Lin Qianxuan once again failed to activate his innate divine power.

He transformed all phenomena into dragon scales for activation, thinking slowly and summarizing the details under the enlightenment aura.

Is it a lack of essence, qi, and spirit?

Although it indeed seems to lack a bit, this shouldn’t be the key factor.

Even if he had enough essence, qi, and spirit to maintain the flame’s burning, it would still not be a complete form of burning.

He had a feeling that if he was on the right path, theoretically, that flame could be maintained indefinitely, and the consumption wouldn’t be significant.

It might even provide energy back to itself.

In that case, the development level of his bloodline isn’t quite enough yet.

There is still quite a distance to naturally awaken his innate divine power.

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On October 31st, Lin Qianxuan returned to Earth.

Then he contacted the Otherworld Bureau, conveyed the requests from the Qingling World, and provided them with a batch of supplies from that world.

This was a tentative first transaction, not very large in scale, and the Otherworld Bureau quickly prepared the supplies.

As the key intermediary, Lin Qianxuan naturally received a commission.

He asked for some spirit crystals.

In the Core Formation Realm, his demand for spirit crystals had increased significantly.

His Golden Core could probably swallow millions worth of spirit crystal spiritual energy without any issues.

Besides, he needed them for farming.

The scale of his farming was growing, and the consumption of spirit crystals increased; having few wouldn’t suffice.

Recently, he was inclined to go to the front lines to earn some human Dao merit, then exchange it for supplies.

But human Dao stated that under normal circumstances, invasions wouldn’t be that exaggerated.

Usually, there’s a big invasion wave after some time.

If he went now, he might only get a couple of large fish and small fish.

It would be challenging to gather ten thousand in human Dao merit.

Such a small amount of human Dao merit wouldn’t even suffice for one second of deduction calculation assistance.

Lin Qianxuan had to give up.

On November 3rd, Lin Qianxuan shot a new video and sent out some spirit fruits.

This video wasn’t something Lin Qianxuan planned to make; it was a collaboration with the Longjiang City Otherworld Bureau.

It was to promote the newly released “Abnormal Management Bill.”

This bill was the guideline for the Otherworld Bureau to restrain transcendent individuals.

The bill actually had existed for quite a while, but it hadn’t been widely promoted earlier.

Besides Lin Qianxuan, other transcendent individuals also participated in the shoot.

Most of them were off-staff personnel.

On November 4th, Lin Qianxuan traveled to the Qingling World again.

His connection with the two worlds was growing, and the intervals between crossings seemed to be shortening.

Perhaps after another few crossings, he could reduce the interval to once every two days.

By the time Lin Qianxuan returned to Earth, it was already the evening of November 7th.

Just as he was preparing to go out for a meal, he suddenly heard some noises coming from next door, room 306.

He couldn’t help but stop his actions.

…

“Just my luck.”

Ye Mao covered the bleeding wound on his shoulder with his hand, his expression extremely grim.

This time, he had planned to bring some things to develop his tribe well in the otherworld. Who would have known that while the initial construction went well, they encountered a wild beast attack on their way back, claiming over a dozen lives and destroying months of hard work on ground constructions completely.

He also got cut by flying debris.

He was truly angry!

He just wanted to fire a couple of large missiles to smash that thing to pieces!!

In the room, he found a pre-prepared medical kit, took out some disinfectant tools, gauze, and medicinal powder, and quickly treated the wound simply.

He now had a physique much stronger than that of ordinary people. The wound looked somewhat severe, but he felt it would heal in at most two days.

He took out his phone from the cabinet, and after turning it on, found he still had 60% battery left, allowing him to roughly estimate how long he had been away this time.

After connecting to the internet, Ye Mao checked the time and immediately searched for news headlines to browse.

To his shock, he was dumbfounded at what he saw.

“What the hell? ‘Transmigrator’s Manual’? Anomaly Event Maintenance and Processing Bureau? Hey, hey, hey, that guy can fly? No way, a fingertip laser gun?”

Ye Mao felt that he had crossed into a parallel world.

What happened to “I have an Otherworld”?

He had been planning to act after growing powerful enough in this ordinary world, behaving eccentrically!

Now, his daydream was instantly shattered.

He was not only not the sole transcendent; he wasn’t even the only transmigrator.

While the number of those who could transmigrate was not innumerable, it was not small either.

They even summarized a wealth of experience.

As he quickly scrolled through his phone, the more he read, the more ridiculous it seemed.

It felt like he had been a bit of a fool all along.

Had he contacted the authorities earlier, he could have received that much help?

Then why did he work so hard, cautiously buying items fearful of being discovered and diligently learning various basic farming skills?

If he had the help of the authorities, he would probably have already established himself in the otherworld.

How could a mere wild beast easily destroy his base?

Knock knock knock~!

Ye Mao was just thinking when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Having lived in the Otherworld for several months, he instinctively became alert, quietly moved to the door, and held his breath as he looked through the peephole.

A young man with a sunny and cheerful appearance appeared in his sight.

“Brother Ye, it’s me,” Lin Qianxuan said. “I heard some noise from your room, so I came to check if you need any help?”

“I’m fine, I just fell earlier,” Ye Mao calmed himself and said.

Lin Qianxuan could tell at a glance that Ye Mao was still very alert. He looked around and, with a thought, quickly unlocked the door with a stream of water.

