My Job Is Quite Unique Chapter 201

Qing Cang’s expression flickered. He suddenly received news of the party’s arrival and asked his master to intervene, which clearly disrupted Ni Chuan’s arrangements.

In order to intervene, the other party could only resort to death threats.

Ni Chuan was no simple character; if he were truly killed here, the Royal Court would undoubtedly react strongly.

His gaze fell on the young man behind Ni Chuan. The Royal Court was vast and complex, and he was not a high-ranking sect official with access to intelligence. Although he knew Ni Chuan, he did not know his son.

But since Ni Chuan had spoken, he probably had some confidence. However, this fellow seemed unaware that he still had to pass Uncle Chi Yang’s test.

Thinking of this, Qing Cang snorted coldly and replied, “You are not worthy of Master’s intervention. What if your son doesn’t become the Chosen One?”

“Retreat immediately, and dare not lie in front of the Ancient King.” Ni Chuan said in a deep voice.

He was also helpless. He glanced at Lan Hao, unsure what had gone wrong. This kid hadn’t informed him, so he could only resort to this desperate measure.

In that case… even if Ni Chuan went back on his word, and Master killed him, the Royal Court wouldn’t find fault. Qing Cang accepted this proposal, then turned and called out, “Master.”

The Ancient King’s voice came, “Send them all in.”

“Thank you, Ancient King.” Ni Chuan turned sideways and watched the young man beside him float away.

Wan Chen scrutinized the other party, whose expression was calm, wearing the standard uniform of the Royal Court’s Garrison Army, seemingly nothing special.

“What’s your name?” Qing Cang’s attitude was still mild, not taking his anger out on Ni Chuan.

“Ni Bin,” he said.

Qing Cang nodded, instructing Wan Chen and the others to step aside. Su Chen then emerged from the crowd, silently following behind.

Ni Bin glanced at him. Based on Lan Hao’s intelligence, he knew about Su Chen’s situation, just a number, and didn’t take it to heart.

The only one worth noting was Wan Chen, with the three dragon shadows appearing, his chances of becoming a chosen one were not low.

“I wonder what this person’s talent is,” Wan Chen pondered inwardly. Lin Yue and a few others were negligible, but this suddenly appearing Ni Bin was considered a formidable opponent.

“It’s already come to this, and he hasn’t given up yet…” Lan Hao glanced at Su Chen, scoffing while also feeling upset.

“Your Excellency Qing Cang, can you add one more person?” Chong Jingtian, hidden in the crowd, suddenly asked.

Qing Cang was a bit surprised, but after glancing at the person Chong Jingtian pushed forward, he lost interest and casually said, “Okay.”

Ming Lin was pushed to the front of the crowd by Chong Jingtian, looking bewildered, “What… what am I here for?”

His heart was quivering, inevitably nervous.

Chong Jingtian secretly sighed. He naturally knew that pushing Ming Lin forward wouldn’t yield any results, but with the Ancient King present and the current situation, it was undoubtedly a good opportunity to make an impression.

The six stood in a row, and under the gaze of all, they were pulled by an unseen force, floating into the tripod, and disappeared.

Why did they go into the cauldron?

Ni Chuan’s expression changed slightly. Wasn’t its spirituality supposed to be above?

He realized there might be something he didn’t know, and wondered if something unexpected would happen inside.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a torrent of crimson energy gather in front of the cauldron, gradually forming a gigantic screen. His expression froze, becoming even more surprised.

Su Chen only felt the scenery around him shift. When he stood firm, the surroundings had already become a vast, empty metal ground, with crimson metal stretching far into the distance.

Everyone was here, looking somewhat bewildered.

“Shouldn’t we be undergoing the test of spirituality? Why are we here?” Ni Bin frowned, this scene was truly beyond his expectations.

No one would answer him. Instead, ripples appeared in the air before them, and a phantom figure gradually emerged – it was Venerable Chi Yang.

“Venerable…” Wan Chen and the others hurriedly called out, and Su Chen echoed them.

“My name is Chi Yang.” The red-haired phantom figure said expressionlessly, “I am a fragment of the original body’s spirit, left behind to fulfill its dying wish: to find a successor.”

“To perceive spirituality, you must first pass my test.”

This spiritual fragment seemed to possess little intelligence, speaking with a certain stiffness.

It turns out it’s not just a test, but also a search for a successor… Wan Chen first frowned, then a glimmer of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The Ancient King had not taken disciples for many years. Even if one became a chosen one, they might not necessarily become the Ancient King’s disciple.

But now, there was another path. If one became a disciple of Venerable Chi Yang, they would be a posthumous disciple of a junior brother, and perhaps even more precious than a direct disciple.

He wasn’t the only one who thought of this; Su Chen’s eyes flickered. This path… seemed more suitable for him.

After all, he was noticed by Qing Cang, and that Ancient King was Qing Cang’s master, even if he became a chosen one.

