My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 198

“Where did this come from?”

Surrounded by swirling Nethermist, within the glass bottle Su Chen held, scarlet electric arcs surged and collided like living things. The potion had a semi-transparent amber quality, with electric snakes constantly exploding into sparks inside.

Giving him a “double experience card” was one thing, but he didn’t expect it to also grant him a physical item. But where did this thing come from? Or was it created out of thin air by the panel?

[Punishment Thunder Potion (Special Item): Can directly complete the professional requirements related to雷attribute up to tier six.]

Directly completing designated requirements? Su Chen was quite surprised. “Up to tier six, meaning it can only be used on the main profession—not bad, not bad.”

He was very satisfied with this, and coupled with the various essences he held, if used appropriately, it could save him a lot of time and effort.

“Great Venerable, oh Great Venerable, I wonder what other good things you have hidden away,” Su Chen muttered, putting away the Punishment Thunder Potion for now.

His gaze then fell on the two newly acquired professions. He glanced at the remaining essences he had; they weren’t enough anymore.

There was only one Faceless Ghost essence. The Cunning Fox essence, which increased rewards, was gone, and there was only one Crimson One essence, which reduced difficulty.

In his recent inquiry, he had learned about the abilities of these two professions from Lan Hao.

The Enduring Walker could convert a portion of the damage they sustained into repair power, storing it and then releasing it after combat to heal their injuries.

The Nurturer, however, absorbed life essence from the target during battle to heal themselves.

The abilities of both professions were quite impressive. The Enduring Walker, in particular, could link with the “Life Burner.”

The injuries caused by the Life Burner could be partially restored, and then continue to burn, allowing for more self-enhancement.

However, the job requirements were not easy either.

“Fatal injuries are never simple,” Su Chen frowned. As a Professional, with continuous physical strengthening, his own recovery ability wasn’t low.

But fatal injuries could almost kill someone. Healing them took a considerable amount of time.

The only good thing about this requirement was that it didn’t specify the source of the fatal injury. It could be attempted under precise medical conditions, with no risk, purely a matter of time.

“I wonder how long it will take me to heal a fatal injury. Ten days, perhaps?” he speculated.

The Nurturer’s heart collection requirement didn’t seem too difficult, just needing a lot of manpower and resources.

“Now that it’s weakened to only a hundred hearts, Scarlet Thunder Star should be able to satisfy it.”

Compared to collecting hearts from different races, the most difficult part was requirement three, the Eternal Withered Flower.

According to Lan Hao’s explanation, this was a plant that grew in the Underworld, existing on the boundary between life and death, half-dead. To revive it.

It required spending time, drinking a large amount of life nectar, and then quickly drawing blood for cryopreservation. It was estimated that drawing blood back and forth ten to twenty times would be needed to get enough fresh blood.

The Lan Family had already taken on these professions countless times, and they had a set of effective procedures.

“Tsk—professional requirements are all sorts of strange. To even manage to assemble a Sacred Profession is a blessing.”

After coming into contact with Qing Cang and the others, Su Chen realized more and more how precious the panel was, and that not a single bit of information should be leaked.

“According to Lan Hao, the order for their family to take on the Phoenix Sacred Profession has always been like this. Since there’s an order, I’ll prepare for Enduring Walker first.”

Su Chen pondered. He knew too little about Sacred Professions. What Wan Chen told him were secrets that weren’t really secrets. It was better to follow the rules Lan Hao spoke of.

With the Faceless Ghost essence in hand, he used it directly.

[Faceless Ghost essence erodes Enduring Walker, causing it to enter a state of frenzy. Professional requirement two is removed.]

The requirement to heal fatal injuries was removed.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow. The Great Venerable also cut this requirement from the ring, which seemed to overlap somewhat.

However, when he received the essence, he already anticipated such a situation. Luck couldn’t always be perfect.

It was good enough that the first professional requirement, which he had already completed, wasn’t weakened. It still saved him a lot of time and effort.

“Then all that’s left is the Immortal Ancient Tree’s sap.” Su Chen’s gaze swept over it. “According to Lan Hao, this is the raw material for many potions, and the sect has large quantities stored, so it’s not too difficult. I wonder if Scarlet Thunder Star has any…”

Currently, the only usable essence was the Faceless Ghost’s. Any further operations would have to wait until the Power of the Strange Gods from other cities arrived for smelting.

Su Chen made a large circle in the Nethermist, returning to the gathering place from another direction. His speed was swift, and he entered the gathering place silently without a trace.

