My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 200

“This is… the Condemnation Fire and Thunder Scarlet Cauldron.”

A scorching gale howled, making Qing Cang’s hair flutter. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his emotions couldn’t help but ripple.

Even a ninth-tier Professional was far inferior to a Morning Star tier, their life essence was fundamentally different. The weapons they used were also created at immense cost, their power extraordinary.

But his martial uncle, what kind of battle did he endure in his lifetime to be so severely damaged?

With a rumble, the broken Scarlet Cauldron stood tall on the earth, like a boundless metal mountain. The collapsed ground was smoothed by an invisible force, quickly becoming solid.

Amidst the boiling fire and thunder, even the surrounding mist receded somewhat, making the area unusually clear.

“This cauldron—” Su Chen secretly gasped. The true form of this thing was far beyond his imagination, impossibly large. If it were inverted, it could probably cover half of Ying Feng.

“So this is the true body of the ruins.” Chong Jingtian looked up, staring at the giant cauldron with a dazed expression.

Before, what they perceived as the entrance to the ruins was merely a small opening beneath the cauldron’s belly. From a distance now, it was barely visible to the naked eye.

“What exactly is this…” Ming Lin, mixed in the crowd, whispered. This immense power before him had already surpassed his imagination.

At this moment, Lan Hao and Lin Yue, who had detected the commotion, were standing at the entrance of the spaceship, suspended in mid-air by Qing Cang’s energy, staring dumbfounded at the scene.

“This cauldron has been flipped out?” Lin Yue looked surprised and suspicious, “Why such a sudden huge commotion?”

Lan Hao was also bewildered, somewhat confused, and couldn’t help but ask, “Did Master Qing resolve the cauldron’s selection mechanism?”

“Even if he resolved the selection mechanism, would it cause such a huge commotion?” Lin Yue looked at him as if he were an idiot.

Lan Hao no longer cared to argue. He had a bad premonition, anxious and uneasy. With this sudden change, he couldn’t notify Ni Chuan at all.

The two floated out of the spaceship and approached the crowd. Lan Hao wanted to ask what was going on, but Wan Chen ignored him.

Feeling rebuffed, Lan Hao’s gaze swept over Su Chen and finally landed on Xia Jie.

Just as he was about to inquire, a dignified, ancient voice came from the cauldron: “Qing Cang, where is the other half of the stone slab?”

Someone in the cauldron?

The sudden voice startled everyone. Xia Hanshi’s expression flickered. He looked at the top of the giant cauldron, and only by looking extremely carefully could he vaguely see a faint green light suspended there.

Is that the so-called Bronze Ancient King? He frowned slightly. The image of this Ancient King was not quite what he had imagined.

“Yes!” Regardless of what others thought, Qing Cang dared not be negligent.

He hurriedly took out the half stone slab, which had been sealed in a compressed space. As soon as it was taken out, it was drawn by an invisible force, gently floating towards the top of the great cauldron.

“Why can’t I see anything clearly?” Su Chen was mixed in the crowd, his eyes shining, following the direction the half stone slab was floating.

However, just considering the height of the cauldron, it was no less than ten thousand meters, and where they stood was still some distance from the cauldron. Coupled with the surrounding fire and lightning arcs, Su Chen couldn’t see anything clearly.

A gust of wind surged around him, subtly obscuring his mouth. He whispered, “Let my vision increase ten-fold.”

His attack on Lan Hao that day was done in secret. Later, when he openly misled him, he also had a metal mask as a cover. Even if Lan Hao saw him, he wasn’t afraid of him connecting the dots.

As the words fell, a portion of his mental power instantly diminished, and his pupils contracted instantaneously, as if he had put on binoculars.

His sight extended infinitely to the very end. The previously blurry scene became clear. The metal carvings on the giant cauldron, the subtle cracks, and the detailed scales on the dragon-shaped decorations were all perfectly visible.

Of course, there was also the Bronze Ancient King suspended above the giant cauldron. It was only the size of a palm, and its entire body seemed to be cast from bronze metal. Its legs were crossed in the void, and a cogwheel-shaped halo floated behind its head, slowly rotating.

“It’s like a small figurine… and quite cute.” Su Chen secretly grumbled, its appearance vastly different from his imagined Ancient King.

“I wonder what tier this Ancient King is at—”

“It’s the Ancient King!” Although Lin Yue could only vaguely see a green light, he was still very excited.

The Ancient King resided on the Eternal Silent Stellar, and even in the sect’s headquarters, there weren’t many opportunities to see him.

The Ancient King actually followed along… Lan Hao’s heart sank. In that case, could Ni Chuan still take away this Morning Star tier professional spirituality?

“What the hell is going on!?” Lan Hao roared inwardly. He had already secretly given a tip, but now he wished more than anyone else for Ni Chuan to succeed.

