My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 172

The Morning Star tier, I wonder if the Royal Court has any in stock.

Although he thought so, Su Chen felt that the Morning Star tier held more secrets. The job tiers he had encountered in the past, while having various requirements, had never had talent-based ones.

As for special professions, like Wisdom-type, even if they simultaneously improved both talents, it would be specified that the requirement was for spirit-type talent.

However, the Great Venerable’s talent requirement had no specific focus, not specifying spiritual or physical talent.

The difference here was significant. His panel automatically corrected incorrect requirements, which was enough to prove that this was not a matter of unclear meaning.

“Perhaps… it requires both spiritual and physical attributes to be Profound Violet.”

Old Xia walked in front, and Ming Lin, beside him, didn’t know that so many thoughts had flashed through Su Chen’s mind in an instant. He only sighed:

“Physical type? I wonder what its power will be after taking up the position. Alas… what I get is my fortune, what I lose is my destiny.”

Su Chen’s thoughts wandered, “If both talents are Profound Violet, then dual professions will inevitably run in parallel.”

The strength of dual professions running in parallel was self-evident. The improvement brought was far more than a simple one plus one. Let alone if both talents were very high; even if they weren’t, people would more or less try to run them in parallel to make up for their spiritual or physical deficiencies.

“This brings up a problem…” Su Chen’s eyes flickered, “Could it be that everyone with such qualifications will eventually seek another Morning Star tier profession?”

He had heard Old Chong say earlier that Morning Star tier individuals held significant positions in the so-called Royal Court and were not found everywhere.

“It shouldn’t be like this; there must be more secrets.” Su Chen currently had too little information and could only make such a guess.

He couldn’t help but think of Hong Xuan again. Apart from the benefits of dual professions, the main reason for his strength was that peculiar state.

He wasn’t old, and the number of special professions he had taken was not many.

Unlike his ‘Saint Hand,’ which strengthened one professional ability with another, Hong Xuan’s state seemed like a fusion of professions.

Afterward, he had carefully researched information related to professional fusion and found that it was an extremely rare special state, with very few documented cases in Ying Feng’s history.

It required dual professions running in parallel, with both professions having the same tier and level, for a chance to occur.

Moreover, it was an occasional state and could not be controlled voluntarily. According to the scarce records, in this situation, the user’s own strength would be enhanced to a certain extent.

Su Chen felt a strong curiosity, “I wonder what his specific situation is. I hope to have a chance to investigate it carefully.”

Su Chen had a premonition that Hong Xuan had been preparing for the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, and this state might also be related to the secrets of the Morning Star tier.

Ming Lin laughed again, “You didn’t see it when you went in, the expressions on Wu Chenpei and Hong Xuan’s faces were so rich.”

He didn’t have a good impression of Hong Xuan, having already seen through the arrogance hidden beneath his calm demeanor, and he described it vividly.

Su Chen responded half-heartedly until Xia Hanshi, who was in front, stopped, indicating they had arrived at the judge’s residence.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Xia Hanshi turned sideways, his gaze falling on Ming Lin.

Ming Lin’s expression froze. He looked at the “renowned” judge before him, whose wizened face seemed to be pasted onto his bones, showing no trace of flesh, and whose eyes were deeply sunken into their sockets.

“No, no.” Ming Lin’s throat rolled. For some reason, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, quickly refused, bid farewell repeatedly, and left in a hurry.

“Too timid…” Xia Hanshi shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and led Su Chen through the door. No one moved, and the door closed on its own.

“Judging from the reactions of Wu Chenpei and that Hong Xuan, the unusual phenomenon that appeared at the time must have far exceeded their expectations.” Xia Hanshi huddled into the sofa, his voice hoarse, “Wu Chenpei’s words were evasive, but he only spoke of three dragons when referring to approval.”

“The three dragons merge into one, and it’s even above that. Perhaps it’s the abnormal phenomenon of becoming the chosen one. Do you have any specific feelings?”

Su Chen frowned and shook his head, saying, “None, it might be due to the incomplete spirituality. The professional requirements can only be revealed after they are complete.”

“Is that so…” Xia Hanshi seemed to have a guess. He raised his hand, signaling Su Chen to sit as well. “In that case, perhaps it makes sense. Due to the incomplete spirituality, at present, it can only be recognized at most.”

“So, Wu Chenpei spoke about these matters without hesitation before, but your situation greatly exceeded his expectations.”

Su Chen also thought it made sense. He didn’t sit down but walked towards the tea table.

“It’s a pity we know so little.” Xia Hanshi frowned deeply. “Yuandu knows too much, many things they shouldn’t know. Could it be that they really contacted some people in the Royal Court in advance?”

