Chapter 24: Newcomer Report: Destiny

Monday!

At 8:30 a.m., Zhang Fan arrived punctually at the seventeenth floor of Taoyuan Square.

The gate was wide open, and as soon as Zhang Fan reached the entrance, he encountered a familiar face.

“You’re that old security guard!?”

“Kid, I was just joking with you that day,” Yu Fu grinned, scanning Zhang Fan up and down.

“He’s Yu Fu—everyone calls him Old Yu… he’s our driver and security here.”

At that moment, Bai Buran stepped out of the office, holding a thermos.

“Security!?”

Zhang Fan paused, then glanced around the company with a strange expression—it was a place you could see from end to end in one look; more like a workshop than a company, barely bigger than his own home…

Does a place like this even need security? What’s there to steal? People?

“Boss… are we really just three people here?” Zhang Fan began to reconsider.

Honestly, there were more than three people cleaning the stairwell alone.

Could he really cultivate here and advance to the [High Skill] stage sooner!?

At this point, Zhang Fan had begun to doubt Brother Pojie’s recommendation.

“This must be the new colleague.”

At that moment, a gentle voice came from behind; Zhang Fan turned and saw a tall, beautiful woman entering—dressed in crisp professional attire, lightly made-up, her lovely face flawless, her glasses adding a touch of commanding elegance.

“She’s Wen He… handles logistics and deliveries,” Bai Buran said coolly.

“Deliveries?”

Wen He smiled sweetly: “When it’s busy, the new colleague joins in too.”

“I have to deliver too? I came here to…”

“It’s not just deliveries…”

Before Zhang Fan could finish, Wen He gently interrupted: “Cars need fuel, people need to eat—as long as you’re not dead, you work…”

“When it’s busy, even mourning for the dead as a filial son happens!”

As she spoke, Wen He smiled sweetly, as if encouraging the new colleague.

“Mourning for the dead? Aren’t we a cultural limited company? Why do we even do this?” Zhang Fan felt increasingly uneasy.

“Precisely because we’re culturally limited—we do everything,” Wen He explained gently.

“If a customer buys a white banner, paper money, and a mansion, we have to offer some value-added service,” Bai Buran added.

“…”

“By the way… Fanfan, fill this out.”

At that moment, Wen He turned and brought over a document, placing it thoughtfully before Zhang Fan.

“Employment contract?” Zhang Fan glanced at it instinctively—and froze.

It wasn’t an employment contract—but…

“Death Accident Insurance!?”

Zhang Fan stared at Wen He; this company was riddled with oddities.

First day on the job, no employment contract—just death accident insurance!?

“Every employee who’s died in our company knows: dying at work is common. You’ve got to leave something for the family,” Wen He said softly.

“Did I hear that right?”

Zzzzz…

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a sheet of white paper shot violently from her slender fingers, flickering into a white blur that whistled past Zhang Fan’s ear—then, like a blade, it plunged straight into the adjacent desk.

“If something like that happens, half your head’s gone,” Wen He smiled faintly, gently stroking her long fingers.

“Cultivator…”

Zhang Fan’s gaze sharpened as he scanned Wen He, Bai Buran, and Yu Fu.

No wonder Brother Pojie recommended this company.

Everyone here was a cultivator.

“Zhenwu Mountain vouched for you, asked me to look after you… but I run a business—I don’t feed idlers,” Bai Buran spoke bluntly, with no concealment. “I understand,” Zhang Fan replied, grasping the meaning.

“Zhenwu Mountain told me you just entered the path—I need to test your mettle. Consider it your onboarding assessment,” Bai Buran said coolly.

“Fine.”

Zhang Fan took a deep breath; since returning from Zhenwu Mountain, he’d cultivated for some time and wanted to test his progress.

As he spoke, he placed the Death Accident Insurance form on the desk.

“Go to the rooftop,” Bai Buran gestured.

Moments later, they stood on the rooftop—empty and open, perfect for combat.

“It’s not very friendly to test the new colleague like this,” Wen He hesitated.

“No problem!!”

“Little Wen He, don’t hurt him,” Yu Fu said calmly.

“Alright.”

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Wen He pouted, helplessly spread her hands, looked at Zhang Fan, and offered an apologetic smile.

“I’ll hold back.”

Zzzzz…

No sooner had she spoken than the sharp clack of high heels rang out—the wind howled, whipping at their faces; Zhang Fan’s eyes flew wide as Wen He appeared before him, her slender hand striking like a dragon or snake emerging from its lair, aimed straight for his face.

“Hn!?”

Zhang Fan froze—Wen He’s movement now seemed unbearably slow to his eyes.

Zzzzz…

At the same instant, Zhang Fan dropped low, slipping like a serpent away ten meters.

“This kid’s speed isn’t that of a beginner,” Yu Fu raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Such speed couldn’t be achieved by ordinary physical conditioning.

Just this single evasion placed him among the top tier of [Qi Skill] cultivators.

“His internal alchemy…”

Bai Buran’s eyes narrowed slightly, deep in thought.

Internal alchemy, in the dual cultivation of nature and life, gathers medicinal essence, reverses true yang, strengthens the nascent soul, and simultaneously nourishes the physical body.

Like Zhang Fan—he cultivates the [Southern and Northern School Source] method, erecting a furnace within his body: the cauldron above, the stove below, heaven and earth inverted, water and fire intermingled; heart-fire burns below, kidney-water boils, steam rising continuously into limbs and organs, saturating and nourishing the flesh…

This is the phenomenon known as [Refining Essence into Qi]: essence transforms into qi thus…

Qi permeates everywhere—nourishing the five zang and six fu organs, blood, skin, muscles, bones, even down to the cellular level.

Thus, as the nascent soul grows, the body transforms too.

This is the cultivation of the [Qi Skill] stage.

Clearly, Zhang Fan’s current physical condition shows tremendous progress in this stage—stronger than when he was at Zhenwu Mountain by more than tenfold.

Once his nascent soul’s yang energy is abundant and his body sufficiently hardened, he can begin practicing spells and advance to the [Spell Apprentice] stage.

“Very impressive!”

Wen He missed her strike but didn’t frown; instead, she smiled warmly in encouragement.

“In the Qi Skill stage, Fanfan’s reached the peak… If so, I’ll go all out now.”

As she spoke, Wen He’s lips curled slightly into a gentle smile; she lifted her hand and removed her glasses.

Boom!

Instantly, a fierce wind surged, lifting her skirt and stirring her black hair.

“The Daoist lineages are countless—I cultivate the Divine Calamity lineage!!”

Every mortal is born with a destiny, bearing divine calamities in their birth chart!

A cold voice, like clashing weapons, erupted with lethal force, echoing across the chilly, silent rooftop.

(End of Chapter)