My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Heavy Difficulties

Previously, the Sage and Scholar professions had three requirements, but Psionist only had two. Su Chen didn’t feel happy about this.

In a way, this might mean that these two requirements could be even more difficult.

“Underworld?” Su Chen’s gaze swept over the second requirement and he saw the place where the Whispering Trial led to was called the Underworld.

“Another Whispering Trial?” Su Chen felt a shiver down his spine.

He had managed to avoid the Lord of Oracles, but now another one appeared.

Other requirements could be fulfilled by trying somehow, but the Whispering Trial made him feel very insecure.

That Underworld was truly sinister. He had entered it three times and seen Demonic Gods twice.

[Upon the arrival of the Psionist, the Red Flame Thunder God expressed its highest respect, reducing the requirements for the profession from three Essence of Spirituality to one.]

As usual, the Great Venerable gave face, and regrettably, the Psionist was sensible and did not refuse to give face.

Although the requirement for integrating the Essence of Spirituality was reduced from three to one, he still had to go to the Underworld.

Afterwards, more information appeared on the panel:

[Upon obtaining the Psionist profession, the Psionists, Sages, Scholars, and Saints cheered with joy. The path of the Immaculate can now advance, only needing to obtain the Power User profession to undergo sublimation.]

“…Power User…” Su Chen looked at the pop-up panel. Although it was still not enough, it revealed the name of the last profession.

“It’s the Essence of Spirituality.” Sang Hanhai also leaned over and took a look, shaking his head, “Difficult.”

“What is the Essence of Spirituality?” Su Chen asked, having never heard of it.

“It’s a special material born in the Underworld, originating from places piled with a large number of mental remains, very beneficial to a professional’s mental body,” Sang Hanhai explained.

Su Chen asked the crucial question, “Is that thing easy to find?”

Sang Hanhai glanced at him. “What do you think? The Underworld is mysterious and full of dangers. A big reason why Psionists are rare is that it’s difficult to get past the trouble of the Whispering Trial.”

Seeing Su Chen’s worried expression, Sang Hanhai grinned again, “However, the Whispering Trial is the Whispering Trial, and finding things in the Underworld is finding things. They are different.”

“Hmm?” Su Chen’s spirits lifted, and he looked over.

Pu Zhenghong took over the conversation, “The Underworld, as we call it, is like the shadow of the world, two sides of the same coin.”

“Preliminary speculation is that it’s a place where life’s spiritual bodies are annihilated. Entering it with a living spiritual body is like dropping a red-hot iron into cold water.”

“And the reason the Whispering Trial is a trial is because it forcefully expands mental aura on a large scale to induce greater danger.”

“In the Whispering Trial, the spiritual body is uncontrolled, and time, space, everything is blurred. You can’t predict what you’ll encounter.”

“So that’s how it is…” Su Chen immediately understood. Entering the Underworld under normal circumstances would not be like in the Whispering Trial, stumbling and encountering Demonic Gods, greatly reducing the danger.

Pu Zhenghong continued, “Without undergoing the Whispering Trial, you can also use external means to conceal your mental aura, further reducing the risk of being discovered.”

However, seeing Su Chen visibly relaxed, he couldn’t help but warn, “Don’t let your guard down because of this. The Underworld is not a good place after all. Stay there too long, and you yourself might be assimilated.”

“Moreover, there are also frenzied creatures of the Underworld, each capable of easily killing you.”

Su Chen naturally had experienced the danger of that place long ago and didn’t think finding the Essence of Spirituality would be an easy task.

Sang Hanhai shook his head, “Essence of Spirituality is rare and beneficial to creatures in the Underworld, making it hard to find.”

“And each time you enter the Underworld, the location is different, making it difficult to search continuously. It’s basically a matter of luck. Given the dangers of the Underworld, let alone low-tier professionals, even high-tier ones are unwilling to enter without a good reason.”

It’s so troublesome, Su Chen couldn’t help but ask, “Did Hong Xuan from Yuandu also take up this profession?”

Sang Hanhai’s expression was quite serious: “Not only Psionist, I estimate he also took up Scholar and Sage, which allowed him to achieve unprecedented Scarlet talent.”

“How did Yuandu find the Essence of Spirituality in the Underworld then? Is there some secret?” Su Chen mused.

Sang Hanhai sneered, “Perhaps it was with the help of the Demonic God cult.”

“Enough,” Pu Zhenghong chastised. Such unsubstantiated remarks, if said too much, could easily put them in the wrong. “Perhaps it’s Yuandu’s unique method.”

Su Chen’s heart stirred, “Can the Demonic God Cult still exert influence in the Underworld?”

“Of course,” Sang Hanhai, having been reprimanded, spoke in a much lower voice. “The Underworld is suspected to be the true location of the Demonic God itself. Many methods used by the Demonic God cultists rely on the Underworld, and even the creatures within the Underworld dare not provoke them.”

