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Looking up, the White Flame disappeared, and Lin slowly withdrew his gaze in a daze.
That senior, who was even more delicate than a woman, that senior with a pair of emotionless white eyes—what exactly was their background?
Lin Xin was filled with speculation; he had even thought of the immortal "Breaking the Void," but that was not it. He was certain that Xiao Lingyu was definitely not a master of pure martial arts.
He should come from a higher dimension, from an energy cultivation system that surpassed this one. Perhaps that place could even be a realm of immortals.
As a traveler, Lin had seen many movies, and he understood that if someone like him could cross over from Earth, there would surely be others coming from different places. It was quite easy to imagine.
The reason Lin speculated about Xiao Lingyu's origins was entirely due to the heart method that the senior had imparted to him—the Huangdi Heart Sutra.
The Huangdi Heart Sutra was vastly superior to ordinary heart methods; its fundamental principles were entirely different. It described more clever uses of energy operation. In comparison, this heart method's cultivation system was more complete and powerful.
This was no ordinary martial arts heart method; it was far stronger than Forbidden Techniques. This represented a fundamental difference in the essence of energy operation.
Lin should have been ecstatic to obtain such a Martial Arts text, but at that moment, he had no time to carefully comprehend this miraculous Martial Arts. He had to face the harsh reality.
The big-bearded Bai Quexin lay heavily injured in the room. Lin hurried inside to check on Bai Quexin's condition.
The injuries were stabilized; the big beard's breathing was calm, clearly indicating that Lin's earlier medications had taken effect. However, the wound on his arm was quite alarming.
He had lost an arm, and such severe injuries would be difficult to recover from. Lin wondered how Bai Quexin would face his injuries upon waking.
At this point, there was no use in dwelling on it. Suppressing his sorrowful emotions, Lin Ding focused his mind, lifted the unconscious big beard onto his back, and found the Single-Person Spaceship, preparing to pursue the main force.
……
The Single-Person Spaceship flew slowly. Lin's piloting skills had become quite proficient; he set the flight path and turned to look at the big beard behind him in the seat.
Bai Quexin curled up in the corner of the seat. His usually slightly disheveled beard made his face appear even more haggard at this moment. As he slept, his brows were tightly furrowed, seemingly in pain.
Rubbing his forehead, Lin was not in a good mood; sadness was spreading within him, and for the first time, he felt the malice that the vast universe could bring, a deep sense of crisis.
He realized that adventure was not just about seeking surprises; it also came with the risks of losing companions and even losing one's life.
His melancholic thoughts drifted aimlessly, and scenes from Cloud Star kept flashing through his mind as he lost himself in confusion.
It wasn't until the outside light dimmed that Lin snapped back to reality. The spaceship had entered the docking bay of the Mother Ship, and he was safely back.
"We've arrived."
The previously silent Stone finally spoke up, having noticed Lin's low spirits and refrained from disturbing him earlier.
"Yeah."
Lin replied lightly as he helped the sleeping Big Beard and walked toward the interior of the Mother Ship.
...
With a soft hiss, the pneumatic door opened, revealing a disheveled Lin to everyone. All eyes turned toward him, each gaze different from the others.
The students in the lounge were also in poor condition; most were downcast, many had injuries, and they looked like refugees, all dirty and worn out.
Seeing this scene, Lin was momentarily stunned, then a deep sense of guilt washed over him. He handed Bai Quexin to the approaching Fatty and bowed deeply to everyone.
"I'm sorry, everyone. This time it was my fault; I made you all bear too much with me..."
Lin felt a heavy weight on his shoulders; he couldn't lift his head and found his eyes inexplicably moist with increasing guilt.
In response to Lin's demeanor, the students did not react strongly. Perhaps war had made them more indifferent; only a few who were usually close to him came over to comfort him.
Many girls looked at Lin's heavy figure and couldn't help but cry out loud.
The sound of crying quickly spread, and more and more girls fell into emotional breakdowns. The cries grew louder, and the emotions that had been suppressed for so long finally erupted. Many boys began to curse softly, rubbing their slightly moist eyes.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, everyone! It's my fault! It's all my arrogance that brought those robbers! It's me..."
Lin started to choke up, his eyes already soaked. If it continued, he would probably break down in tears.
"…"
"Brother!"
Dream Source, Fatty, and Lu Liang gathered around. Their eyes were also red, wanting to help Lin up, but he stubbornly refused to budge.
"What good is saying sorry! Lin! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
"So what if it is? You still couldn't protect everyone; you harmed everyone!"
Lin's remorse stemmed only from his guilt. What he received was not forgiveness but a barrage of blame. This became an outlet for everyone’s frustrations, turning him into a target for their anger.
Lin lowered his head even further, feeling a heavy weight in his heart as the curses grew louder. Fatty and the others could no longer bear it and began to loudly defend Lin.
A quarrel broke out, with cries, debates, and curses intertwining into a chaotic symphony.
This is human nature, isn't it? At this point, righteousness has been buried by reality. More people are concerned about their own interests; they only see Lin's mistakes but fail to recognize everything he has sacrificed.
The Jianghu—what is Jianghu? It is not just stories of chivalry and love-hate relationships; it also reveals the ugliness of human nature.
Lin's journey in the Starry Sea Jianghu will undoubtedly be difficult.
"What's all the noise about?"
Finally, this commotion caught the attention of the teachers in the Control Room. With their soothing words, they managed to calm everyone down.
...
Two hours passed, and everything returned to tranquility. Bai Quexin was placed in a separate lounge, and the injured students received basic treatment.
Most of them were utterly exhausted after this life-and-death battle; they could fall asleep in any corner as fatigue overwhelmed the area.
However, Lin couldn't sleep. He sat at the end of the quiet corridor, with the beautiful starry sea visible through the transparent glass, so mysterious.
The floor beneath Lin was a mess, littered with bottles he had found in the Recreation Room, all filled with strong liquor.
His face was flushed, clearly already drunk. Lin rarely drank; as a chef, he needed to maintain a sharp sense of taste at all times. But at this moment, only strong alcohol could ease his sorrow.
"Why... didn't I bring the System with me? Shouldn't I be invincible? Why are so many people dying for me?"
He raised a bottle and took a large gulp, spilling some liquor that soaked his clothes, his gaze becoming increasingly hazy.
The impact of this war was too much for Lin; he wouldn't recover from it anytime soon. Such emotions were terrifying; perhaps he would be left with lingering trauma that could lead to despair.
As a renowned chef, Lin was successful, but as an Interstellar Warrior, he was still too inexperienced. He needed much more training and someone to guide him forward...
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