If the Ancient King truly favored him, he probably wouldn’t snatch a disciple from his own disciple.

“Hmm—I’m afraid I can’t hide too deeply today.” Su Chen secretly pondered, naturally wanting to cling to the strongest leg he could find.

However, Ni Bin frowned. He had come to be chosen, not to inherit the mantle of a dead man.

Moreover, even if he did, due to his status, there would be no benefit.

“If you pass my test, I can use my influence on spirituality to increase your chances of becoming the chosen one,” the phantom said again.

Now, everyone was restless.

Wan Chen was inevitably surprised, “Can I actually affect spirituality?”

Does that not mean that a chosen one is bound to appear today?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous and stretched his body.

“This spirit fragment can actually affect spirituality.” Su Chen was also somewhat surprised.

Ni Bin put away his impatience and asked, “Venerable Chi Yang, I am not a member of the Bronze Sect. Will I be at a disadvantage because of this?”

The red-haired phantom shook its head, “I am not Venerable Chi Yang, merely a spiritual fragment, lacking sufficient sentience. I act according to the original body’s dying wish and cannot interfere excessively.”

“A spiritual fragment, equivalent to a semi-artificial intelligence,” Su Chen understood.

Wan Chen then asked, “Can only one person pass your test?”

“That is not the case.” The phantom explained, “As long as one qualifies, they will have the opportunity to face spirituality directly.”

With that, he asked again, “Are there any other questions?”

Everyone shook their heads, and he then said, “Professional advancement and development prioritize talent.”

As his voice faded, everyone felt their surroundings shifting. Then they realized they had changed from standing in a horizontal line to a vertical column, with Ni Bin at the very front.

“Is his talent higher than mine?”

Wan Chen’s expression was startled, and he stared in amazement at Ni Bin’s towering back.

Although he had already anticipated that since Ni Chuan sent his son out, this person’s talent would certainly not be low. But he never expected it to be a dual Mysterious Purple.

Such talent, even in the Sacred Hall, would be under the spotlight.

Yet, he had never heard of this person’s name. The Royal Court held profound power.

Lin Yue’s excited and agitated expression had long faded, realizing that his chances of becoming a chosen one were getting lower and lower.

To be a dual Mysterious Purple, Lan Hao’s jealousy flared. He could accept this Morning Star-level spirituality being taken by the Royal Court, but he found it hard to accept someone becoming the Chosen One before his eyes, whether it was Wan Chen or this Ni Bin.

“Not simple…” Su Chen retracted his gaze from Ni Bin and looked at Ming Lin behind him. One was ranked last, the other second to last, and no one paid them any attention.

“So it is…” Qing Cang watched the giant screen outside, and his voice came from within, also a little surprised.

“Uncle Chi Yang’s spiritual fragment can actually slightly influence Morning Star-level spirituality. Why have I never heard of such a method before?”

But then he thought about it and understood. Uncle Chi Yang’s situation was also special; it was difficult for a normal Morning Star to leave behind spiritual fragments after death.

However, the degree of this influence should not be high. If it could truly be determined at will, then every time a Morning Star fell, their faction would not initiate a grand selection.

But even if it’s not high, this tiny bit of influence could be the difference between recognition and selection.

And as the phantom’s voice of “prioritize talent” faded, seeing Ni Bin standing at the forefront, Qing Cang’s face suddenly changed dramatically. He looked directly at Ni Chuan and said in a deep voice, “You’ve hidden it well.”

“It’s also because of my Ni family’s ancestral grave.” Ni Chuan waved his hand, but secretly wondered how much of what the spiritual fragment said was credible, and if it would really resort to underhanded tactics.

A trace of worry flickered in Qing Cang’s eyes. This Ni Bin actually possessed dual Mysterious Purple talent.

If he truly became the chosen one, should he be eliminated?

He hesitated. If he made a move, the Royal Court would certainly not let it go, and it might even break the current tacit peace.

But if he didn’t make a move, should he just watch Ni Bin leave calmly?

“There’s still a chance…” He silently withdrew his gaze, hoping that Wan Chen could bridge the slight gap in talent.

And just as he was deeply worried, he didn’t notice the strange looks between Chong Jingtian and Xia Hanshi.

“This situation seems a bit unexpected. With this Ancient King here, if Su Chen really shows his extraordinary compatibility with the Great Venerable Scarlet Flame and Thunder, he might soar to great heights.” Chong Jingtian secretly communicated with Xia Hanshi, unable to suppress the hope in his heart.

With only Qing Cang, he was drumming his heart, but the position of the Ancient King was different. As the supreme leader of a faction.

Someone of such status should not be capable of disliking Su Chen’s low talent and then killing him to make way for the chosen one.

Moreover, after this Ancient King knows, Su Chen’s safety should be greatly guaranteed, and others would have to be somewhat considerate.

