Chapter 63 End. I know you've been waiting, so...

The eternally bright and orderly space of the Book Bureau is now witnessing a chaos that will be recorded in the bureau's history.

The chaotic scene was specifically manifested as follows:

Rong Yan was using her translucent ghostly energy to create a long ribbon, one end of which was tied to the director's precious cane, and the other end was wrapped around three rows of floating bookshelves. She was trying to swing the cane like a yo-yo.

She shook the book while gritting her teeth: "Old man! Let us go back! Otherwise, I'll string all the books from your lousy bookstore together and make them into a candied hawthorn!"

Chong Cang stood expressionlessly next to a cluster of light that was processing core data.

He held a small pinch of strangely colored, pungent powder between his fingertips, pointing it at the intricate energy conduit beneath the ball of light, as if to say, "If you say no again, I'll spill it."

Chi Yang then made full use of the communication skills she had honed in the modern world, pulling along a staff member who looked like a middle manager and had a completely broken-down expression.

She spoke so fast, from "humanitarian spirit" to "the importance of employee psychological counseling," and then to "the risks that may result from not addressing the reasonable demands of employees," that the other person couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Meanwhile, Shen Hanzhou, that wretched little coward who should have self-destructed and perished in the Abyss of Desolation, leaving only a cold shell, was now lively and hopping on the director's back.

With one hand tightly gripping the old man's neck, and the other precisely grabbing the few remaining whiskers on his chin, he howled as he yanked, "I don't care! I've already died once, what am I afraid of, you old codger? Take me back, I want to see Liuying! Didn't you see how pitifully she was crying there all by herself? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

Su Wan was even more straightforward, swinging the hammer and smashing it to pieces, already destroying a row of bookshelves.

Now she carried the hammer and went to another row of bookshelves.

The bureau chief's head was pulled back by Shen Hanzhou, his hands futilely protecting his last remaining beard. His old face was scrunched up, and his voice was urgent and helpless: "Let go, let go now!"

"The spacetime rift is one-way, and the energy is depleted! You can't go back."

"Shi Liuying is fine over there! She won! She's safe! There's no danger!"

"You can go back to your own world in peace now!"

"Let go of my beard!"

"Reassured my ass!"

Rong Yan flicked her wrist, and the ghostly aura belt tightened abruptly, her cane sweeping over the heads of several staff members who tried to approach.

“We were watching! She’s safe now, but didn’t you see her squatting there crying? Didn’t you see her frantically searching for us? You call this nothing?! You call this a safe place to go back to?!”

Chong Cang moved the powder between his fingers another half an inch, his voice icy: "She didn't choose to ascend immediately. She's looking for us. She's unhappy."

Shen Hanzhou even started wailing: "I don't care, if you don't send us back, I'll pluck out every single hair of your beard and plant them in front of your bookstore! I'll cry in front of them every day!"

Throughout the entire bookstore, the suspended books were crooked and tilted, the light orbs were stuck, staff members were scrambling around with their heads in their hands, and the senior administrators who were trying to maintain order were getting a buzzing in their heads from the noise...

The scene was so out of control that it resembled a showroom that had been demolished by a hundred huskies.

The source of all this chaos—the huge screen displaying real-time footage of the cultivation world—was frozen on the image of Shi Liuying squatting silently beside the lantern flowers in the courtyard, weeping.

It was after witnessing this scene that the group completely erupted, shifting from a "temporary agreement to observation" to a "we will not rest until we return" riot mode.

At the height of this chaos, just as the bureau chief was about to be strangled to the point of rolling his eyes by Shen Hanzhou, Rong Yan was preparing to actually string the bookshelves together, Chong Cang's poison was about to fall, and Chi Yang's "humanistic care" speech was reaching its climax—

At the entrance to the space, a flash of light appeared.

A figure in a light blue robe, exuding the chilling aura of a top expert in the cultivation world and a resolute, do-or-die spirit, appeared at the center of this chaos.

It was Shi Liuying.

She had imagined many scenarios of facing the book bureau again.

Angry questioning, cold negotiations, and even the willingness to resort to violence again.

But to her utter surprise, what she saw was a scene of... bustling activity, chaotic chaos, and utter devastation.

Sadness and resolve were still frozen on her face, but a sense of bewilderment had already crept up to the corners of her eyes.

She looked at the living Shen Hanzhou hanging on the director's back, pulling his beard; Rong Yan swinging her cane with ghostly energy; Chong Cang holding poison powder and threatening the core light orb; and Chi Yang talking incessantly with the staff.

Each one is vibrant and lively, brimming with the familiar, boisterous, troublesome yet reassuring vitality of her life.

She opened her mouth, but her throat felt blocked, and she couldn't make a sound.

Only her eye sockets, uncontrollably reddening rapidly, filled with warm moisture.

