My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 191

“Already – Scarlet Thunder Star?” The Bronze Figurine’s mouth emitted an old voice, seemingly confused. “The NetheRmist concentration here is so high, and my connection with the main body is very vague.”

“Reporting, Master, it’s 52%–” Qing Cang replied respectfully.

“No wonder.” The Bronze Figurine understood. “But did you obtain the spirituality?”

“Reporting, Master–” Qing Cang was very obedient, lowering his head: “His professional spirituality was split into two. I only obtained half, and the other half is in the ruins left by Senior Uncle. He will take me there soon.”

“Did my junior brother leave ruins behind?” The Bronze Figurine seemed quite surprised.

“I don’t know the specific situation. I can only investigate after reaching the ruins.” Qing Cang explained.

The Bronze Figurine pondered, instructing: “I understand. Do not easily destroy those ruins when we get there. Summon me out.”

This might delay things for a while, Qing Cang thought of the Sacred Feast, but after a slight hesitation, he nodded and said, “Understood.”

“What about those two recognized individuals?” The Bronze Figurine asked again.

“One of them is already dead,” Qing Cang said, then quickly explained, “He died before I arrived, probably due to internal strife.”

“The other is still alive, possessing Dual Ink Emerald Talent, but is quite compatible with the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, attracting the favor of two Dragons of Spirituality.”

“I plan to consider him. If his character is fine, I will take him as a disciple.”

He spoke in great detail, and the Bronze Figurine nodded, “I understand.”

Only these four words, no further questions were asked.

Qing Cang wasn’t surprised. The Master’s interest was only because two recognized individuals had emerged here.

But since there was nothing extraordinary, he naturally wouldn’t pay too much attention.

“However–” he cautiously said, “Among the people I brought, Wan Chen has attracted the favor of three Dragons of Spirituality and might have a chance to become the Chosen One. Would you consider him–”

“We’ll consider it then.” The Bronze Figurine shook his head, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into Qing Cang’s body.

Qing Cang sighed. His Master no longer took disciples. If Wan Chen could become the Chosen One, with their existing bond, he might still catch his Master’s eye.

Otherwise, simply having a Mysterious Purple physique, his Master wouldn’t even glance at him.

He couldn’t help but feel a little fortunate. Although his own talent wasn’t very high, when he followed his Master, his Master hadn’t yet become the Bronze Ancient King.

But thinking of this, Qing Cang’s face inevitably darkened again. “Master has been sitting idly on the Eternal Silent Stellar for a century, but his flames are growing weaker and weaker, I don’t know–”

In a room not far away, Lan Hao’s face was gloomy. “Three Dragons of Spirituality, this Wan Chen–”

Although he had expected it, witnessing it with his own eyes still filled him with despair.

“If he becomes the Chosen One, wouldn’t my father have to bow to his father?”

Lan Hao pondered, his hand reaching into his pocket several times, seemingly wanting to take something out, but withdrawing it each time.

“But I might not be without a chance. As long as I defeat him head-on, with two dragons challenging three, the spirits will naturally be disappointed in him–”

Lan Hao was indecisive. However, spirituality doesn’t solely depend on talent, and he hadn’t seen him in action for a long time, so he didn’t know the extent of his strength.

“It is said that his professional combination is almost complete, meticulously calculated by several analysts, and is a prelude to attaining a certain Sacred Position–”

He paced back and forth in the room. A hasty move, if it failed, would be self-inflicted humiliation.

“If someone were to test him for me first–”

A thought suddenly popped into Lan Hao’s mind, and he immediately seized it. Lin Yue’s figure instinctively appeared, but he shook his head, “But this woman is not a fool, and she probably wouldn’t act rashly.”

But this time, only the three of them came, and Lin Yue wouldn’t do it—

Suddenly, Lan Hao stopped in his tracks, and a dull figure abruptly appeared. “That one called—Su—Su Chen.”

“He has a good foundation, and perhaps he can glimpse Wan Chen’s methods. Although Wan Chen is already a five-tier Professional, if Qing Cang makes a move, the two might still be able to fight.”

“Furthermore, Qing Cang intends to take him as a disciple, which would make Wan Chen wary, allowing us to observe even more.”

The more Lan Hao thought about it, the more suitable it seemed. The only problem was how to incite Su Chen to challenge Wan Chen, which, in his opinion, was not a problem.

They had descended from the sky and snatched his spirituality. He didn’t believe that fellow had no resentment in his heart, and with the Sacred Feast approaching, a little exaggeration and instigation would surely make him rush forward.

“You want Yuandu, Lieyang, and Tianqing to bring all the Power of the Strange Gods they’ve stored to the ruins?”

In the Court of Judgment office, Chong Jingtian gasped, looking at Xia Hanshi in front of him, and angrily demanded, “Don’t remind me, I almost forgot. I was about to ask you where all that Power of the Strange Gods in the restricted library went. What have you done?”

