Li Baolong made an appointment with the sales manager of Shanghai Volkswagen in Wuhou District, Chengdu, to pick up his car in half a month. He immediately paid a deposit of 50,000 yuan. In the past two days, he has relied entirely on them to do maintenance and inspections on the vehicle, as well as some interior decoration.
After paying the deposit, Li Baolong left the Volkswagen sales department and took a taxi straight to the stock brokerage. It was just before the afternoon closing time, and he glanced casually at Er'an Technology in the trading hall. Good heavens, it was still hitting the daily limit! At this rate, the stock price would reach over sixteen yuan in a week. Li Baolong was overjoyed, thinking that once the stock price went up, he would become a multi-millionaire, hahaha.
Li Baolong returned home excitedly, plopped down, took a few deep breaths, and began to silently recite the Seven-Seven Mantra. After a short while, his restless heart gradually calmed down.
He then gently opened the celestial book and carefully took out the cultivation insights left by the old Taoist priest. Li Baolong stared intently at the words, pondering each one repeatedly, trying to find the hidden connections between the lines. But after reading for a long time, he found that it didn't mention any method for breaking through cultivation levels at all.
Li Baolong couldn't help but ponder to himself that the old Taoist priest was already forty years old when he obtained this half of the celestial book. He had cultivated for decades before that, and his foundation in Taoist magic was extremely profound. It must have been much easier for him to cultivate than for Li Baolong. As for Li Baolong, he had only increased his magical power and opened his mind-sensing ability by accidentally consuming that pill. Thinking about it this way, he felt somewhat relieved, knowing that the path of cultivation could not be rushed and that he had to explore it slowly.
Li Baolong stared at the old Taoist's flamboyant handwriting and began to ponder: "I should go and take a look at the back of Qingcheng Mountain sometime. It's been decades, I wonder what the old Taoist's temple looks like now, and how his disciples and grand-disciples are learning the Taoist arts. Maybe I can encounter some opportunities there and find a way to improve my cultivation."
His mind was racing, but sleepiness wouldn't let him get away. Before long, the drowsiness washed over him like a tidal wave, and Li Baolong couldn't resist any longer. He collapsed onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.
A week passed quickly. Li Baolong's luck had truly turned around; he smoothly became a multi-millionaire. His wealth on paper ballooned to 15 million, and he was even adding over a million every day. Honghong's account also had over a million. Li Baolong had a plan in mind: he would sell his shares and cash out when Honghong's account reached 5 million.
Just as he was feeling pleased with himself, his phone rang. He answered and saw it was a call from the Volkswagen sales department. The caller said that Li Baolong's car was all set up and ready, even his driver's license was processed, and he could pick it up anytime. Li Baolong quickly thanked them and said, "I've been too busy these past few days, I'll wait a few more days." Why? Li Baolong knew perfectly well that with the stock market soaring, delaying the car purchase by ten days might allow him to earn enough for another car. Anyway, he wasn't in a rush; he could pick it up at the end of the month, before the Spring Festival—the timing would be perfect. He was already happily planning his future good days.
Li Baolong patted his pockets; he only had a few thousand yuan left. For the past few days, he hadn't left the house, focusing solely on cultivating his Taoist arts. He held the Qiankun Sword in his hands, constantly chanting the incantations within its blade. This Qiankun Sword was no ordinary sword; it contained profound Taoist principles.
Li Baolong knew in his heart that his skill was still too shallow to unlock the secret space within the Qiankun Sword. This sword had been circulating among the people for hundreds of years, and countless people had failed to discover its mysteries. Even the old Taoist master, Yunjizi, only regarded the sword as an ordinary Taoist hairpin left by his ancestors and saw nothing of value in it.
Li Baolong was pondering how to improve his mental state when he suddenly remembered helping Xiaoyu and her mother. He had donated ten thousand yuan that time, and unexpectedly, his internal energy had increased by one level. He figured that since he wasn't short of money, he would travel around, helping those in need and giving them money. He believed that doing good deeds would definitely improve his mental state and strengthen his spiritual perception. He resolved to continue doing this, and perhaps one day he would unlock the secrets of the Qiankun Sword.
The phone rang suddenly. When I answered, it was Sister Honghong. Her charming voice came through: "Baolong, why haven't you come to see me for so long?"
I quickly explained, "Sister Honghong, I've been busy studying at home these past few days. I have so much to do. I'll definitely come to see you once I'm done with my studies in a few days."
Sister Honghong continued, "Don't forget, the Spring Festival is at the end of the month. I was thinking, should we go back to my brother's house in Chongqing together? Our mother is there, and she's recovered a bit. It would be a good opportunity for the whole family to reunite."
I hesitated for a moment and said to her, "Sister Honghong, I'm not sure if I can go to Chongqing for the Spring Festival. I have to go back to Jianzhou City to visit my lame uncle and also see my cousin. I'm their only relative nearby. If I don't go back, they'll be so lonely."
When Sister Hong heard this, she said, "Okay, let's wait a few days. Let's meet for a meal on the weekend first, and then we can talk about the rest."
The stock account was still increasing by more than two million every day, currently worth twenty-five million, and expected to reach thirty million by the weekend. Next week was crucial, with the account potentially increasing by three to four million every day. Lost in thought, Li Baolong lost interest in everything else, spending his time checking stock news and studying Taoist practices at home.
The weekend sun shone brightly on the city streets and alleys. Li Baolong had arranged to have dinner with Honghong that evening to chat about their recent situations and feelings. As night fell, the two walked hand in hand into an elegant and romantic Western restaurant.
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