Unconventional?

The natives around Lin Bai were startled by this word.

Since they met him, wasn't everything Lin Bai did unconventional?

Just a moment ago, Daojing and the others had watched Lin Bai personally instruct the Heavenly Trespassers on how to frame Zhao Tulong and his group. The fabricated incidents, one after another, made them agitated just listening, deeply ashamed to be associated with Lin Bai.

But what about the ancestor of the Righteous Door?

Lin Bai wanted to kill, and they handed him the knife. It was as if they were afraid he wasn't being outrageous enough!

There are no good people in the Righteous Door!

Daojing and the others exchanged glances, arriving at this conclusion that utterly shocked them.

"Master, have you completed the seventh stage of Spoken Law Follows?" the Little White Fox exclaimed excitedly.

Everyone focused on different things. While Daojing and the others sensed the unfathomable nature of the Righteous Door, the Little Fox was more concerned with Lin Bai's cultivation progress.

"I was fortunate enough to complete it," Lin Bai said, nodding with a smile.

Dao Xu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Suppressing his discomfort, he asked, "In that case, can you put me back into the Card now?"

"Dao Xu, you've worked hard today, but I can't let you go back yet," Lin Bai smiled, beginning to practice a more empathetic way of speaking. "The upcoming battle cannot proceed without you. Your importance is irreplaceable. All the disciples of Return to Dragon View are counting on you to protect them!"

"You…" Although Lin Bai's words had become more pleasant, under the influence of the Arrow of Resistance, Dao Xu's loathing for him needed no reason. He glared at Lin Bai. "I will protect the disciples of Return to Dragon View, but don't expect me to lift a finger for you. Even if you can restrict my freedom, I am still your enemy. As long as I live, I will ensure you never know a day of peace."

Having delivered his threat, Dao Xu turned his back, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to look at Lin Bai.

Lin Bai just smiled and ignored Dao Xu. Just a Puppet, yet he acts so high and mighty.

"Sect Leader, what is the eighth stage of Spoken Law Follows?" Hearing that Lin Bai had advanced another stage, Dao Kong looked at him with a hint of despair, suddenly feeling that his own pursuit of Spoken Law Follows was meaningless.

Over the past few days, his practice of Spoken Law Follows had been interrupted many times, and he still hadn't even passed the first stage.

Lin Bai, on the other hand, passed stages as easily as eating and drinking. If this continued, he feared he would never catch up to Lin Bai in his lifetime. There was only one Heavenly Dao. What was the point of continuing to cultivate?

Wouldn't it be better to find a Dao partner and cultivate the Love Principle like his senior brother!

"Idiot! I told you he knows a trick he hasn't shared with you," Dao Xu interjected, seizing the opportunity to sow discord.

"The eighth stage cannot be spoken of," Lin Bai said, glaring at Dao Xu and shaking his head. "The next stage is quite difficult. If word spreads and people become prepared, it will hinder my cultivation.

Dao Kong, if you truly wish to compete with me for the Heavenly Dao, you should focus on the first stage, not on how many stages I've passed. The hints everyone receives are different. My experiences will be of no use to you.

The moment you started asking me about it, it showed you were already entertaining thoughts of retreat and fear.

The moment you stop believing you can succeed is the moment you drift further from the Heavenly Dao. Understand?"

It was an epiphany. Dao Kong instantly sobered up, breaking out in a cold sweat. He bowed respectfully to Lin Bai. "Thank you for the guidance, Sect Leader."

"Thank you for your guidance, Sect Leader!" The Taoists who aspired to cultivate Spoken Law Follows were once again fired up and thanked Lin Bai in unison.

"Fools." Dao Xu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the starry sky, his heart filled with a desolate sorrow. His disciples were truly beyond hope.

"Lin, the Storekeeper's, settings are becoming more and more outrageous! Progressive thinking is one thing, but he even brought out technological products!"

"What is the planner thinking? Does he want to completely ruin this game?"

"Let's complain to the officials on the forums! This is completely outrageous! It's one thing for players to develop technology, but you can't just give NPCs finished products, right?"

"The Righteous Door must be a hack the game officials gave Lin Bai!"

"Giving him whatever he lacks—is Lin Bai the game company owner's biological son?"

"This severely disrupts the balance! Did the game company create this game just so everyone could play along with Lin Bai?"

"This is too much! Protest! We must protest!"

"The Immortal World belongs to everyone, not just Lin Bai!"

When Lin Bai took out the voice recorder and camera, the viewers watching the live stream became livid.

It was like finding a hamburger in the middle of a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, or like a goddess everyone idolized suddenly stripping off her clothes to reveal a patch of chest hair as wide as a palm.

Everyone felt as nauseated as if they had swallowed a fly.

