Impressive Salary and Benefits Win Over the Returnees

Gu Tianye listened quietly, his face expressionless, only his fingers tightening slightly as he held the cultivation manual.

After Feng Qingjue speaking, he remained silent for a moment, then shook his head, a smile that was hard to tell whether it was a bitter smile or an expression of admiration appearing on his lips.

"What a monster."

All the shock, emotion, and disbelief expressed in countless words can ultimately be condensed into these few simple and direct words.

But then, the flame in Gu Tianye's eyes blazed up again, even more fiercely than before.

He looked at Feng Qingjue, his eyes filled with a pure, unadulterated longing and fighting spirit.

I want to fight him again.

That's the stubbornness and passion of youth—the spirit to get up again and again after being knocked down, to challenge the future relentlessly.

Feng Qingjue at the flames in Gu Tianye's eyes in despair and clearly sensed that this person was different.

That pure fighting spirit, forged from defeat, is far more troublesome and dangerous than before.

He will become stronger.

Feng Qingjue didn't say it aloud: she actually wanted to fight Qin Wangchuan again.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he suddenly chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Tianye frowned.

Feng Qingjue raised her hand to lightly cover her lips, but a faint smile appeared in her eyes, "It's nothing, I just suddenly understood."

"Now I understand why those Prodigy from the Heaven Above Heaven wanted to wage war against him." She gazed into the distance, her voice soft, "We are all the same."

They were all equally unwilling to accept defeat, and all equally wanted to catch up with that unattainable figure.

They all become restless after experiencing the true vastness of the world.

Gu Tianye was taken aback at first, then he laughed.

That smile carried a hint of relief and a touch of mutual appreciation.

"Yes, they're all the same."

"Let's fight him again next time."

"We fought fair and square, used every means at our disposal, and still lost... Well, next time, and the time after that."

Their words drifted away on the wind, and the two exchanged a smile.

They should have been steadily moving forward on their respective paths.

But just when she should have been enjoying a peaceful life, she met the most amazing person.

That sense of unwillingness to give up and the desire to catch up pounded fiercely in my chest.

Three days later.

After Feng Qingjue finished preparing, he led Luo Lingxi and the others to the Xuanhuang World.

Following the compass's guidance, they arrived at a desolate mountain range in the Northern Region.

This place is deserted, except for one spectacular waterfall.

Luo Lingxi stood at the front of the group. With her strength, she immediately discovered a hidden space beneath the waterfall with a sweep of her Divine Sense.

"It's this."

The group broke through the water curtain and stepped inside, where they were greeted by an ancient stone hall.

A dozen or so men and women dressed in various styles, some sitting and some standing, all cast scrutinizing glances at her as she entered.

"So you're the new recruits Zhang San was talking about? There are way too many of you, aren't there?" A young man in a blue robe who was leaning against a stone pillar straightened up and cast a wary glance at him.

The red-haired girl playing with a paper doll nearby chimed in, "Where did you come from?"

An elderly man with white hair said gently, "Young lady, don't be nervous. Everyone here is a time traveler. We don't have a leader; we each do our own thing, just sticking together for warmth."

Feng Qingjue didn't know what a time traveler was, and didn't reply, silently scanning the people in the hall.

The three youths on the left had distinct auras—one was surrounded by Sword Qi, clearly a Sword Cultivator; another Qi and Blood like a dragon, following the path of Body Cultivator; and the third had illusory talismans floating behind him, clearly Talisman Cultivator.

What alarmed her most was the swordsman sitting alone in the corner on the right, whose murderous aura was chilling and Saber Intent had reached a state of perfection.

Although these people had different auras, their cultivation levels were not high, and they were clearly divided among themselves, indicating that they were not united.

"It can work." She made the decision instantly.

Since Qin Wangchuan wants her to subdue these people, but hasn't specified a method, why waste her breath?

Just take direct action to suppress it!

Feng Qingjue began to circulate his Spiritual Power, clearly intending to make a move.

Luo Lingxi frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

The moment to prepare for the preemptive strike.

"Miss Feng, you're doing it wrong."

A deep voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure that had appeared in the shadows of the hall at some point.

The man in black robes slowly raised his head, the Qin character embroidered on his shoulder shimmering with a faint golden light in the dim light.

It was obvious that they were Qin Clan Shadow Guard, Qin Wangchuan's men.

Looking at this person, a knowing glint flashed in Luo Lingxi's eyes.

'As expected, with your intelligence, Young Master, you wouldn't allow such a rash act.'

Suddenly, a powerful figure appeared, and the atmosphere inside the hall froze.

Some people instinctively took a half step back, some gripped their weapons tightly, and many more tensed up, ready to scatter and flee at any moment.

Feng Qingjue's eyes flickered as she looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, a sharp glint in her eyes vanishing in an instant. "He doesn't believe me?"

