After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

Once inside the cave, the five people each found a place to sit down.

Xuanqing leaned against the cave entrance, stroking his white beard to regulate his breathing and recover the true energy he had used up by scattering talismans.

Song Xian leaned against the cold cave wall, clutching the Xuanhuang Sect token in his hand, staring blankly out of the cave, remaining silent for a long time.

He was the station manager sent by the Special Investigations Department, and more than a thousand players followed him to establish a sect on Qingxi Peak.

Now, after this battle, more than a thousand brothers have died. Although everyone knows that the dead can be resurrected, he still feels a tightness in his chest.

He felt that he hadn't arranged things well. If he had known that the other side would have ten Xiantian experts, he would never have let his brothers fight against them.

Zhang Lei walked over, handed him a cigarette he had rolled himself, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Brother Song, don't be sad."

Song Xian took the cigarette but didn't light it, his voice a little hoarse: "More than a thousand brothers... just like that, gone."

"It's okay." Zhang Lei lit one for himself and took a puff.

"They are all brothers at the Acquired Realm. If they die, they will only lose one level of cultivation. They will be resurrected on the spot at Qingxi Peak three days later. It's not like they are really gone."

"Once things calm down, we can go back and bring our brothers back. At worst, we can just establish a new clan somewhere else; it's no big deal."

He paused, but didn't say the rest of his sentence.

Those brothers who died after their birth could be resurrected, but what about the three of them who were born with innate abilities? If Xuan Qing had arrived a moment later, they would have been in grave danger.

If Min Tong pierces you with that gun, you're really dead; there's no chance of resurrection.

Zhao Hao leaned against a rock, rubbed his chest which ached from the impact of the spear, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He took a bullet from Min Tong, and his meridians are still aching.

"We can't stay here anymore; those people are definitely still searching outside the mountains."

We're all injured now, and our inner energy is almost completely depleted. If we get caught up again, we'll really be done for.

"Hmm." Zhou Ming nodded. He was a programmer by training and was always steady.

"Let's get back to reality first. Go back and rest, and your injuries will heal faster. We'll have a meeting with the Special Investigations Department later."

Let's discuss what to do next.

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Xuan Qing opened his eyes and waved to the others:

"I won't go to the Special Investigations Department with you. I'll go straight back to the Zhongnan Mountain Taoist Temple. I still need to go back and test the few talismans I've just figured out."

He was also at the Innate Realm, and his physical body had entered the Nine Provinces. After speaking, he took out his Dream Entry Token, injected true energy, and with a flash of light, he was gone.

As they were talking, a pale white light shone from Song Xian's body.

He is a martial artist who acquired his skills through training. His spirit enters the Nine Provinces through his dreams. His online time is fixed, and he is automatically forced offline at the designated time.

He waved to the group, and the next second he turned into specks of light, disappeared into the cave, and returned to the real world.

"Let's go too."

Zhao Hao took out his Dream Entry Token, infused it with a wisp of true energy, and the token lit up, revealing a pale golden light gate in front of him.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming each took out their tokens, activated the portal, and chose to exit.

All three of them were at the Innate Realm, and their physical bodies entered the Nine Provinces. This portal of light transported their physical bodies back to reality.

The group exchanged glances and then stepped into the portal one after another.

A flash of white light appeared before their eyes, and Zhao Hao, Zhang Lei, and Zhou Ming walked out of the portal one after another.

The place where they landed was a special training room prepared by the Special Investigations Department specifically for the three innate level experts.

It's filled with training equipment like force gauges and gravity chambers; it's their usual offline training location.

The staff member guarding the training room door and Deputy Director Zhang were stunned when they saw the three people.

The three men's training uniforms were tattered, covered in cuts from the spear's edge and the force of the attack, and stained with dark red blood.

Zhao Hao still had bloodstains on the corner of his mouth that hadn't been wiped clean, and a large tear in his shirt was visible on his chest.