Su Chen was pouring tea when he heard this and looked over in surprise. “Yuandu contacted the Royal Court in advance?”

Xia Hanshi nodded and reached out to take the teacup Su Chen offered. “This is Chong Jingtian’s guess. Hong Xuan’s unusual appearance, his crimson talent, is unheard of.”

“You say…” Xia Hanshi, clutching the teacup, suddenly said, “If you were Hong Xuan, what would you be thinking right now?”

“Me?” Su Chen was stunned. He tried to simulate Hong Xuan’s mindset, but then gave up after a moment: “I don’t know him well enough to guess.”

“If I were Hong Xuan, I’d definitely be trying to kill you right now,” Xia Hanshi said faintly.

“Uh…” Su Chen paused, sat opposite Xia Hanshi, and mused, “That’s possible.”

“So, we must strike first,” Xia Hanshi’s eyes gleamed with killing intent.

Su Chen’s eyebrows twitched. He felt that he was already ruthless enough, but his targets were always those who had tried to infringe upon his interests.

As for thoughts, they were too hard to pin down. There were countless people who disliked him and wanted to kill him.

And those who did infringe upon his interests might not actually have intended to kill him.

But when Old Xia said that, it gave him an unusual sense of reasonableness.

“But if we act now, Yuandu will definitely refuse to unseal that ruin, and it might even lead to a mutual destruction,” Su Chen reminded him. The current trouble was the Holy Feast, a crisis affecting everyone.

“It is a bit troublesome…” Xia Hanshi twirled his teacup, his eyes seeming a bit hazy, as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, he said, “Tell me honestly, do you have some kind of precognitive ability?”

Hearing this, Su Chen’s eyes trembled slightly, and the teacup in his hand wobbled. This question greatly exceeded his expectations.

Old Xia wanted to make a deal with him.

“What are you afraid of now?” Xia Hanshi frowned. “In Nanfeng, you used that little fatty to first find the Black Buddha Priest, and then you fabricated some righteous person to pinpoint the Black Buddha Priest a second time.”

“After arriving in Ying Feng, you even knew that a blood sacrifice was about to happen, and about Meng Qi’s matter—how did you know all this?”

“This…” Su Chen’s eyes flitted about. It wasn’t that he hadn’t anticipated exposing the truth.

But Old Xia was simply too unpredictable. He wouldn’t ask, but when he did, he was too direct.

His original plan was to brush it off with something about dreams; the uncertainty of dreams would be enough to conceal many issues for him.

However, the current situation was different from before. With the Great Venerable’s recognition, his status was completely different. Perhaps… he remembered something, something he had long since put out of his mind.

“You’re too perceptive,” Su Chen said with a wry smile.

“Perceptive?” Xia Hanshi scoffed. “If they knew these things, let alone me, even if it were that fool Bu Siqi, he would have realized something was wrong.”

“Tell me, what exactly is the situation?”

Su Chen already had a general draft in mind, which was merely a modification of his original thoughts. As for precognition… this ability was too terrifying to admit to lightly.

“Actually, I don’t even know if this counts as precognition…” Su Chen said helplessly, “It’s just that sometimes, when I come into contact with things related to demonic gods, strange illusions suddenly flash before my eyes.”

“The first time I discovered the Black Buddha Priest was when I killed Qi Chuan and encountered an empty Demonic Divine Artifact…”

Su Chen forcefully linked the incidents mentioned by Old Xia to Demonic Divine Artifacts.

“Related to Demonic Gods…” Xia Hanshi listened, his face showing no emotion, and then suddenly murmured, “Could it be that you are really that thing from back then?”

Hm? That thing from back then? What thing?

Su Chen was suddenly bewildered, a bad premonition rising. Could the lie he just fabricated actually correspond to some prophecy or something?

It couldn’t be that unlucky, he thought anxiously.

Old Xia was truly unfathomable. If he were to really misunderstand something, even his current identity might be hammered down.

“What are you saying?” he asked cautiously.

“Ya Shan City, do you remember it?” Xia Hanshi glanced at him.

It’s that place again, Su Chen said helplessly, “I really don’t remember.”

“Someone else mentioned it to you? Who?” Xia Hanshi asked coldly, observing his attitude.

“Judge Jiang mentioned it,” Su Chen replied honestly, but judging by Old Xia’s attitude, he didn’t seem to suspect him.

“Jiang Shumo, self-righteous.” Xia Hanshi’s eyes were cold and vacant, “Did he subtly imply that you were some kind of refugee?”

“No, he didn’t.” Su Chen shook his head.