Click~!

Creak~!

The door, which hadn’t been opened for a long time, made a somewhat strange sound.

Lin Qianxuan thus appeared in front of Ye Mao.

Compared to Ye Mao’s bronze skin and robust muscles, Lin Qianxuan seemed much more reserved.

“How did the door open by itself?”

Ye Mao was startled.

“Brother Ye, did you get hurt?” Lin Qianxuan asked, examining Ye Mao’s wound.

“I just fell at the edge of the table and got scratched by an exposed nail,” Ye Mao said. “It’s nothing serious, you can go back.”

“I have some potion here that’s very effective for treating external injuries. You can drink it or apply it,” Lin Qianxuan handed Ye Mao a glass bottle filled with Healing Spiritual Liquid, then said, “Also, Brother Ye, if you need any help, you can come to me.”

Lin Qianxuan emphasized this last sentence.

Ye Mao didn’t understand the underlying meaning of Lin Qianxuan’s words. Worrying about his secret being exposed, he took the glass bottle and waved his hand saying, “Don’t worry, it’s just a small wound, it’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

Lin Qianxuan nodded, saying, “Then I’ll be going.”

“Go on, go on, I’ll call you if I need anything,” Ye Mao said.

After Lin Qianxuan left, Ye Mao hurriedly locked the door again.

He was somewhat perplexed, how did the door open just like that?

Could it have rusted from not being used for too long?

The sudden online shock was too overwhelming for him to think about Lin Qianxuan’s peculiarity at that moment.

He pulled up a chair to sit down, and casually placed the glass bottle Lin Qianxuan gave him on the table, pondering what to do next.

Based on the information he had seen, if he returned from crossing over, he could contact the authorities for help immediately.

The authorities could provide some basic training and weaponry.

This was definitely a great help for improving his survival ability.

You have to know, in Xuan Country, he couldn’t even get a knife to cut properly at the start of his Otherworld experience, so who knows how difficult it was.

If he could get official help, they might even provide ordinary firearms.

In the future, if they could cooperate, he could even get more advanced weapons and learn some internal extraordinary knowledge from the officials.

Those abilities like shooting lasers from fingers and flying in the sky could all be learned.

“This is really absurd!” Ye Mao remarked.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound, feeling his entire body relaxing.

Feeling a bit thirsty, he casually opened the potion Lin Qianxuan had given him and drank it.

After taking a sip, he was stunned.

Where was his alertness?

Drinking something given by someone else without knowing anything, was this reckless?

Little did he know he was influenced by Lin Qianxuan’s flute sound.

Seeing that Ye Mao was not drinking the Spiritual Liquid he gave for a long time, Lin Qianxuan simply lent a hand.

After drinking the Spiritual Liquid, Ye Mao suddenly felt the wound on his shoulder start to itch, a kind of itch beyond imagination.

He frowned slightly and hurriedly pulled off the bandage to see what happened to the wound.

When he tore off the bandage, the scab on the wound had quickly fallen off, and before long, not even a scar was left.

He turned to look at the potion in the glass bottle, recalling what Lin Qianxuan had said earlier, and his mood instantly became quite complicated.

“Is it just me being kept in the dark?”

Ye Mao felt like this world was playing a big joke on him.

But, looking at it now, this joke seemed to be more beneficial than harmful.

Although he had lost the unique identity of a transmigrator, he no longer had to worry about others thinking too much.

Moreover, he could still get assistance from the officials later on, which was really not bad.

The power of a nation surely outweighs fighting alone no matter how you think about it.

If it weren’t for the fear of some corruption inside, he would have long wanted to cooperate with the officials.

Heaven knows what kind of hardships he had to go through in the Otherworld just to survive.

In the beginning, he truly lived a fate worse than death!

Quickly sealing the potion bottle, Ye Mao decided to pay a visit to Lin Qianxuan to see what he’s really about.

…

Lin Qianxuan waited for less than twenty minutes before the newly bathed and changed Ye Mao came knocking.

“Brother Ye, please come in,” Lin Qianxuan invited Ye Mao into the room and asked, “Would you like something to drink? How about some juice? I’ve recently pressed some fresh Spirit Fruits!”

As he spoke, he poured a cup of juice for both Ye Mao and himself.

Ye Mao held the juice, said thank you, and after a small sip, felt warmth throughout his body. He dared not drink more and asked, “Xiao Lin, are you aware of that ‘Transmigrator’s Manual’ online?”

“Brother Ye, you want to say you’re a transmigrator, right?” Lin Qianxuan bluntly said, “I see you seem to be acting alone. Honestly, that’s not safe. The Otherworld has too many dangers; you’d better cooperate with the Otherworld Bureau. It’s definitely a mutually beneficial matter.”

Ye Mao’s probing words stuck in his throat, and he looked at Lin Qianxuan and said, “Could it be, Xiao Lin, that you also?”

“I am,” Lin Qianxuan directly nodded.

“Then you?” Ye Mao asked again.

Lin Qianxuan took out his Otherworld Bureau ID and handed it to Ye Mao, saying, “I’ve long been with the officials.”

Holding the ID, Ye Mao read with a complex expression, “Special Consultant of the Anomaly Event Maintenance and Processing Bureau?”

At this moment, he truly felt like a clown.

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