“Su Chen should want to give it a try.” Xia Hanshi showed a worried expression, not optimistic, “But this current obstacle might not be easy to overcome.”

In the cauldron, Ni Bin was already a bit impatient. “Venerable, what next? “After talent comes character.” The Chi Yang phantom slowly said, “With the same talent, if you slack off by one point, you are weaker by one point; if you slack off by two points, you are weaker by ten points.”

“Character?”

Everyone’s eyes showed a thoughtful expression. Talent was easy to test, but how could character be verified in a short time?

“Character is hard to gauge. The original body, before its death, had to leave behind some special methods.” The Chi Yang phantom paused, seeing a few people reveal expressions of inquiry.

He extended a hand, and six streams of inky blackness emerged, suspended before him. From within, faint wails of agony could be heard, appearing extremely sinister and unsettling.

“The Power of the Strange Gods?” Ni Bin’s expression paled, and he couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

Wan Chen’s throat rolled, and Lan Hao’s face was completely pale.

“This Venerable Chi Yang is truly ruthless.” Su Chen’s brows twitched. The black ink streams gave him a familiar feeling, very much like Hei Tuo’s power.

The Power of the Strange Gods inherently corrodes the human heart, and Hei Tuo especially enjoys beguiling people and enticing them to fall.

The few human traitors he had encountered, from Nanfeng to Ying Feng, the Pang Family, and Wei Yin Suo, were basically all Hei Tuo’s doing.

With the two superimposed, the degree of erosion doubled. Using this method to test character was indeed effective.

If one could withstand it, the firmness of their own character would be beyond doubt.

However, at the same time, its danger would greatly increase. If one couldn’t withstand it and transformed into a Strange God believer, it would be an immediate death sentence.

“Wait…” Ni Bin quickly called out, “Why do I suddenly have to risk my life?”

However, the Chi Yang phantom did not give him a chance to speak. A stream of black ink had already rushed out, eagerly coiling around Ni Bin and entering his body.

He rolled his eyes and immediately fell to the ground, his face contorted in pain and ferocity, cold sweat profusely flowing.

“Venerable… I… I…” Wan Chen’s heart trembled. Before he could say two sentences, black smoke came rushing towards him, entering through his seven orifices.

“Ah…” He let out a wail and also rolled on the ground.

Then came Lin Yue. Lan Hao couldn’t even say he gave up before being dragged in.

Su Chen, however, appeared very calm, staring intently at the black smoke rushing towards him. Upon contact, it also entered his body, and at the same time, a panel popped up: [Detected external power erosion, already assimilated, obtained one portion of intermediate Hei Tuo’s power.]

Sure enough, it swallowed it directly, and it was even intermediate divine power. Its hands were really black, Su Chen mumbled to himself, but he also lay down along the way, pretending to be in painful agony.

After Ming Lin collapsed with a bitter face, the outside had already devolved into chaos.

The higher-ups of the Four Cities exchanged glances. This was too venomous! Using the power of the Demonic God to test one’s character, could anyone truly withstand it?

“How could this happen…” Chong Jingtian looked up, his heart clenching with both concern for Su Chen and regret for sending Ming Lin out.

He didn’t even dare to turn back to face You Shan, who was staring at him ominously.

Only Xia Hanshi’s expression was strange for an instant, but soon he too appeared worried.

Ni Chuan’s face was even darker as he cursed, “Is this Chi Yang out of his mind, using the power of the Strange Gods to test human character? This is taking lives!”

Qing Cang’s heart was equally anxious and restless. He couldn’t imagine how he would explain it if Wan Chen and the other two became followers of the Demonic God.

But hearing Ni Bin’s words, he still coldly retorted, “Your son was sent in by yourself. No one forced you. The process is fair and just, and it’s not specifically targeting your son.”

“This damn…” Ni Chuan felt stifled and gritted his teeth, “Who can pass this character test? If Ni Bin really dies here, I will fight you to the death!”

Qing Cang ignored him, only looking at the cauldron and couldn’t help but say, “Master, isn’t it too strict to test human nature with the power of the Strange Gods?”

“And to be able to erode Wan Chen and the others, it must be an intermediate divine power. How resilient must one’s character be to withstand it?”

Low-tier Quirky God power is insufficient to invade a few people, and the upper limit of intermediate Quirky God erosion can reach the sixth tier.

“Junior Brother has taken an alternative approach.” The Ancient King’s voice reverberated, calm and indifferent, “However, Junior Brother also left behind countermeasures and will not take lives. The goal is not to necessarily withstand it, but to observe the duration of their endurance… Hmm?”

Before he finished speaking, the Ancient King’s voice briefly paused, subtly surprised, as if he had discovered something.

It was at this moment, amidst the shocked or puzzled gazes of the crowd.

In the giant screen, Su Chen, who had been lying on the ground, now staggered to his feet, rubbing his brow, looking like he had just escaped death.