Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 846 - 93: Returning to the Daily Campus Comedy

Waking up naturally in his familiar bed, Wang Yunxiao went to the cafeteria and wolfed down a bowl of thin porridge with buns and pickled vegetables, letting out a deep breath as his whole body finally relaxed.

The mission was finally over, and the feeling of returning to the Real World was simply amazing.

Even though his constitution allowed him to withstand the mental pressures of the Outer Dimension, being immersed in that environment for too long still brought an intangible sense of oppression.

It’s like playing a AAA game on a laptop—no matter how high the specs, no matter how smooth the frame rate—there’s just an inexplicable discomfort.

The food outside might be refined, but it can’t compare to the greasy little diner downstairs at home that really hits the spot.

Wang Yunxiao hadn’t expected to encounter the Thousand-Year Dynasty World’s Mountain God, Chu Jiang, on the Northern Continent. The other party had a strictly-business demeanor and didn’t seem in a good mood—pretty understandable, no one likes overtime, especially forced overtime.

Still, at the very least, Chu Jiang was on his side—he’d found an ally there.

Under Chu Jiang’s guidance, he successfully returned to West Spring Mountain with the Little Witch, while casually dragging that entire expedition team back with him. How those people would be managed was now the responsibility of the higher-ups at the Special Service Bureau.

All Wang Yunxiao wanted was to go home and get some sleep.

Last night, Youtiao had mentioned there was a big event happening. Apparently, a high-ranking bigwig personally stepped in and split two overlapping worldlines apart, a spectacle akin to the creation of heaven and earth...

This was one of the main reasons for using the Net Path to connect both sides. For one, the Spider God’s homeland offered inherent geographical advantages when constructing the Net Path, saving loads of time and manpower.

On the other hand, disconnecting the connection wouldn’t impose additional damage on the Real World.

As for whether the Northern Continent had any objections—well, if someone had an issue, let them grab the Dragon Staff first and then talk.

A bigwig personally stepping in was certainly intriguing to Wang Yunxiao. After all, wasn’t this the kind of scenario often seen in novels? The protagonist observes a clash between mighty powers, gains enlightenment, and advances instantly.

But the thought that he might often have to deal with such tasks in the future quickly drained away his excitement.

It’s like the rumor that orthopedic surgeons don’t eat braised pork bones or drink bone soup at home—who knows if that’s true?

Children from poor families need to snatch opportunities for Immortal Cultivation, while the second-generation immortals take baths in heavenly treasures from a young age.

There’s no need for sudden enlightenment on the spot. If you do this job day-in and day-out, there’s endless opportunities for training—so much work you’ll feel sick.

Upon waking, Wang Yunxiao discovered that his Garrison Soldiers’ Righteous Path experience bar was maxed out, and even his Scholarly Heresy cultivation progress had made a significant leap forward.

He understood quite well why Heretical Path cultivation progressed quickly.

The old saying goes, learning the good is hard, but slipping into the bad comes easy.

The Heretical Path of the Twelve Laws boils down to following your innermost desires and coming to terms with your true self.

Getting to know yourself is actually quite simple—let go of pride and pretense, give up moral constraints, and down a couple ounces of baijiu, and you’ll pretty much know what kind of person you are.

This business trip had him crossing paths with two veteran professors, spanning two worldlines and four dimensions. After all that, he felt his keyboard-warrior political commentary skills had skyrocketed, along with some improved special abilities.

If he settled down and focused on clerical tasks, he reckoned he’d achieve advancement within a few months.

What really surprised Wang Yunxiao, however, was the progress in his Garrison Soldiers’ Righteous Path cultivation.

After being stuck at the same point for two whole months, he’d finally reached the threshold for advancement.

To put it plainly, it’s a matter of organizational capability.

Before this, Wang Yunxiao had at best commanded his brothers to kill and burn—oops, sorry—carry out acts of justice! He had no prior experience organizing large-scale group activities to complete tasks.

He hadn’t handled 40-man raid instances, didn’t know what DKP even meant.

But thanks to this job’s experience, he’d filled in the gap of missing skills.

Though he wasn’t the primary leader, at least as part of the core decision-making team, he managed to successfully pull off a major feat against the Fusang People without causing any major disasters.

Now, all he needed was the right opportunity to complete his Righteous Path advancement and become a "Rampaging Colonel."

Completing the Righteous Path Advancement would mean his skills and status had reached mid-management levels within the Special Service Bureau.

A bright future awaited: promotions, pay raises—the horizon was promising.

Of course, after the good news, there was bad news.

Li Mumu, who had just finished her closed-door cultivation, didn’t seem to want to engage with him anymore.

When they met last night, she rolled her eyes at him, huffing coldly before turning to leave.

Wang Yunxiao felt pretty helpless about it. He truthfully had been too busy with work recently, with no time to pay attention to Eldest Miss Li’s situation. And at that time, she had been mentally fragile, in a state of disconnection.

When she most needed someone by her side, that man was immersed in work, indifferent to her.

Putting himself in her shoes, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but agree that he’d been really out of line.

He wasn’t sure how to make amends.

They say bags cure all—

But the bags Eldest Miss Li fancied were probably out of his budget.

No choice, he’d have to figure out something romantic instead.

Would giving her chocolates make her feel happier?

Wang Yunxiao quickly dismissed that idea. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt a bit risky.

Oh, right—she had mentioned wanting that watch. The watch Wang Yunxiao had "borrowed" earlier was still sitting in his dorm, never given to her.

After breakfast, he returned to the dorm and put the watch in his pocket.

At the doorway, he happened to see Li Mumu heading out, dressed in a pure white mink coat, with Jiang Yinyin towing a large suitcase behind her.

Unable to resist, Wang Yunxiao asked, "Where are you headed?"

"It’s winter break—I’m going home."

Li Mumu tucked her hands into her sleeves and shot Wang Yunxiao a sidelong glance. "Chief Wang is too busy with work, hasn’t been back at school for so long—forgot about winter break, didn’t you?"

Huh? Winter break?

So that’s why the campus was so empty—he thought it was just the weekend!

It dawned on Wang Yunxiao belatedly. Mainly, Qinghe Middle School’s academic calendar was different from what he remembered pre-travel.

Here, the domestic system followed the lunar calendar. Winter break started in November. Because the semester started late this year, the first term seemed unusually short.

No helping it—after all, there weren’t standardized teaching schedules these days. Sometimes, agricultural cycles had to be considered. Not every student came from a city; many still had farmland that needed tending during the harvest.

Moreover, there were still plenty of orphans like him and his brothers, who had nowhere to go during holidays and stayed behind at school. So, the campus wasn’t completely deserted.

"Didn’t you say you didn’t want to go back?"

"I’ve thought it over—it’s still comfier at home."