My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 173

How much Demonic God power has the Tribunal accumulated?

Su Chen didn’t know.

But what he did know was that within Ying Feng’s jurisdiction, all items related to Demonic Gods, including Demonic Artifacts, would eventually be sent to the Tribunal.

Demonic God power could actively stimulate professions, causing them to exhibit emotional responses.

The more of this stuff, the better, but he truly had nowhere to find it.

Before, it wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about the Demonic Artifacts collected by the Tribunal, but they were heavily guarded, and if he were to take a Demonic Artifact, he couldn’t return it empty-handed.

Later, Su Chen dropped the matter, but the current situation was different. Chong Jingtian was leaving soon.

The one in charge was Old Xia. As long as he could persuade Old Xia, this would be a treasure trove to plunder!

Su Chen had just thought of this, which was why he changed his “dream” into “conditional foresight.”

“Consuming Demonic God power…” Xia Hanshi paused, also a little surprised.

“I don’t even know if I’ve been corrupted yet,” Su Chen said, with a bitter face. “I’ve been tested many times at the Tribunal, and there haven’t been any problems.”

“Alright,” Xia Hanshi said, shaking his head, looking at Su Chen’s expression. “While stealing Demonic God power for one’s own use is dangerous, there are similar professions. The Esoteric School specializes in this.”

“Wu Chenpei also said that professional spirituality despises Demonic Gods the most.”

So the Great Venerables’ spirituality also despises Demonic Gods. Su Chen was hearing this for the first time, and it implicitly vouched for him.

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“That’s good,” Su Chen said, sighing in relief.

“However, you shouldn’t tell anyone else about this,” Xia Hanshi then warned him. “Including Chong Jingtian.”

“Understood,” Su Chen nodded, then felt that Old Xia might have misunderstood something, and emphasized, “The Chief is dedicated to Ying Feng, and I highly respect him, but you are my teacher.”

To be honest, his trust in Chong Jingtian was even less than in Ming Lin.

Xia Hanshi narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and Su Chen tactfully left.

“Foresight really has such an ability,” Xia Hanshi’s gaunt body almost sank into the sofa. “A way to solve many problems at once…”

………

“Old Xia really handles things in an unconventional way. When Old Chong leaves, he’ll probably just bring out the Demonic Artifacts directly.”

On his way back, Su Chen couldn’t help but think and rub his hands, wondering how many types of Demonic God powers Ying Feng actually possessed.

He was truly curious whether other Demonic God powers would have any effect.

“But since Demonic God power is being consumed, I’ll definitely have to produce something in return. Foresight… tsk…” Su Chen thought about this again. “I’ll go back and disguise myself to see if those things have come to the city recently.”

“Oh, and when Old Chong leaves, I’ll collect the believers’ professions of other Demonic Gods and feed them to the [Priest].”

As he thought about it, Su Chen couldn’t help but grin. It seemed that with Chong Jingtian gone, Old Xia would truly be the sole authority at the Tribunal.

With Old Xia’s prestige, no one would dare to disobey.

And only Old Xia would disregard the many rules of the Tribunal.

“Oh, finally it’s my turn to throw my weight around.”

Just as he was thinking, his residence was already in sight. Looking up, Ming Lin was waiting at the door.

However, this time he wasn’t there to chat with Su Chen, but to convey a message, with a hint of envy, “Old Sang is looking for you and wants you to reply to him.”

“Old Sang?” Su Chen was startled. He then lowered his head and opened his wristband, finding several messages. Judging by the time, they had just been sent to him, asking him to go to the Translation Office, saying there was something to discuss.

After replying, Su Chen said to Ming Lin, “Sorry, I usually have ‘do not disturb’ on, so you had to make a trip.”

“No worries,” Ming Lin waved his hand. “It’s probably urgent, go quickly.”

Su Chen naturally headed straight to the Translation Office, where Sang Hanhai was already waiting for him at the door.

“Old Sang, why are you waiting at the door?” Su Chen was quite surprised; he had never received such treatment before.

And Sang Hanhai stared intently at him, “You kid, you’re truly unfathomable…”

Is that how you describe someone?

Su Chen grumbled to himself, realizing that Pu Zhenghong had probably already told Sang Hanhai about his recognition.

“But to suppress Yuandu, it’s heartwarming.” Sang Hanhai was in a good mood. When he first heard about the Three Dragon Manifestations, he was indeed shocked.

Although he had certain expectations for Su Chen, he never expected this kid to be so powerful.

“Did you call me here so urgently just to praise me a few times?” Su Chen teased.

“What, can’t I?” Sang Hanhai retorted with a smile. After pulling Su Chen into the Translation Office, he mysteriously said, “It wasn’t me who called you here, it was my senior brother.”