“There’s such a thing.” Su Chen was quite surprised. Could he also pass through unhindered by disguising himself as another priest?

Thinking about it, he asked again, “Have you two heard of any similar professions to Psionist or Sage, like Berserker or Power User?”

Pu Zhenghong and Sang Hanhai exchanged glances and smiled almost simultaneously, “Such professions are not that easy to find.”

“If there really are any, they’re probably in that relic. All the Sacred Statues that record these professions were unearthed from that relic.”

The relic left by the last person who became a Great Venerable?

He pondered, then took his leave, not forgetting to remind them as he went,

“Old Pu, Old Sang, if you get any powerful professions from Yuandu that meet my standards, remember to let me know.”

Sang Hanhai pointed at him, “You still haven’t forgotten this. Don’t worry, you’ve contributed today. If there’s any powerful profession, you won’t be left out.”

Su Chen then turned and left. Sang Hanhai’s expression became serious, and he looked at Pu Zhenghong with worry, “Yuandu wants the Saint profession so badly, and they also want to enhance Hong Xuan’s talent. Their goal is probably that profession.”

“So what?” Pu Zhenghong retorted.

Sang Hanhai said in a deep voice, “Then we certainly cannot let Yuandu succeed. The bloody war only stopped ten years ago, and my father and your father both died at the hands of Yuandu people.”

Pu Zhenghong fell silent for a moment, then sighed, “We only possess a fragment of a stone slab, and we don’t even know the name of that profession. We can’t obstruct them just by saying so.”

“Besides…” Pu Zhenghong stopped there, shook his head, and walked out.

…

The reception area, usually deserted. People from lower-tier cities weren’t qualified to stay here. It was built specifically for the other three cities, and usually, no one was seen for a year or two.

Tang Chen stepped out of the hovercar with a gloomy face. When he met people from Yuandu who greeted him on the road, he said nothing and went straight to a room in the reception area.

Knocking on the door and entering, Wu Chenpei in the room saw Tang Chen’s gloomy face and immediately understood, “Failed?”

“Mm,” Tang Chen nodded heavily.

“The Translation Department has learned its lesson. We tricked them once last time, so it’s normal for them not to fall for it again,” Wu Chenpei said, shaking his head, having anticipated this. “I thought that with Pu Zhenghong here this time, they would have the confidence to bet again.”

“It’s not that they didn’t bet.” Tang Chen’s face grew even uglier. “Our trick was discovered. The Translation Department will likely report it to the Council of Elders soon and demand an explanation from us.”

“Discovered?” A hint of surprise flashed across Wu Chenpei’s face. “Discovered that the Sacred Stone didn’t record a profession? How is that possible?”

“Chief Heituo swore that no one could discover it.” “Damn it!” Tang Chen gritted his teeth, “I don’t know what happened, but it was spotted. Pu Zhenghong even wants to call in people from the other two cities to witness and decipher it together.”

“So certain.” Wu Chenpei hadn’t expected it, and his brow furrowed. “Pu Zhenghong is getting more and more cunning. Has he really found some clues from his study of the Divine Language? He’s only a Tier 5 professional.”

“Not only that,” Tang Chen snorted coldly. “Pu Zhenghong somehow called out a young man and deliberately let a kid expose us, slapping our faces.”

He had figured it out on the way. Pu Zhenghong’s move was too vicious; it was revenge for being blocked at the door last time.

Moreover, if he said something wrong, he could push the blame to that young man. He was truly cunning.

“Young man?” Wu Chenpei didn’t take it seriously, sighing, “This is troublesome now.”

The Translation Department simply refusing the bet, they still had a backup plan, but being caught cheating, the difficulty of obtaining the Saint profession would likely increase exponentially.

The key was that the backup plan couldn’t be used, and not only that, they also had to resolve the trouble left over from the last bet.

“How about your side?” Tang Chen paced impatiently, asking Wu Chenpei.

“Chong Jingtian refused,” Wu Chenpei said.

“Short-sighted,” Tang Chen also wasn’t surprised. “If it weren’t for the sudden discovery of royal court members ten years ago, Chongjingtian would have always been a hawk, insisting on unifying our three cities.”

“Threats are imminent, yet they don’t seize the lifeline.”

Wu Chenpei said indifferently, “Unless Chong Jingtian is made to see reality, he will certainly not compromise. He would rather put his Tribunal members through the wringer one by one than agree to us.”

“The Tribunal…” Tang Chen shook his head, “Chong Jingtian will never understand what we sacrificed to cultivate Hong Xuan.”

“He’ll understand soon enough,” Wu Chenpei said calmly. “I heard he set up a challenge arena last year, which is quite interesting. I’ll have Hong Xuan go and try it out.”

