After saying their goodbyes...
The engine started.
The headlights illuminated the road ahead.
Before long...
The van disappeared into the night.
The old man watched it leave before letting out a satisfied sigh.
"He really is a good kid..."
He then glanced sideways.
Yun Wanhe was still rubbing the bumps on his head.
The old man snorted.
"I’m going to bed. Lock up when you leave."
Without waiting for a reply, he wandered back into the restaurant.
Yun Wanhe remained standing outside by himself.
His fists slowly tightened.
"Shen Tian."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"I won’t lose forever."
He turned...
And began the long walk home.
Later that night...
Yun Wanhe got home.
By the time he reached the door...
He could already hear arguing inside.
He sighed.
Then unlocked the door.
The small apartment smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
His father sat on the worn-out sofa.
A half-empty beer bottle rested on the coffee table.
His mother sat nearby, looking exhausted.
Despite everything...
The moment they saw Yun Wanhe...
Both smiled.
"Little Wanhe! You’re home."
His mother quickly stood up.
"Have you eaten? I can still make something."
Yun Wanhe shook his head.
"I already ate."
His father sighed.
"That’s good."
The room became quiet.
His mother hesitated before speaking.
"Little Wanhe. We’ve... fallen behind on several bills."
She looked embarrassed.
"We’ve been trying to stretch what little money we have..."
His father rubbed the back of his neck.
"I’ve been picking up odd jobs when I can. But work’s been difficult to find."
He looked at his son apologetically.
"We hate asking you... But... If you could find a job for a while... It would really help."
Yun Wanhe looked at the two of them.
Although they had their flaws...
Although addiction had made life difficult...
They had never stopped caring about him.
Even now...
His mother was more worried about whether he had eaten than about herself.
His father looked ashamed that he even had to ask.
For a moment...
The arrogance of the Immortal Emperor faded.
"Alright."
Both parents looked up.
"I’ll get a job."
His mother blinked.
"Really?"
Yun Wanhe nodded.
"I’ll start looking tomorrow."
His father smiled with visible relief.
"Thank you, son."
His mother gently patted his shoulder.
"We know things will get better."
Yun Wanhe quietly returned to his room.
Closing the door behind him...
He sat on the edge of his bed.
He looked at his hands.
"A real job."
The words tasted strange.
’An Immortal Emperor... Working... a mortal job...’
He slowly shook his head.
’No. This is merely temporary. Once I regain enough of my cultivation... Everything will return to normal.’
The Next Morning...
Sunlight poured through the apartment window.
Yun Wanhe changed into a clean shirt before leaving the apartment.
With several printed resumes in hand...
He began walking through the city.
His first stop...
A nearby fast-food restaurant.
A large sign in the window read:
- NOW HIRING -
Yun Wanhe walked inside.
After a brief interview...
The manager smiled.
"You seem responsible. When can you start?"
"Today."
One hour later...
Yun Wanhe stood behind the counter.
Wearing a paper hat.
An apron.
And plastic gloves.
He stared blankly at the deep fryer.
’This... This Immortal Emperor... Has crossed countless battlefields... Destroyed ancient sects... Shaken the heavens...’
A timer beeped.
"Fries!"
The manager pointed.
"Those need to come out!"
Yun Wanhe silently grabbed the basket.
Grease popped.
Oil splattered onto his glove.
’...Is making fries.’
Five minutes later...
A customer frowned.
"Excuse me. I asked for no pickles."
Yun Wanhe stared at the burger.
Then at the customer.
Then back at the burger.
’Thousands of years of cultivation.... For this.’
The manager hurried over.
"Sorry about that!"
He quickly remade the order before pulling Yun Wanhe aside.
"You need to smile more."
"Smile?"
"Customers like friendly employees."
Yun Wanhe forced a smile.
It looked more like a threat.
The manager winced.
"...Maybe... less."
Yun Wanhe closed his eyes.
’I cannot believe this.’
’If word spread through the Immortal Realm...’
’I would rather face heavenly tribulation.’
About twenty minutes later...
The restaurant door opened.
Two women wearing professional business attire stepped inside.
They didn’t approach the counter immediately.
Instead...
They quietly observed Yun Wanhe.
One of them spoke softly.
"That’s him."
The other nodded.
"President Ling Shuangxue instructed us to find someone matching his description."
They walked over.
"Excuse me."
Yun Wanhe turned.
"Yes?"
The older woman smiled politely.
"Are you Yun Wanhe?"
His eyebrows rose.
"I am."
She handed him a business card.
"We’re from this cosmetic company."
Yun Wanhe immediately straightened.
’Cosmetic company?’
The woman continued.
"Our company currently has an opening. We’re looking for a janitor."
Yun Wanhe froze.
"A... Janitor?"
She nodded.
"The salary is excellent."
She named the monthly pay.
Yun Wanhe’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
It was several times what he would make at the fast-food restaurant.
"There are full benefits. Paid leave. Regular hours. And opportunities for advancement within the company if your performance is good."
Yun Wanhe looked back at the deep fryer.
It beeped again.
"Fries!"
The manager shouted from the kitchen.
He looked at the business card.
Then at the fryer.
Then back at the card.
’...A janitor...’
His pride screamed in protest.
’This Immortal Emperor... Cleaning floors...’
His wallet...
Unfortunately...
Was much louder.
He thought about the overdue bills.
His parents.
The apartment.
The salary.
After several long seconds...
He slowly exhaled.
"I’ll accept."
The woman smiled.
"Excellent. Please report to the company tomorrow afternoon as soon as your school lets out."
She handed him an employment packet.
"We’ll see you then."
As the two women left...
The manager poked his head out from the kitchen.
"Yun Wanhe! The fries!"
Yun Wanhe looked down at his apron one last time.
Then calmly untied it.
"I quit."
The manager blinked.
"Already? That was fast..."
Shen Family Mansion.
"It seems the fish took the bait."
A faint smile appeared on Shen Tian’s face as he watched the security footage playing across the monitor.
The recording showed Yun Wanhe inside the fast food place.
Naturally...
Obtaining the footage had been effortless.
Thanks to Xu Ning, every camera in the building had already been hacked.
Xu Ning stood quietly beside him.
[I’ve also hacked every single camera in the world.]
"Good."
Shen Tian leaned back in his chair.
Ling Shuangxue folded her arms.
"What do you want me to do?"
Shen Tian smiled.
"Make his life miserable. But don’t push him too far."
Ling Shuangxue raised an eyebrow.
"Not enough to break him?"
Shen Tian shook his head.
"No. If he breaks... He stops growing. I don’t want that. That’s why I’m throwing him some cash to help his normal life."
He tapped the desk lightly with a finger.
"His own fate should start kicking up soon into overdrive... More opportunities will be thrown at him. And the stronger he becomes... the more I’ll gain when I take everything away."
Ling Shuangxue gave a half nod.
"Understood. I already know exactly who to assign."
Shen Tian looked at her curiously.
"Oh? Perfect..."
(Author’s Note: IMPORTANT!)
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