People moved to and fro, and Su Chen’s eyes flickered. The processing of his gains was almost complete, but there was still a troublesome matter at hand.

“Garrison Army…”

The arrival of the Royal Court was not good for him. If the spirituality of the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder were stolen, he would be at a loss.

But this was no longer a problem he could solve. The best situation would be to inform Qing Cang, but explaining the whole story would be troublesome.

This matter likely involved internal strife within the Bronze Sect. Even if he brought up Lan Hao, he might not be able to prove it and would only end up in hot water.

Moreover, he still maintained a certain level of caution towards Qing Cang; his trust wasn’t high.

Although everyone said that the other party would take him as a student, the person hadn’t spoken yet, probably still considering something.

And in this situation, since the other party hadn’t spoken, he naturally wouldn’t bring it up proactively. If it were that Ancient King, he might have jumped at the chance.

“But… there has to be a way to deal with this Royal Court business.”

Thoughts raced through his mind, Su Chen looked left and right, and blended into the crowd.

The sky gradually darkened. Lan Hao dragged the Golden-Maned Giant Wolf back. Aside from some torn clothes, there were no visible injuries on his body.

The Mist Cloak had extremely strong elasticity, and as long as it wasn’t subjected to strong external impacts, it was difficult to damage.

He casually tossed the Golden-Maned Giant Wolf into an area next to the gathering place. These days, the mutated creatures they brought back would be consumed by the gathering place.

The nearby guards showered him with respectful praise; with someone working for free, they naturally fawned over him.

Lan Hao had hypocritically responded a few times before, but today he was in a terrible mood and couldn’t be bothered to respond, walking straight to the spacecraft not far away.

Stepping onto the gangway, just as he was about to enter the cabin, he paused, his gaze turning back to the metal corridor that spewed scarlet flames, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

“That Demonic God follower was right, I can only swallow this matter.” Lan Hao’s expression flickered uncertainly, and he gritted his teeth, retracting his gaze.

He almost couldn’t find an entry point to tell Qing Cang about this matter. Say that there are Demonic God followers wandering outside?

This would only make Qing Cang order them not to go out again.

The Nethermist was vast and boundless. Even without mentioning that he was forced to reveal information about the Royal Court and professions, just mentioning that he was attacked would be useless.

Could he still expect Qing Cang to go out and look for the vanished Demonic God follower for him?

And even if they found him, what then?

“Forget it…” Lan Hao was helpless. After stepping into the cabin and treading on solid ground, he involuntarily felt a sense of surviving a disaster.

But immediately, he felt ashamed. In the past, within the sect, although he often sparred with others, he had never faced a true life-or-death crisis.

Just now, encountering a Demonic God follower and facing death, begging and crying out in pain, that disgraceful image made him unwilling to even think about it carefully.

“But why did this Demonic God follower come?” In a safe environment, Lan Hao couldn’t help but wonder, “Is he also trying to seize the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder?”

“It is said that when a professional’s spirituality sinks into the Underworld, they will become degenerate. After degeneration, they may be devoured by other Demonic Gods, or a new Demonic God may be born.”

“Demonic Gods are indeed eager for professions that give birth to spirituality and the chosen ones.”

“But he asked me many questions, yet he didn’t seem to pay much attention to the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder. Instead, he was very interested in my family’s Sacred Profession.”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. “The Demonic God followers on this barren planet, by all accounts, shouldn’t know much about outside information, but he knows almost everything about me.”

“Could it be that those natives colluded with the Demonic God followers?”

Lan Hao’s thoughts became increasingly active, and various speculations surfaced. Just then, someone suddenly called out to him, “How was it today?”

He paused, and looked up to see Wan Chen walking towards him.

Lan Hao’s face changed, and he said coldly, “It’s alright.”

He was too lazy to say more and left directly.

Wan Chen swept a glance at his back, his brows tightly furrowed. “He’s sick.”

He didn’t want to fall out with Lan Hao, but this guy seemed a little too foolish.

Seeing Wan Chen, Lan Hao thought of another matter.

“The Royal Court business has been known to that Demonic God follower. I wonder if it will cause any changes.”

His mind was hesitant and uncertain, but the Stone of the Underworld had already been snatched away, so he couldn’t inform Ni Chuan now.

In the end, he could only console himself, “That Demonic God follower couldn’t possibly inform Qing Cang. As long as Ni Chuan acts according to plan, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

“That Lan Hao, colluding with people from the Royal Court?”

In a room in the gathering place, Xia Hanshi looked at Su Chen with surprise, surrounded by a faint golden flame.

