Chapter 442: Invitation to the Hand-Pushed Tractor Competition

"Buy a lottery ticket... " Su Lin walked out of the street kiosk holding the ticket, looking at Yi Donglai and saying: "If I don't win five million, this debt transfers to you."

Yi Donglai stood frozen in place, holding his younger sister, staring at Su Lin's figure vanishing into the crowd, sweat instantly soaking his back.

Never mind how this mysterious five million came about, but the debt the other mentioned probably isn't just money...

After buying the lottery ticket, Su Lin returned to the gospel church where he usually stayed, sat down on any prayer bench, and had planned to shop a bit before leaving—but when he saw the long string of numbers in his account, he let out a laugh that was half-amused, half-ridiculous.

To be honest, he was quite happy living this wish-fulfillment life.

Su Lin recalled this half-asleep, half-awake life, like a lucid dream.

As an ordinary person, he had often fantasized before: studying with his eyes closed and still topping every exam, a high school and college life filled with hot-blooded adventure.

He slowly remembered, a faint smile curling at his lips, and without turning his head, asked Meng Qi, who was walking in through the church door with a suitcase:

"Say goodbye to your family?"

"We had a meal. I told them I was going abroad for a research project." Meng Qi, wearing a hand-knitted towel around his neck, stepped beside Su Lin, carrying the chill and mist of the wind.

He would occasionally return to this world to visit his family here, so he felt no deep sorrow or reluctance.

Next time, I'll bring Gu Xiaosang along—saves them from pressuring me to get married.

"I never expected it—my family here was almost an exact replica of my memories." Meng Qi placed his suitcase on the chair, blew on his hands and rubbed them:

"They raised me for over thirty years. If I hadn't crossed over, my parents would've lived exactly this kind of retired life—and I..."

Su Lin interrupted: "And you'd have long since been dragged into arranged dates, living a mediocre, blessed nine-to-nine-six happy life, retiring at 65, enduring teenage rebellion from your kids and midlife crises like layoffs amid inflation."

Su Lin didn't understand why Meng Qi had replicated his past life, while he himself ended up in a clearly meme-inspired "Fuli Academy"—the only thing remotely related being the later appearance of the U. S. military base's Dragon Clan and the Fallen Mother Goddess worshippers of Mist City.

Meng Qi's smile twisted, then collapsed: "You're such a buzzkill."

His expression, too realistic to match the face of a young man, his gaze hovering between dead-fish eyes and normal pupils, radiated pure office-slave energy.

"If you've got time, go take a walk in my Wu Lin. Maybe your personality can still be salvaged." Meng Qi waved his hand, unwilling to continue discussing reality.

Ah yes, yes, the Six Realms of Reincarnation, the Wu Lin where one fishes from the Other Shore—so very Wu Xia...

Someone unfamiliar might think you could dominate the martial world with the Nine Yang Divine Art.

Su Lin shook his head slightly, pulled out his phone and started playing, then suddenly remembered something: "What about yours? Go become a eunuch in the palace?"

Meng Qi's "One Supreme of All Realms" was barely half-written.

"I gave the outline and account to a fellow writer."

"Then give me your account too—and this bank card."

"So when did 'The Mystery of the Master of the Abyss' turn into a girls' lit novel...?"

"Taiji gives birth to two principles, the two principles divide into yin and yang. Where there's a male-frequency Klein, there's a female-frequency Klein—that's the infinite possibility of the Parallel World."

Su Lin shifted his gaze aside, then pulled another card from his chest and placed it in Meng Qi's hand.

The Dragon Clan didn't matter—it was a serialization in a niche publication, and the only thing worth noting was that a certain Mr. Yang had transferred Su Lin a small royalty payment due to premature updates.

It's the opposite of Tian Gang.

"By the way, I've always been curious—how did this world become like this?" Meng Qi pulled out a cross-realm talisman, sounding surprised:

"I mean, the gate can now be opened here—Bai Yujing and this world..."

Su Lin replied: "Probably became an inner-outer world distinction—or Heaven and Mortal Realm separation."

This world was always real, but everything here was a reflection of a world called Bai Yujing. Before, as the reference point for reflection, Bai Yujing could've been Earth, a residential compound, or even a psychiatric hospital.

Why did it become like this...?

Qing Wanglai and Zhao Shuangdian also said it had everything to do with Su Lin and Meng Qi's influence.

"It has nothing to do with me," Meng Qi affirmed. "I know exactly how much water I have."

"... Probably the effect of falling asleep."

I always feel my Immortal Dao has gone off-track—why does it resemble San Ge's Fan Tian so much?

Ultimately, this is tied to Fusheng Tian's influence—when he smeared the Dao of Heaven across my face, I was basically unconscious.