“Old Pu?” Su Chen couldn’t help but recall the scene of Pu Zhenghong leaving with a dark expression.

Doing the math, he probably notified Sang Hanhai to call him even before returning to the Translation Office.

“What’s the rush about?” Su Chen asked.

“I don’t know,” Sang Hanhai shook his head, “but Senior Brother seems a little strange.”

“Then do you know what kind of grudge Old Pu and my teacher have? I see they’re quite at odds,” Su Chen asked again.

“Oh, about that, I do know a thing or two.” Sang Hanhai looked left and right, then lowered his voice, “It still involves that incident from back then.”

“After the ruin incident back then, your teacher strongly advocated for forcibly exploring the ruin to rescue people, but Chong Jingtian, as the core seed at the time, advised against it for the sake of the bigger picture.”

“Your teacher sought my senior brother’s help, but my senior brother ultimately sided with Chong Jingtian.”

Sang Hanhai sighed, “Chong Jingtian always had that steady and composed personality, while my senior brother was seen as a coward by your teacher.”

To put it simply, it was a convoluted grudge from the older generation.

As Su Chen listened, he had already followed Sang Hanhai into the small room.

Pu Zhenghong was still in his small room, but this time he wasn’t fiddling with his divine language. He sat upright, waiting.

“Old Pu…” Seeing this posture, Su Chen hurriedly began.

Sang Hanhai was also stunned.

For so many years, besides divine language, almost nothing else could capture Pu Zhenghong’s attention.

Every time he came, the other party was always researching divine language, rarely even looking up.

“Sit,” Pu Zhenghong extended his hand, and Su Chen cautiously sat down.

“You are already a Fourth-Rank professional. Little Sang told me that you have a particular fondness for special professions, so I specifically found a suitable profession for you,” Pu Zhenghong said, waving his hand, and a virtual projection popped out.

Sang Hanhai grew even more astonished. How long had it been since Pu Zhenghong had analyzed or offered professional advice to anyone?

Su Chen instinctively scanned it —

[Discovered Special Profession – Wind-Chasing Dancer. Can be appointed after meeting professional requirements.]

[Professional Requirement 1: Must have been appointed to four top-tier physical professions.]

[Professional Requirement 2: Without external aid, concealing perception, perfectly evade one hundred attacks from opponents of the same tier.]

[Professional Requirement 3: Obtain a Wind Chant Gem and a Storm Gale Feather, and within the eye of an eight-level storm, capture a Wind Spirit to form a Wind Dance Pact.]

Special professions do not have specific ranks, but some professional requirements involve the number of main professions appointed, which is equivalent to an indirect rank requirement.

A minimum of Fourth-Rank is required to qualify, and all must be top-tier professions. This essentially demands strong physical endurance, so this profession should be extraordinary.

“The [Wind-Chasing Dancer] specializes in speed. Its strength is not low. Once appointed, its abilities can help you easily escape from crises. Since you are already good at speed, it should make you even better,” Pu Zhenghong said.

[Transforming into flowing wind, with meaning like a startled dragon, the Wind-Chasing Dancer gracefully pays respect to the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, reducing the number of perfect evasions to ten.]

The difficulty was reduced by a notch, and Su Chen’s attention withdrew from the panel. He hesitated, “I can’t accept such a favor without merit. What is this about, you…?”

Before, Pu Zhenghong’s attitude towards him couldn’t be described as bad, but it wasn’t good either. It was only after helping him expose Yuandu’s dirty tricks that his attitude improved considerably.

Is his prestige that great after being recognized by the Great Venerable?

“Sigh…” Pu Zhenghong sighed, his gaze profound, “My life is not long.”

“Senior brother!” Sang Hanhai’s face changed.

Last words?

Seeing this situation, Su Chen felt uneasy, wondering if he would be entrusted with an impossible task.

Pu Zhenghong raised his hand to stop Sang Hanhai and slowly said, “My talent is limited, and I’ve spent too much time and energy on divine pronouncements.”

“Xia Hanshi thinks I’m a coward, and I think he’s brainless. My research into divine language is actually to restore that ruin to its original state.”

It didn’t sound like he was assigning an impossible task, so Su Chen straightened up.

Pu Zhenghong then said, “We brought out Exalted Light and fractured stone tablets from that ruin, which caused the ruin to enter a state of alert, greatly increasing its danger.”

“It’s nearly impossible to break through the power of that ruin head-on, but divine language might be able to control it.”

Upon hearing this, Su Chen became even more curious about how charming Ji Rou was.

She caused Xia Hanshi’s temperament to change drastically, made Pu Zhenghong sit in the Translation Office for thirty years studying divine language, and made Chong Jingtian…

Uh, Old Chong seems quite normal. No, that’s not right. He’s been unmarried his whole life, and…

Su Chen suddenly remembered Chong Jingtian’s unusual aspect: he was the only Chief in the Tribunal’s history who hadn’t cultivated a family power. His parents had passed away more than twenty years ago, and he had been alone ever since.

