Li Baolong drove smoothly into his alma mater, the campus exuding a relaxed atmosphere during the end-of-term period. He parked the car steadily in front of the principal's office building, strode into the office, and the principal looked up, his eyes beaming with joy: "Haha, our school's greatest contributor and richest man is back!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Li Baolong engaged in a warm conversation with the school leaders. He was pleased to learn that the library construction he had funded was progressing smoothly and was already complete, soon to provide a new space for knowledge for students; and that the scholarships, like a warm winter sun, had already helped over a hundred younger students pursue their academic dreams. He sincerely pledged that he would never stand idly by if the school faced any funding shortfall in the future.

After resigning from his position as principal, Li Baolong went to the charity foundation's office. He quietly entered and saw Xiao Ru listening attentively to a report. He then silently found a corner to sit down.

“What happened at the hospital yesterday was heartbreaking, Director.” A female college student’s voice choked with sobs. “A mother and child were crying their hearts out at the hospital entrance. The child has congenital heart disease, and the surgery and treatment will cost 150,000 yuan. The family can’t raise that much even if they sell everything they own. Our colleague went to verify the situation first thing this morning. If the situation is accurate, we will allocate 50,000 yuan to the hospital as an emergency fund so that the child can be admitted immediately.”

Xiaoru's expression was solemn. After listening, she nodded firmly: "That's how we'll do it. We need to stay in close contact with the hospital and be aware of any changes in the child's condition." Everyone's eyes were bright and full of energy, excited to be able to save a life from danger.

Li Baolong sat quietly to one side, his heart churning with emotion. Dedicating himself to charity was a less-traveled path in his career, a path that consumed vast sums of money—two to three billion yuan a year in Sichuan alone, and if extended nationwide, the figure of hundreds of billions would be staggering. Yet, this path could dispel the gloom and rebuild hope for millions of families; such philanthropy would benefit generations to come. Thinking of this, he felt a faint sense that the "path" he had sought in his career—the perfect state of success and a clear conscience—seemed to be beginning to emerge on this philanthropic journey. Even if the future held difficulties, with this belief supporting him, he would forge ahead regardless of the storms.

Li Baolong returned home with light steps, gently opened the door, and eagerly slipped into the mysterious space. His gaze quickly swept around, finally landing on the neatly arranged boxes of Chinese currency in the corner.

Then, using his mind, he moved ten boxes, each filled with Chinese yuan, and carefully placed them on the ground. Each box was heavy, and each contained over two million yuan!

This money wasn't for personal enjoyment; Li Baolong had already planned to donate it to kind and lovely Xiaoru to help impoverished children in dire need. The plan was to give each child 1,000 Chinese yuan. However, this was only ten boxes; dozens more boxes of this enormous sum were stored in the space, taking up considerable room.

After finishing the moving, Li Baolong clapped his hands, tidied his somewhat disheveled clothes, and then turned and left the room. He was now ready to head to Longteng Company in the Special Economic Zone.

At the same moment, a grand and solemn event was taking place at Baiyun Temple on the other side of the city—the weekly porridge distribution and blessing ceremony officially commenced. The porridge distribution site was bustling with activity, people jostling shoulder to shoulder, their faces beaming with anticipation and joy.

In the center of the crowd, the highly respected Master Qingfeng personally appeared at the porridge distribution site. Dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance that inspired awe. Holding a whisk, with a smile on his face, he offered his sincerest blessings to each layperson who came to receive porridge.

Looking around, twenty enormous iron pots were lined up in a row, each simmering with fragrant, steaming eight-treasure porridge. The rich aroma filled the air, making everyone's mouths water. Tens of thousands of people gathered at the scene, picking up their bowls to savor the delicious porridge while devoutly praying for peace and happiness.

Meanwhile, Li Baolong, who was on his way to the special economic zone, suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation. He keenly realized that the shackles that had bound his Daoist arts seemed to be loosening. Therefore, he secretly decided to wait until nightfall, when all was quiet, to find a quiet place to carefully investigate what had happened.

Upon entering the company, the employees in the lobby shouted, "The general manager is back!" Li Baolong nodded to them. Just as he entered his office, Wenwen came over to report on her work. Li Baolong began, "With Hong Kong's return to China imminent, the international market is in turmoil. A financial crisis targeting China has quietly begun. Prepare yourselves for the time being and see if any opportunities arise." Indeed, the company hasn't had much business these past two months, so everyone's work has been relatively relaxed. Li Baolong and Wenwen enjoyed a seafood feast together. Back home, they had a passionate encounter, and Wenwen nestled in Li Baolong's arms like a kitten. Seeing Wenwen asleep, Li Baolong got up and went to the balcony.

Li Baolong slowly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged on the futon, and entered a state of tranquility and focus. He gently parted his lips and silently recited the familiar incantation of the Seven-Seven Daoist Technique, each word flowing through his heart like a clear spring.

As he chanted the incantation, Li Baolong released his spiritual sense to examine his cultivation level. The light representing his cultivation level flickered within him, but there was still a slight gap compared to the ninth level. It seemed that with just a small trigger, he could break through this final bottleneck and enter a completely new realm.

Looking back on this period, he recalls his tireless efforts in traveling around and actively participating in various charitable activities, providing assistance and support to tens of thousands of people. The gratitude radiating from the faces of those he helped is like a warm torrent, constantly filling the pool of merit in his heart. Now, the accumulated merit is quite considerable.

In just half a month, a momentous historical moment will arrive—Hong Kong Island will return to the embrace of the motherland! Li Baolong had already made up his mind to personally witness this historic moment. Therefore, in the next two days, he temporarily put aside his cultivation and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the affairs of the company.

In the company's meeting room, Li Baolong, with a solemn expression, gave a detailed analysis of the current complex and volatile economic situation to all employees. When he mentioned that a rare and huge money-making opportunity might appear soon, the previously quiet listeners immediately perked up, their eyes revealing undisguised excitement. They all rubbed their hands together, expressing their determination to go all out and work hard to live up to the trust and expectations placed upon them by the company.