This is how immortals are cultivated

"That monk does have good aptitude and wisdom, but he was born at the wrong time and met me a little late. Now his energy and blood are beginning to deplete, making it difficult for him to go far on the path to immortality."

"But who knows, that monk's spiritual cultivation is quite remarkable, and perhaps we can use it to find a new path."

Fang Suichu looked at Ying Ling, who was standing beside him in a daze, and knocked on the table.

Ying Ling finally woke up as if from a dream.

Fang Suichu's preaching has no restrictions on any realm. Even a pig can listen to it. After all, it is the sound of immortals. Maybe the pig can be enlightened by it, shed its fat and build up muscles.

However, how much you gain from listening to the Tao depends on your aptitude.

The better the qualifications, the more thorough the understanding, and the more clearly one can comprehend the path one is taking.

Among so many people, Ying Ling was the one who listened the most.

After all, a secretary needs to be able to do things and actually get things done.

Otherwise, Fang Suichu would not have hired a secretary so casually.

It’s definitely not because Ying Ling is quite pleasing to the eye.

After waking up from a dream, Ying Ling looked at Fang Suichu and asked subconsciously:

"That was just now..."

"Of course it's a method of cultivation."

Fang Suichu answered.

Although the trial-takers can gain power by completing the trial, the power itself does not belong to them.

It's like the moon in a well or the flower in a mirror; you can see it but you can't touch it.

Strictly speaking, the group of trial-takers raised by the company are not actually real strange cultivators.

What they cultivated was not the vast avenue known as "weird" in the main world.

What they practice is actually the true way of a saint, which can only be said to be a "false way" compared to the true great way.

This involves the issue of person and level.

Fang Suichu's painstaking preaching was to solve this problem.

If you are caught by a piece of carrot, you will work hard as hard as you can, and don't even tell others that you are hanging out with the Taoist master.

If you want to hang out with the Taoist master, just eat the hanging radish and the bait.

"This method is called 'Planting Spiritual Roots', or it can be called 'Foundation Method'."

"The power you previously gained was like a tree without roots. Others could take it away at will. However, if you practice this method, you will be able to take root and truly hold the power in your hands."

The great way of trickery cannot be polluted by the immortal masters of other places, but the true and false way of a saint can be covered by the immortal way.

This is like the theory of black and white. When two pigments are mixed, the final color depends entirely on which color of pigment is put in more.

"Don't be dazed, go back and practice..."

"Now..."

"Get things done first."

Fang Suichu snapped his fingers, and the environment in the conference room changed immediately.

It turned into a huge office with a large area, all kinds of facilities, even a swimming pool, a golf course, and incomparable luxury.

There were two more buttons on Fang Suichu's desk, one red and one green.

"Now you are my personal secretary. When I press the red button, it means I have something to tell you."

"Just come in and find me."

"What about the green one?" Ying Ling asked subconsciously.

"If I press the green button, it means you have to send me a Soda Pop."

Fang Suichu leaned back and lay in the boss chair, with his legs resting on the desk, looking extremely comfortable.

"But Boss...don't you have the authority to directly reveal Sudale?"

Ying Ling complained subconsciously.

"Why so much nonsense..." Fang Suichu said unhappily.

Ying Ling stuck out her tongue and left the office. She had already begun to adapt to the job of secretary.

"It's a shame there's no nuclear button... otherwise I would have pressed it for fun."

After Ying Ling left the office, Fang Suichu said with some regret.

Nuclear bombs may still pose a threat to Lingmi, but they are completely toys for the Zhen'e-level beings that have already been upgraded.

Of course, for Fang Suichu, it is also a toy. By mastering the principles of yin and yang, Fang Suichu can easily create a nuclear bomb.

"Anyway, let's spend some time in this seemingly modern world."

Fang Suichu had just checked the record book of the A City branch.

This record book does not belong to the company, but was left by the trial participants. It contains many interfaces and records of the trial process. However, after reading it, Fang Suichu did not find any information related to his own body.

Martial arts requires the dual cultivation of life, spirit and flesh. One must take back both life and flesh.

Now we can only look for clues slowly.

...............

When one becomes a human immortal, or an immortal, life span is no longer a concern for the immortal.

Although it is not said that the years will not add to the body, the immortals’ concept of time does need to change, and years are the most basic unit.

Soon two years passed.

The A City branch, or the Fangxiandao branch, is developing prosperously.

The Yinwu faction of the past has long been forgotten, and now it is Boss Fang who dominates the company.

Being a boss is actually quite boring.

As a company manager, the intervals between trial missions are actually quite long, only occurring about once every six months.

After all, the pseudo-holy artifact "Company" guards so many true disasters trapped in this world. It is not easy to peel off the flesh and blood of these true disasters and make them into trials with their own rules.

Low-level Trial Books can be easily created, allowing low-level employees to maintain the intensity of a daily Trial. Similarly, for high-level Trial Books, it is reasonable to have longer intervals between them.

