291: company

Eastern Region, Grace City.

"Senior, you can actually come out?"

Mo Ran looked at Qingxuan, who had shrunk significantly and was currently standing on his shoulder, astonished.

He had originally figured out the source of the problem and was planning to ask Senior for a countermeasure.

He didn't expect Qingxuan to crawl out directly. Usually, it was he who brought items out of the main city; this was the first time someone had come to him from the main city.

Although it wasn't a person.

"Making a fuss over nothing," Qingxuan scoffed lightly. "I have my own methods."

"The me of now is no longer the me of the past. I have ascended!"

It closed its eyes, its expression intoxicated, as if embracing freedom.

However, before Mo Ran could speak, Qingxuan ended this pose itself and slapped the back of Mo Ran's head with a wing.

"What are you waiting for?"

"According to our previous plan, let's go meet that Young Master Wang first."

"Let's go!"

It waved its large wing, possessing quite the Aura of a military strategist waving a fan and pointing out the landscape.

Mo Ran was stunned by the slap, nodded subconsciously in response, and immediately prepared to fly his Flying Sword toward the city center.

Just as he was about to set off, he suddenly paused.

"Senior, isn't this too conspicuous?"

The back of his head took another slap from a wing.

"I am currently in a special state, manifesting directly in your consciousness. Only you can see me," Qingxuan said irritably. "So you had better speak to me in your mind; otherwise, others will just think there is something wrong with your brain."

"Oh, that's good."

Mo Ran rubbed the back of his head. It didn't actually hurt, but he would be stunned every time he was hit.

Afterwards, he drove his Flying Sword straight into the clouds and soon merged into the aerial traffic lane.

The aerial traffic was ceaseless.

There were two-wheeled speeding motorcycles, trailing flames behind their wheels, moving at extreme speeds.

There were also all kinds of four-wheeled vehicles, shaped like streamlined boxes, weaving through in an orderly fashion.

Mo Ran drove into the two-wheeled lane, traveling under the guidance of tech-filled projections, and soon saw that eye-catching giant building in the city center, the headquarters of Grace Group.

The building towered into the clouds, its architectural lines sharp, exuding a strong sense of oppression and solemnity.

In contrast to this was the square in front of the building.

In the center of the square was a giant holographic ocean projection, with various virtual sea beasts lifelike, as if swimming in the air, incredibly dreamy.

Neon lights flickered all around the square, and projections intertwined, shining brightly even in the daytime.

In comparison, the unadorned Grace Group building appeared even more prominent.

Mo Ran was visiting the group's square for the first time and was looking up at the building, not noticing that several security guards had approached him.

"Third-class citizen, entry is prohibited here."

A security guard in the Foundation Establishment Stage wearing exoskeleton armor reached out to stop him.

Mo Ran was stunned and subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

Grace City divided residents into four classes.

The first class was public service elites with local status.

The second class was public service elites without local status.

The third class was immigrants with local status or stable assets.

The fourth class was immigrants without stable assets, stowaways, and bottom-tier laborers.

When Mo Ran first arrived, he was classified as fourth class, his rights extremely restricted, which was why he had moved to the outer ring.

Later, he operated a small shop and passed the asset audit, promoting him to a third-class citizen, enjoying basic rights, but still subject to many restrictions.

Plus, his first experience entering the city was poor, so even after becoming a third-class citizen, he was unwilling to move to the city center or inner ring to live.

Therefore, he didn't know that the company area prohibited entry to third-class citizens.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Qingxuan slapped him again with a wing. "We have proper channels; what are you afraid of?"

Mo Ran shook his head, feeling that his daze just now was ridiculous.

"Forget it, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Relax your mind, let me take control, and you watch carefully."

Mo Ran, who had originally looked dull, suddenly changed his demeanor, his gaze sharp and calm.

This abrupt change made the security guards immediately vigilant, not because Mo Ran's Aura was too strong and intimidated them, but because they were worried the other party had taken drugs and their mental state was not quite normal.

"Relax, everyone." Qingxuan, controlling Mo Ran's body, raised its hands casually.

"Third-class citizen, second warning, please leave immediately." The lead security guard had already taken out a short metal rod carved with runes, as if it could be swung down at any moment.

