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Chapter 50 Delicious Soul? Black Tuo's Attention (Third Update, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
"Refugees?" Zhang Hengyu exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't you say that refugees couldn't enter the courtroom?"

“It’s not that we can’t get in.” Zhang Yunqing looked very annoyed: “It’s just that our status is limited. Take this sixth chief judge for example. With his strength and achievements, if he weren’t a vagrant, he could have become the chief judge long ago.”

"Moreover, his tyrannical nature was also related to his experience as a refugee. He regarded us as the exploiting class and would often kill local high-ranking officials when carrying out missions."

"If his parents hadn't been killed by the cult of the Deceitful Gods, he might have turned to them."

At this point, she looked at her younger brother and said, "This judge likes to take in exceptionally talented people as his students. Fortunately, you only have the Silver Talent."

Zhang Hengyu remained silent.

"Don't tell Father about this, at least not from us," Zhang Yunqing instructed again.

Zhang Hengyu nodded quickly at this clear instruction.

.........

“It’s come to this…” Zhou Xian stood by the window, his cheek twitching slightly.

The room was chillingly cold, and on the metal platform behind them lay Zhou Zong's nearly stiff corpse.

Although Yuan Chenyang was transferred, his sense of crisis did not diminish at all. Zhang Hongbo was a more troublesome problem than Yuan Chenyang.

Fortunately, this person has always sought stability, so perhaps he still has a sliver of a chance.

"The Sacred Word Stone is lost, the Space Crystal is lost, and one of the two sacred artifacts has become an empty shell..." A long sigh suddenly came from behind.

Zhou Xian's pupils contracted. He turned around and his face was even more horrified. The one who spoke was actually his son, whose head was half broken.
"Who are you?" Zhou Xian asked in a deep voice.

"I already have the answer in my heart, why ask again?" the other person said calmly.

"The Black Priest." Zhou Xian's face darkened; he knew this was the person who had been in contact with him. "Have you come here to interrogate me?"

“No…” Zhou Zong shook his head stiffly. “The great ruler understands your pain of losing your child and has given you a chance to redeem yourself.”

Zhou Xian clenched his fists silently. He had hesitated when he first met the other party, and now he had no chance to get away.

Zhou Zong's mouth kept opening and closing, and Zhou Xian's heart clenched. "When the Great Sovereign casually cast his gaze, he discovered a very delicious and tempting soul here. You need to find him."

“Delicious soul?” Zhou Xian asked, puzzled, then suddenly asked, “Do you know why the artifact is empty?”

"Because the erosion failed," the priest said without hiding anything. "That delicious soul has extremely strong resistance."

Erosion failed?

Zhou Zong was shocked, and a name suddenly came to mind—Yuan Chenyang!
Does he really have such abilities?
The priest's voice seemed to come from a more distant place, "You don't need to worry about anything else. Just find him, and the Great Ruler will grant you a small wish, such as... resurrecting your son."

Zhou Zong's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he was about to utter Yuan Chenyang's name, but the priest immediately followed up:

"But you only have one chance, because even I cannot be sure if the target is what the Sovereign needs. If the wrong person is sacrificed, the Great Sovereign will be angry, and both you and I will die."

Zhou Xian swallowed the words "Yuan Chenyang" back down. He stared at his son and nodded emphatically: "I understand."

Seeing Zhou Zong collapse again, Zhou Xian's expression changed. Yuan Chenyang had already left, and if he wanted to figure out what was going on, he could only start with other people.

……

The next day, Yuan Chenyang left his loyal supervisory department and went to guard the ruins.

According to Sun, who delivered the medicine to him later, Zhou Xian had argued in a council meeting that he wanted to take over the supervisory department, but Zhang Hongbo rejected his request.

"Luckily it wasn't him..." Fatty Sun said with lingering fear. "Everyone knows he thinks you were the one who stood by and watched his son die, that you killed him. If you really took over the Supervision Department, none of us would have a good time." "Besides, he hasn't been cleared of suspicion from the Ghost God Cult yet, how could we let him take over?"

Fatty Sun whispered to him for a while, but his attitude didn't change. Before leaving, he kindly advised, "Brother, don't stay cooped up in the house exercising all the time. If you do that for too long, you'll have problems. Go out for a walk when you have time."

As Yuan Chenyang said, he was only transferred away for a period of time, not that he wouldn't come back.

"Brother Sun..." Su Chen called out to him again, asking, "Do we have any tiered weapons here?"

Weapons are undoubtedly a good way to enhance one's strength, but he only had an iron chain on him.

Fatty Sun stopped and said matter-of-factly, "As a violent organization, of course they have them."

"If you need a Tier 1 weapon, I can try to find a way, but Tier 2 is more troublesome, and Tier 3 is even more out of the question."

"Alright." Su Chen was clearly disappointed; the first-tier item didn't offer him much of a boost.

"There's no other way. We can make first-tier weapons ourselves, but for second and third-tier weapons, we can only rely on Ying Feng." Sun the Fat Man then changed the subject, "However, there are weapon makers on the black market who can forge weapons for you, but the price is a bit..."

"Hand-rubbed?" Su Chen was surprised.

"That's roughly the idea." Fatty Sun nodded. "High-level weapons are difficult to standardize and can only be handcrafted."

"What kind of job do you need?" Su Chen couldn't help but ask.

“Brother, everyone has their own expertise,” Fatty Sun advised. “This kind of profession is very time-consuming and energy-intensive.”

Su Chen said he was just curious, but Fatty Sun said helplessly, "Most weapon makers start their first-tier profession as an [Engineering Apprentice]."

"The one the teacher gave me?" Su Chen's expression was strange.

"Hmm." Fatty Sun nodded and said, "The job requirements aren't difficult, but they're just the basics."

"As for second-tier advancement professions, I'm not too sure."

A second-tier profession isn't something Sun Pangzi can get; even Lao Yuan has to go through a process.

There was no rush. After seeing Fatty Sun off, Su Chen skillfully downed a vial of Black Flame and Spirit Light Potion.

The Spirit Light is also a Tier 1 potion, but of better quality. Perhaps because it needs to be rotated and transferred, Old Yuan obtained it easily.

Scorching hot from the flames, but with his mind highly active, Su Chen entered the gravity chamber and began to train with great effort.

……

Not long after Yuan Chenyang left, Zhang Hongbo went to the supervisory department, which was not so loyal to him, and convened a meeting with all section chiefs and above.

The meeting was quite simple, nothing more than reassuring people, gathering the investigators together, and assigning each person their duties.

"Um, Section Chief Sun... stay behind for a moment."

After the meeting ended, Fatty Sun, who was mingling in the crowd, was called to a stop.

Gudong!

Fatty Sun's Adam's apple bobbed, and amidst the others' puzzled gazes, he turned his head and revealed a chrysanthemum-like smile: "City Lord, you called me?"

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