My Professions Have Too Much Personality

Chapter 237: Chapter 152: Here Comes a Hothead, No Respect for the Great Venerable?

But the other requirements weren’t so simple to fulfill.

Most people had to start preparing for their advancement requirements once their profession development reached about 90%, forcing them to slow their progress.

Depending on the Tier, preparation times could vary. Six months, a year, or even two years were all quite common.

Take Ming Lin, for instance. Su Chen had heard he was on the verge of advancing to Tier Four ever since joining the Judicial Court, yet he was still in the same position.

Then there was Wei Yufan, who had been preparing for two or three years to advance to the top of Tier Five and still hadn’t met the requirements.

’It’s a shame this Deceitful God’s Power doesn’t work on special professions,’ Su Chen thought, still a bit greedy. ’Or maybe I just haven’t found the right Deceitful God.’

Lost in thought, Su Chen returned to his residence, heading straight for the Gravity Chamber to break a sweat.

The Judicial Court and the Security Department jointly issued a public notice, explaining the cause of the enormous rift that had been visible throughout all of Ying Feng a few days ago.

It also stressed that the Deceitful God’s Followers in Ying Feng had been more or less wiped out, earning them unanimous praise.

The Judicial Court’s investigation into Wei Yinsuo’s death hadn’t concluded, but it was being conducted in secret to prevent the news from spreading. So far, it had yielded no results.

Meanwhile, those with inside information had already made their moves. The businesses Wei Yinsuo left behind were gradually being carved up. Without their greatest protector, the Wei Family had no choice but to cut their losses to survive.

Even Chong Jingtian’s secret intervention couldn’t stop the Wei Family from proactively selling off their assets at bargain-basement prices, prompting many to sigh with regret.

…

「Late February」

In the Gravity Chamber, Su Chen let out a long breath. The faint chanting in his ears disappeared, and his Spiritual Power felt purer than ever.

[Profound Ice Soul Cleansing Meditation Method has been raised to Master Level. Ability Gained — Ice Soul: Slightly increases Spiritual Resilience.]

He glanced at his panel.

[Cyan Thunder Master: 57%]

[Secret Technique Master: 65%]

[D-level Thunder Gang Forging Body Technique — Mastery: 70%]

His [Cyan Thunder Master] had reached 50% a while back. Its awakened ability fused with [Azure Thunder Divine Movement] to create a new ability called [Thunder Walk], which allowed him to briefly perform Elementalization, a common skill for Tier Three Elemental Professions.

It was just like what Zhou Xian had done, but far more powerful, causing his speed to skyrocket once more.

If he enhanced it with [Holy Hand], then in terms of explosive speed, even a Tier Five Professional like Teng Liang, who wasn’t known for his speed, probably couldn’t catch him.

Pulling up the new Meditation Technique, Su Chen looked down at its name: [Returning Ruins Meditation Technique].

’This is probably the last of the D-level Meditation Techniques.’

Even though [Word Spirit Law Master] no longer had any requirements, Meditation Techniques could still strengthen his foundation, so Su Chen hadn’t given up on learning new ones.

Su Chen couldn’t help but recall something he had long been curious about: why were Training Techniques categorized by letter grade instead of by Tier?

After asking Teng Liang a while back, he learned that it was because Body Refining Techniques only went up to A-level. Even Tier Seven Professionals like Chong Jingtian and the others were still using A-level Training Techniques.

’A-level roughly corresponds to Tier Six. After Tier Six, one can only use Low-level Body Refining Techniques; the efficiency must be appallingly low.’

Su Chen was surprised by this answer and felt a pang of worry. But then he remembered he was only Tier Three. ’I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,’ he thought. ’It’s too early to worry about that now.’

After getting the hang of the new Meditation Technique, Su Chen stopped training. He checked the time, tidied himself up, and headed out, taking a Hovercar straight to a building near the Judicial Court.

His destination was a skyscraper. A considerable number of Hovercars were parked downstairs, displaying the emblems of various agencies and departments, including the Judicial Court, the Translation Department, and the Security Department.

“Su Chen,” someone greeted. Su Chen didn’t recognize the person but smiled and nodded in return.

Many people greeted him along the way, and he responded to each of them.

“Su Chen,” someone called out. The voice was familiar. He turned and saw it was indeed Cheng Lang.

“Vice Minister Cheng,” Su Chen greeted back as a staff member in a black suit led them into an elevator.

“So the news couldn’t be contained after all,” Cheng Lang remarked with a sigh. “Chief Judge Wei Yinsuo… dead, just like that.”

“Have they found out what happened?” he asked.

Their relationship seemed to have grown much closer, thanks to Su Chen having leaked the news to Cheng Lang just a few days after Wei Yinsuo’s death.

The investment had paid off, so Cheng Lang no longer felt that same sense of aversion when he saw Su Chen.

