CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 345: TEACHER BAO, YOU ARE TEACHER BAO

"Sect Leader?"

Lu Lin was stunned.

The leader of the Wild Blade Clan actually placed spies around his own disciples, this... why?

"Hmm, the Sect Leader Master, outwardly gentle and courteous, with the demeanor of a gentleman, but in reality, he is indeed a treacherous and cunning villain."

"Regarding the sect, he enforces strict management, no, it’s not strict, it’s harsh."

"No one in the sect dares to defy his orders."

"However, this is not something you need to concern yourselves with."

"Xiao Rong is still a child, and Lu Lin is about to leave. Focusing on this matter won’t benefit you."

"Teacher Lu, are you leaving?"

Sun Xiaorong indeed wasn’t interested in these things, but upon hearing that Lu Lin was leaving, he was taken aback.

"Yes, I plan to exit the Battlefield Secret Realm later today and might not return for a while after that."

"But Xiao Rong, even though the teacher is leaving, you still have to work hard in your cultivation."

"You are the first place on the Hero Ranking, and you must always be number one, leading your junior brothers and sisters in their cultivation and protecting your sister."

"If when I see you again and find out you haven’t been cultivating properly, don’t blame Teacher Lu for giving you a complete set of trial activities again."

"Uh, no way."

Sun Xiaorong shuddered and agreed quickly.

"But Teacher Lu, where are you planning to go, Wind Loft City at the foot of the mountain, or Hundred Delights City, surely you’re not thinking of leaving the Xi Chu Region."

"Teacher Lu, the outside world is very chaotic, your cultivation level isn’t even higher than mine, wouldn’t it be better to stay and continue teaching us, even if it’s just trials, it’s fine."

Lu Lin shook his head, wanting to pat Sun Xiaorong’s head, only to find that somehow, he had grown to Lu Lin’s shoulder height.

"The teacher has the teacher’s responsibilities, and you have yours."

"Take care in the future, understand?"

"Alright."

After managing to send Sun Xiaorong off, the Army Tents no longer had the atmosphere from just now.

Lu Lin and Sun Xiaorui strolled through the Main Camp, looking at the familiar Army Tents and patrolling disciples, Lu Lin was filled with mixed emotions.

"Alright, Sister Sun, let’s stop here."

"We will meet again someday."

"Okay."

Sun Xiaorui readily agreed, turning around and walking back.

Lu Lin was momentarily stunned by Sun Xiaorui’s decisiveness, then smiled bitterly.

"Senior Sister, wait a moment."

Sun Xiaorui stopped in her tracks.

"Senior Sister."

"Hmm."

"Looking forward to our next meeting."

"Hmm."

Lu Lin softly sighed and strode into the night, leaping into the air.

He had initially appeared at the Battleground Secret Realm from Fan Hong’s camp, and to leave, he naturally had to depart from where he had entered.

As his figure ascended, Sun Xiaorui, who had been turning her back to him, finally turned around.

On her face, two streaks of silent tears flowed down.

Is this what heartache feels like?

"Junior Brother..."

"Bon voyage."

Sun Xiaorui murmured quietly.

Until Lu Lin’s figure was no longer in sight, she remained standing there, motionless.

From then on, Heaven and Earth gained another woman devotedly waiting.

...

At the place where Lu Lin entered the Battleground Secret Realm, sat the same Information Registrar in the chair, surrounded by a few newly joined disciples registering their information.

Lu Lin stood aside waiting.

These were disciples with no obvious allegiance, randomly assigned here.

Back then, it was the same for Lu Lin.

No matter how prosperous the seven direct disciples were in the Wild Blade Clan, they couldn’t engulf every inner and outer disciple.

Lu Lin waited for a moment, and as that batch of disciples left, he stepped to the side of the Information Registrar.

"Hello, I want to..."

"Want to..."

Lu Lin suddenly froze, staring at the face of the Information Registrar, at a loss for words.

"What do you want to do, are you exiting the Battlefield Secret Realm?"

"Register your information, the Secret Realm will settle your Merit Points."

"Don’t worry, everything you do in the Battlefield Secret Realm will be recorded..."

The person continued talking, but Lu Lin couldn’t help himself.

"Teacher Bao."

"Teacher Bao? What Teacher Bao, young man, I advise you not to act recklessly, what exactly do you want, just say it clearly."

"Teacher Bao!"

"Hey, aren’t you done yet? I’m telling you, I’m not any Teacher Bao. If you want to learn from a teacher, please log on to www.____.com, there are plenty of teachers there to teach you all kinds of skills."

"Hmm? Wait, what does this website mean, why did I say something like that."

"Teacher Bao, you are Teacher Bao."

Lu Lin looked at the person’s face, his heart racing with excitement.

He couldn’t wait to share this news with Zhang Xianzhi.

Teacher Bao isn’t dead.

Or rather, although Teacher Bao fell in battle, his spirit somehow partially fused with this Information Registrar.

The person doesn’t remember their identity, but is very knowledgeable about certain terms used exclusively by the Human Federation.

It’s just that Teacher Bao’s fusion seems to be incomplete for now.

"Alright, alright, I’m Teacher Bao, is that enough for you."

The Information Registrar, with a face full of impatience, pulled out an A4 paper from somewhere, measured its size, wrote "Teacher Bao" in three characters on it, and casually folded the paper into a nameplate.

The characters "Teacher Bao" faced forward.

"Alright, young man, you’re really troublesome. From now on, just call me Teacher Bao."