No? Xia Hanshi was slightly stunned. He suddenly realized that Su Chen was no longer the same person he was back then. Even without the Great Venerable’s approval, he was a rising star in the Tribunal and had already gained immense prestige.

He was silent for a moment, then continued, “You are from Ya Shan. Twenty years ago, Ya Shan City was corrupted by a Demonic God, and the Black Buddha cultists intended to bring a divine child into the world.”

“Divine child?” Su Chen seemed to make a connection.

Xia Hanshi seemed not to notice the change in his expression. “We later discovered it, poured all our efforts into it, destroyed Ya Shan, and incidentally harmed a large number of innocent people.”

“The descent of a divine child requires a mother to carry it, but the ritual was interrupted, and we didn’t find the mother. At the time, we theorized it had been annihilated, but perhaps not…”

Xia Hanshi’s gaze fixed on him, and Su Chen’s heart pounded with unease. He couldn’t help but say, “You’re not suggesting that I’m that divine child, are you?”

Heaven knows, even if it were his predecessor, that so-called divine child had nothing to do with him.

At the same time, there was a sense of exasperation. He never expected his predecessor’s hometown to have such a story, and even less did he expect the lie he just concocted to actually connect to that past.

“Hehe…” Xia Hanshi’s laugh sent shivers down Su Chen’s spine. Only when Su Chen felt uneasy did he slowly say, “What kind of image does this teacher of yours have in your mind?”

If you scared me less often, it would probably be a lot better, Su Chen muttered to himself, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

“I estimate that the ritual was incomplete, and the divine child didn’t descend, but the people of Ya Shan were more or less affected,” Xia Hanshi continued. “So, once they come into contact with anything related to Demonic Gods, they will have some kind of sensation.”

Is this a closed loop?

Su Chen was startled. This lie was too well-rounded; he almost lost his final right to explain.

But he also realized that Old Xia didn’t know what he was suspecting. After all, there were many survivors from Ya Shan; why didn’t others have such sensations?

“Can you actively trigger that kind of illusion?” Xia Hanshi asked again.

“Actively trigger…” Su Chen hesitated, “It’s hard to say. Compared to the number of times I’ve encountered items related to Demonic Gods, the number of times illusions have appeared is clearly not many.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

Xia Hanshi’s question was unusual, as if he intended to utilize his ability—uh, he didn’t have such an ability at all, Su Chen thought, also speechless.

“I suspect there’s something fishy about this attack by the Faceless Ghost cultists,” Xia Hanshi didn’t hide anything, his eyes flickering. “Now that I think about it carefully, this vast land is so wide, yet Yuanshan and I just happened to encounter that group of Faceless Ghost cultists.”

“You suspect they deliberately let you discover them, that it was… a diversion?” Su Chen thought of the last time, when the Faceless Ghost’s divine child did the same thing.

“Exactly…” Xia Hanshi nodded, “But the sheer number of those Faceless Ghost cultists is undeniable. If Ying Feng doesn’t respond, it will definitely be very dangerous.”

It’s exactly like last time… Su Chen had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Last time, the Faceless Ghost’s divine child had secretly gathered various cultists lurking in Ying Feng. If no one dealt with them, it would also cause great destruction.

This old trick… could it be that the divine child is still the one commanding behind the scenes this time?

Su Chen muttered to himself, feeling increasingly certain.

“So, I want you to try and see if you can foresee anything?” Xia Hanshi finally revealed the true purpose of his revelation.

“I’m duty-bound,” Su Chen first agreed, but then couldn’t help but show hesitation. “But at present, there are no artifacts related to Demonic Gods.”

“This is the Tribunal, after all,” Xia Hanshi stood up and said indifferently, “We’ve been battling Demonic Gods for so long; there are too many things involved with them.”

Old Xia really had this intention, Su Chen’s heart stirred, and he quickly added the words he hadn’t finished due to that damned divine child’s interruption, “I estimate that ordinary items probably won’t work. It’s probably best if it’s something like a Demonic Artifact, imbued with Demonic God power.”

“And…” he hesitated, “There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“What else haven’t you said?” Xia Hanshi wasn’t surprised; this kid had too many secrets.

“Triggering illusions seems to consume Demonic God power,” Su Chen said, as if making a huge decision.

“Actually, what I got from killing Qi Chuan wasn’t an empty Demonic Artifact.”

“It’s just that after the illusion appeared, I don’t know how, but that Demonic Artifact became empty.”

“Later,” Su Chen said with a bitter smile, “after learning about the dangers of Demonic Artifacts from Master Yuan, I didn’t dare to say anything anymore.”