"Hum."

A piece of currency unique to the Eastern Region, a Star Coin, was tossed high by Qingxuan, attracting everyone's attention.

When it fell, he raised his hand to catch it, flipping his wrist.

The security captain almost took action, but saw a visitor pass revealed in the other party's palm, clearly marking Level 2 authority.

He was stunned on the spot.

After his Divine Sense scanned over it and confirmed the authenticity of the pass, the security captain was covered in cold sweat, immediately retracted his rod, stood at attention, bowed respectfully, and then stepped aside to make way.

"Distinguished Level 2 visitor, please enter."

"Arrogant before, respectful now." Qingxuan shook its head lightly, didn't continue, just pinned the pass to its chest, and strode toward the main entrance of the company.

Security guards along the way bowed and made way.

"Senior, that's amazing! How did you do it?" At this moment, Mo Ran's consciousness had shifted to Qingxuan's perspective, and he was standing on his own shoulder observing.

"Don't move around, be careful not to break the connection!" Qingxuan shouted fiercely in its mind.

Mo Ran hurriedly retracted his attention, only daring to glance up and observe quietly.

Seeing Mo Ran settle down, Qingxuan relaxed slightly, continued to maintain a composed posture, and relying on the Level 2 visitor pass on its chest, passed through three security checks, all receiving courteous treatment and enjoying priority passage.

Afterwards, it registered its identity at the front desk, obtained high-level access, and then, with hands in its pockets, walked toward the elevator.

Mo Ran was also eye-opened by this.

The interior space of the company appeared even grander than the exterior. The technological facilities were not complex or flashy, but constructed with gray, light white, and golden materials, the style simple and solemn, making him marvel inwardly.

He kept Qingxuan's reminder in mind, not daring to make large movements, just shrinking his body and looking around cautiously with his head lowered.

It wasn't until Qingxuan walked into the VIP elevator that Mo Ran heard a helpless reminder in his consciousness.

"Don't use my appearance to make such lewd movements."

"So Senior, how exactly did you get this?" Mo Ran couldn't help but ask.

Qingxuan leaned against the elevator car, toying with the card in its hand.

"Having it is enough."

"People in the Eastern Region always love to set rules in such places; this card can solve most problems."

Mo Ran looked at the card, somewhat incredulous.

"Is this fake?"

"Aren't we supposed to not show our hand first? If it's exposed that this is a fake card, wouldn't I be in great danger?"

Thinking of the security guards at the door, he knew well the strength of security in big companies; they were definitely stronger than most law enforcement departments.

In a one-on-one fight, Mo Ran might not be afraid, but if besieged, he would definitely have no chance of winning, let alone here at Grace Group, where security would only be stronger.

Therefore, once this fake pass was discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Qingxuan, however, smiled slightly.

"Who said this was fake?"

"Before I came, I used your phone to make an appointment with Grace Group, which is how I got this pass."

"But how could an appointment be so easy?"

"I had to wait for everything I did before, often getting no news for days..."

Before Mo Ran could finish complaining, Qingxuan interrupted him.

"After all, it was the qualification exchanged for your Single Spiritual Root, so of course they have high efficiency."

Mo Ran was stunned, as if he had misheard.

After coming back to his senses and confirming repeatedly, he finally confirmed the words just spoken and couldn't help but lower his head.

"If it is for the sake of the Taiyi God... I am willing."

Qingxuan glanced at his appearance and clicked its tongue in disgust.

"Joking with someone like you is really boring. You don't even have any normal reaction; you're not even as good as that stupid lion."

"Have you never thought about why a conglomerate heir would target you, a common third-class citizen who doesn't even have the qualification to get within 500 meters of the company gate?"

"Isn't it for my curse Legacy?"

Looking at Mo Ran's dull appearance, it was also somewhat speechless. Zhou Yan was good at everything, but his eye for choosing people was just too poor.

If someone like this became the Pope, then the Taiyi Sect would be doomed.

Mo Ran also saw the other party's mood, and then thought about it again.

"It couldn't be for my sticky rice dumpling recipe, could it?"

"Are you a pig-brained idiot?"

"Didn't that Uncle Chu of yours tell you!"

"Spiritual Root, they are coming for your Spiritual Root!"