This Seat Lin Is No Longer the Same as Before

The group had escaped with their lives, a trace of relief unavoidably showing on their faces.

The overwhelming tide of darkness in that passage—even now that they had fled—still left them shaken.

Instinctively, they all looked toward Lin Shuguang, their pillar of support.

Since they had escaped early, they hadn't spotted the blood-colored greatsword; only Lin Shuguang alone had seen it clearly.

He turned his head to glance at the black passage, which had already collapsed and dissipated into drifting green smoke.

Lin Shuguang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Before long, a large number of figures appeared in the distance.

The group's expressions shifted.

Fearing it might be more Demonic Cultivator people, they summoned their weapons one after another, standing on guard.

Until Lin Shuguang spoke: "They're our people."

Hearing this, the group stared intently.

As the crowd drew closer, they saw the leader was Si Qianjun.

This time, Si Qianjun had personally led his men to arrive. Seeing Lin Shuguang safe and sound, his rigid expression finally softened. "You disappeared for a full seven days."

Not just Lin Shuguang—even Professor Wang was stunned.

Seeing their expressions, Si Qianjun's face changed, and he stepped closer to ask, "What happened?"

In fact, from the very start, he had noticed that the squad Lin Shuguang led had been reduced to just these last twelve or thirteen people—a testament to the heavy sacrifices.

"I... inside, it felt like only half a day had passed." Lin Shuguang made a rough estimate, then turned to look at Professor Wang and the others.

After all, he had been pulled into a separate pocket realm, so the time might not have been consistent.

But Professor Wang and the others thought for a moment, then nodded. "Indeed, only about six hours passed. Ruoyi, make a note of this."

"Yes, Teacher." Pei Ruoyi immediately took out a pen and notebook to record the phenomenon.

Si Qianjun's gaze swept over the other Special Management Bureau soldiers. Every face was stained with blood. He said in a deep voice, "You've all worked hard."

"Thank you for your concern, Bureau Chief!" The seven men straightened their backs, their expressions resolute.

Si Qianjun waved his hand grandly. "Let's head back."

The hundreds of Special Management Bureau soldiers he had brought immediately surrounded Lin Shuguang and the others for protection. The group boarded bulletproof buses already parked by the roadside.

Several armored vehicles led the way, and hundreds of people in over a dozen cars rolled out from the outskirts into the city in a grand procession.

It drew stunned looks from countless citizens.

"Did some big shot come to our Huai City?"

"This escort is way too extravagant!"

"Armored vehicles leading the way..."

"I feel like something happened..."

"Could it be related to that explosion a few days ago?"

"Maybe... the people in these cars are all heroes..."

"Heroes?"

Citizens standing on both sides of the road watched curiously at the bulletproof bus where Lin Shuguang and the others were resting.

Twenty minutes later, the group returned to the Special Management Bureau.

Professor Wang and the others immediately headed to the lab.

They had already recounted the general course of events in the car.

But no sooner had they stepped into the lab than Lin Shuguang was kept behind in the office by Si Qianjun.

"Write a report on this situation. At least three hundred words. Hand it to me in half an hour."

"I have to write it?" Lin Shuguang's scalp crawled at the mere mention of writing a report.

He would rather pick up his blade and go hack it out with those Battle Axe Blood Corpses than waste time on something like writing an essay.

Si Qianjun said irritably, "If you don't write it, am I supposed to? Hurry up. I'm going to the lab; I'll be back later."

Lin Shuguang looked utterly aggrieved.

Left alone in Si Qianjun's office, he sat in his boss chair, pen in hand, scratching his head.

Then, a sudden flash of inspiration.

Ten minutes later, he was done.

He had even crammed the entire experience in that other dimension onto the paper, filling it densely.

The door was pushed open by Si Qianjun.

Lin Shuguang immediately stood up. "Bureau Si, mission complete. If there's nothing else, I'm out."

Si Qianjun froze. "That fast? Hold on a moment."

He picked up Lin Shuguang's report, and his face immediately darkened. "How many words is this?"

"Not too many, not too few—exactly two thousand."

"You wrote a two-thousand-word report with nearly seventeen hundred words of battle scenes? And the whole thing is just whoosh whoosh whoosh???"

"This is purely to authentically recreate the battle scene."

Si Qianjun personally took a pen to revise Lin Shuguang's report, cutting out large chunks of combat descriptions, though he left in a few records of Lin Shuguang's critical appearances during moments of crisis.

As he edited, he explained, "This mission report will be submitted to the Governor. Some things need to be more formal."

"Thanks for the reminder, Si Bureau." Lin Shuguang smiled innocently.

Si Qianjun shot him an exasperated glare, deleted another long passage, then paused for a moment before asking, "Any discoveries from this mission?"

Lin Shuguang hesitated briefly, then dropped the joking tone. "Has Si Bureau ever heard of Parallel Worlds?"

Si Qianjun stopped writing, thoughtful. "So it really is another world..."

He looked up at Lin Shuguang again. "I just went to examine that Walking Corpse. The War Armor on it doesn't belong to our world, and its material is a kind of Rare Metal. Both are of critical importance to our country's research. If there's anything you need, just say it. As long as it's reasonable, the higher-ups will approve it."

Lin Shuguang immediately grinned. "My request is perfectly reasonable."

"Go ahead." Si Qianjun lowered his head to keep editing the report, speaking casually.

"Nothing much. Just have the nation reward me with a hundred billion or so. I don't need any cultivation resources—leave those for people who actually need them. I only want money."

"..." Si Qianjun stopped writing and looked up, forcing a stiff smile. "A hundred billion? Hah."

Lin Shuguang was grabbed by the collar and about to be thrown out.

"Wait, Si Bureau! I'm injured—badly! If you do that, my wounds will burst open..." Lin Shuguang's face twisted in pain.

Si Qianjun paused, eyeing him suspiciously. "You're injured? Where?"

Lin Shuguang kept his head down, expression unreadable, and mumbled, "Internal injuries..."

He finally escaped the Special Management Bureau and let out a long breath.

But he still couldn't help glancing back longingly at Si Qianjun's building. "Fine, so they won't give me a hundred billion. But why did he have to get so worked up over a hundred bottles of Bone Tempering Pills?"

He shook his head, sighed, and hailed a taxi at the intersection.

"Commerce District, please."

Settling into the back seat, Lin Shuguang pretended to rest his eyes, but in reality, he pulled up his Attribute Panel.

He'd gotten way too carried away fighting those Blood Corpses earlier—he'd burned through tens of millions just by spending money.

He didn't even know exactly how strong he'd become.

But without a doubt, the current him could effortlessly crush the him from seven days ago with one hand.

Name: Lin Shuguang;

Blood Energy Value: 53,240 cal;

Skills: Undying Nine Revolutions Divine Body Heart Sutra Lv6, Blade of Slaughter - Nourishing Art, 128 Fuse Lv2;

Blade of Slaughter - Killing Art, 100 Fuse Lv2;

Heart Method: Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Breathing Technique;

Destined Soul: Slaughter Blade;

Special Abilities:

Drain Lv4;

Lightning Ray Lv4;

Achievements: Bronze Skin Iron Bones, Netherflame;

Cultivation: Bone Tempering 51 Resonances