Old Dan chattered away with Helian Chi for quite a while. Judging from the image projected by the communication stone, Helian Chi looked extremely serious.
"Naturally, we must seal it off. The Ningshen Flowers are gone now, and there are no treasures left in the Sunset Forest. But there’s one thing I must tell you—we’ll seal the forest, but not everyone will heed the warning. If some still insist on entering, don’t bother with them. Don’t be too stubborn about it."
Helian Chi knew Old Dan’s temperament all too well.
If anyone really tried to enter, the old man would undoubtedly lose his temper.
"Alright, alright," Old Dan hastily agreed.
"You lead the disciples out first. I’ll take a few elders to investigate the situation. Once you’re out, have the disciples notify the people around the Sunset Forest. There’s no need to hide our sect’s identity anymore," Helian Chi said, his expression shifting slightly.
When it came to matters of cultivation, there was no room for carelessness.
Meanwhile, Little Wei clenched her fists.
She had to protect the Qingdao Sect. This time, they had only rooted out a traitor, but that didn’t mean the demonic forces were to be underestimated.
On top of that, her staff had absorbed its fill of energy. This time, she’d really have to rely on herself.
No amount of cheats or posturing would be enough.
"Got it," Old Dan agreed without hesitation.
For him, this kind of task was easy enough.
He deactivated the communication stone and turned to Little Wei.
"Let’s go, Girl Gu. Hurry and get the disciples out."
But then Old Dan noticed the Phantom Light Tiger in Little Wei’s arms and frowned.
"Did that girl just give this to you?" he asked, disbelief in his voice.
This little creature was a Phantom Light Tiger, after all.
Wait a minute—
"This thing counters demons!" The Dan Peak Master’s face lit up with joy.
"Really?" Little Wei was surprised.
She hadn’t expected her luck to be this good.
But then again, the tiger’s name included the word "light," so it made sense that it could suppress demonic forces.
This was definitely a stroke of fortune.
After all, her spiritual roots had nothing to do with light, and she’d already stashed her staff away.
Judging by its condition, the staff would need some time to digest the energy.
The demonic forces had only just emerged, so they wouldn’t make any major moves yet. This was the perfect window for her staff to recover.
Then it could feast to its heart’s content.
"Of course it’s true. This breed has been around since ancient times, though back then it wasn’t called the Phantom Light Tiger—it was the Nine-Shadow Heavenly Tiger. Legend says it was the mount of the Divine Lord of the Canglan Divine Realm before it was lost in the Canglan Realm."
As he spoke, Old Dan couldn’t help but sigh. "Looking at this one, it’s probably the last Phantom Light Tiger left in this realm."
"I see," Little Wei said, suddenly enlightened.
If this tiger was as legendary as the stories claimed, then she’d hit the jackpot this time.
If she ever stumbled into a supernatural world, she could just toss it out and let it chomp down on enemies one by one.
They’d be terrified out of their wits.
As they talked, the two reached the group of disciples.
"Elder, Master," the disciples called out, rising to their feet with anxious looks. "What’s the situation?"
Old Dan’s expression turned stern. "The immediate threat is dealt with, but this isn’t over. The demonic creatures have emerged, and chaos will follow. We’ll retreat for now and wait for the Sect Leader and the others to investigate the disturbances in the Sunset Forest."
"Oh, and there’s one more important task for you."
He relayed Helian Chi’s instructions to the disciples.
Without a second thought, they agreed.
Little Wei found this rather heartwarming. The Canglan Realm seemed different from other worlds—its people genuinely loved this place.
Before, she hadn’t understood why her past self had sacrificed everything, but now it made sense.
Because the Canglan Realm was worth it.
"Si, if we complete our mission, can we stay in this world?" Little Wei suddenly had an idea.
"No," Si replied after a brief pause.
"If you want to live outside the Void Space, you’d have to ascend to godhood first. But once you become a god, you can’t stay in the Canglan Realm. The presence of a deity could destabilize an ordinary plane of existence."
Si sounded resigned.
"Oh, I see. So becoming a god isn’t all that great," Little Wei mused, rubbing her chin.
But she didn’t have a clear grasp of her own strength these days—she rarely fought anymore.
Mostly, she just sicced her "dog" on people.
"Who said that? Gods have their own domains. It’s not as boring as you think," Si retorted, exasperated.
Little Wei trailed behind the group as she asked, "Really? But in novels, gods just sit around in the divine realm, cultivating endlessly."
"That’s not how it works now. You can even get a job. Of course, if you prefer cultivating in the divine realm, many planes have their own divine worlds. The Canglan Realm has the Canglan Divine Realm too."
Little Wei’s lips twitched.
"Never mind. That place has… acquaintances," she muttered, not wanting to run into that idiot Chi Mu again.
"Fine. If you ever want to work somewhere, the company can provide a referral letter. They’re happy to assist hosts who’ve ascended to godhood with their future arrangements."
Si’s tone was matter-of-fact.
Little Wei more or less understood now.
All she had to do was keep working hard, and someone would take care of her… afterlife.
Wait, no—her future.
"Can I just wait to die instead?" Little Wei really didn’t want to go back to manual labor.
She had no qualifications, no education. Even if she got a job, she’d just be a glorified bodyguard for useless people.
Might as well slack off. It wasn’t like she was the only one choosing to lie flat.
"No. And who told you the divine realm cares about education?" Si was practically facepalming.
"There are plenty of companies that maintain the safety of different planes. Some planes lack protagonists, so systems step in to stir things up—give the chosen ones a cheat or two. That way, the world can stabilize with its heroes in place."
"The company has many departments. Management positions are stable, but the medical branch is understaffed. There’s also secretarial work. Of course, the system division pays the most, but it’s monotonous. Aside from meetings, you’d mostly be stuck with your host long-term."
"Though it’s not entirely boring. You’d get to meet all sorts of people and experience many things. If you like being a system, they’d definitely hire you."
Little Wei frowned.
"Why?" She didn’t get it.
"Because I’m shameless and don’t bathe?"
Si: "..."
"Once you ascend, your past memories will return. You know the higher-ups at the company," Si said, torn between amusement and frustration.
Shamelessness was one thing, but not bathing? Really?
"Oh? So I’m that awesome?" Little Wei almost wanted to pat herself on the back.
If that was the case, maybe she wouldn’t have to do manual labor after all.
Working at an electronics factory didn’t sound too bad either.
"Could you act normal for once? Yes, the company has factories, but those are for high-skilled technicians—elite engineers who manufacture systems. You can’t just waltz in without any skills. No god gets in without real talent."
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