Zhao Qingluan, the only daughter of Zhao Qinghai, the chairman of Qingyu Heavy Industry, was born with everything that people envy - peerless beauty, noble bloodline, a family rich enough to rival a country, and an exceptional talent for cultivation.

Among her peers, her cultivation was far ahead. She had already entered the early stage of Golden Core at the age of just over 20. Even among the aristocratic children of the Qingyu Group, she was still the most dazzling existence.

But what really made her famous was not her cultivation, but her unruly temper that made people love and hate her.

In her world, only two kinds of people can exist: admirers who bow down to her, or "low-level creatures" who make her disgusted.

She disdains to communicate with the "lower class" and doesn't bother to hide her arrogance. After all, she has been pampered since she was a child and doesn't need to consider anyone's feelings at all.

Zhao Qingluan doesn't like going to work.

She found the Qingyu Group's high-level meetings utterly boring. Those old men constantly harping on "cost," "efficiency," and "R&D progress" only interrupted her shopping time. Unfortunately, her father, Zhao Qinghai, always forced her to attend, insisting, "Qingyu Group will be yours sooner or later. You can't just sit there and do nothing."

Helplessly, she still showed up in the group's senior management meeting room today.

Wearing a purple-gold long dress and a hairpin inlaid with spiritual jade, Zhao Qingluan sat lazily beside the main seat, her slender fingers fiddling with a spiritual stone bead necklace worth a thousand gold coins, obviously having no interest in the content of the meeting.

"Ms. Qingluan, the research and development progress of our Nascent Soul-class mecha has now advanced to 40%, and we expect to conduct the first psychic core test next month." An engineering supervisor reported cautiously.

She raised an eyebrow, yawned lightly, and said nonchalantly, "Huh? Only 40%? Are you idiots here to eat for free?"

The conference room fell into silence instantly, and no one dared to breathe.

A research and development manager said with a stiff upper lip, "Ms. Qingluan, the psychic core of a Nascent Soul-class mecha is extremely complex. The issue of material stability alone has troubled us for a long time..."

"It's bothering you? Then why do you need your salary? Are you going to feed the dogs?" Zhao Qingluan interrupted impatiently, glancing at him coldly, her eyes as sharp as a knife. "Even I, a Jindan cultivator, know that material stability is just about adjusting the circuits and rune arrays. You can't even handle that?"

The supervisor's face flushed slightly and his lips trembled, but he didn't dare to refute.

She sneered, and pushed the teacup on the table over with a flick of her hand. With a bang, the tea splashed all over the table.

"I'll give you another half month. If you can't figure it out, get out of Qingyu!"

"Yes... yes!" The supervisor quickly nodded in agreement, cold sweat already oozing from his palms.

Zhao Qingluan leaned back in her chair, her eyes full of impatience. She hated these so-called "technical experts" the most. They all claimed to be smart, but in the end they couldn't even build a mecha.

It's so stupid and disappointing.

After the meeting, Zhao Qingluan was in a bad mood, so she changed into a luxurious purple dress and came to the most luxurious commercial area of ​​Qingyu Star - Tianhui Corridor.

This is the exclusive area for the nobility of the entire Qingyu Star. Only those with a cultivation level above the Golden Core level or those with extremely prominent backgrounds are qualified to enter.

As soon as she appeared, she instantly became the focus of the audience.

She was carrying the latest model of floating jade bag, and was followed by four or five female companions, all of whom were celebrities and close friends of the Qingyu Group. They were all gifted girls, well-dressed and of noble temperament.

"I heard that Qixing Company is also developing Nascent Soul Mecha this time?" Zhao Qingluan casually asked a woman beside her while browsing the latest jewelry from Tianling Pavilion.

The woman smiled flatteringly and said, "Yes, but Qixing's progress shouldn't be as fast as ours. After all, we at Qingyu have the best resources."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingluan nodded with satisfaction, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Those Liu family members love to act like the big shots. Wait until the press conference and see how I crush them." Her tone was cold, but her eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Another close friend said, "However, I did hear that Qixing recently produced a genius designer, who may be the key to accelerating their research and development progress."

Zhao Qingluan frowned. "Genius? Which holy land did he come from?"

My bestie shook her head and said, "I don't know. It seems to be someone in the workshop on the bottom floor."

Her smile instantly faded and her face suddenly darkened.

"...The bottom level?" Her tone was filled with disbelief, as if she had heard some huge joke.

After a moment, she smiled coldly, her eyes full of sarcasm: "Are you kidding me? Those rubbish at the bottom can't even start a mecha, and you still want to engage in research and development? Don't tease me."

In her eyes, bloodline, resources and background are the key to determining a person's future.

Those "low-level geniuses"?

He was just a beggar who picked up a few bones by luck.

In the Tianhui Gallery, Zhao Qingluan was leisurely selecting a pair of exquisite jade earrings. The shop lights cast a dazzling brilliance on the earrings. Squinting slightly, she scrutinized the pattern on the earrings and was about to ask the clerk to wrap them up when a monk in ordinary cloth hurried by and accidentally brushed against her sleeve.

“Snap—”

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the quiet aristocratic area, and everyone's attention was instantly focused.

Zhao Qingluan swung her hand without hesitation and slapped the cultivator with such force that he fell to the ground. The cultivator staggered back a few steps, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you looking for death?" She stared coldly at the cultivator on the ground, her eyes filled with deep disgust. "Do you know what you've soiled? This is the Feng Lingjin brocade I specially customized. A lowly person like you is not even worthy of touching it!"

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