This was no small matter. It was only because Xia Hanshi had killed Hong Xuan, and they had to deal with Wu Chenpei, and then encountered people from the Royal Court, which led Chong Jingtian to temporarily forget about it.

If it weren’t for these events, Xia Hanshi would have undoubtedly undergone scrutiny. Such a large amount of Power of the Strange Gods leaking out would be a huge problem.

If it weren’t for his self-proclaimed understanding of Xia Hanshi, who couldn’t possibly collude with the Demonic God sects, he would have been arrested immediately had it been anyone else.

“Do you think that Faceless Divine Son came to you on his own accord?” Xia Hanshi looked at the furious Chong Jingtian, his tone very calm.

“You mean–” Chong Jingtian was doubtfully surprised, “It’s Teng Liang who–”

Teng Liang? Xia Hanshi almost lost his composure, then remembered that before the Faceless Divine Son’s collapse, he had said some harsh words to Teng Liang.

Chong Jingtian and the others had all seen that recording.

But he was too lazy to explain further. It would be a waste of words. Chong Jingtian was a person who thought things over and had many concerns, and he might even need verification. Now, where was the time to argue with him? So, he simply said, “I just have one thing to say. Help me gather all the Power of the Strange Gods from the other cities. I might have a way to find those Demonic God believers who are preparing for the Sacred Feast somewhere.”

“You have a way?” Chong Jingtian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked urgently, “What way? Is it related to the Power of the Strange Gods?

That Faceless Divine Son? Was he found through this method?”

Xia Hanshi didn’t answer a series of questions, only saying, “Just tell me if you’ll reallocate them or not.”

“You–” Chong Jingtian was exasperated. He had a lot of things weighing on his mind, and Xia Hanshi was still being evasive with him. He couldn’t help but scold, “What time is it now, and you’re still hiding things from me? You expect me to reallocate so much Power of the Strange Gods with just a word.

“Not to mention how to negotiate with those people, just getting those things out of the heavily guarded restricted library, what if the followers of the Demonic God sense it and intercept them midway?”

“Then don’t transfer them.” Xia Hanshi didn’t waste words and got up to leave.

“Stand still!” Chong Jingtian was so angry his head was spinning, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xia Hanshi, unable to speak.

Xia Hanshi’s expression was indifferent. Even if Chong Jingtian died on the spot, he wouldn’t show the slightest emotional fluctuation.

After a long while, Chong Jingtian let out a long sigh, and wearily asked, “How confident are you?”

“Confident?” Xia Hanshi, hearing this, displayed an inexplicable anger, his face darkening, his voice also heightened slightly: “There are not so many confident things. I’ll ask you again, are you transferring them or not?”

Chong Jingtian was furious, but then he suppressed it, and said helplessly, “Understood. I will go talk to Wu Chenpei. I probably guessed what Yuandu is hiding, and they will agree.”

“We will jointly pressure Lieyang and Tianqing, and they will have no choice but to agree.”

Lieyang and Tianqing probably still didn’t know about the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder’s affairs. If the big two joined forces, no matter what they wanted to do, they would have to grudgingly agree.

“That’s your business, you don’t need to tell me.” Xia Hanshi had already reached the door, then stopped, and said coldly, “Many things we can’t change. Do your best and leave the rest to fate. If it works out, great. If not, it’s just death. Why think so much?”

Chong Jingtian was stunned, and Xia Hanshi had already left. His eyes were unfocused, and he gave a bitter smile.

He turned his head and looked through the French windows, just able to see the statue of the first Chief Judge standing in the square.

Three days passed in a flash. Ying Feng was almost ready. Chong Jingtian and Zhou Yanwu led the team to the ruins, with Xia Hanshi, Jiang Shumo, and Judge You as main members.

Then there was Su Chen, and Ming Lin followed.

The arrival of the Royal Court was still a secret, known to very few.

Ming Lin only learned about it before leaving and was greatly surprised, still not fully processing it.

After boarding the airship and heading outside the city, Ming Lin found Su Chen and said with a wry smile, “Given the situation, why am I still going to the ruins?”

“Judge You probably fears I’ll be taken away directly,” Su Chen guessed.

He didn’t have this concern. Qing Cang was selecting talented individuals, not cultivating enemies. Taking a few relatives and friends would not be troublesome, and it wouldn’t be impossible for him to return.

“Alas—there’s even a Royal Court—” Ming Lin was clearly deeply shaken, and couldn’t help but glance at Su Chen. “Did you know about the Royal Court’s existence all along? Is that why you didn’t bother to focus on the Court of Judgment itself?”

“I knew, but not much earlier than you.” Su Chen shook his head. “I just purely enjoy professional development.”

Ming Lin was speechless, but couldn’t help but feel envious. Being singled out and taken away was clearly different from being taken along.

