272: Chapter 272 The Secret of Lei Poshan's Kung Fu

In this quiet secret chamber, a three-legged Cauldron sat solemnly in the center of the room, looking like an ancient holy relic.

On the lid of the Cauldron, a five-clawed golden dragon lay coiled, its claws tightly gripping the body of the Cauldron as if sealing some powerful demonic creature about to burst out.

Lei Poshan walked slowly toward it, his eyes filled with an uncontainable thirst. He reached out and lightly touched the inscriptions on the Cauldron. These inscriptions were neither modern characters nor ancient oracle bone script, yet they emitted an indescribable sense of profound mystery.

Ever since this Cauldron fell into his hands, Lei Poshan had come here every day, attempting to unlock the secrets of these inscriptions.

He had tried making rubbings and seeking help from experts and scholars, but every attempt had ended in failure.

However, Lei Poshan was absolutely certain that the content recorded by these inscriptions was related to the Cultivation Technique he practiced.

Lei Poshan's thoughts drifted back to the moment he first saw the Cauldron.

At that moment, it was as if he had been sucked into a mysterious space, his Soul drifting between reality and illusion.

In that space, he saw an old man with an immortal air, his back turned to him, standing with his hands behind his back. His green robe billowed without any wind as he stood quietly before the Cauldron. Around the old man, dozens of young Disciples sat in a circle with the posture of Daoist seekers, filled with devotion.

The old man's voice was thick and deep, as if it could cross the boundaries of time and space, echoing in Lei Poshan's ears: "My Lifespan is nearing its end. I have summoned you all here today to pass on my life's insights into the Martial Dao. You must observe carefully; how much you can comprehend depends on your own fate."

After speaking, the old man's figure floated up lightly, hovering in mid-air like a feather. Then, the old man began to demonstrate a set of Cultivation Techniques.

Lei Poshan stared intently, a wave of unnameable shock surging in his heart.

Every movement of the old man contained endless power and mystery. With every gesture, his Qi condensed into a physical form, faintly transforming into that majestic five-clawed golden dragon from the Cauldron lid, coiling and dancing in the air.

The Qi continuously struck the body of the Cauldron, producing crisp sounds of clashing metal, each sound striking like a hammer against Lei Poshan's heart.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man finally finished the demonstration. He slowly descended back to the ground and sat cross-legged. His voice became weak and ethereal: "I have engraved the Mind-Cultivation Technique onto this Cauldron. You must study it diligently in the future. Today, my Soul shall return to the Netherworld. I hope you can inherit the prestige of our Heavenly Dragon Sect and not fail my expectations."

With that, the old man's figure gradually dissipated into the air like mist.

The mysterious space also shook violently, and Lei Poshan's consciousness gradually returned to clarity. There was no old man, no Disciples—only that Cauldron standing there solitarily.

Lei Poshan walked forward, his gaze falling upon the Cauldron. Sure enough, there were some inscriptions. However, he couldn't understand a single word.

After much effort, Lei Poshan finally brought the Cauldron back to the castle and set aside a special secret chamber for it.

Although he couldn't decipher the specific meaning of the inscriptions, the Cultivation Technique the old man had demonstrated was deeply etched into his mind. He often came to the secret chamber to practice that technique, and now he had already stepped one foot into the Realm of Internal Force.

However, no matter how he cultivated, he was never able to condense his Qi into a physical form like the old man. He longed to enter that mysterious space again, but many years had passed, and Lei Poshan had never entered it a second time.

The inscriptions on the Cauldron were the Mind-Cultivation Technique for the set of techniques he practiced. If he could understand the content expressed by these inscriptions, perhaps he could reach the same heights as that old man.

Thinking this, Lei Poshan felt a bit unsettled. He closed his eyes to adjust his breathing for a moment before sitting down cross-legged.

...

Unknowingly, it was already four in the afternoon. The recruitment venue at Modu University gradually quieted down, and the special recruitment sessions for the two companies were coming to an end.

Qin Yi counted the resumes that had passed the interview. Adding in the interview results from the previous two days, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yiqian Entertainment Media's System mission had actually been exceeded.

The number of employees confirmed to join Yiqian Entertainment Media had reached 175, and the total number of followers on the Douyin short-video platform had surpassed 150 million.

Now, he only needed to transfer the paid-in capital of the entertainment media company into the company's corporate account, and half of the System mission would be considered complete.