Su Chen shrugged. “It’s all but confirmed that the Deceitful God’s Followers did it. A classic bait-and-switch, luring the tiger from its mountain. They traded the lives of all their Followers in Ying Feng for Wei Yinsuo’s.”

“I suppose Chief Judge Wei died a worthy death, then,” Cheng Lang sighed, unsurprised by this conclusion.

His eyes flickered. He glanced at the security camera overhead before lowering his head and saying, “I heard… a body went missing that day as well?”

Unlike Wei Yinsuo’s death, which was impossible to keep quiet, very few people knew about Meng Qi’s revival. Cheng Lang had only heard vague rumors.

“A minor detail. It’s been destroyed,” Su Chen said casually.

Cheng Lang was visibly disappointed. With a DING, the elevator stopped on the twenty-fourth floor.

The two of them straightened their clothes and stepped out of the elevator, heading straight for a large hall nearby.

At the same time, they each took a white paper envelope from inside their coats and gave it to a staff member outside the hall.

As they entered the hall, the first thing they saw was Wei Yinsuo’s enormous, long “shoehorn” face. A black-and-white photograph of him hung in the very center of the hall as mournful music drifted through the air.

Since Wei Yinsuo’s death couldn’t be concealed, it had to be officially addressed.

As a Chief Judge, the Judicial Court afforded him the highest posthumous honors to recognize his lifelong merits, and ordered all Fourth-level Judges and above to attend the memorial service.

The scale of this memorial was grand, and many important figures were present.

As a Core Seed of the Judicial Court, Su Chen was qualified to pay his respects individually, while Cheng Lang could only wait his turn.

Glancing at Wei Yinsuo’s photo, Su Chen felt an inexplicable urge to laugh. He walked across the black carpet to the very front and gave a slight bow.

“The family returns the gesture,” an attendant called out. Su Chen turned to see several middle-aged men, the one in the lead forcing a smile in a show of goodwill.

His seat was in the third row. Chong Jingtian sat in the first, flanked by several middle-aged men who all shared the same imperturbably calm expression.

When Su Chen arrived, they glanced his way and started talking.

“So that’s the Core Seed the Judicial Court recruited last year? Su Chen, right? He looks quite distinguished.”

“I heard he was unrivaled in the Inner Courtyard. He even forced Wei Yufan to advance to Tier Five just to avoid facing him in the challenge ring.”

Chong Jingtian commented nonchalantly, “Young people need to compete.”

Wei Yufan, Zhong Ming, Feng Ze, Liang Jingcheng, and Ming Lin were all in the fourth row, each with a different expression.

Chong Jingtian had given a strict order: attendance was mandatory.

Su Chen sat beside Ming Lin and heard him remark, “To have such a grand send-off after death… I’d say it’s worth it.”

“Indeed,” Su Chen nodded, his gaze returning to Wei Yinsuo’s photo. ’I saw you off on your journey in life, and now I’m here to see you off in death. Don’t you worry about a thing.’

“What’s the use of posthumous glory?” Feng Ze shook his head. He had become a Core Seed again, but he seemed much more composed now, even able to chat amiably with Liang Jingcheng.

“Still, it’s better than dying in obscurity,” Feng Ze said, his tone unreadable. “After all, hardly anyone went to the Xiao Family’s funeral.”

Wei Yufan’s face immediately darkened.

“The people from Yuan Capital are here,” Ming Lin said suddenly, looking toward the side and back. Su Chen’s eyes flickered, and he followed his gaze.

A group of people entered the hall. The most eye-catching among them was an elderly man in a Silver Patterned Cloak. A Crystal Staff floated by his hand, constantly shedding motes of light.

“That’s the Radiant Saint Envoy, Wu Chenpei.”

The people from Yuan Capital had arrived in Ying Feng three days ago. Su Chen had only heard afterward that members of the Elder Council had personally gone to greet them, but the affair was kept quiet and not publicized.

Chong Jingtian had made attendance mandatory for everyone at the Director Level and above, which was the only reason Su Chen was here. He hadn’t expected to see people from Yuan Capital.

Feng Ze lowered his voice. “Rumor has it they’re here for something big, not just some superficial academic exchange.”

“And that’s the Disciple, Hongxuan.”

Ming Lin lifted his chin, indicating the person following behind the old man. He had wavy, pale-gold hair and skin as white as snow, his head bowed and his gaze lowered.

Liang Jingcheng was quite astonished. “He’s even more beautiful than in the pictures. Is that really a man?”

“I heard he was only discovered by the Church Court the year before last, and he became a Disciple last year.” At this point, Ming Lin lowered his voice. “Some people say he might possess the never-before-seen Scarlet Talent.”

“It’s not ’might’,” Wei Yufan spoke up again. “He *is* a Scarlet Tier Four Professional.”

’A Scarlet Talent?’ Su Chen was surprised. ’So this is the Church Court’s trump card? The reason they’re so confident they can win the Great Venerable Red Flame Thunder Resonator’s acknowledgment?’