The Immortal World is truly excellent: the most realistic settings, a detailed social structure, highly intelligent NPC interactions, an unprecedented sensory experience.

No one wanted this groundbreaking game to devolve into a trashy online game.

After all, most people hadn't even entered the game yet. This had already crossed their bottom line.

"Lin, the Storekeeper, if I'm not mistaken, what you just took out was a press pass, right?" Crazy Man paid no attention to the interaction between Lin Bai and the native NPCs. The voice recorder completely shattered the realism of the Immortal World. This jarring element made him feel that all his effort in leveling up was meaningless.

In fact, all the players were discussing this matter in private chats.

"Correct." Lin Bai glanced at him, then at the group of players denouncing the game, and nodded with a smirk.

Crazy Man was silent for a moment, then turned to Dao Kong beside him and asked, "Elder Dao Kong, do you know what a journalist is?"

Dao Kong was taken aback and shook his head. "Never heard of it."

Crazy Man suppressed the agitation in his heart, then looked at Dao Xu and asked, "Old Sect Leader, with your vast knowledge, do you know what a journalist is?"

Dao Xu snorted. "The Righteous Door's affairs? I disdain to know."

After checking with everyone, none of the Taoists from Return to Dragon View knew what a press pass was.

The players now looked at Lin Bai with complicated expressions.

Crazy Man turned back to Lin Bai and asked, "Lin, the Storekeeper, you must know what a journalist is, right?"

"Naturally," Lin Bai replied.

"As expected…" Crazy Man gave a wry smile, intending to continue probing Lin Bai's identity, when he heard Lin Bai's next words: "It's a Magic Treasure."

Huh? A Magic Treasure?

Crazy Man was stunned.

"Carrying a press pass allows you to ignore any formation and freely enter or exit any sect's forbidden grounds." Lin Bai took out the press pass and waved it. "Fabrications can only make Justice Weekly flourish for a time. For it to have lasting success, accompanying facts are more persuasive. The press pass, voice recorder, and camera are a set of Magic Treasures, designed to be used together."

It had already been proven that the System was not backed by the game officials.

The System's series of missions was clearly intended to disrupt the game's operation, so Lin Bai naturally wouldn't casually reveal his own identity.

"Ignore formations?"

"Is 'journalist' a special hidden profession?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time Lin, the Storekeeper, has taken out a Magic Treasure from the Righteous Door, right?"

"Awesome!"

"Damn, I want to be a journalist!"

"Who cares if it's reasonable or not? I want to be a journalist! Why can't the Immortal World have voice recorders?"

"If it's called a Magic Treasure, then it's a Magic Treasure! What the hell does it have to do with technological products?"

Once they learned about the special properties of the press pass, the players quickly changed their tune. A special profession and special Magic Treasures were too alluring.

"Lin, the Storekeeper, can you freely enter and exit prisons with it?" a player asked.

"With a press pass, you can enter and exit any location," Lin Bai stated. "Prisons are naturally no exception."

WOW!

The players were in an uproar.

After hearing about the press card's functions, who would care about whether it was reasonable?

The Government Office prison has always been a major hurdle for players. The press pass allows them to enter and exit the prison at will—is there any Divine Artifact more powerful than this?

They had to get one, no matter what!

"Lin, the Storekeeper, I want to be a journalist," Silver, who was closest to Lin Bai, said eagerly. "I guarantee I will always find the latest news material for Justice Weekly!"

"Lin, the Storekeeper, I want to be a journalist too! I'm quick-witted!" I'm Not an Alt Account's eyes were red with excitement. "No news can escape my notice!"

"Lin, the Storekeeper, pick me!"

"Pick me!"

The players surged forward, their enthusiasm erupting in an instant.

The Little White Fox and the Taoists from Return to Dragon View watched the frenzied players, somewhat baffled. They were just fighting over a formation-breaking Magic Treasure; was it really worth it?

Even if they could enter and exit the forbidden grounds of sects at will, so what?

Which sect's forbidden grounds don't have powerful guards? With your skills, going in would just be suicide!

"Quiet!" Lin Bai shouted, his voice amplified by Inner Strength. "I have four press passes in my possession, prepared for Justice Weekly. I cannot give them to you arbitrarily now. After we defeat the Evil Five Sects, the most suitable individuals will be chosen from the Beggar Gang to receive them. Taking a press pass means dedicating your life to serving Justice Weekly. It's not just about being powerful; you also need brains and the ability to write articles."

PHEW!

Immortal Realm's First Paparazzi, who was watching the live broadcast, let out a long breath. He unconsciously clenched his fists and muttered, "A bunch of idiots! Do you even know what a journalist is? That's a Divine Artifact tailor-made for me!"