Gu Jianlin hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long ti. In his dreams, he could faintly sense a cold, subtle fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, mixed with the scent of shampoo and body wash.
Sotis he could even feel strands of hair brushing against his face.
Honestly, it wasn't too bad—it was quite comfortable.
He had initially planned to sleep until he naturally woke up, but instead, his phone's incessant calls early in the morning rudely jolted him awake.
After resting for the night, he had returned to peak condition, feeling refreshed and brimming with spirituality.
He got up from the sofa, and the quilt slid off his body.
Gu Jianlin froze for a mont and instinctively glanced around.
He saw the bedroom door tightly shut, with a note stuck on it that read: "Catching up on sleep, don't disturb unless necessary."
Gu Jianlin looked at the quilt on him and smiled silently.
Although Old Gu was a bit unlucky, the students he left behind weren't too bad after all.
The room was originally kept around for sentintal reasons—after all, in the Extraordinary World, anything could happen. Who knows, maybe Old Gu would pull a reincarnation trick on him soday.
But now, it seed there was no longer a place for him here.
Gu Jianlin took out his phone to check, finding nurous missed calls and text ssages.
The first ssage was from Scholar.
"Supre, I've already taken Butcher to a safehouse. His injuries are incredibly severe, but fortunately, the secret dicine gifted by Pharmacist Old Thief has sustained his life. He should be bouncing back in no ti. By the way, I swung by Pharmacist Old Thief's hideout early this morning and conveniently 'borrowed'—I an, took ten vials of Fallen Angel Blood for you."
"I've also taken many of the secret dicines you requested for beauty and wellness, and they've been divided into two batches and sent to the address you provided last ti."
"For now, I'll watch over Pharmacist Old Thief and await your instructions."
Truth be told, despite his initial blunders, Scholar had been handling things quite efficiently ever since.
After all, who could've predicted that the Supre would have already broken free?
Scholar's follow-up actions were comndable.
After all, there's an old saying: if you can't resist, then you might as well enjoy.
Being the servant of an Ancient Supre definitely elevated his status—it wasn't so bad compared to being a re ant destined to be obliterated by the Ether Association.
The only baffling part was that Scholar couldn't understand why the Supre wanted those beauty-enhancing secret dicines.
According to Scholar's logic, he could only infer that the Supre aid to use the Ancient Tis' dual cultivation rituals to recover their strength as quickly as possible, and was already scouting for suitable candidates.
After reading through the ssage, Gu Jianlin replied: "Well done. Be cautious not to expose your location. Butcher perford admirably this ti—give him all the care he needs and make sure nothing happens to him."
Though he was a brute, he was now Gu Jianlin's prize asset.
A Fourth Rank Mad King capable of initial Qilin transformation, and even of becoming a vessel for Ancient Divine Language power.
Remarkably, even after using a low-tier Ancient Divine Language once, he had only sustained critical injuries.
Gu Jianlin could only comnt: A true Tiger General!
Back in the Ancient Tomb, among the five-mber team, Butcher had seed the most useless. Now it felt like a slap in the face.
Gu Jianlin shook his head, his mind drifting to the topic of those secret dicines.
His mom was just incidental—the focus was still on delivering them to Youzhu.
He imagined how thrilled she'd be upon receiving the gift. After all, she cared deeply about her appearance.
The next text ssage was from Chen Qing.
"Xiao Gu, I don't approve of how recklessly you handle things, but I still want to congratulate you. You've weathered the storm and genuinely established yourself in the Extraordinary World. Perhaps we underestimated you in the past, treating you like a child…"
Chen Qing's ssage mainly praised Gu Jianlin's courage last night and recognized his growth. Along with this, he extended an apology, acknowledging the injuries he and Lu Zicheng sustained during the prior operation.
Especially Lu Zicheng, who had consud nurous secret dicines with severe side effects and now required hospitalization for recovery. Chen Qing, who wasn't lightly injured either, stayed by his side to look after him.
The silver lining was that their wounds were recoverable, and once healed, they were likely to advance in ranks. When they t again, they'd probably be a Fifth Rank World King along with a Fourth Rank Spiritualist.
The only downside was their temporary inability to uphold their responsibilities as Guardians.
Still, that wasn't a big deal—Minister Lu had their backs.
The ssage also reassured Gu Jianlin that, even without the Minister's support, there was no need to worry.
Because after Black Cloud City and West Port's battles, Gu Jianlin had beco unexpectedly famous.
When he logged onto the Deep Space Network, a flood of friend requests instantly overwheld him.
A mont later, his phone froze and shut down entirely.
What the hell was this!
Gu Jianlin felt bewildered as he recalled the fleeting friend requests—every single one was from Captain Level Ascenders, all wanting to be his Guardian, without exception.
Left with no choice, he restarted his phone and headed downstairs with fifty yuan in hand for breakfast.
Outside, the storm had cleared, leaving the city washed clean by the rain. The air carried a crisp coolness, refreshing and invigorating.
As soon as he stepped out, he noticed the security guard in the booth downstairs had changed.
A resolute middle-aged man now occupied the guard post, his chest muscles nearly bursting through his shirt. His physique was extrely muscular, and his posture as upright as a tall spear—a man clearly skilled in military training.
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