was Song Zuer's cousin, and that she had come specifically to help review the contract details.

Inside the conference room, security personnel from Eagle Country Jefu Security Company stood guard outside the door, their posture upright like pine trees, exuding an invisible sense of intimidation; lawyers from Qide Law Firm explained the contract terms one by one, professionally and meticulously, clearly defining the rights and responsibilities.

Song Zuer's mother tried to ask questions several times, but was stopped by the lawyer's rigorous answers, and Shu Chang could not find any loopholes.

Yang Jun sat to the side, his eyes darting anxiously over the contract, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knees.

Finally, the group exchanged glances and, urged by Yang Jun, signed the brokerage transfer agreement.

From this moment on, A Ray of Sunshine officially welcomed this spirited and beautiful young woman—Song Zuer.

[System Notification: Punisher, due to your intervention, Song Zuer successfully terminated her contract with Yang Jun eight years ahead of schedule, triggering a storyline reward. You have obtained Nezha's magical weapon from the TV series "The Legend of Nezha": the Purple Flame Serpent Spear and the Fire-Tipped Spear.]

Cheng Yi's heart stirred, and he saw the details of the magic weapon appear on the system panel:

【Purple Flame Serpent Spear and Fire-Tipped Spear: A magical weapon originating from Nezha in "The Legend of Nezha". The spear body is mainly gold and red, and can extend, retract, and separate at will. When the two spears are combined, they form a composite weapon. The red tassel is a leaping purple flame, and the spear body is wrapped with serpentine patterns. The end is shaped like a serpent spear, and the spear tip is flame-shaped. The main tip is curved, and there are horn-shaped secondary tips on both sides, forming the unique form of "Flame Three-Pointed Spear".

Effect 1: The length and thickness can be changed at will, and the disassembly and reassembly are extremely flexible.

Effect 2: Flame Evolution - Samadhi True Fire is upgraded to Nine-Flavor Divine Fire, the ultimate fire-based Daoist technique, capable of burning all things in the void, inextinguishable, and its temperature can be infinitely amplified.

Effect 3: Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil - Based on 9,999 catties of refined black iron from Binzhou, it was tempered by heavenly thunder and forged by earthly springs. It was then smelted by the Taiyi Zhenren with Samadhi True Fire for 49 days and contains the divine power of "breaking evil and eliminating demons". It was created specifically to slay demons and eliminate evil.

Effect 4: A gun spirit accompanies you, granting you level 10 basic gun skills, allowing beginners to instantly become masters.