My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 189

Su Chen received the notification and arrived early at the Central Building to wait.

The nearby areas had been cleared. Chong Jingtian and others were already there. Seeing him arrive, they nodded slightly, motioning for him to wait aside.

Only Zhou Yanwu and Shi Yunzhou still followed.

“The remaining two are probably waiting for Wu Chenpei,” Su Chen muttered to himself. Not long after, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw a group of people approaching from afar.

His gaze immediately fell on the middle-aged man with scales on his forehead, dressed in a pale blue robe. He had never seen this style on Scarlet Thunder Star; it felt more like an ancient person from his previous life.

The other’s gaze also fell directly on him. Instantly, Su Chen felt a heavy sensation in his heart, as if he had been targeted by something, extremely oppressive.

But this feeling was quickly brushed away, as if nothing had been discovered. The other person had already walked in, with many guards standing outside the door. “Is he the one who was recognized?” After Qing Cang greeted Chong Jingtian and the others, he looked at Su Chen with interest.

Wan Chen cast a scrutinizing gaze, Lan Hao briefly glanced before looking away, and Lin Yue’s eyes lit up, “He’s quite handsome.”

“Indeed,” Chong Jingtian nodded. “Su Chen, this is Lord Qing Cang.”

“Lord Qing Cang,” Su Chen respectfully said.

“Hmm.” Qing Cang nodded, seemingly quite interested in him. “How old are you? What tier? What levels were your previous professions? How’s your talent?”

“Uh—” Su Chen pondered for a moment. These details probably didn’t need to be hidden. He candidly replied, “Twenty years old, Four-tier Professional, with Five-tier professions at the first, second, third, and fourth levels.” (Translator’s Note: Original text implies he has mastered professions from level 1 to 4 to their peak.)

At this, Qing Cang’s eyes lit up, and Wan Chen and the other two were quite surprised. At this age, such a configuration would require considerable resources even in the Royal Court. Of course, to become a great figure, this was also fundamental, but this was, after all, a planet far from the Royal Court.

This was likely the core figure that Ying Feng had painstakingly nurtured since childhood.

“Truly top-tier—” Chong Jingtian’s prediction was confirmed, but he wasn’t too surprised. Zhou Yanwu’s gaze swept over, wondering what he was thinking.

“As for talent, it’s twin dark green jade—”

This was Scarlet Thunder Star’s standard of measurement. Su Chen thought the other party might not understand, but he noticed the light in Qing Cang’s eyes dim slightly.

Only twin dark green jade? It’s probably just a single spiritual dragon that barely favored him.

Qing Cang couldn’t help but feel disappointed. If one of his talents had been crimson, he would have immediately made an offer.

But twin dark green jade was still a bit lacking.

However, his foundation was quite good. After a brief period of contemplation, he decided to consider Su Chen’s other qualities, such as his character, before making a decision.

Twin dark green jade, Wan Chen also lost interest, and Lin Yue glanced at him with regret.

Su Chen, however, was thinking about something else. This talent standard seemed universal; the Royal Court also seemed to be using this system.

Moreover, this guy hadn’t asked him how many dragons he had or such. He probably made a judgment based on his talent.

Su Chen naturally did not say more, standing aside.

Qing Cang’s interest waned a bit, so he didn’t continue asking. He looked at Chong Jingtian, “Where is the spirituality?”

Chong Jingtian had been observing their subtle expressions, inferring their thoughts. Upon hearing the question, he said, “Please wait a moment.”

“It’s impossible to completely block perception this time, right?” Su Chen muttered to himself. He watched as Chong Jingtian took a few steps forward and gently stomped his foot.

The floor of the hall, originally made of stone slabs, rippled like water, and symbols lit up. Silently, an underground passage slowly opened, the same metal corridor they had walked through last time.

“It was here all along—” Su Chen watched, speechless. Last time, Chong Jingtian had sealed their five senses and made various noises, seemingly just taking them on a detour before returning.

“Formation—” Qing Cang was focused on something else, thoughtfully observing. This place was very well developed.

Wan Chen and the other two, however, were already impatient and paid no mind to anything else.

Chong Jingtian led the way, and everyone followed closely. Su Chen and the three young people lagged behind.

“Wan Chen—” The broad-faced young man introduced himself and then pointed to the other two. “Lin Yue, Lan Hao.”

The girl named Lin Yue nodded at him, while Lan Hao merely looked straight ahead.

“They should have already told you, you’ll need to leave with us soon,” Wan Chen said. “At that time, you’ll definitely enter the Bronze Cult.”

Bronze Cult? Su Chen couldn’t help but be curious, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

Wan Chen then sent out a mental wave, reminding him, “Teacher Qing seems to want to take you as a disciple. You should seize this opportunity.”

Su Chen looked at him in surprise, but merely nodded to show he understood.

“So calm?”