But for some unknown reason, the Ancient King, who had been completely still, suddenly appeared. Ni Chuan no longer had time to wait for the Imperial Court’s support.

The half stone slab had already floated to the cauldron.

At the same time, beside the Bronze Ancient King, strands of red light and thunder arcs gathered, gradually forming an illusory figure, with red hair and beard, and a majestic face.

“Unfortunately, I cannot save you,” the Ancient King said softly.

The red-haired figure shook his head, without emotional fluctuations, and said, “I am merely a fragment of spirit, carrying the last wishes of the main body.”

The Ancient King sighed softly. Beneath the broken giant cauldron, half a stone slab gradually floated up, also wrapped in a reddish, blurry mist.

The two broken stone slabs attracted each other, trembling and floating towards one another. As the mists intertwined, electric sparks crackled, and red flames emerged from their edges, like bloodline-connected energy channels, gradually fusing the two stone slabs into one.

With a high-pitched dragon roar, the drifting mist suddenly condensed, and the stone slab actually disappeared, transforming into a lifelike red dragon, soaring through the sky, excited and joyful.

“Come…” The red-haired figure reached out, and the red dragon shook itself, quickly circling upwards, but a pair of nimble eyes held a hint of confusion.

“It has implicated you too, almost causing your collapse,” the red-haired figure stroked the dragon’s head and then looked at the Bronze Ancient King, “Since my senior brother has brought people, then let them enter the cauldron. That can be considered fulfilling the main body’s last wish.”

The Ancient King nodded, “So be it.”

Far from this place, in what seemed like a barren plain, a rock lizard several meters long galloped across the ground. Its skin was thick, yellowish-brown, but its movements were agile, darting ten meters at a time.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the rock lizard was thrown back. It shook its head, its gray-brown pupils appearing somewhat confused as it looked at the empty land before it.

Whoosh!

A blue laser shot out of the void, instantly carbonizing the rock lizard. A gust of wind blew, and it turned to dust.

Behind the optical stealth equipment, several silver-gray spaceships were parked. On the largest one, Ni Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window.

“Lan Hai was ruthless this time, giving us a Morning Star-tier Professional just like that. Do you know why?”

He turned around, looking at the sturdy young man in a black military uniform in front of him. A crossed sword and shield emblem was pinned to his left chest, and he had a buzz cut. Hearing the question, he pondered, “Is it because of the Wan Family? Lan Hai and Wan Yang are competing for the position of commander of the Bronze Church Army. If Wan Chen becomes the Chosen One, then Lan Hai will certainly lose.”

“Not just that,” Ni Chuan shook his head, “that’s not enough for Lan Hai to do something that betrays the sect’s interests.”

“The Chosen One is not irreplaceable. Whether it’s our Royal Court’s Star Seed or the Star Seeds of the Five Great Sects, every one is being watched by many people. Replacing them just involves some risk.”

As long as there is spirituality, if one Chosen One dies, another can be found. It just takes time and effort. This is a kind of foundation, and no one would easily give it up.

“Hmm…” The young man frowned, thought for a long time, and then had to shake his head, “I can’t think of it.”

Ni Chuan then said, “The true body of the Bronze Ancient King has not appeared for a hundred years. The flames of the Eternal Silent Stellar are constantly weakening. Lan Hai is afraid; he is looking for a way out.”

The young man’s eyebrows twitched, and he asked in astonishment, “Is it true, as rumored, that the Eternal Silent Stellar is not far from extinguishing?”

“The specific situation is hard to say.” Ni Chuan’s expression was indifferent. “I hope it’s true. The Five Great Sects, relying on their pioneering achievements, completely disregard the Royal Court. They should have already died.”

The young man remained silent, these matters were still somewhat distant for him.

“However…” Ni Chuan’s tone shifted, “this is a rare opportunity. The last time a Morning Star-tier Professional emerged was 120 years ago.”

“If you can become a Star Seed, then my Ni family might also become nobility in the Royal Court.”

At this point, Ni Chuan’s eyes couldn’t help but glow with passion.

Just as the young man was about to respond, his expression subtly changed. He suddenly felt the spaceship shake.

“What’s going on?” Ni Chuan reacted much faster than him, already sensing energy fluctuations from afar. This was after the Nethermist had weakened, so the intensity of these energy fluctuations could be imagined.

Soon, he even saw the Nethermist rolling back, as if something was driving them away.

“It’s the location of the Scarlet Thunder Cauldron,” Ni Chuan muttered softly, vaguely guessing. The ground shaking became increasingly violent, and his face turned grim. “Not good!”

He immediately pulled the bewildered young man and darted out of the spaceship.

“Could that be… Chi Yang, the previous holder of the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder’s position, Martial Uncle Chi Yang?” Qing Cang squinted, looking at the illusory figure beside his master, not without surprise.

