My profession is too unique.

Chapter 154 The Only Way to Survive Under the Holy Feast
But is crimson enough? Su Chen couldn't help but wonder.

"Truly a Crimson Talent!" Zhong Ming exclaimed in astonishment, unable to help but ask, "I wonder what his strength is."

Feng Ze shook his head and said, "Talent and strength have nothing to do with each other. At best, he's only a top-tier fourth-order profession. Special professions don't consider talent when you take them. Judging from his age, there probably aren't many people who have taken them. His strength at the same level is probably just so-so."

"Same rank?" Wei Yufan chuckled. "The Holy See doesn't have any challenge arenas, and no one forces them to stand on them. They don't care about rank."

The expressions on everyone's faces were subtle. With Chong Jingtian right in front, no one dared to say anything as they watched Wu Chenpei lead the people of Yuandu to pay their respects to Wei Yinshuo.

Besides Hongxuan, there were several other young-looking guys who kept glancing at them.

In the hall, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the group of people from Yuandu, and they were discussing in hushed tones.

After paying their respects, Wu Chenpei sat down with Chong Jingtian and the others, while Hong Xuan and the others sat on the other side.

"I heard that this presiding judge was killed in the courtroom." One of them looked up at the huge black-and-white photograph, a mocking smile on his face: "The courtroom..."

“Anming, be careful what you say.” Someone else frowned. “This is Ying Feng’s business.”

An Ming shrugged. "Just telling the truth. I heard that the Tribunal has come up with something fun called a challenge arena. It can suppress both sides to the same level if they are below the fifth rank."

"The previous times I came here, it was all small-scale stuff. Everyone's skill level is different, so nobody took it seriously. But if we had this thing..."

Hongxuan, standing beside him, said calmly, "We're not here to cause trouble."

An Ming chuckled and said nothing more.

The two sides were clearly separated; although they were both sizing each other up, neither of them spoke to the other.

After the memorial service ended, people had to leave in batches because the elevators were not large enough.

"Su Chen, have you taken up your post as the Armored Bone Warrior?"

After going downstairs, Minglin grabbed Su Chen, looking constipated.

"What's wrong?" Su Chen asked curiously.

"Being beaten every day is too painful. I estimate that it will take close to two years to meet the requirements." Minglin was clearly being tormented, but the job requirements are what they are. If he was even slightly short of the requirements, his abilities after taking the job would be weakened.

“Me too, probably even longer than you.” Su Chen showed a look of deep agreement, which immediately improved Ming Lin’s mood.

They immediately wanted to pull him into the car to discuss the key to getting beaten up.

"Aren't you going back to the courtroom?"

After being rejected, Minglin looked at Su Chen in surprise.

"Okay." Su Chen nodded. "Go to the translation department."

"Tsk..." Minglin couldn't help but feel envious. "If you find any job-hunting secrets, don't forget me."

"A job-hunting secret?" Su Chen chuckled. "If only such a thing existed."

The two parted ways, and yesterday, as they boarded the hovercar, gazing at the people of Yuandu outside the window, one murmured, "Spiritual beings..."

He wasn't familiar with the people of Yuandu, and it would probably be difficult to find out their professions. Su Chen thought he should go to the translation office and ask Lao Sang for his opinion.

This is a good opportunity to find out what the other party is up to. If they really want to see the stone slab, they'll definitely have to go through Lao Pu.

……

People from Yuandu stayed at the reception area and were provided with hovercars by Ying Feng for their travels, but Wu Chenpei stopped Chong Jingtian and asked, "Chief, would you mind giving me a ride?"

"Holy Envoy, please." Chongjing Tian was surprised, a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes, but he would not refuse and invited the other party to board his vehicle.

The black car body embroidered with gold patterns was quite heavy. The two people sat in the back, where the space was quite spacious. The driver was also a mechanical puppet.

Chongjingtian was very straightforward: "The Holy Envoy is looking for me. What do you want to say?"

Wu Chenpei hadn't expected Chong Jingtian to be so direct, so he had to adjust his approach, his voice low and seemingly tinged with sorrow:

"You should have noticed it too, right? The movements of the followers of the Ghost God are becoming more and more frequent. Our people have seen a huge statue that is thousands of meters tall floating in the wild."

"The Holy Feast is about to begin, and the Evil God is about to devour this planet."

Chong Jingtian's eyes flickered, but he wasn't intimidated. He said calmly, "Didn't you come here to explain why people from Yuandu are in Yingfeng's subordinate cities?"

“Because we are also investigating this matter,” Wu Chenpei said, but offered no further explanation, instead adding:
"Ten years ago, a spaceship crashed from outer space, and three people survived. That's when we learned of the existence of the Royal Court."

