My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 183

“Such efficiency—”

Noticing his body’s condition, Su Chen was startled, but then quickly fell into thought, “There are many benefits to pleasing the Great Venerable.”

“But now, it seems there’s only this one condition: defeating acknowledged individuals. I wonder if it was obtaining the second recruitment requirement that made him more active.”

Are there no other ways to please him?

As he thought, Su Chen felt a bit strange, “This seems not much different from how those believers please Demonic Gods.”

“No, that’s not right. The Great Venerable is the Great Venerable, and Demonic Gods are Demonic Gods.” Su Chen shook his head, glancing at the panel, which remained unresponsive.

“However, I can refer to their experiences. What does the Great Venerable like?”

He didn’t know much about the Great Venerable, but Yuandu might. When Wu Chenpei returns, Chong Jingtian and the others would surely make some moves, and he should be able to learn a lot then.

Thinking this, he didn’t waste time. This favor only lasted for three months, and he needed to make the most of it.

When Old Xia prepared the Demonic God powers, he would call for him.

At the front line, the battlefield where the Faceless Ghost believers and Ying Feng engaged in close-quarters combat was already unrecognizable, with crisscrossing, bottomless ravines.

Broken weapons and twisted metal debris were scattered on the scorched earth, and in several deep pits, embers still glowed, emitting wisps of black smoke.

The remnants of torn fortifications nửa buried in the soil, broken blades impaled in the ground. In the center of the battlefield, a huge rift valley divided the position in two, its edges covered with spiderweb-like fine cracks.

At the bottom of the valley, unextinguished energy afterglow was faintly visible, emitting an eerie luminescence. Destroyed mechanical wreckage was scattered everywhere, the metal shells covered with holes melted by energy weapons, some still sporadically sparking with short circuits.

In the distance, an enormous faceless statue seemed to overlook this land.

At its shoulder, the Sacrificial Chief suddenly looked up, two lines of bloody tears streaming down his face. His body trembled slightly, then he let out a long sigh, “The Divine Son has been annihilated.”

“What?” Several high priests gathered around exclaimed in shock, “Most of Ying Feng’s power is tied up here by us, how could the Divine Son—”

“I don’t know why—” The Sacrificial Chief shook his head. Though surprised, he could accept it. Ying Feng was not easily dealt with, otherwise, they would have succeeded long ago.

“The Divine Son’s plan has failed. It’s time to retreat and prepare for the sacred feast.” He shook his head, the two lines of bloody tears gradually drying on his cheeks.

With the Divine Son annihilated, the Sacrificial Chief was the highest commander, and the high priests had no objections.

“They’re retreating—the Faceless Ghosts are retreating—”

From Ying Feng’s outpost on the other side of the battlefield, the observer immediately noticed the giant statue gradually fading into the mist.

The news was quickly reported to the supreme command. Chong Jingtian was filled with doubt, personally coming to the camp. He confirmed that the statue was indeed retreating and asked the elders in several nearby outposts, who also confirmed the statue’s retreat.

“Be careful, the Faceless Ghost believers are skilled at deception,” Wu Chenpei reminded him from his side.

Chong Jingtian concurred, issuing orders, “Observe carefully, do not let your guard down.”

Even with three other elders present, Chong Jingtian was most adept at commanding large-scale battles. Everyone followed his orders.

By mid-afternoon, all compiled reports confirmed that the Faceless Ghost believers were indeed retreating.

Chong Jingtian grew increasingly puzzled until he received an urgent message from Ying Feng.

“It’s a secret script method, what’s so urgent—” Chong Jingtian looked at Jiang Shumo, who rushed over and handed him a metal plate, resembling a Sacred Word Stone, covered with densely packed symbols.

This was a communication method they had emulated from the Sacred Word Stone, and it could only be deciphered using the secret method known only among the Ying Feng elders.

After delivering it, Jiang Shumo tactfully left.

Chong Jingtian reached into his storage space and took out a crystal, placing it on the metal plate. The secret script immediately transformed into lines of text.

His eyelids twitched at a glance.

“Xia Hanshi!” He whispered, “I should have known that fellow staying behind had ulterior motives.”

Though he had some suspicions, he hadn’t expected Xia Hanshi to be so decisive. Even with bountiful gains, this unexpected situation still left him feeling a bit awkward.

“What news from Ying Feng?”

Wu Chenpei walked in without hesitation, a privilege Chong Jingtian had granted him to show respect and trust.

“Oh—” Chong Jingtian looked up with a faint smile, putting away the crystal. Symbols flickered on the metal plate in his hand. “It’s about the Faceless Divine Son. He infiltrated Ying Feng and was discovered and eliminated by Shi Yunzhou and Xia Hanshi.”