In comparison, there was some trouble on the Yiqin Capital side.

Today was the first day of recruitment for Yiqin Capital. Although many people came for interviews, the results were not ideal; only 80 people passed the interview in the end.

Fortunately, the special recruitment session would last for two days, but the System mission required that industry elites make up no less than 10%. In other words, Yiqin Capital needed to recruit at least 10 industry elites.

But looking at the resumes of the people interviewed today, only a handful could barely be considered industry elites.

It seemed he would have to think of another way.

After all, true industry elites in finance were unlikely to come to a campus recruitment fair like this.

With a plan in mind, Qin Yi set about handling the matter of the paid-in registered capital.

In the afternoon, Ye Ziming, Xing Zhenkun, and Si Yao had already transferred their respective investment funds into Yiqin Capital's corporate account. Now, only Qin Yi's was left.

Qin Yi opened his mobile banking app and, without any hesitation, transferred 1 billion in investment funds into Yiqian Entertainment Media's corporate account. Immediately afterward, he transferred 800 million in investment funds into Yiqin Capital.

With this, Qin Yi's personal account instantly shrank by 1.8 billion.

However, because System Points are only awarded when the paid-in registered capital is spent, the System within his Sea of Consciousness did not trigger any message notifications.

After completing these operations, Qin Yi quietly left the conference hall and gave President Xu a call to inform him that the paid-in registered capital had arrived.

Even over the phone, Qin Yi could feel President Xu's happy and excited mood.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries and agreed to meet at the cocktail party that evening before hanging up.

Just then, Zhao Ying, yoyo, and Xu Zilin walked into the School of Economics building, chatting and laughing.

As soon as she entered, Zhao Ying's gaze inadvertently fell on Qin Yi, who had just hung up the phone.

A flash of joy appeared in Zhao Ying's eyes. She walked quickly for a few steps, came up behind Qin Yi, and greeted him softly: "Senior Qin Yi~"

Hearing her voice, Qin Yi turned around. Seeing it was Zhao Ying, a warm smile appeared in his eyes. He casually tucked his phone into his pocket and nodded slightly in response: "You guys are back. I was just thinking of contacting you."

Zhao Ying scanned the slightly empty recruitment venue and asked curiously: "Are the interviews over?"

"Yeah, almost. Just the last one left in the conference room," Qin Yi said, pointing to the conference room next door.

While they were talking, Xu Zilin and yoyo also came up to Qin Yi.

"Senior Qin Yi~" yoyo gave Qin Yi a playful smile.

Xu Zilin also greeted Qin Yi very happily: "Brother Yi~"

Qin Yi looked at Xu Zilin with a smile and teased: "Zilin, are you satisfied with the school? Where did you go with these two beautiful seniors?"

It was clear that Xu Zilin was no longer as shy and restrained as he was at the beginning. Presumably, after an afternoon, he had become well-acquainted with the two seniors.

Xu Zilin nodded in satisfaction and replied: "Yes, I'm very satisfied. The seniors took me to see the School of Materials first, then to the School of Music, the School of Performance, the library, and the University Student Activity Center. Oh, we also went to the food street on the school's back street..." As he spoke of what he had seen and heard, his face couldn't help but show the curiosity and excitement a young man should have.

"Haha, is that so? Did you see the back street barbecue shop?" Qin Yi asked expectantly.

"Yes, I saw it," Xu Zilin nodded. "Senior Zhao Ying said that you and your roommates go there often and are very familiar with the boss."

"That's right," Qin Yi laughed. "I was originally thinking of taking you there to eat today. But there's a cocktail party tonight that I've already agreed to attend, so it's not good to go back on my word. Let's wait until tomorrow; tomorrow I'll take you to the back street barbecue for a big meal." As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Ying and yoyo, "Zhao Ying and yoyo, you guys come tomorrow too."

"Mhm~" The two nodded in agreement, expressions of anticipation on their faces.

As they were talking, the doors of the two conference halls opened almost simultaneously, and the last two interviewees walked out. Judging by the happy expressions on their faces, one could tell they had likely passed the interview.

After waiting a little longer, Xu Qian, Wang Tengfei, and the others also walked out of the conference hall. Seeing Qin Yi standing outside talking with Zhao Ying and the others, they all walked over.