When they came, they had already made preparations. Regardless of whether Chong Jingtian agreed or not, they had a way to achieve their goal.

Thinking about it, Tang Chen’s expression darkened again, but the discovery of that Sacred Stone was truly unexpected, and he asked in a low voice, “Then the Saint profession?”

The trick was discovered, and the backup plan was unusable, so they had to come up with a new solution.

Wu Chenpei seemed to have an idea, “Also on this arena, it’s nothing more than letting Hong Xuan be wilder.”

…

When Su Chen returned to his residence, Gu Bing was already waiting for him at the door.

“How is it?” Su Chen pushed the door open and asked.

Gu Bing followed, helplessly saying, “We’ve asked every family and institution, big and small, in Ying Feng. The least contaminated Thunder God’s Eye we found still had three-tenths of its blood congested.”

“Three-tenths congested? That won’t do…” Su Chen shook his head, inviting Gu Bing to sit on the sofa. Zero had already served him tea according to habit.

The so-called Eye of the Thunder God was actually taken from a Tier 4 mutated species called a “One-eyed Thunder Beast.”

The One-eyed Thunder Beast had no hair, its entire body covered in scales imbued with lightning elements. It had six legs and only one eye on its head, with no other organs.

It lived in an area covered by thunderstorms year-round, and its primary attack method relied on the vertical eye on its forehead, which could emit extremely powerful lightning beams.

But once it attacked, the vertical eye would become congested.

After death, blood stops flowing, and the stagnant blood in the vertical eye merges with it, becoming inseparable. This tainted blood greatly interferes with the value of the vertical eye.

A clear Eye of the Thunder God must be obtained by killing the beast directly without it having attacked.

This requires overwhelming strength, and the One-eyed Thunder Beast is a Tier 4 mutated species. Its size gives it a natural advantage in combat, and even ordinary Tier 4 professionals cannot defeat it.

In addition, this creature is a herd animal, living in areas advantageous to itself. Once an enemy is detected, the entire pack attacks.

At least a Tier 5 professional is needed to obtain its vertical eye, but there will always be some contamination. A clear Eye of the Thunder God has not appeared in Ying Feng for several years.

“There’s really none in the city, no one should be hiding it,” Gu Bing said helplessly.

I’ll have to ask someone to get it for me. Su Chen’s eyes flickered. The only Tier 5 professional he had a good relationship with right now was Senior Brother Teng Liang.

Asking him for help, he certainly wouldn’t refuse, but while the Eye of the Thunder God was easy to obtain, a clear one was more troublesome.

Teng Liang’s giant transformation was powerful, but it would also cause a lot of commotion.

“It would be best to have a Tier 5 professional skilled in concealment, assassination, or special restraint abilities, or a Tier 6 professional for direct碾壓 (overwhelming suppression).” Su Chen scanned his mind for targets but found none.

As for Tier 6, there was no need to think about it. They were all Judges, and Chong Jingtian would need a suitable reason to dispatch them.

“Or find a few more Tier 5 professionals.” Su Chen pondered, asking Gu Bing, “Generally, what’s the cost of asking a Tier 5 professional to act?”

Gu Bing pondered, “Tier 5 professionals are already at the department head level in the Tribunal, and deputy directors in the Security Division. They are important figures, so personal favors account for a large part of their actions.”

Such people would never lack money; it’s more about “face.”

“Owing a favor, huh.” Su Chen thought about it. He could contact Cheng Lang, but that guy might not be willing to make a trip from Ying Feng for him.

“I’ll ask Senior Brother Teng Liang in a few days. There will always be a way.” Su Chen thought, then asked Gu Bing, “How long does it take to get to the place where the One-eyed Thunder Beasts live from Ying Feng?”

“The closest place is ‘Wind Thunder Gorge,’ and it would take about two months for a round trip,” Gu Bing pondered.

After getting the specific time, Su Chen thoughtfully chatted with Gu Bing for a bit longer, then learned something unexpected.

“The Wei family contacted you, wanting to sell some of their assets to me at a reduced price?”

“Yes,” Gu Bing nodded. “Not just you, they also contacted Wei Yu Fan and the others. However, we can acquire a substantial share. The Wei family was bound to shrink a part of their assets sooner or later. Their current thought is probably to maintain some goodwill.”

“Coupled with the past disputes between Judge Wei and Old Xia, so… do you want to take it?”

Wei Yin Shuo was dead, Chu Xuan was dead, but Xia Hanshi and Su Chen were still alive, leaving the Wei family no choice but to prepare.

“Take it then,” Su Chen said casually. As long as the Wei family didn’t court death, he couldn’t be bothered to fight with them. “After you take it, you can help me manage it.”

Gu Bing nodded.

(End of this chapter)