“Hmm?” Wu Chenpei’s eyes flashed with surprise. “So it was merely a diversion. What was the Faceless Divine Son’s purpose in infiltrating Ying Feng?”

“I don’t know the specific reason,” Chong Jingtian shook his head.

“Hmm—” Wu Chenpei mused, then asked, “Did it cause any damage to Ying Feng?”

Chong Jingtian smiled, “No, he was still in a dormant phase when he was discovered.”

Wu Chenpei was faintly disappointed, “Ying Feng indeed has abundant experience. No wonder the Faceless believers retreated. With the plan failed, there’s no point in continuing futile sacrifices.”

“Since that’s the case, can we return to Ying Feng?”

Chong Jingtian’s expression was natural, “Mhm, once it’s confirmed that the Faceless Ghost believers have indeed retreated, we will return.”

Normally, he might have wanted to pursue them, but there were more important matters awaiting their return to Ying Feng.

Wu Chenpei breathed a sigh of relief. With the Faceless Ghost situation resolved, they could finally head to the ruins.

Chong Jingtian looked deeply at Wu Chenpei. “Currently, I am the only one at this outpost. It would be safer to return to Ying Feng and have the five elders join forces.”

Outside the Scarlet Thunder Star, ripples suddenly appeared in the void. A shuttle-shaped spacecraft tore through space without warning, initially a thin line that then transformed into a black spacecraft.

The hazy gray mist billowing around violently churned. The dark armor surface still retained residual energy afterglow from the warp jump, flaking off with a rustling sound.

Two pairs of crimson complex-eye-shaped observatories on the bow of the ship suddenly lit up. Scanning beams pierced through the mist, landing on the giant, white-oceanic planet.

The shuttle engines gradually died out, and the propulsion engines ignited as metallic wings extended from both sides.

“So this is the Scarlet Thunder Star—”

Inside the spacecraft, a group of people stood before a projected virtual screen, looking at the mist-shrouded planet before them.

The leader, whose expression was indifferent and whose brow bore a scale, was Qing Cang, who had come to the Scarlet Thunder Star at his master’s command.

“The Nethermist concentration is actually 52%,” the young girl beside him remarked in surprise, looking at the data on the side of the screen. “That concentration is terrifying. Their lifespan will be directly cut by half, and the stronger they are, the more their lifespan is reduced.”

She wore a dark gray combat suit that accentuated her graceful figure.

Qing Cang consulted the data: “Ten years ago, the concentration was already 50%. No wonder the previous exploration team, whose ship suffered an accident and whose protective suits were damaged, were forced to face the Nethermist directly and left quickly after not staying long.”

Another blue-haired young man couldn’t help but say, “Then they were too unlucky. With the Nethermist clinging to them, the cost of cleaning it up upon returning would be considerable, enough to ruin them.”

As he spoke, a glimmer of longing flashed in his eyes: “That’s good for us, Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, a Morning Star-tier professional, whose spiritual energy is scattered here.”

“Lan Hao—” The girl next to him glanced over, “Hearing you say that, you’re already confident of victory, aren’t you? Congratulations in advance.”

“Lin Yue—” Lan Hao chuckled lightly, “I said ‘us,’ not just me. I’m just a crimson talent, not comparable to you, nor to Wan Chen.”

“Spirit is unpredictable; sufficient talent is enough. What’s the use of being too high?” The young man leaning against the wall shook his head faintly. “What’s more, since the natives of this planet can gain recognition, the difficulty certainly won’t be too high.”

“One of us three will surely be chosen.”

The three exchanged pleasantries, showing mutual deference.

Qing Cang acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing, “According to previous data, this planet is divided into four cities, with Ying Feng City being the strongest. Let’s go talk to them first.”

“Strongest, how strong?” Lan Hao asked, hearing this.

“It has produced an eight-tier professional, and five seven-tier professionals,” Qing Cang said, “though they are all single-profession.”

“Oh?” The three were surprised. Lan Hao couldn’t help but ask, “That’s already impressive, and it’s also the home planet of that ancient king’s junior brother. Why didn’t the Royal Court incorporate it into its rule?”

“This is already the boundary of the Dust Star Sea, and such a high concentration of Nethermist is difficult to dispel,” Qing Cang shook his head, “Moreover, there are traces of more than one Demonic God active here.”

“Demonic Gods?” The trio’s expressions shifted slightly. Lin Yue couldn’t help but say, “And more than one? This planet—it still exists.”

“That’s the unusual part,” Qing Cang said as the spacecraft gradually entered the atmosphere.

The next day, Su Chen received a notification from Xia Hanshi, but the meeting place was not his home, but a public training room under martial law.

