The taxi sped all the way to the high-speed rail station.
Evan Lin got out, bought a ticket.
The high-speed rail from Beijing to Tangshan takes an hour and a half.
While waiting in the lounge for departure, Evan called Lily Zhong again to check on recent developments.
"Angel Epoch's sales are steadily climbing, cash flow is strong, but I'm thinking about launching an even higher-end Youth-Preserving Beauty Pill."
"We could use older herbs and higher potency as selling points, plus special packaging for gift editions."
"Right now, the Youth-Preserving Beauty Pill sells for 250,000 yuan each in Oceanport, and we're getting more overseas orders. I think this is a huge market we can tap!"
"Maybe in the future, we can go the luxury goods route."
Lily Zhong sounded excited on the other end of the call.
At 250,000 yuan per pill, the Youth-Preserving Beauty Pill already far exceeds the typical pricing of luxury brands like LV or Burberry.
But that's obviously still not enough.
If you want to truly step onto the stage of luxury goods, you need something genuinely impressive.
No matter how well the Youth-Preserving Beauty Pill sells, even at its peak the price is only 300,000 yuan each. Going higher is tough.
But if you refine a top-tier Youth-Preserving Beauty Pill using herbs over a hundred years old, and promote it through auctions, the price will only keep rising.
That’s not just wealth—it’s enough to establish Angel Epoch’s position.
"Why aren’t you saying anything? Did something happen recently?"
Lily Zhong had talked quite a bit before realizing Evan Lin seemed unusually quiet today.
She couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.
"It’s nothing major."
Evan exhaled slowly, then smiled. "Ms. Zhong, seeing you like this now actually makes me pretty happy."
"Oh, so you’re saying you weren’t happy seeing me before?"
On the other end, Lily Zhong replied, "Back at Brightsea No. 2 High, I still remember someone zoning out in class and staring at me."
At this point, Lily Zhong forced herself to suppress her embarrassment and kept her tone under control.
A complex emotion quietly spread in her heart.
"Yeah, thinking about it now, those days were pretty happy too."
Evan’s voice grew a bit sentimental. Back then, he had just returned from the Immortal Martial Continent and appeared in the classroom at No. 2 High again, feeling complicated but undeniably excited.
It’s been about a year or two since then.
Time flies by in the blink of an eye.
Sitting in the Beijing high-speed rail station, Evan was truly furious about what happened to Gavin Duan and Old Man Liu.
Now, listening to Lily Zhong talk excitedly about Angel Epoch on the phone, Evan felt a hard-to-describe mix of emotions.
To Evan, this company exists only to make money—money for the Miracle Hand Sect, so he can refine Nourishing Spirit Pills.
It’s just a starting point in Evan’s life. Once he finds a better way to harvest spiritual qi, he might abandon it altogether.
But for Lily Zhong, Angel Epoch might be the place she’s willing to devote her whole life to, where she finds achievement and happiness.
"People need something to hold onto, something to miss, something to think about—that’s how you feel at ease."
Evan suddenly spoke up.
Lily Zhong was stunned for a moment by his words. Before she could ask, the train arrived and it was time to board.
Evan hung up, followed the crowd, and boarded the train from Beijing to Tangshan.
Having been reborn, Evan’s life had been pretty laid-back.
Back on the Immortal Martial Continent, he single-mindedly climbed upward, exhausting himself to find ways to raise his cultivation, fighting and killing, and eventually earned the title of Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord.
He always knew that place wasn’t Earth. Without his mother Joy Zheng, Evan was essentially an orphan.
His original motivation wasn’t some lofty pursuit of immortality.
Back then, Evan just wanted to find his master, Lily Zhao.
Lily Zhao disappeared, and the Glazed Glass Palace was on the brink of ruin.
Evan shouldered a heavy responsibility and step by step achieved greatness.
When the Heaven Gate finally opened, Lily was still missing, but Evan was unexpectedly sent back to Earth.
After that, he walked step by step to where he is today.
Now, Evan sometimes feels a bit lost.
Because life is too comfortable.
Angel Epoch means he never worries about money, and the so-called masters he meets now aren’t even worth mentioning in his eyes.
He’s Master Lin from Seacrest, the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord of the Immortal Martial Continent, and Joy Zheng’s son, Evan Lin.
His dao-heart is solid, but after a lifetime of seeking immortality and the Way, what has he really gained?
That’s what Evan keeps pondering—and part of why, since his rebirth, he’s always gotten involved in small matters.
Is he really supposed to become an immortal and then blow up Earth with a single punch?
But if he really rushed to that point, his mindset would be totally different from now.
To seek the Dao and pursue immortality is to keep climbing, step by step, watching the scenery along the road—from mortal dust to heavenly peaks, comprehending the laws of heaven along the way.
On the Immortal Martial Continent, entering the Heaven Gate means becoming a true immortal.
Evan once had half a foot in, but fell because of the Left-Hand Dragon. Still, he was already half an immortal.
If he chased realms and cultivation as ruthlessly as before, even if he opened the Heaven Gate again, he might still fail to truly become immortal and enlightened.
Last time, he opened the Heaven Gate in just three hundred years—too fast.
This time, Earth’s thin spiritual qi ironically gives Evan more time to think.
Evan bought a first-class ticket.
Car 3, Seat 01A.
"Sir, excuse me, your seat isn’t here."
Onboard, a tall, smiling female attendant spoke to a man sitting in Seat 03A: "Please switch seats, this one belongs to the young lady here."
Beside her stood two people.
A man and a woman.
The girl had a good figure and decent looks, but looked a bit tired.
The man frowned, dressed in branded clothes, and sounded impatient: "Bro, what are you doing? This seat is my girlfriend’s. What are you sitting here for?"
"I’m just sitting here, so what? Huh? I bought a ticket, and you won’t let me sit?"
The man looked aggressive, glancing sideways at the attendant and the boyfriend, muttering curses: "I’m sitting here, deal with it. Not happy?"
"Sir, your ticket is for second class, but this is first class."
The attendant reminded him again.
"Why can’t someone with a second-class ticket sit in first class? Which rule says that, huh?"
"Are you looking down on me? Are you saying I’m a second-rate person?"
The man kept pressing, clearly annoyed.
Evan, moving up the aisle because people ahead hadn’t taken their seats yet, glanced at the girl standing there and felt she looked familiar.