Wan Chen couldn’t help but be surprised. Did he not know Qing Cang’s strength and status?

That shouldn’t be the case; they had already revealed a lot of information, enough for him to deduce it.

“Not arrogant, not impatient, quite steady, good—” Qing Cang, walking ahead, secretly nodded.

“This guy’s address is a bit strange, I wonder if he’s that Qing Cang’s disciple,” Su Chen conjectured.

Everyone quickly reached the end of the corridor. Chong Jingtian pushed open the stone door, and the electric arc-filled red mist still surged as before.

Wan Chen and the other two’s eyes immediately became extremely fervent, as if each of them wanted to rush in, yet they simultaneously restrained themselves.

Chong Jingtian stood to one side. Wu Chenpei had once said that only those native to Scarlet Thunder Star could gain the recognition of this spirit.

Not long ago, he had asked Hong Xuan why he was able to gain recognition, and Wu Chenpei said it was a hidden method. Hong Xuan had been dormant in Chih-lei for ten years for this very reason.

“Perhaps these people also have their methods—”

As the thought arose, ripples spread from Qing Cang’s palm. A transparent mechanical bottle, composed of countless precise gears, silently appeared. Inside the bottle, yellowish-brown mist churned unceasingly.

Three delicate streams of mist then split off,缠绕 the bodies of the three individuals, making a rustling sound like flowing sand. Yellowish-brown patterns swiftly condensed on the surface of their clothes.

“This spiritual energy was born on Scarlet Thunder Star and has a natural affinity for its aura, so this is a slight disguise,” Qing Cang explained, quite thoughtfully.

“I see—” Chong Jingtian suddenly understood, feeling even more helpless.

“Lin Yue, you go first,” Qing Cang said. “According to their accounts, this half of the spirit can only be acknowledged, it won’t be too troublesome.”

Trouble? What does that mean? Su Chen’s heart stirred.

“Yes.” Lin Yue was already impatient and quickly walked into the mist.

Just as Hong Xuan had entered it, ripples soon appeared, and two small red dragons formed.

“Favored by two spiritual dragons, very good—” Qing Cang nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over Chong Jingtian and the others. Just as he was about to explain to them, he realized that their reactions were all very calm.

He immediately sensed something was wrong. Logically, even if the people here had witnessed a scene where a spiritual dragon bestowed its favor, they should still have had a thought like, “Two dragons actually appeared?”

But now, their reaction was so calm. Could it be—

“By the way, I forgot to ask earlier, how many spiritual dragons recognized Su Chen and the other person recognized by the spirit?” Qing Cang asked casually, as if he had just remembered.

“Both are like this, two—” Chong Jingtian already had a prepared answer, and he also expressed his confusion at the opportune moment, “Does this little dragon have other numbers?”

“Two? How can it be two—” Qing Cang looked at Su Chen with surprise and uncertainty, his voice a little louder.

Chong Jingtian thought, “Oh no, did I say too much?”

He had almost said one, but that was too few. He was also afraid that Su Chen wouldn’t be taken seriously, so he settled for the same number as Hong Xuan.

Two spiritual dragons, that shouldn’t be possible—Wan Chen’s brows furrowed slightly, and Lan Hao, who was about to act, couldn’t help but look over.

Su Chen’s heart tightened. Qing Cang was observing him, seemingly pondering why such a situation had occurred.

“Then there’s only one possibility—” He pondered, “That is, highly compatible with the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, to gain the favor of two spiritual dragons with dark green jade talent.”

“What a pity—” He shook his head. Even with compatibility, it was useless. A Morning Star tier profession could only be held by one person, and the dark green jade talent was still too low.

“So that’s how it is—” Wan Chen averted his gaze. Although he was compatible with the profession, it was only the favor of two spiritual dragons, which wasn’t considered a threat.

Lan Hao was already fixated on the red mist.

“It seems okay—” Chong Jingtian’s tensed nerves relaxed. Seeing Qing Cang’s good attitude, he couldn’t help but ask, “Isn’t this a good thing?”

Qing Cang explained, “No matter how many people are recognized, only one can take up the position. No amount of compatibility can make up for the gap in talent.”

Then, he became somewhat interested in the deceased man. “What kind of talent did the other recognized person have?”

“Also twin dark green jade.” Chong Jingtian didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Ah, I see.” Qing Cang immediately lost interest in asking further, merely sighing, “Your planet has quite a few talented individuals.”

At this moment, Lin Yue had already emerged from the mist, evidently somewhat disappointed. With only two spiritual dragons favoring him, it would be difficult to become the chosen one.

Chong Jingtian snapped out of his thoughts, sighing inwardly. When Hong Xuan had emerged with two dragons manifested, he had been so full of vigor.

“This spiritual energy—it’s incomplete.” Lin Yue said, somewhat unwillingly, “When they merge, I want to try again.”