Su Chen couldn’t help but speculate that the woman who made these three men so unforgettable must have had something special about her…

“My divine language is incomplete, but his student is about to enter the ruins,” Pu Zhenghong chuckled. “I don’t know who was right and who was wrong between us, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“This, I entrust to you.” Pu Zhenghong took out a圣言石 (Holy Scroll Stone), with various symbols flickering intermittently on it.

Su Chen scanned it. There was no profession on it, making him surprised, “This is…”

“This is the fruit of my thirty years of painstaking effort. It might be useful for that ruin, or it might not be…” Pu Zhenghong sighed. “Take it, it’s better than nothing.”

Did he actually figure it out?

Su Chen reached out, took it, and put it away. Only then did he realize that Pu Zhenghong probably saw that Xia Hanshi’s persistence had yielded results, and feeling a little unwilling, called him over and gave him this item.

But for some reason, he genuinely felt that Pu Zhenghong before him was exuding a sense of approaching old age and weakness, as if what he had just received with his hands was truly the other party’s life’s work.

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then, remembering something, couldn’t help but ask:

“Old Pu, when I came here, I noticed some symbols carved on the defensive spirit ring. I didn’t pay much attention to them before, but this time they feel vaguely familiar, somewhat similar to how I felt when I saw that stone tablet.”

“What’s going on with those symbols?”

“Defensive spirit ring…” Pu Zhenghong was slightly startled and nodded. “Yes, those symbols were indeed derived from the stone tablet.”

Through Pu Zhenghong’s explanation, Su Chen learned that the hazy mist enveloping the stone tablet could be easily brushed away by Chong Jingtian’s power, and the stone tablet’s spirituality couldn’t do anything to him.

They tried to study it for a while, but in the end, they could only make rubbings of two lines of symbols.

Pu Zhenghong further explained, “But the materials on which those two lines of symbols were inscribed also came from that ruin, allowing them to be barely copied.”

So that’s how it is. Su Chen’s doubts were resolved. After chatting with Pu Zhenghong for a couple more sentences, he bid farewell and left.

“Senior brother, he…” Sang Hanhai sent him off, sighing along the way.

Su Chen offered a few words of comfort, then left under Sang Hanhai’s gaze.

“Ruins, ruins…” In the car, Su Chen couldn’t help but ponder, “I wonder what it’s like.”

Su Chen was somewhat burdened by Pu Zhenghong’s dying words. After a brief adjustment, he opened the panel.

The progress of [Violator] had reached 3%. It must be said that the progress was quite fast; foul-mouthed people are hated by everyone.

“The requirements for the Wind-Chasing Dancer are quite troublesome…” His gaze shifted to the newly acquired profession.

“Cannot rely on external forces, must obscure the five senses, and perfectly dodge before an attack lands, with only an instant timing… tsk tsk…”

“And this Wind Dance Pact, it seems quite complex. I haven’t even heard of these items. I’ll go back and inquire about them first.”

Calculating along the way, Su Chen returned to his residence at the Tribunal, the sky already dim.

Descending to the gravity room, the familiar environment gradually calmed his thoughts.

At this moment, everything that had happened today flowed through his mind like water. Su Chen slowly exhaled, “Now, I’ll have to wait for Ying Feng to finish dealing with the faceless ghost believers before I can go to that ruin.”

“Hmm, there’s no need to hide the Fourth-Rank matter anymore. I’ll ask Gu Bing to prepare auxiliary potions first.”

He opened his wrist device and sent a message, soon receiving a reply from Gu Bing, starting with a string of question marks, which was enough to show the senior sister’s shock.

As if she had recovered, two or three minutes later, she replied with, “I understand, I’ll go prepare it now.”

Su Chen then remembered another thing he had planned to do, and his body gradually became concealed within the spatial interlayer, as the priest began to disguise himself.

First, in the Black Buddha Priest state, within the sensing range, there was no difference from before, empty as usual.

“They haven’t sent anyone for so long, they’re probably all preparing for that Holy Feast,” Su Chen muttered with a frown.

Immediately, he changed into the Faceless Ghost Priest form.

This time, however, Su Chen’s expression subtly changed. He immediately detected an unusual sensation on the edge of his perception range, in the direction of Ying Feng’s southern district.

“This feeling… why does it feel a bit familiar?” He contemplated it carefully. It wasn’t the sensation of a Demonic Artifact, but rather…

“Faceless Ghost God Child,” Su Chen suddenly recalled. Meng Qi gave him this exact feeling, and his vision flashed: “They really came in.”