"Are you planning to leave the Battlefield Secret Realm? If so, sign your name here, and I’ll send you off directly."

"Yes, I want to leave."

Lu Lin wrote his name on the registration form, gave Teacher Bao a deep look, and then his figure disappeared.

Forced into becoming Teacher Bao’s information registrar, for some reason, after sending off Lu Lin, a sense of loss welled up inside.

It felt as if someone very important in his life had left.

"Forget it, forget it. The young people these days are getting worse and worse. At our first meeting, they even want to give someone the name Teacher Bao."

"Truly, utterly boring."

The registrar said, reaching to take the card with the words "Teacher Bao," but found it as if it was glued to the table, and no matter how much force he used, he couldn’t take it.

After struggling for quite a while, the registrar noticed that some disciples from the Wild Blade Clan were coming to register after passing the exam, so he quickly tidied up the table and sat upright.

"Teacher Bao?"

Several young disciples looked at the registrar with curiosity.

"Didn’t expect the information registrar here even gave himself a name, Teacher Bao, quite an interesting name."

"Yeah, since he calls himself Teacher Bao, we shouldn’t kill his vibe."

The young disciples came over, laughing and talking.

"Teacher Bao, we are the disciples who just entered the Battlefield Secret Realm, could you please register us."

"Teacher Bao, I’m called..."

"Teacher Bao, which direct senior brother are we going to be assigned to?"

"Teacher Bao, how are the senior brothers doing in battle now?"

The information registrar looked at the disciples in front of him with a face of dismay and sighed inwardly.

Alright, from now on, he would rename himself Teacher Bao.

"Your current faction falls under Sun Xiaorui, the direct disciple. Let me tell you, don’t underestimate Sun Xiaorui just because she’s a woman; she’s not any weaker than the male disciples."

"Listen—"

Teacher Bao urged everyone to be quiet.

The disciples vaguely heard a voice.

"Sun Xiaorui, come out."

"I’m Xue Rongdao, here to challenge your skills once again today!"

...

"Disciple Lu Lin, for achieving over 150,000 merits in the Battlefield Secret Realm, please present your disciple token to receive your merit points."

"Merit points and Sect Disciple Contribution Points are exchanged at a one-to-one ratio."

"Disciple Lu Lin, for entering the Battlefield Secret Realm this time..."

Just as Lu Lin exited the Battlefield Secret Realm, he heard a voice by his ear.

However, he could only choose to ignore this voice.

The Wild Blade Clan disciple token, he simply didn’t have it.

150,000 merits sounded like a lot, but he couldn’t use them at all.

"Can the merits be transferred?"

Lu Lin suddenly had a bright idea and asked.

"Yes, please input the recipient’s name."

It turns out they actually could be.

Lu Lin was delighted and immediately intended to input Sun Xiaorui’s name.

Zhang Xianzhi was a soul body entry, naturally without any disciple token.

His points, rather than waste, should all be given to Sun Xiaorui.

However, after entering the two characters "Sun Xiao", Lu Lin changed "rui" to "rong".

Although given the 150,000 points were not a small amount, they probably wouldn’t make much difference for Sun Xiaorui.

But for Sun Xiaorong, it would be quite different.

Sun Xiaorong was about to become a disciple of the Wild Blade Clan, sending some merits in advance would give him a start-up fund after joining the sect.

Since he gave it to Sun Xiaorong, Lu Lin thought of his sprint class.

Giving to one person wasn’t as good as giving to everyone.

The sprint class had more than a hundred disciples, distributing it would give each person 1,500, which would be enough for them to obtain good elixirs and learn more Cultivation Methods after joining the sect.

And just like that, the decision was made with delight.

"Secret Realm, I want to transfer points to Sun Xiaorong, Gu Ming, Lu Dalong, Shui Mo, Gao Husheng...and other hundred disciples, each with 1,500 points."

The Secret Realm management system estimated this was the first time receiving such a request.

Yet it still followed Lu Lin’s instructions, transferring the merits to each designated disciple.

This matter would only be realized when this year’s sprint class disciples all turned twelve, stepping out of the Battlefield Secret Realm for merit settlement.

Lu Lin, the teacher, although no longer physically with them, still was minding them in his heart.

Upon leaving the Battlefield Secret Realm, Lu Lin searched around for a long time before he finally discovered something like a compass buried 100 meters underground, which he surmised must be the formation plate for entering the Battlefield Secret Realm.

Originally, he thought it was due to this unique environment that people could enter the Battlefield Secret Realm.

Since it was a compass, Lu Lin wanted to take it away.

This thing would only make one feel at ease when placed within the Human Federation.

However, when Lu Lin tried to collect the formation plate into his Storage Ring, he found that he couldn’t move it at all.

Attempting to pick up the formation plate with his hands, he discovered it seemed to be bound by some unknown rules.

Although Lu Lin could see it, he couldn’t touch it.

Forget it, forget it.

If the formation plate didn’t want to go, then it might as well stay. Coming from the Human Federation to Mo Bai Mountain was just a matter of passing through the territory of the Alien Race, entering the exotic beast’s territory.

Lu Lin decided to open up this route back, extending the activity range of Human Martial Artists.

At just the right time, given the increase in Human Title Kings’ numbers, building a dozen or more cities along such a stretch wouldn’t be a problem, right?

With this plan set, Lu Lin no longer agonized over the formation plate.

Earth Control.

Lu Lin emerged from underground, and as soon as he poked his head out, he heard a voice.

"Lu Lin, you finally came out."

"Who!"