“I saw it with my own eyes,” Su Chen nodded solemnly.

Yes, this was the method he had thought of: first tell Old Xia, discuss how to get him out of it, and then tell Qing Cang.

However, after a moment of pondering, Old Xia asked meaningfully, “Why were you following him, and at such a close distance, the people from the Royal Court didn’t notice you?”

“Uh, didn’t you say last time that this Lan Hao wasn’t right?” Su Chen sidestepped the question, knowing Old Xia’s personality, he wouldn’t ask again.

Sure enough, Old Xia just glanced at him and skipped the topic, his expression flickering. “It seems the internal struggle within the Bronze Sect is quite severe.”

“Indeed, where there are people, there are disputes,” Su Chen couldn’t help but sigh.

Xia Hanshi frowned, “For us, it actually makes no difference who gets this Morning Star class profession.”

Su Chen’s expression froze. He suddenly realized that for Chong Jingtian and the others, if the Sacred Feast wasn’t resolved, they would likely end up without an intact corpse.

And Qing Cang hadn’t promised to resolve the Sacred Feast for them. Essentially, Chong Jingtian and the others were still under duress.

The Royal Court’s arrival might not be a second option.

But for Su Chen, if that complete spirituality were taken away by the Royal Court, would he have to defect to the Royal Court? And the Royal Court might not even let him see it.

“But…” Xia Hanshi’s tone shifted, and he added, “Qing Cang is a good person. Chong Jingtian has a good impression of him, and they have reached an agreement.”

Old Xia… Su Chen was speechless.

The Royal Court was no easy adversary, and Qing Cang had been relatively gentle so far. Scarlet Thunder Star, caught in the middle, had no capital to waver, and could only side with Qing Cang, who arrived first.

“I’ll go discuss it with Chong Jingtian later to see how to inform Qing Cang about this,” Old Xia took on the task.

Su Chen, somewhat curious, asked, “You just said that the Chief and Qing Cang reached an agreement. What agreement?”

“That agreement…” Xia Hanshi’s expression paused. With his personality, he even showed a hidden smile, “I actually have you to thank.”

“Me?” Su Chen was puzzled, but as Xia Hanshi explained, his expression gradually became strange.

In the end, he could only squeeze out a few words, “Truly making the best use of everything.”

Xia Hanshi had already left the room, leaving a message as he went, “Tianqing’s Power of the Strange Gods will arrive tomorrow, but since there are people from the Royal Court lurking outside, let them bring the item in.”

Su Chen had no objections.

Early the next morning, in Chong Jingtian’s room, Zhou Yanwu stared at him with an ashen face, gritting his teeth and saying, “What a Court of Judgment Chief, truly far-sighted and unscrupulous!”

Chong Jingtian remained expressionless, and Zhou Yanwu roared almost hysterically, “Are you afraid to admit what you’ve done?”

“Nothing to be afraid of,” Chong Jingtian calmly shook his head. “Since you’ve decided to leave, you might as well make one last contribution to Scarlet Thunder Star.”

“Contribution!” Zhou Yanwu’s forehead throbbed with bulging veins. “You’re selling us out to the Bronze Sect! For the next hundred years, we’ll have to work for them unconditionally!”

“And all that for what? Just so your Court of Judgment’s ‘seeds’ can enter the sacred hall?”

Zhou Yanwu truly hadn’t expected that Chong Jingtian would pull such a stunt at the last minute.

They indeed didn’t want to be buried with Scarlet Thunder Star, and they had long prepared for their status to decline once they entered a wider world.

But a decline in status was one thing; becoming someone’s slave was another.

“Are you really going to drag us down to be buried with this cursed planet?” Zhou Yanwu, furious upon learning this, then suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, “Previously, Yuandu proposed using the Chosen One to seize a chance of survival, and I cooperated with you in supporting Su Chen.”

“Now, with the Bronze Sect’s people arriving, Su Chen has no hope, yet you still won’t let us find our own way out.”

“Finding your own way out…” Chong Jingtian shook his head, with a hint of mockery, “If you can spit out everything Ying Feng has provided, I might be able to discuss it with Lord Qing Cang.”

“You…” Zhou Yanwu was enraged, and said coldly, “Then why don’t you make your Court of Judgment’s seeds spit out everything Ying Feng has provided?”

“They are different.” Chong Jingtian shook his head and paused before saying, “They are the sparks.”

Zhou Yanwu almost vomited blood, wanting to tear the person in front of him apart. But in the end, he could only squeeze out a few words from his throat: “I don’t agree.”