The Shadow Guard shook his head slightly, his black robes remaining motionless in the night wind. "It seems Miss Feng didn't listen to me."

"It's not that His Highness doesn't believe you, but that your method is wrong, that's all."

Having said that, he turned to the group of Returnees were waiting in ambush, his voice calm yet clear, echoing throughout the valley:

"Let me introduce myself first. I am one of His Highness's Shadow Guard, and my name is Nineteen."

"My His Highness is Qin Wangchuan, the Divine Son of the Qin Clan, one of the Ten Great Imperial Clans, the Heaven Above Heaven Emperor."

A commotion arose in the crowd.

Some people looked bewildered, while others had shifty eyes.

"This is not a threat," Nineteen continued. "His Highness said that his resources in the Immortal Court are sufficient to protect you all and ensure your peaceful cultivation."

His gaze swept across the faces of each Returnees: "Each of you is very strong and a great asset, so I'd like to recruit you all."

"His Highness said that as long as you are willing to join, you will receive 10,000 Top-grade Spirit Stone per month, and ten days off per month. If you have other plans outside of work hours or during your rest time, you can receive additional Spirit Stone."

"Of course, Spirit Stone will be paid for by this Fairy Feng."

Feng Qingjue's eyes widened suddenly, and he was about to retort when he met Nineteen's meaningful gaze.

"You can do it, right, Fairy Feng?"

The Qin Clan certainly doesn't lack these Spirit Stones; this arrangement is merely a test.

If you can't even do this kind of thing well, then you're not qualified to participate in what follows.

Feng Qingjue bit her lip, knowing this was Qin Wangchuan's test, and ultimately just snorted coldly.

"I see."

Nineteen paused, then looked at everyone again, saying each word clearly, "It's not just about Spirit Stone. Anyone who joins can immediately mobilize the Qin Clan's Shadow Guard to settle life-and-death feuds and rescue their loved ones from danger. Nod now, and tonight you'll see your enemy's head."

"Finally, my His Highness promises that if one day he transcends this world, he will send you all home."

"If you don't want to, you are free to leave; we will not stop you."

The Secret Realm was utterly silent.

A middle-aged man asked in a trembling voice, "Can you really take us home?"

Time traveler, that's a great word.

Of course, that's assuming you have a cheat code.

Most people here don't have any special abilities, extraordinary talents, or deep foundations; they can only struggle to survive in this world.

He was just an ordinary person who had transmigrated to this world.

Nineteen nodded. "I don't know what 'home' means here, but that's exactly what His Highness said."

Another burly man carrying Giant Sword sneered, "Easy for you to say! My enemy is Fifteenth Realm Spirit Venerable. Do you really think you can take his head?"

Faced with such doubts, Nineteen raised his hand and gestured as if to press down.

"Bang--"

The burly man exploded into a bloody mist on the spot, startling everyone into retreating.

The next moment, Nineteen flicked his finger, and a drop of golden light disappeared into the blood mist.

The shredded flesh and bones miraculously reformed into a human form amidst the golden light.

The burly man staggered to the ground, his face filled with horror.

"Let alone Spirit Venerable, even those of you who have lingering attachments and yearn to reunite with your loved ones—even if separated by Yin Yang, as long as a Remnant Soul or half a skeleton remains, my Qin Clan can restore your physical body and Divine Soul, allowing you to continue your past lives."

As he spoke, Nineteen's gaze swept across the crowd. "Does anyone else have any questions?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a thin young man rushed out of the crowd and knelt down with a thud. "I'm in... I'm joining!"

Trembling, he took an Ice Coffin from his Storage Ring and gently stroked the woman's face inside through the ice. "As long as you can revive my lover, I'll be your slave for the rest of my life!"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a still lake, instantly creating ripples.

"These benefits are so generous, it's like they're trying to kick me in the back."

"The Cleaners' have been setting up roadblocks everywhere lately; having a backer is better than waiting to die..."

"I'm in!"

"Count me in too!"

Nineteen's lips curled slightly as he turned and bowed to Feng Qingjue: "Fairy Feng, my Young Master has paved the way for you. What to do next..." He paused meaningfully, "... is up to you."

Feng Qingjue nodded slightly and turned to Nineteen:

"Go back and tell him I'll do well. Better than anyone else."

After Nineteen left, Luo Lingxi smiled faintly at Feng Qingjue: "Ten thousand Top-grade Spirit Stone per person per month, Young Master has put a big problem out of the start."

"It's easier than going to heaven."

Feng Qingjue forward, looked at the crowd, and said loudly, "My name is Feng Qingjue, and from today onwards you are all under my command."

"Our next goal is to Attack Heaven."

"But it's not about actually Attack Heaven; rather, it's about using this goal to attract more people and grow stronger!"