After two years and four extra meals, the quality has regressed to the level of an ordinary Zhen'e Zhenren. This little bit of food isn't even enough to fill the gaps between Fang's annual Zhenling's teeth.

"But finally, something good has arrived..."

Fang Suichu looked at the black folder in his hand and muttered.

This folder was obviously made by the company.

Ying Ling stood beside Fang Suichu, dressed like a gangster godfather in a suit and tie, and she was also wearing a smart women's suit.

Although he was named as secretary by Fang Suichu, he still had to go through the necessary trials. At most, Fang Suichu gave him some means to save his life.

After completing the trial with his own strength, Ying Ling is now at the level of a general manager, which is the level of beginners in Lingmi.

Ying Ling put down a glass of Soda and stared at the documents in Fang Suichu's hand.

The dark surface of the document continuously exuded traces of ominousness, and Ying Ling's inspiration triggered an instinctive feeling of the ultimate threat, like a curse that would destroy the world.

However, when Fang Suichu placed his big hands on it, all the curses were suppressed by that hand.

“Could this be…?”

Ying Ling thought of something, something that was recorded in the company's record book.

"Yes, it's the company's annual meeting." Fang Suichu nodded.

Every year at the company’s annual meeting, there will be the largest and most dangerous trial with the largest number of participants.

A company is not a charity; it is essentially a machine for breeding insects and digesting real disasters.

A large number of people die at the annual meeting every year.

Even the original faction leaders, Tuoba Monk and Fang Fei, have to be treated with caution, as they may perish if they are not careful.

However, the annual meetings in the past two years have been purely about making dumplings.

Yes, it literally means making dumplings.

After the bus sent by the company took everyone to the trial site.

One of Boss Fang's orders was for everyone in the company to take out the tools and ingredients they had brought with them for making dumplings and start making them right away.

Then Boss Fang went straight into the depths of the trial site.

Come back when the dumplings are wrapped and put into the pot and just start to float.

He even touched his stomach and burped.

This has been happening every year for the past two years.

Therefore, the employees of Fangxiandao branch also went from being afraid of the Chinese New Year to looking forward to it.

Because this is the simplest, easiest and most comfortable test since joining the company.

However, the so-called annual meeting is different from ordinary annual meetings. It is an annual meeting jointly organized by branches located in the four directions of the world: east, south, west and north.

At every annual meeting, a number of senior executives would die, and even those with experience would fall.

The place of trial is completely detached from reality and is in another world.

"In other words... it means... that he has brought out a true evil spirit, an undiminished one."

"In fact, the truly difficult parts of the True Evil are all placed at the so-called 'company' headquarters, handled by the 'Director', who is in any case a puppet of the True Evil."

"The annual meeting is comparable to the difficulty of the company headquarters. I have a feeling that my human immortal body should be on this."

Chapter 261 Annual Meeting

On January 1st, a deep white fog appeared at a certain location in the world under the jurisdiction of the academy, almost covering the area within a hundred miles around.

In the center of the white fog, there stood a giant shopping mall with a huge neon sign flashing. Next to the sign, a mechanical puppet made a waving gesture with its face that looked like the uncanny valley.

The neon sign read "Eternal Daylight Union Square" in large letters.

In the open-air parking lot in front of the square, three double-decker tourist buses have been parked.

All the passengers on the bus had gotten off and were standing in front of their own buses, divided into three groups.

Of course, the three groups were not real tourists. They were all dressed in strange clothes, and their demeanor showed that they were strong.

At the company's annual meeting, the lowest rank for admission is deputy director.

That is to say, it corresponds to the existence of spiritual secrets.

The three groups gathered together and had more than a hundred people. If a hundred spiritual secrets were placed in the main world, it would be the configuration of a true sect.

Each of the three groups has a person with a stronger aura, who is obviously the leader.

The manager level is comparable to the peak of the spiritual secret realm and is considered the leader of each branch.

The managers of the three BCD branches stood together, and their younger brothers stood behind them, watching the three big men chatting and laughing.

Among them, a black man wearing a unique folk robe looked at the mall not far away and said softly:

"I have a feeling this New Year's party will definitely not be simple..."

"What New Year's Eve wouldn't be dangerous, Jesseni."

The man with high eyebrows, bronze skin, wearing beach pants and a floral shirt, with an unshaven beard and looking like a playboy responded to the black man's words.

He threw the half-burned cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with the flip-flops he was wearing.

"Don't you think so, dear Helen..."

The man threw a coquettish glance at the last of the three, a tall, icy-faced white woman, but was ignored.

"No...Mo Xier." Black Jesseni, the manager of the Country D branch, shook his head.

"I have a feeling this New Year's Eve party will be more dangerous than ever before. Because... it gives me a very subtle feeling."

"Oh, as the strongest psychic among the four branches... dear Jesseni, what did you notice?"