Mission Hall

After Song Gang and the others left, the small courtyard immediately fell quiet. Lin Baichuan's courtyard was rather remote, so although the commotion had caused some noise, it had not been enough to draw anyone's attention.

Lin Baichuan glanced at the ruined courtyard gate and could not be bothered to repair it. Once he reported it, the logistics department would naturally send someone over to deal with it. Their craftsmanship was far better than his.

"Forget it. I'm not in the mood to cultivate either. I'll go take a look at the Mission Hall."

Lin Baichuan muttered to himself. Now that he had reshaped his roots and physique, he had undergone a complete transformation. Naturally, he needed to seize the time and raise his strength. Compared to shutting himself away for bitter cultivation, using merit to increase his strength was much faster.

Thus, Lin Baichuan planned to visit the Mission Hall and see whether there were any suitable missions.

Within the Demon Suppression Division, aside from completing the missions assigned by their superiors, Demon Slayer Guards could also go to the Mission Hall and accept missions themselves to earn extra contribution points.

In fact, this was the greatest source of contribution points for Demon Slayer Guards.

Compared to the compulsory missions assigned from above, missions accepted at the Mission Hall offered richer rewards and greater freedom. Demon Slayer Guards could choose the missions best suited to their own needs and strengths.

It was unlike assigned missions, which were full of uncertainty. Sometimes, a mission was tedious and perilous, yet the reward was barely satisfactory—and it could not be refused. These were compulsory. Every Demon Slayer Guard received corresponding compulsory missions each year, and they had to be completed.

Failure meant contribution points would be deducted at first. But if it happened too many times, the consequences would become severe. One might even be demoted or face other harsh punishments.

Once he made up his mind, Lin Baichuan acted. Without another word, he rose and left the courtyard, heading straight for the Mission Hall.

However, he had barely taken a few steps when someone blocked his path.

It was actually Qin Qing.

Who knew when this woman had arrived? She stood several dozen zhang away, smiling as she watched him. Lin Baichuan was startled, but he had no intention of stopping and walked toward Qin Qing step by step.

"You performed quite well today. You really pissed Song Gang off."

Only after Lin Baichuan approached did Qin Qing smile and say, "Unfortunately, it still wasn't quite enough. You'll have to put in a little more effort."

"More effort? Are you trying to make Song Gang go mad?"

Lin Baichuan rolled his eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? If you truly came with some mission to investigate Song Gang, then judging from his behavior, he should have plenty of flaws. There should be no need to go through all this trouble to get evidence under control, right?"

"Investigate him? Hehe... he isn't qualified..."

Qin Qing gave a cold laugh. "Enough. There's no need for you to fish for information. What you should know, you'll naturally be told. What you shouldn't know, ask less about it. Just handle your own affairs.

"I heard you went on a killing spree at Hundred Herbs Hall yesterday over a Mysterious Sun Fruit. It seems you have already brewed the Return Origin Body Tempering Soup and reshaped your physique and roots..."

"I still have to thank Young Miss Qin for giving me the prescription."

Lin Baichuan smiled faintly, effectively admitting that he had reshaped his physique and roots. In truth, he had never intended to deny it. He knew full well that he could not hide it from Qin Qing. This woman was extremely mysterious. Now that he thought about it, she had most likely concealed her cultivation, and her depths were unfathomable.

"No need to be polite. This was merely a transaction between us. Each of us took what we needed."

Qin Qing waved a hand and chuckled. "Still, you provoked Song Gang this time, and that fellow will not let the matter rest. Be careful. Don't go and get yourself killed. I won't collect your corpse."

As she spoke, she tapped the ground with the tip of her foot and drifted more than ten zhang away like a light swallow. After a few breaths, she had vanished without a trace.

Fuck!

Lin Baichuan cursed inwardly, his face darkening. This woman's tongue was truly vicious.

Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Lin Baichuan composed himself and continued toward the Mission Hall. No matter what, accepting a mission came first. Contribution points were secondary—the most important thing was merit. Without merit, the system was nothing but decoration.

Half an incense stick later!

Lin Baichuan entered the Demon Suppression Division's Mission Hall. It was an ancient and elegant hall, with people constantly coming and going. It was livelier than anywhere else in the Demon Suppression Division.

At the very center of the hall stood a jade wall nearly one zhang tall.

This was no ordinary jade wall. Rumor had it that it was a special spirit artifact, displaying all kinds of mission information in real time.

There were also many smaller stone walls around the hall. These were tools that allowed Demon Slayer Guards to browse and filter missions suited to them. They were linked to the central jade wall, much like the central server and numerous subservers from Lin Baichuan's previous life.

If someone from the Demon Suppression Division wished to browse or filter missions, they only needed to place their identity token on a stone wall. It would then activate, allowing them to view and select missions with great convenience.

For a time, Lin Baichuan even wondered whether he had transmigrated again.

This scene was simply too science-fictional. It seemed utterly out of place in the high-martial world he currently inhabited.

"This world is too wondrous. What I understood before was merely the tip of the iceberg."

Lin Baichuan murmured to himself, but his hands did not remain idle. He came before an unoccupied stone wall and, copying the others, placed his identity token on it.

Buzz...

At once, the stone wall, roughly a meter in length and width, began to emit a faint glow. It actually condensed into a light screen, upon which numerous lines of information gradually appeared.

They were mission listings.

With a thought from Lin Baichuan, the words on the light screen immediately refreshed.

He was using his mind to control the light screen, filtering information and selecting missions that met his needs. After only a brief period of exploration, Lin Baichuan had completely grasped the stone wall's functions. To him, this thing was no different from a computer from his previous life.

No!

Strictly speaking, it was even smarter than a computer. He could control it with his thoughts. Whatever content he wanted, he did not need to lift a hand; with a single thought, the information on the light screen would immediately refresh. Wasn't this exactly the same as the brain-computer interface mentioned in his previous life?

Could martial arts really be this incredible?

Lin Baichuan was somewhat dazed, his mind churning like rivers and seas overturning, unable to calm for a long while.

After quite some time, Lin Baichuan took a deep breath and finally settled his state of mind somewhat. Then he turned his attention to the mission information on the light screen. As for the mysteries of the jade wall and stone walls, they did not have much to do with him.

At least, not for now.

These things were surely secrets of the Demon Suppression Division. He was only a Junior Demon Slayer at the Ninth Rank Skin Refinement Realm, a typical little nobody. How could he possibly be qualified to come into contact with such things? There was no point in letting his imagination run wild now.

He would be better off killing a few more demons and monsters, earning more merit, and improving his strength. That was far more practical.

Still, Lin Baichuan believed that one day, he would stand at the summit of this world and see through everything beneath heaven.

After all, he had the system in hand. If he still could not reach the pinnacle of the world with cheats enabled, he might as well buy a block of tofu and smash his head into it until he died.