The group that was making a huge fuss also noticed the unusual activity at the entrance and that familiar aura immediately.

All the movements, all the noise, were frozen in time.

The ghostly ribbon in Rong Yan's hand came loose, and her cane fell to the ground with a "thud".

The poison powder at Chong Cang's fingertips silently gathered.

Chi Yang stopped his speech.

Shen Hanzhou forgot to let go of his beard, turned his head, and stared blankly at Shi Liuying.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The next second—

"Junior Sister!!"

"Senior Sister!"

"Fireflies!!"

"Boss!!"

The group instantly abandoned their respective targets and pounced on Shi Liuying.

Shi Liuying was embraced tightly.

The familiar atmosphere, the familiar noise, the familiar feeling of being needed and surrounded.

Shi Liuying's eyes are about to pee again.

It is something lost and then regained, something that has survived a catastrophe.

She hugged them tightly, her voice choked with emotion, yet filled with an irrepressible smile: "You...are all here...that's wonderful..."

The director of the Transmigration Bureau finally caught his breath, clutching his neck and chin, which had been pulled so hard, as he looked at the group of people crying and laughing together. He felt both headache and helplessness.

A faint, complex emotion flickered deep in the depths of his eyes.

After calming down a bit, Shi Liuying wiped her face, looked at the bureau chief who had been left standing to the side, his image completely ruined, and her eyes became firm again: "I want to be with them."

The director sighed, trying to regain his last shred of authority: "Shi Liuying, you are a native being of the cultivation world, possessing great fortune and power recognized by the Heavenly Dao after the restoration of cultivation. You cannot freely travel between the two worlds; this will interfere with..."

“I won’t travel through time,” Shi Liuying interrupted him, her tone calm but unwavering. “I’ll go with them to their world. I won’t come back.”

"Nonsense!" the bureau chief raised his voice. "You're from the cultivation world! You were born here, you grew up here, your roots are here!"

"Not to mention that you already possess the ability to transcend tribulations; given time, you will surely become a true immortal!"

"Go to a completely unfamiliar, spiritually barren mortal world?"

"Give up your hundreds of years of cultivation and the path to immortality? Do you know what that means?!"

“It means I can be with them,” Shi Liuying answered without the slightest hesitation.

Chi Yang astutely grasped a key point in the director's words: "You just said 'you can't travel freely between two worlds,' and also said 'there's no precedent'... Does that mean you actually have the ability to do it, but the rules don't allow it, or... it's too troublesome, right?"

The bureau chief was speechless for a moment. Looking at the group of people in front of him, each one more difficult than the last, yet now united as one, he knew that he would not be able to get through this day without making things clear.

He rubbed his temples and said wearily, "Yes, I have the ability, but the price is high, and it requires a catalyst."

"More importantly, the Heavenly Dao of the cultivation world has just recovered, like a person who is seriously ill. It needs a guardian to temporarily maintain and guide its recovery in order to prevent any further changes."

“Shi Liuying, you are the most suitable candidate. You bear the great fortune of this world, and you personally cleared away the lesions, so you have the deepest connection with the Heavenly Dao.”

Should Master Liuying be appointed to oversee the Heavenly Dao? Or should I continue working for this lousy bookstore?

Shen Hanzhou was the first to jump up: "Dream on! Our boss just finished defeating the final BOSS and saving the world. She hasn't even caught her breath yet, and you're already trying to assign her more work? No way!"

Chong Cang suddenly spoke, his voice still cold: "If we're talking about maintaining the Heavenly Dao and restoring order, I've thought of a more suitable candidate."

The bureau chief looked at him: "Who?"

“Xuanjizi,” Chong Cang uttered three words.

Rong Yan's eyes lit up, and she immediately chimed in, "That's right! That's the real genius sword cultivator! He was tricked by your broken system in the Transmigration Bureau for thousands of years, losing all his cultivation and suffering damage to his Dao heart, yet he still guards the old pavilion of the Sword Sect and cherishes the Great Dao."

“You owe her! This is both compensation and the path she was meant to take.”

The bureau chief remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the few pairs of eyes staring intently at him, and it was as if through them he saw that lonely figure sweeping the old pavilion.

After a long while, he let out a long, genuine sigh. In that sigh, there was guilt, relief, and a sense of helplessness at the dust settling.

"...Never mind."

He finally relented, his gaze returning to Shi Liuying, becoming unusually serious: "Shi Liuying, think it through. Once you choose to go to their world, the cultivation you possess, which combines Jun Lintian's and your own cultivation over several hundred years, will gradually dissipate due to the different rules of the world. In the end, you may only retain the most basic physical strength and a little understanding of the 'Dao'."