"Fear is useless to me; I never obtained any other Dao of Fusheng Tian—all turned to ash..." Su Lin rested his hands on the bench, leaning back weakly against it:

"Old Meng, old Meng—we're really doing unpaid labor. Worse, we're paying to work."

The first experience of destroying a world and the first experience of creating one were actually great—just useless, pure high-consumption experiences.

"But I've already obtained the Dao of Cause and Effect!" Meng Qi scratched his head, puzzled.

Seeing the confusion and bewilderment in Su Lin's eyes, Meng Qi explained seriously: "Qing Wanglai's transfer contract is still valid—I've already acquired the Three Pure Ones' Dao of this world."

"Uh... Su Lin, are you feeling unwell?"

Meng Qi's concerned expression was as genuine as it could be—but to Su Lin, it suddenly felt like he'd been out fighting, building a startup, while this guy, with nowhere else to go, inherited the family business.

"Nothing. The inheritance tax for the Dao landed on me."

"Are you insane?"

Zhao Shuangdian lightly knocked on the inner door and said to Su Lin: "Doctor Su, Doctor Meng, everyone in Rehabilitation is assembled."

"Let's go." Su Lin nodded and stood up.

Meeting was fate—we accidentally became colleagues for a while, and the universality of dining-table culture still applied.

But... that outfit of theirs...

Su Lin shifted his perspective, watching the snow-haired woman in lavish sacrificial robes walking through empty space, each step rippling like crimson cherry blossoms, inside the now-ethereal Bai Yujing—his expression grew slightly odd.

Changsheng Tian—the sovereign of the Dao of Life, Death, and Wisdom...

"Hey." Meng Qi elbowed Su Lin, raising an eyebrow with teasing amusement: "What's there to fear? Don't let waiting become regret."

"Oh." Su Lin nodded, asking the question he'd long wanted to: "Little Zhao... you're much older than me. Zhao Shuangdian—does this outfit, plus carrying a sniper rifle that's half your height, not feel weird?"

Bam! Meng Qi slapped his own forehead and took a deep breath.

But Su Lin didn't think anything was wrong—he'd wanted to ask this for a long time.

She was breathtakingly elegant, icy-faced, appearing as distant and ethereal as a mirage—yet slung across her back was a modern sniper rifle taller than half her body. Anyone unfamiliar might think this was the dream of three hundred million mouse-clickers.

Of course, from the perspective of the modern world, all Zhao Shuangdian wore was a white coat walking ahead, with nothing on her back.

"This is the manifestation of the Dao of Heaven—it can be a sniper rifle, or a sword..." Zhao Shuangdian removed the sniper rifle, letting it shift continuously in her hand until it became thin sheets of paper:

"Or a photograph."

She stopped walking, and the sniper rifle finally transformed into the earlier photograph—the background unchanged, still the magic convention in Magic City, except now it no longer showed Zhao Shuangdian holding a sniper rifle with white twin-tail wigs, but her current appearance.

Hmm... still holding a sniper rifle.

So is that rifle her true form?

"Though only a portion

, because if I gave you the whole thing, it would disrupt this world." Zhao Shuangdian handed over the photograph: "Thank you for your help. This world will return to normal."

As Su Lin took the photograph, he felt himself become more "healthy," more "vital."

If a mortal obtained this photograph, they could immediately attain immortality; if it fell into Ye Fan's world, the Supreme Beings in the Forbidden Zones would fight to the death over it.

"Is this alright?" Su Lin asked.

Confused Siming often possesses multiple Dao of Heavens, but this Dao of Heaven must be quite powerful—separating even a part of it would weaken her strength.

"A gift," Zhao Shuangdian nodded slightly. "I already said this before—you returned it to me. If you dislike my white hair, I can change it to another color."

"Thank you, no..."

Su Lin glanced at Meng Qi beside him, who wore an innocent expression—this rumor that he was obsessed with white hair had originated right here.

He used a hair-growth technique to lengthen his white hair, pairing it with a white Daoist robe; Meng Qi chuckled, appearing as a black-robed Daoist with gray temples.

Exactly as they had dressed when they first arrived in this world.

"What are you talking about?" Ba Nanxu's slender figure darted out, wrapping her arms around Zhao Shuangdian's waist, resting her chin on the other's shoulder: "Li Huowang dragged Qingzi over and added another table, saying he'd bring some people along."

As she spoke, her gaze kept flickering toward Su Lin, tinged with caution.

Su Lin wasn't surprised—these two had clear romantic tendencies; he no longer expected any normal human women to appear around him.

The meal was held on the second floor of the church, where clutter had been cleared away, leaving a fifty-square-meter open room.

Upon opening the door, familiar faces—Zhao Lei, Chen Hongyu, Qian Fu—were already inside, along with some unfamiliar ones: other Confused Siming he'd never met. But the moment they saw Su Lin, the room fell utterly silent.