When Su Chen arrived, Teng Liang was already waiting there. Seeing him, he nodded in greeting.

“Senior Brother—” Su Chen greeted, tentatively asking, “About that Faceless Divine Son matter—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Teng Liang glanced at him. He had been a bit speechless then, but hadn’t paid much attention to it since.

“Leaving aside the Divine Son, it takes dozens or hundreds of years for one to be born. To make him feel fear, I, Teng Liang, have not lived in vain.”

He said a few more words, seemingly not wanting Su Chen to feel any burden because of it.

Su Chen remained silent for a moment, then said, “He won’t have a chance to trouble you.”

Teng Liang paused, then said, “Master is waiting for you.”

—

Su Chen nodded and walked into the public training room. As soon as he pushed open the door, his expression froze. The huge training room was now densely packed with various bizarre artifacts and statues.

There were Black Buddha statues sitting cross-legged with lowered heads, crimson statues with wings and three faces, immensely corpulent Dark Plague statues covered in festering sores, and foxes with three tails but human faces.

They were all arranged in categories.

“Good heavens—” Su Chen swallowed, there were as many as five Black Buddha statues, and even the “Plague Statues,” of which there were fewer, numbered two.

The Black Buddha’s bizarre artifacts were the most numerous, easily numbering over fifty at a glance. This was partly because he was the most active here in Ying Feng, and also because of the Black Buddha’s modus operandi: retreating if things weren’t feasible, rarely overturning the table.

“Are you sure about this?” Xia Hanshi appeared beside Su Chen at some point. Thoughts are thoughts, but actually bringing these things out and placing them in front of him made even him feel a bit unnerved.

“I should be fine,” Su Chen said, shaking his head. He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Be careful. If there’s any anomaly, tell me immediately,” Xia Hanshi reminded him. After Su Chen’s last prediction.

He had also observed for a period, including the Court of Judgment’s corruption detection, which Su Chen also attended as usual, without any abnormalities.

But these things before them were indeed terrifying.

“Okay.” Su Chen took a deep breath, then stepped forward, starting with the Black Buddha statues.

However, the first statue had nothing, it was too clean, probably the one he had absorbed last time.

The second statue had two portions of mid-tier Black Buddha power lingering, and the third one even directly absorbed a portion of Black Buddha essence, likely the statue from Cliff Mountain.

The fourth one, however, was a portion of high-tier Black Buddha power, which was quite good.

After absorbing the statues, Su Chen proceeded to absorb the remaining strange artifacts one by one, leaving none behind this time, a total of fifty-two pieces.

After absorbing them, he stood still, his brows furrowed,

not moving for a long time.

“How do you feel?” Xia Hanshi asked.

“Nothing—” Su Chen shook his head, “I vaguely saw some scenes. Many Black Buddha believers were gathered together, and I don’t know what they were doing.”

He then said regretfully, “There are no other distinguishing marks, so I can’t pinpoint the location.”

Xia Hanshi wasn’t surprised. From the last prediction, it was clear that Su Chen’s ability also had significant limitations.

If it weren’t for the distinct feature of a one-armed middle-aged man, it would have taken a lot of time to find that group of people from Gujiang City.

“Continue—” He seemed to be telling himself, and also Xia Hanshi.

“Not resting?” Xia Hanshi was a bit worried.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Su Chen said. Seeing this, Xia Hanshi said no more, watching Su Chen pass by statue after statue, artifact after artifact.

Until all the statues and artifacts were completely absorbed, Su Chen, looking somewhat unsteady, sighed helplessly, “Teacher, all I saw were ambiguous scenes; I couldn’t be of any help.”

“No matter.” Xia Hanshi, however, didn’t think so, and instead said, “At least, it can indirectly prove that Ying Feng should be much safer.”

“Moreover, while it seems ambiguous now, perhaps one day, it can be linked to some information.”

Hearing this, Su Chen couldn’t help but feel emotional. “Old Xia,” he thought, “don’t worry, when I’m capable, I’ll clean up this planet thoroughly, leaving no trace of filth.”

Xia Hanshi asked him to stay and observe for a while longer. Su Chen had no objection. Teng Liang brought people in to clean up the scene, and seeing the empty bizarre artifacts, he was secretly astonished.

“This time, we’ve really hit the jackpot.”

Su Chen sat to the side, looking at the panel, restraining his facial expressions to avoid making Old Xia think he was contaminated.

On it, apart from the Dark Plague, there was one essence from each of the various Demonic Gods. There were too few items related to this particular Demonic God; there was only one statue.

As for the low-tier divine power, on average, there were over forty portions of each kind, and scattered amounts of mid-tier divine power were also absorbed.

Su Chen rubbed his fingers, “Let’s first test what these divine powers actually do.”