"You will fall from the clouds to the mortal realm, becoming... a relatively healthy ordinary person. Are you sure?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shi Liuying even took a step forward, her eyes clear and bright, each word spoken with unwavering resolve: "Even if I possess ten thousand years of cultivation, even if the path to immortality lies right beneath my feet..."

She turned around, glanced at her fellow disciples who were also watching her nervously, a pure and bright smile blooming on her face. Turning back, her voice was clear and firm:

"I am absolutely certain."

Looking at the unmistakable determination in her eyes, the old man finally nodded slowly.

"Then... you may go."

Shi Liuying's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Director, my senior brother Jun Lintian... was he also sent back?"

“Yes.” The director nodded. “As the host who died unexpectedly due to a failed mission, his consciousness has returned to his original body. He should be in what you call the modern world right now.”

Shi Liuying's heart pounded. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady: "Then, when you send me there... could you let me be a little closer to him?"

Looking at the cautious expectation in her eyes, the director, unusually, did not refuse, but simply waved his hand with a slightly helpless expression: "...I'll try."

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In modern times, on the campus of a nationally renowned university.

The early autumn sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Today is the day for new students to register, and the campus is bustling with people.

At the temporary welcome point set up along the tree-lined avenue, student volunteers wearing matching T-shirts were busy as bees.

Consulting, guiding, distributing materials, helping to carry luggage... the air was filled with the smells of sweat, sunscreen, and the sweet aroma wafting from the roadside milk tea shop.

Just then, not far from the welcome point, under the most lush sycamore tree, the space seemed to ripple gently like water.

Immediately afterwards, several figures appeared out of thin air without anyone noticing and landed steadily.

They quickly confirmed each other's presence and status, and then—

"We're really back?!"

"Junior sister! You really came back with us!"

"This place... is this the 'modern' place you're talking about?"

"There's really not much spiritual energy around... but it smells alright?"

After a brief period of adjustment, everyone tacitly agreed on the same goal.

Find the eldest disciple. (He) reigns supreme.

Shi Liuying's heart was pounding, and her palms were even slightly sweaty.

Following the director's last vague instructions and the inexplicable feeling in her heart, she eagerly searched through the crowd.

New students, parents, volunteers...

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on a long table at the welcome area not far to the side.

A young man wearing a light blue shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up was bowing his head slightly, patiently explaining something to a parent of a new student.

His profile is handsome, and his temperament is gentle and calm. Against the slightly noisy background, he seems to have a soft-focus filter on him.

Even in modern attire, even through a crowd, even just a profile view...

Shi Liuying recognized him at a glance.

He's my senior.

Her feet moved forward involuntarily, her heart pounding like a drum.

She walked through the crowd and came to the long table.

The parent seemed to have finished asking questions, thanked them, and left.

Jun Lintian lowered his head to tidy up the registration form beside him, preparing to receive the next person.

Shi Liuying stopped in front of him, took a slight breath, and spoke softly in a slightly tense but clear voice:

Hello. May I ask...?

Upon hearing the voice, Jun Lintian subconsciously raised his head, his face displaying the polite, slightly formulaic, gentle smile typical of volunteers:

"Hello, how can I help you...?"

His voice abruptly stopped.

Jun Lintian's pupils contracted slightly.

His gentle gaze met Shi Liuying's bright eyes, which were veiled with moisture.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

The surrounding noise, the rustling of sycamore leaves, the music broadcast in the distance... everything became a blurry background sound.

Jun Lintian looked at her, his gaze shifting from initial politeness to astonishment, then to disbelief and shock. Finally, all his turbulent emotions subsided, transforming into a deep, gentle, and tranquil peace.

He slowly put down his pen and form, and stood up.

Across the not-so-wide long table, he looked at her, the corners of his mouth slowly, little by little, lifting up. That smile was no longer the polite and courteous one from before, but rather spread from the depths of his eyes, carrying the weariness and relief of crossing two worlds and hundreds of years, as well as the almost devout tenderness of finally waiting.

He looked at her, his voice soft yet clear enough to pierce through all the background noise and reach her ears:

"...I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The sun was shining brightly, and the shadows of the sycamore leaves swayed gently on them.

In the distance, Rong Yan covered her mouth to keep from crying out, Chong Cang's tightly pursed lips loosened slightly, Su Wan's eyes reddened, Chi Yang covered her mouth and chuckled, and Shen Hanzhou immediately began wiping away tears.

As Shi Liuying looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face with a gentle smile in front of her, her tense heartstrings finally relaxed completely.

Her nose tingled, and tears almost welled up again, but she suppressed them with an even stronger urge to smile.

She looked at him, and her eyes curved gently into a smile.

"Um."

She said.

"I know you're waiting..."

"So, I've come."

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Author's Note: The main story is finished! I've seen the requests for side stories from my readers, and I'll write them whenever I have inspiration! There will be side stories with lots of romance and cute moments.

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