“We wanted to join them, but we were rejected. Their rule is too costly unless there is something of great value on this planet.”

"They weren't even sure if that Morning Star rank profession existed, but thanks to our combined efforts to conceal it, they found nothing and left disappointed."

"But now, everything they said has come true. The holy feast is imminent, and we only have one chance."

"Seek help from the royal court and give away that ruin." Chong Jingtian's voice was indifferent as he turned his head to look at the ever-flowing scenery outside the window. "If we pin our hopes on others, and they get the most valuable thing, will they still pay the price to help us fight against the evil god?"

“No…” Wu Chenpei shook his head, denying Chong Jingtian’s guess, “What was handed over was not a Morning Star-level profession, but a person chosen by the spirit.”

"What do you mean?" Chong Jingtian turned his head, his brows furrowed.

Wu Chenpei said in a deep voice, "Hongxuan was carefully nurtured by us. He has the Crimson Talent and everything is perfect. As long as he is recognized by that Morning Star Rank profession, we will have a way out."

"Then destroy everything that carries spiritual energy, leaving only Hongxuan. Those people said that planets that can give birth to Morning Star class professionals are extremely rare, and Morning Star class professionals are also important figures in the royal court."

"They have no other choice but to carefully nurture Hongxuan. They will probably help us solve our problems in the name of his future Morning Star rank."

"So this is your real purpose, to take this opportunity to let Hongxuan see that stone slab?" Chong Jingtian's face darkened as he realized that Yuan Du had planned this all along.

“It’s not about taking advantage of the situation,” Wu Chenpei shook his head. “This is our only way to survive.”

"The only way out?" Chong Jingtian sneered. "You've been plotting this for a long time, and only now do you come to tell me? Now you say it's for our sake? Do you think I'll believe you?"

"In my opinion, this is not even as good as sending the message directly to the royal court."

“This is the best way.” Wu Chenpei sighed. “When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. With the Holy Banquet starting, we have nowhere to escape. How could I possibly harm you?”

"We have been preparing for this path to survival for a long time."

"You already know what that profession is?" Chong Jingtian's expression was somewhat unpleasant, sensing the hidden meaning in the other party's words.

Wu Chenpei remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "His name is Crimson Flame Thunder Venerable."

Chongjingtian was astonished. "Crimson Thunder Star? Crimson Thunder Lord? Is this the same deity you've been worshipping?"

“We didn’t know before, we only found out later.” Wu Chenpei said vaguely, “It’s possible that a long time ago, some ancestor learned of a part of the incomplete name, and then worshipped it as a deity, and it has continued to this day.”

Chong Jingtian looked out the window, his expression cold: "You've really hidden yourselves well, but I refuse." Wu Chenpei frowned: "Is it you who's refusing, or is it the elders who're refusing? Aren't you someone who doesn't consider the bigger picture, or do you not trust me?"

"Whose overall situation?" Chong Jingtian retorted. "I not only don't trust you, but I also don't trust the royal court."

"The situation you described would only occur if the Holy Feast had succeeded. If we had successfully prevented it, it wouldn't have happened."

"Time is running out." Wu Chenpei sighed. "You know in your heart that this is the only way."

"Even if there's only one path, it doesn't necessarily have to be Hongxuan's." Chong Jingtian said coldly, "Does it mean that I, Ying Feng, am unworthy of anyone's approval?"

"You've had the stone tablet for thirty years, have you gained anything?" Wu Chenpei emphasized, his tone gradually becoming more intense: "Only Hongxuan, the Crimson Talent is only part of it. Every step we've made him take is towards being recognized, or even chosen."

“No one in Yuandu is better than him, and neither is Yingfeng. There is no one on this planet who is better, more suitable, or more perfect than him.”

"We've arrived," Chong Jingtian said calmly.

Wu Chenpei got out of the car and watched the black hovercar drive away.

Inside the vehicle, Chongjingtian murmured softly, "The chosen one, the Crimson Flame Thunder Venerable..."

……

On the way to the translation office, Su Chen realized something was wrong as soon as he arrived.

There were so many hovercars parked outside. He had been coming and going so many times, but he had never seen so many hovercars in the parking lot before.

"Respectfully, A0056, this is the reception car..." Su Chen got out of the car, glanced at the black floating license plate next to him, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Uncle Wang..." When Su Chen arrived at the gate of the translation office, he already had a bottle of wine in his hand, which he didn't know when he had put in his storage space.

The guards outside were meticulous, but the middle-aged man inside the room was all smiles.

“Little Su…” Wang Jie and Su Chen were quite familiar with each other. He readily accepted the wine offered to him and couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, “Jade Pot Spring, what a fine thing! You’re so generous.”

"Unfortunately, it's my shift time now." He smacked his lips and put the wine away.