"Half-Horse God-King!" Qian Fu raised his cup in the room, his face flushed—he'd clearly been drinking already: "Smash the Leo tyranny! Glory belongs to Centaurus!"

"Hmm, I plan to take you to Leo. There's a vacuum there—no conscious Dao of Death, and the spaceship is ready." Su Lin said calmly.

Qian Fu awkwardly set down his cup and laughed it off: "I was joking—I've been playing the madman too long, got too into character..."

According to Li Huowang, Fusheng Heaven was now reduced to ash—he created a new world. If you sent him there, wouldn't he suffer?

"Where's Li Huowang?" Su Lin looked around, realizing the protagonist was absent.

"Oh, he just took a few outsiders on a tour." Qian Fu burped: "But they're not Confused Siming—they can only see this modern world, not what's inside Baiyu Jing."

Baiyu Jing is fused with the modern world; normally, only after cultivating to immortality can one enter Baiyu Jing.

"Outsiders?" Su Lin immediately realized—they must be from the chat group: "What do they look like? Where did they go?"

"They're still inside this church," Chen Hongyu stared longingly at the dishes: "One tall guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a little girl with white hair..."

When Su Lin reached the middle of the corridor, Song Shuhang stood awkwardly before a room's door, while Li Huowang rubbed his head: "I don't know whose room this is, Brother Su... I was just showing them around the church, and the door was open."

"It's fine, look all you want... Hey, you can take your own character poster, but don't touch any of my other wives' merch—these were bought with real gold and silver."

Su Lin shrugged, glanced at Yi Leina inside, who was rummaging through posters and somehow triggered a stress response, then asked Song Shuhang:

"Where are the others? Fire's world is nearly stable now—you can visit without so many worries."

"In places like Daliang, if you're in danger, you can just shout Ji Zai's name—Li Huowang will protect you."

"That was the original plan..." Song Shuhang hesitated.

Su Lin asked: "Something happened?"

Song Shuhang startled: "How did you know, Senior Su Lin?!"

"It's written all over your face." Meng Qi walked over, chopsticks in hand, eating: "Starved—I've already started eating. You can have your own table later."

Song Shuhang felt he absolutely needed to drink a bottle of Faceless Demon Elixir. He hesitated, then said:

"I originally planned to invite all you seniors to the Hand-Tractor Race—it's almost time, and Senior Huangshan specifically asked me to reserve guest seats for you..."

Due to advancements in cultivation systems and the fact that many Xuan Saints and Immortal Tribulation experts had emerged from seclusion after the Simulation Universe incident, this year's Hand-Tractor Race expanded its scope, with the venue moved to outer space.

He'd only come to deliver the invitation in person, but then... the Tianyi Sect...

"Hmm, I'll go." Su Lin nodded, yet found it strange to see Yi Leina—whom he hadn't seen in a while—looking even more despairing: "So, just the two of you came? Shitty Witch, what are you rummaging through?"

Yi Leina spoke blankly: "Checking for contraband items like pillow books..."

"How could there be anything like that!" Su Lin was exasperated. He pressed Song Shuhang: "What's going on over there?"

At this moment, Su Lin also noticed—both of them carried a strong scent of scallion.

Song Shuhang covered his face, hesitated, then finally said: "The Scallion Maiden... had an issue. The seniors are helping her deal with it... Senior Su, after you finish eating here, you should go back to Tianyi Sect and check..."

This meant the problem was significant, but not so severe that he couldn't finish his meal first.

"Then... let's eat first."

At the Big Electro-Bar, the Xin Su staff were performing their daily employee motivational dance.

"The Buddha Lord didn't deceive us..."

"Both worlds are real."

"We can now use magic from the other world..."

"Peace—He once promised us peace. Doctor Su made it happen."

"I no longer worry about losing my sense of self. I'm no longer confused. Ji Zai, Confused Siming—thank you."

"What should we do now? Doctors Su and Meng have resigned and gone abroad to develop overseas markets..."

"Isn't Red Middle still here? He's Ji Zai himself—we just follow his orders."

Li Huowang had already been somewhat drunk; after Su Lin left him a bottle of Zui Xian Niang and they clinked cups, the other returned the "Wang" character to him.

The Dao has two aspects; he governed confusion, and now the lucid Dao has returned.

I originally planned to sober up a little, and after returning from Bai Yu Jing to Da Liang, I would go see what had happened at Tianyi Sect.

But before leaving, he looked at Bai Yu Jing, where time had no past or future, and clearly recognized a problem.

When I first gazed upon Su Lin's true form and returned to this world, it was Ji Zai who appeared to block Fusheng Tian.

But...

Why am I Ji Zai now, yet I cannot see this past?

That Ji Zai... was not me?