Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 815 - 61 The offspring of a Saint should face death to truly live

Wang Yunxiao felt as if he had suddenly turned into a hot commodity, and everyone wanted a piece of him.

The reason was simple: the nation was currently going through a period of rapid development and construction, and every department urgently needed human resources.

In the past, if the Navy wanted to recruit people, it didn’t have to be so subtle. It was, after all, one of the hottest departments under the President, with money, manpower, and resources in abundance, lacking for nothing.

But things were different now.

In the past, everyone tightened their belts to build up the Navy.

Now, although the Navy was still important, it had to tighten its own belt to support domestic construction and production efforts.

As the saying goes, you never know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage a household.

Now even the Navy had learned to scrape up leftovers, going so far as to aggressively court rookies like Wang Yunxiao, fresh out of the gate.

For Wang Yunxiao personally, this was undoubtedly a good thing, but he wasn’t planning to switch jobs anytime soon.

Job-hopping wasn’t as simple as just following whoever offered the highest salary.

Firstly, a high salary implies high expectations; they’re not doing charity work but expecting you to meet the standards of that pay.

Secondly, as a worker, can you truly distinguish between what is your own ability and what is the advantage of the organization or team backing you?

After all, even the countless video games developed by so-called "ex-BX employees" in the future didn’t necessarily turn out to be more fun than the original BX games.

Wang Yunxiao felt things were fine as they were; there was no need to move.

Li Mumu hadn’t even been fully "conquered" yet, and her family’s future millions in inheritance hadn’t been secured.

First, deal with the robot... Bah! First, deal with Li Mumu.

The robot business could wait until later.

...It was said to be original goods from the United Kingdom, human-sized mechanical puppets, including beast-ear models.

They had independent personalities and adjustable voices.

Many senior naval officers in the Royal Navy had studied at the Royal Naval College in the United Kingdom, bringing back all sorts of strange gadgets.

These people, truth be told, didn’t know what they were doing.

But, regardless of their actions, getting a windfall of money was always a good thing.

Among his brothers, Youtiao’s family had been the wealthiest. According to his own words, back in the day, on Nanshi Main Street, they could eat at any of the four signboard restaurants at will.

He was raised with refined tastes, enjoying things like opera, ballet, and drama.

From their living standard at the time, it was clear how well-off his family had been.

However, after his parents’ tragic demise, the vast family fortune vanished like smoke.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t know the exact details of how it happened, and Youtiao kept it a closely guarded secret.

Every family has its own difficult tale.

When they were younger, even if they knew something, they were powerless to change it.

But now things were different.

If given the chance, he felt he should chat with Youtiao about it.

For now, though, work took priority.

After resettling this group of displaced people who were unwilling to return, the next task was to escort the rest back to their hometowns.

At seven in the morning, Wang Yunxiao returned to Qinghe Middle School.

There, an old gentleman was waiting to be sent off.

When Wang Yunxiao found him in the library, the first thing his eyes fell on were four massive book crates.

Only then did he notice the elderly teacher, whose thin frame seemed especially diminutive next to the crates.

"Time to leave?"

Li Mingshen glanced up at Wang Yunxiao, already understanding.

From his raspy voice, it was clear he’d been up all night again.

"Heh, your efficiency is really something. Old me thought it would take at least a month... Well, no matter. Even when Tang Sanzang returned with the scriptures, they still had to be washed first. Knowledge is never easily obtained."

The old teacher stood, patting the book crates beside him. "Lord Wang, I’ll be counting on you for these four crates."

"I can carry the books for you, but let me make myself clear upfront: if anything happens on the road, I won’t gamble my brothers’ lives for these books. If needed, they’ll be the first things I drop."

"Then you might as well leave me behind too."

"I’m not joking."

"Neither am I," Li Mingshen said solemnly. "Inside those four crates, I’ve left a letter in each, with addresses written on the envelopes. As long as these books make it to their destination, Lord Wang, you could use me as a human shield or a pit filler, and I wouldn’t utter a word of complaint!"

"Well, there’s no need for that, but I’ve made my stance clear. As long as you’re mentally prepared, we’re fine."

Who knew what laws of the Heavenly Dao applied to crossing worlds... whether there would be restrictions or rules.

Wang Yunxiao never made guarantees about things he didn’t understand.

When Li Mingshen left the school, Principal Zhou broke precedent, stepping out of his office to personally see him off at the gates.

Against the backdrop of blue skies and white clouds, the students on campus chased and played, the air filled with joy.

Li Mingshen drank in the sight of the campus—the trees, the buildings—with a deep longing, as if committing every detail to memory. After a long silence, he straightened his clothing and solemnly bowed to Principal Zhou.

"Teacher, please don’t see me off."

"I wish you a safe journey, Teacher."

Principal Zhou returned the bow, and the two exchanged smiles.

Li Mingshen sighed. "I’ve troubled you these past few days and gained much wisdom from your guidance. While I haven’t glimpsed the entirety of the new world, it’s enough to rejuvenate my spirit. What a pity I have nothing to repay you with. Truly, it shames me."

Principal Zhou shook his head. "There’s no need for such words. Allow me to offer you one last piece of advice: every individual, and every nation, has their own destiny. Do not stubbornly cling to old ways or carve marks on the side of a moving boat."

Li Mingshen burst into laughter. "If I can make it home alive, that’s victory enough. I’ll leave the rest to the younger generation to worry about!"

He hoisted his pack and set off.

Inside the pack were not books but his handwritten notes and clippings from newspapers collected over the past few days. A quick glance told Wang Yunxiao it weighed about ten pounds.

Two sesame cakes, a jug of water, and nothing else. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Although his frame was thin, frail, and seemingly fragile, Wang Yunxiao could sense an unprecedented strength radiating from the old man’s shoulders.

"As scholars, we must cultivate ourselves, manage our households, govern the nation, and bring peace to the world!"

The old teacher hadn’t cultivated any Dharma Gates, nor did he have the interest or energy to pursue such things.

But Wang Yunxiao instinctively felt that this man was just one step away from the threshold of the scholar’s Righteous Path.

If he hadn’t stepped through, it was only because he had more important matters to attend to.

He was headed home.

Winter winds bit with chill, cutting deep.

The transmigrators had gathered at the transit station; the first groups had already set off on their journeys home.

As soon as Wang Yunxiao got off the vehicle, he saw Han Bin waving at him.

"Old Wang! Where’ve you been? Everyone’s been waiting for you!"

"Picking someone up."

"A special case, huh? Don’t tell me it’s that..."

Han Bin’s teasing grin quickly vanished when he saw Li Mingshen slowly alight from the vehicle.

"This old gentleman..."

With a martial artist’s keen instincts, he needed only one glance to sense the extraordinary presence of the elderly scholar.