Gazing at the Dragon of Spirituality coiling around the red figure, Qing Cang sighed, “This martial uncle was indeed a ruthless and domineering man. Even in his lifetime, Master found it difficult to influence his decisions.”

“If you wish to see the Spirit Dragon, you must first pass his scrutiny.”

“Is that so—” Wan Chen listened, a hint of worry on his face. Although he was quite confident in himself.

But a complete spirituality doesn’t necessarily have to choose a Chosen One from among them.

His chances were only higher. If he failed and this professional spirituality was taken back, there would be a super-large selection process, and he would no longer have any opportunity.

And now, he had to pass the scrutiny of this Venerable Chi Yang, which increased the difficulty significantly.

At the same time, the red-haired figure had disappeared, merging into the cauldron. As for the Spirit Dragon, it transformed back into a stone slab, suspended beside the Bronze Ancient King.

“Qing Cang, have those people you brought prepare to come forward,” the Ancient King’s voice drifted over.

Wan Chen took a deep breath, already prepared.

Lin Yue’s face was flushed, clearly excited.

Only Lan Hao’s face showed no trace of anticipation.

“Yes,” Qing Cang answered. Just as he was about to make a move, his expression subtly darkened, and he suddenly looked in a certain direction.

The next moment, amidst the swirling gray-white mist, a fierce roar echoed. A white wave of air tore through the sky, and a sonic boom rippled through the mist.

In the blink of an eye, the newcomer stood before them. Their figure halted abruptly, and the immense kinetic energy they carried stirred up a colossal mist, like an overflowing sea of clouds.

A powerful life force raged. Chong Jingtian and the others’ expressions changed dramatically. The other party made no attempt to conceal their presence, like a terrifying creature at the top of the food chain.

Is this the person Xia Hanshi saw? With such formidable strength, he actually didn’t discover him. Chong Jingtian’s heart fluttered. This was the person Su Chen saw? With such formidable strength, he actually didn’t discover him. Xia Hanshi secretly snorted.

“Ni Chuan!” Qing Cang roared, sweeping his sleeve, and a storm surged, tearing apart the mist mountain that was pouring towards them. He coldly stared at the burly middle-aged man before him.

“Haha, Qing Cang, long time no see.” Ni Chuan laughed outwardly, but then realized something was off. The other party didn’t seem too surprised by his arrival, as if they had expected it.

This made him a little uneasy. His eyes quickly swept around, and when his gaze fell on the cauldron, his heart involuntarily skipped a beat. The Bronze Ancient King actually split off a consciousness to accompany it.

Ni Chuan? This is someone from the Royal Court. Why is he here too?

Wan Chen’s brows furrowed. No wonder Master Qing suddenly respectfully invited the Ancient King to act. It turns out he sensed that people from the Royal Court were secretly present.

“What are you doing here?” Qing Cang questioned coldly.

“What do you mean?” Ni Chuan chuckled. “The Five Great Sects and the Royal Court have an agreement: this Morning Star tier spirituality is open to all who desire it.”

The spirituality would not be damaged; even if a Morning Star-tier Professional died, as long as there was enough time, another could be born.

No one would give up such a foundation.

There had been several disputes over Morning Star tier spirituality, which had led to fierce battles, involving high-ranking officials in chaotic fights, ultimately causing immense damage. Only then was an agreement reached to restrict the scale of such conflicts.

“This was lost by my Bronze Sect,” Qing Cang retorted.

“You can’t say that.” Ni Chuan shook his head. “Since it was lost, it no longer belongs to your Bronze Sect.”

“You want to contend, can you?” Qing Cang’s expression turned angry, and then he sneered, “With just yourself?”

“If the Ancient King commands it, I will retreat immediately.” Ni Chuan first expressed his respectful attitude, then retorted, “However, Qing Cang, are you sure that this time the Ancient King needs to intervene? Tearing up the agreement would mean a joint attack from all.”

Qing Cang’s face darkened with uncertainty. What “joint attack” was merely a deterrent, but dealing with this Ni Chuan was indeed a troublesome matter.

The Royal Court is very strong… Qing Cang was very wary. Su Chen remained hidden in the crowd, watching silently on the side.

Well… one against five, if they showed the slightest weakness, they would probably have been completely devoured.

Ni Chuan also didn’t press the issue, and again respectfully called out, “Please, Ancient King, honor the agreement and give my Royal Court an opportunity to contend.”

“What opportunity do you want?” Qing Cang frowned, but then caught on.

“Since spirituality chooses the Chosen One, my son should also meet the requirements,” Ni Chuan said gravely. “You must allow him to also face the spirituality directly.”

Having said this, Ni Chuan then said coldly, “If Your Excellency Qing Cang is unwilling to grant me this opportunity, I can only try my best to fight, and even if I die at the hands of the Ancient King, it will be worth it.”