“Naturally.” Qing Cang nodded, then called Lan Hao forward. Just like Lin Yue, two dragon shadows appeared.

“There’s still hope—” Lan Hao, however, wasn’t disappointed. Instead, he seemed relieved.

“What about the talents of these few?” Chong Jingtian tentatively asked.

“Lin Yue is better, twin crimson; Lan Hao is a bit worse, only his physical body has crimson talent.” Qing Cang’s demeanor remained consistently gentle.

“As for Wan Chen—” he looked at Wan Chen, who had already entered the red mist. Amidst the swirling mist, three spiritual dragons emerged. Only then did he say, “His physical talent is profound purple.”

Profound purple—Su Chen’s heart skipped a beat. He wondered if this guy was born with it or cultivated it later.

Chong Jingtian and the other two were speechless, profound purple—

But seeing that the scene only showed the manifestation of three dragons, and no unusual changes like Su Chen’s last time, Chong Jingtian realized that Su Chen’s previous situation was indeed extraordinary.

Lan Hao snorted coldly, and Lin Yue also turned her head away.

Wan Chen walked out with a vibrant expression, sweeping his gaze around. Qing Cang wore a look of contentment. The three local people seemed somewhat surprised, which was normal. As for Lan Hao and Lin Yue’s displeasure, he noticed it, and what surprised him somewhat was the still calm Su Chen.

“Is this guy—a poker face?” Wan Chen wondered inwardly.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll take this stone tablet first.” Without waiting for Chong Jingtian’s response, Qing Cang tossed out a silver metal block, which floated in mid-air. Four corners flew out, and every tooth groove flowed with a faint blue light.

They flew into the mist in precise geometric trajectories, and as the air surged, the void vibrated.

Under the solemn gazes of Chong Jingtian and the other two, the mist gradually contracted. Only then did they realize that it wasn’t contracting; the edges showed ripple-like distortions characteristic of space folding, gradually condensing into a palm-sized red crystal that fell into Qing Cang’s hand.

“This is the Royal Court’s technology—” Su Chen watched, his eyes gleaming with fascination.

“Where is the relic located? Please point it out.” Qing Cang asked directly. “After the relic was discovered, it was jointly sealed by our four cities. To open it, all four cities must cooperate,” Chong Jingtian explained.

Qing Cang, however, didn’t care. “Just tell us the location.”

“Can we go together? That way we can also gather the other three cities to discuss the plan you’ve provided,” Chong Jingtian asked again.

“Hmm—” Qing Cang pondered for a moment, then nodded. “That’s not a problem, you can come along.”

Leaving there, Chong Jingtian and the others hastily prepared. Qing Cang only gave them three days to prepare.

Su Chen, however, was somewhat anxious, fearing that Judge You Shan would not return before then.

Fortunately, just the next day, You Shan returned to the Court of Judgment. She had barely taken a sip of water when Su Chen approached her. “You want to see your lifefire?” She still carried the vast chill of the wilderness, her skin pale. “You’re still young, why would you want to see that?”

“They say the Nethermist is harmful—” Su Chen concocted a reason, saying he just wanted to estimate how much lifespan the Nethermist had cut off.

But the shock it brought to You Shan was considerable. The arrival of people from the Royal Court, the dangers of the Nethermist—it all overwhelmed her. It took her a while to react, nodding vaguely, “I understand. Notify the Professional Analysis Department and have them engrave the ‘Spirit Calming Array’ you need.”

“It’s already prepared,” Su Chen said. Following Su Chen, they arrived at his residence. A room on the second floor had been emptied, filled with countless flashing fluorescent symbols.

You Shan then came to her senses, suppressing other emotions, and said, “After touching the lifefire, it’s inevitable to ponder it day and night. Have you thought it through?”

Knowing one’s lifespan limit early on is not necessarily a good thing.

After Su Chen repeatedly assured her, she allowed him to enter the center of the formation. With mental energy guiding him, the general principle of this mechanism was to draw out the spiritual body or spiritual core, simulating the state of approaching death, and thereby touching the lifefire.

The formation was to stabilize the body, preventing any actual accidents.

A vast mental energy surged forth. From the very beginning, the Judge couldn’t help but be surprised, “You’ve already condensed a spiritual core?”

“By chance,” Su Chen replied.

You Shan was filled with emotions, while Su Chen’s consciousness, entrusted to the pulled-out spiritual core, looked at his body sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, secretly feeling a chill.

This time, it wasn’t just mental energy emanating; his consciousness, or “soul,” was truly pulled out. This feeling of being without support caused him a subconscious panic.

“Get ready.” You Shan said in a deep voice, her boundless spiritual energy swirling around Su Chen’s spiritual core, weaving into silver-white threads.

Through these silver-white threads, Su Chen saw that an invisible, grayish-white flame subtly rose on the surface of his body, seemingly on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.

123 years!

That was his remaining lifespan, free from illness, disaster, and worries.