Chapter 532

“No, really no! If I’m lying, may I be struck dead by lightning! May I remain a virgin my whole life!”

Under Zhang Jie’s gaze, Zhang Chulan felt as if a mountain were crushing him, and he nearly burst into tears.

Toxic oaths poured endlessly from his mouth.

He knew that if he didn’t dispel the suspicions of these two men today,

even if he managed to save his life, he couldn’t escape a full Memory Restoration technique.

“Remain a virgin my whole life?”

Hearing this ridiculous oath, Xu San could barely keep a straight face.

Zhang Chulan gave him a resentful look, staring at Xu San, who was barely holding back laughter.

Was it easy for him?

His grandfather not only planted this massive bomb inside him, making him a prized target in the eyes of other cultivators;

he also placed a restriction on his brother, ensuring he remained a virgin to this day.

He didn’t want to die still a virgin who’d never known the taste of flesh!

“This kid.”

Zhang Jie was also somewhat amused.

This Zhang Chulan had a real talent for comedy.

“Fine, if you say there isn’t, then there isn’t.”

Xu San barely suppressed his laughter and returned to his earlier stern expression.

Zhang Jie casually leaned back on the sofa, letting the soft cotton envelop his body.

“Jie-ge, San-ge, you… you actually believe him?”

Glancing at Xu San, then carefully studying the lazy Zhang Jie, Zhang Chulan asked in disbelief.

This was the Qi Body Source Flow! Didn’t these two just let him off?

“What? Are we supposed to arrest you and subject you to the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty?

Keep torturing you until you reveal the Qi Body Source Flow?

Our company, Wherever-You-Go, is a legitimate enterprise, registered on the state-owned platform.

We’re legitimate employees—we absolutely won’t break state laws.”

Xu San gave Zhang Chulan an exasperated glare.

“Hehe, I misunderstood, San-ge, you’re so magnanimous, please don’t hold this little guy’s mistake against me.”

Zhang Chulan smiled awkwardly and apologized.

At the same time, he felt a wave of relief—clearly, the company, as a state institution, was truly grand in scope.

‘Legitimate company, Wherever-You-Go—hired hands for murder and arson, right?’

Zhang Jie’s inner urge to rant about his own company burned fiercely.

But then again, wasn’t he now just scraping by working for Wherever-You-Go?

So he chose not to expose Xu San’s bluff aimed at this rookie newcomer to the cultivator world.

Besides, Xu San’s words weren’t entirely wrong.

Compared to other cultivators in the world who went mad for the Eight Marvelous Techniques, willing to kill entire families,

the company showed far greater tolerance toward the Eight Marvelous Techniques.

On one hand, the company represented the state; as long as a cultivator hadn’t committed obvious crimes—

like murder, arson, robbery—it couldn’t arbitrarily punish them, even if they possessed the Eight Marvelous Techniques.

This was one of the unwritten rules between the company and the cultivator world, tied to the state’s greatest concern: stability.

The company itself wouldn’t easily break it.

For the company, stability was everything—everything served stability.

On the other hand, for the company, mastering the Qi Body Source Flow personally was actually unimportant.

There were cultivators in the company, but few were truly gifted—the Qi Body Source Flow was useless to them.

Moreover, the company inherently bore the responsibility of suppressing cultivator power,

so it naturally wouldn’t allow the Qi Body Source Flow to spread wildly.

Better to leave it in the cultivator world as a stick to stir up chaos.

For the company, the real threats were the Divine Mechanism Hundred Refinements, which could mass-produce artifacts and create cultivators,

and the Dual Complete Hand, which could control both body and spirit.

“Chulan, I sincerely invite you to join Wherever-You-Go.”

Xu San had no idea Zhang Jie was furiously ranting inside about their company;

instead, he smiled warmly at Zhang Chulan and extended a gentle invitation.

“Jie-ge…”

Zhang Chulan’s gaze drifted to Zhang Jie beside him.

Compared to Xu San, he trusted Zhang Jie more—he was far stronger and cultivated the same ability as his own family.

“If you want to join, go ahead. It’s not really harmful.”

Zhang Jie shrugged, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position, then spoke casually.

To survive in the cultivator world, it was impossible to sever ties with Wherever-You-Go.

Even the Fuxing, theoretically wanted fugitives.

Though he didn’t know much about this, based on his years of experience, Zhang Jie suspected

that Fuxing’s continued activity for so long owed much to the company’s deliberate or accidental leniency.

To the company, Fuxing was probably another stick to stir up chaos in the cultivator world,

preventing cultivators from uniting.

“Hmm, I understand.”

Zhang Chulan nodded thoughtfully, took a deep breath, and said to Xu San:

“San-ge, I’m joining Wherever-You-Go.”

“Welcome aboard! From now on, we’re colleagues!”

Xu San acted as if he hadn’t noticed the exchange between Zhang Chulan and Zhang Jie, his smile still warm.

“Mm-hmm.”

Zhang Chulan nodded vigorously.

One was a smooth-talking assistant, adept at managing relationships among cultivators,

poised to inherit the position of head of Wherever-You-Go’s North China region;

the other was a young man with an old soul, deeply experienced, with thick layers of guile,

who cared little for face and everything for tangible gains—the “no shame” type—who subtly flattered,

and soon their atmosphere grew warm: one called him “Chulan,” the other called him “San-ge,” their words intimate.

‘This kid got lucky.’

Watching the two grow familiar, a thought surfaced in Zhang Jie’s mind.

It was only because he was here that, after Bao’er-jie’s blunt style triggered Zhang Chulan’s suspicion, Xu San sent him in.

Otherwise, Zhang Chulan would already be kneeling before Bao’er-jie’s jeans,

become the 21st century’s new slave.

“Zhang Chulan? Is Zhang Chulan here?”

Speak of the devil, and he appears—a crisp voice with heavy Sichuan accent rang from outside the office.

A girl with jet-black, flowing hair, wearing a crumpled Wherever-You-Go uniform, hair unkempt,

expressionless, dressed not just carelessly but outright shabby, pushed the door open.

It was Feng Baobao, the undisputed female lead of One Who Is Not Human.

“Bao Bao.”

“Bao’er-jie.”

Xu San and Zhang Jie both smiled and greeted Feng Baobao.

“Mm.”

Feng Baobao gave a slight nod in response, then immediately focused her attention on Zhang Chulan.

Compared to Xu San and Zhang Jie, old acquaintances, Zhang Chulan—connected to her past and family—held far greater appeal.

“Crazy old hag…”

The moment he saw Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan’s face twisted; the words “crazy hag” were already on his tongue.

At the sight of Feng Baobao, Zhang Chulan’s expression shifted rapidly, and the words “crazy woman” were on the verge of slipping out.