Zhang Lei had a deep gash on his left arm that exposed bone, and blood was still dripping down his fingers.

Zhou Ming was struck on the back by a burst of energy, tearing a large patch of his clothes, which was stained with blood, and making him feel stiff as he walked.

"My God! You're injured! Quick! Call the team medic!"

Deputy Director Zhang's face turned pale. He quickly shouted to the staff next to him, "Quickly call the medical team over! And get a stretcher!"

"Need not."

The staff member was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran out to get it. Within two minutes, he returned with a white jade bottle and handed it to Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao uncorked the bottle, poured out three milky-white pills, threw one to Zhang Lei and one to Zhou Ming, and popped one into his own mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm current slid down the throat, spreading throughout the body in an instant.

Without further ado, the three of them sat cross-legged on the soft cushions in the training room and began to use their innate internal energy to activate the medicinal properties to heal their injuries.

The training room fell silent instantly. Deputy Director Zhang and the staff didn't dare to make a sound and stood guard to the side.

About half an hour later, Zhao Hao opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air that smelled of blood.

The internal injuries have mostly healed, and the small cuts on my arm have also closed up, leaving only a few deep wounds that are slowly scabbing over.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming also opened their eyes one after another, moved their hands and feet, and their complexions improved considerably.

"Let's go, let's go to the meeting."

Zhao Hao stood up, took the clean training uniform handed to him by a staff member, changed into it, and threw the blood-stained, tattered clothes aside.

After changing their clothes, the group followed Deputy Director Zhang to the conference room.

The corridor was filled with staff from the Special Investigations Department. When they saw the three of them, they all stopped and saluted, their eyes filled with admiration.

Everyone knows that these three are the earliest extraordinary individuals in China to break through the innate level.

Those who withstood ten Innate Realm experts from the Great Yao Dynasty in Kyushu and returned alive are true heroes.

Zhao Hao didn't speak, his mind still racing with thoughts of the battlefield.

He used to think that reaching the Innate Realm was incredibly powerful, and that he could roam freely throughout the Nine Provinces. Only today did he realize that he was far from it.

Those old monsters who have been immersed in the innate realm for decades possess sect-inherited techniques and mature cultivation methods.

The three of them were just beginners who had just entered the Innate Realm. They didn't even have any Innate Skills. Fighting with others was no different from children playing house.

Xuanqing's talisman technique is truly formidable; a dozen or so talismans can block a killing move from a mid-stage Innate Realm expert.

Even a mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator can't catch up with him when he runs. After the meeting, he said he'd have to learn how to draw talismans from the Taoist priest.

"Xiao Zhao! You've finally arrived!"

Just as they reached the meeting room door, they ran into Lao Zhou from the action team coming out. His eyes lit up when he saw them.

He looked them up and down, a little worried: "I heard you were injured? Are you alright? Director Li has been waiting for ages. The military and intelligence personnel are all here, just waiting for you to tell us what happened on the scene."

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. I've taken some healing pills and I'm almost healed." Zhao Hao smiled. "Brother Zhou, let's go inside."

"Okay, hurry up."

Zhao Hao nodded, took a deep breath, and pushed open the conference room door.

The room was full of people. Li Jianguo, the director of the Special Investigations Department, sat in the main seat, next to a major general from the military, as well as heads of various departments such as the action team and the intelligence section.

On the table was a large map of Qingxi Peak, pieced together from images transmitted by a miniature camera hidden in Zhao Hao's belt when he first entered Kyushu.

Everyone looked up when they saw them come in.

Li Jianguo spoke first, his brow furrowed: "Are you three alright? Are your injuries serious?"

"It's nothing, Director Li. It's just a minor injury. I've taken some healing pills and it's almost healed." Zhao Hao pulled out a chair and sat down, with Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming sitting next to him.

Li Jianguo nodded, tapping his fingers on the table: "Okay, it's good that everything's alright. So tell me, what's the situation at Qingxi Peak?"