Su Chen then asked, "The translation department is quite lively today?"

“You little rascal…” Wang Jie nodded and said, “See those cars outside? They’re all from the reception area. A lot of people from Yuandu have come today.”

Even after confirming his guess, Su Chen was still puzzled: "What are they doing at the Translation Department?"

"What are you doing, showing off your power?" Wang Jie sneered. "Whenever anyone from Yuandu comes, they have to come to the Translation Office every time, ostensibly for exchange and learning, but actually it's just a secret competition."

“I remember the last time they came was three years ago.” A hint of anger flashed in Wang Jie’s eyes as he pointed out the window: “They just parked the car there, right there, blocking the door.”

"At the time, I was a squad leader, and I almost couldn't hold back."

Su Chen turned his head and saw that the place was directly opposite the gate of the Translation Office.

"Blocking the door? That's impressive." Su Chen exclaimed in surprise, "They've already ceased hostilities, why are they still doing this?"

"It's only been ten years since the ceasefire. Hatred doesn't fade so easily. The exchanges between the four cities, whether we go or they come, are all done quietly, with very little fanfare." Wang Jie shook his head, then glanced around furtively before lowering his voice again.
"However, it's also because those old professors inside are useless; they just can't decipher the sacred stone that the other party brought. There's nothing we can do about it."

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, unable to decipher it. Really? How could it be so difficult?

Wang Jie's words were also vague, after all, he was only in charge of guarding and many things were just hearsay. After chatting with him for a while, Su Chen entered the translation office.

Today, it was noticeable that there were far fewer staff members walking on the internal roads.

Arriving at Lao Sang's laboratory building, I searched around but found no one there. I learned from his work assistant that everyone had gone to the conference hall.

“The people from Yuandu came in a big way, and all the professors went.”

Old Sang's work assistant is named Fang Xinghan, who is practically a student. Su Chen is quite familiar with him and inquires about the specifics.

"What else could it be?" Fang Xinghan smiled wryly. "The same as before. They took a Sacred Word Stone and want to gamble with us."

"What are we betting on?" Su Chen couldn't help but ask curiously.

“This time it’s probably a Saint…” Fang Xinghan replied thoughtfully.

Su Chen's heart skipped a beat. "You've gambled before? What's your profession?"

Fang Xinghan pondered: "Last time it was the wise man. Originally, this profession was kept secret within the Translation Department. It was the second profession with similar scholarly abilities that was discovered. We thought there might be a connection. After losing to the other party, we simply opened it up."

"What about the other side's bargaining chips?" Su Chen had a vague guess in his mind.

"What else could it be? It's always been the 'Spiritualist,' and everyone believes there's a connection between these professions, but nobody can find it," Fang Xinghan said helplessly.
"I don't know where they got the Holy Word Stones. Last time, several professors worked together for almost half a year but still couldn't decipher what profession it was."

"This is outrageous?" Su Chen was quite surprised. He felt that Sang Hanhai and Qin Qiyuan, whom he had met, were both quite skilled, yet they suffered such a crushing defeat.

"Old Master Pu hasn't come out of seclusion?" Su Chen couldn't help but ask.

“Last time, Elder Pu wasn’t in the courtroom,” Fang Xinghan explained, with a hint of anticipation. “But this time, with Elder Pu here, Yuandu will surely suffer a crushing defeat.”

This isn't my area of ​​expertise, yet Lao Sang never mentioned it to me.

Su Chen was puzzled, thanked him, and prepared to go over and see what was going on.

But Fang Xinghan stopped him, pulled Su Chen into the lounge, and shook his head, saying, "You'd better not go. Deciphering the Sacred Word Stone is a long-term task. If it's a real bet, you'll definitely see it."

"We've all signed a secret agreement regarding your matter; Old Master Sang probably doesn't want you to be exposed."

He knew that Su Chen was a divinely appointed translator, but each resonance required a long interval, and it was impossible to decipher it on the spot.

"Oh, I see..." Su Chen finally understood why Old Sang hadn't mentioned it to him.

But since it was a spiritual practitioner he had been longing for, how could Su Chen not go? He immediately said, "Don't worry, I'm just going to watch the excitement."

Fang Xinghan hesitated, but he was just a work assistant, and he couldn't stop Su Chen from going.

After leaving the laboratory building, they headed straight in the direction Fang Xinghan had indicated.

……

The conference hall, usually where the translation department holds meetings, was tense today, with people crowding both sides of the long metal table.

Sang Hanhai, Qin Qiyuan, and others stood on the left, their faces cold and grim.

On the right was a group of men dressed in red robes, the leader of whom had a smile on his face and a small mustache, with a shimmering Holy Word Stone in front of him.

(End of this chapter)