“Those few haven’t returned yet. I wonder what Wei Yu Fan and the others will think when they find out. They’re probably still fretting over matters in the Court of Judgment.” Thinking of this, Ming Lin felt a little more at ease.

The group quickly reached their designated location, not too far from Ying Feng City. Qing Cang had no intention of riding Ying Feng’s spaceship, claiming it was too slow.

This made Su Chen a little worried. Old Xia had told him yesterday that Chong Jingtian had settled things with Yuandu, Lieyang, and Tianqing.

They would transport the stored Power of the Strange Gods to the ruins, but if the timing didn’t match, it would be a bit troublesome.

“So those are the people from the Royal Court.”

Ming Lin disembarked from the airship, quite curious, having never seen Qing Cang and the others before.

Su Chen, on the other hand, looked at the giant dark spaceship in front of him, like a small mountain. This was what he imagined a spaceship to be like: a streamlined structure, the hull covered in dark grey composite armor, its surface covered in overlapping patterns resembling biological scales.

Long wing panels extended from both sides of the bow, several anti-gravity engine nozzles were arranged on the underside of the ship, and a three-story Bridge structure towered in the middle of the ship, with diamond-shaped observation windows.

As the crowd ascended the gangway onto the spaceship, they couldn’t immediately discern any substantial difference from the ones they had previously ridden.

“Everyone, the rooms have been arranged.” Qing Cang gestured, and the staff prepared to lead them to their rooms.

“Your Excellency Qing Cang–” Su Chen suddenly spoke, asking in a low voice, “Do you have a Gravity Room in your rooms?”

“Gravity Room?” Qing Cang was slightly surprised.

“It’s equipment that can amplify gravity multiples and assist in professional development progress,” Su Chen explained. It hadn’t been a month since the Great Venerable’s favor.

His storage space was almost filled with auxiliary potions in the past two days. Ying Feng’s short-term production capacity had been used up by him, and he couldn’t waste time on the journey either.

“I know,” Qing Cang chuckled. He wasn’t surprised by this, but by Su Chen’s remembrance to continue developing his profession on the journey.

Two days ago, he had Wan Chen deliberately reveal his intention to take Su Chen as a student, but then ignored him for these two days to observe his reaction.

Now, it seemed he hadn’t been swayed. Mentioning the Gravity Room, even if it was a deliberate show, indirectly indicated his competitiveness.

It’s good to be competitive; without it, one might as well stay on this planet and wait to die. He found himself more and more satisfied.

“However, we don’t use Gravity Rooms.” Qing Cang pondered, “But we don’t have any spare ‘Spirit Pressure Rings’.”

“I’ll give mine to Brother Su Chen.” Lan Hao, standing nearby, suddenly spoke, pulling out a silver metal bracelet and handing it to Su Chen.

Lin Yue looked on in surprise, Wan Chen was quite taken aback, and even Qing Cang was somewhat astonished.

“This–” Su Chen hesitated.

“We’re all friends, just take it.” Lan Hao said generously, forcing it into Su Chen’s hand, and then added, “Come on, I’ll take you to your room.”

The guy’s sudden enthusiasm made Su Chen murmur to himself, while Ming Lin, standing by, grew even more envious.

Chong Jingtian and Qing Cang went to confirm the coordinates, and the others dispersed.

“Your Excellency Lan Hao–” Su Chen held the metallic bracelet, feeling quite heavy, and a panel notification appeared—

[Special Item—Spirit Pressure Ring: Engraved with precise symbols, it can create localized oppressive environments based on physical tolerance, while also activating spiritual activity.]

This item was excellent, equivalent to a portable Gravity Room and Spirit Realm Device, which he precisely needed.

“No need to be so polite. I’m two years older than you, just call me Brother Lan.” The two walked down the metallic corridor, and Lan Hao waved his hand, “We both have the favor of two Dragons of Spirituality, so we can be considered fated.”

“Brother Lan.” Su Chen followed suit. In any case, this guy had given him something good.

Lan Hao’s smile grew even wider, but he whispered, “To be honest, I feel a little ashamed. This Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, after all, was born on your planet, and we’re abruptly coming to take him away.”

“And the Sacred Feast, with the Demonic Gods lurking, and so many innocent people on this planet, I can’t help much either.”

What exactly does this guy want? Su Chen muttered to himself, but said, “The Morning Star class belongs to those with virtue, there’s nothing that should or shouldn’t be.”

“Those with virtue shall have it?” This guy makes so much sense, Lan Hao looked at him suspiciously, is he truly this composed, or just faking it?

He whispered, “Actually, two Dragons of Spirituality also have a chance to become the Chosen One. If you become the Chosen One, the crisis of the Sacred Feast can be resolved immediately.”

“Oh?” Su Chen raised an eyebrow, making a listening gesture.

“That is, to slay three dragons by himself,” Lan Hao said solemnly.