My Professions Have Too Much Personality

Chapter 238: Chapter 153: The Only Path to Survival Under the Holy Banquet

’But is Scarlet really enough?’ Su Chen couldn’t help but wonder.

“It really is a Scarlet Talent,” Zhong Ming said, stunned. “I wonder what his strength is.”

But Feng Ze shook his head. “Talent and strength aren’t necessarily related. At best, it leads to a Top-tier Profession at Tier Four. Taking on a special profession doesn’t even depend on Talent. Judging by his age, he probably hasn’t taken on many professions, so his strength at his tier is likely nothing special.”

“The same tier?” Wei Yufan let out a laugh. “The Church Court doesn’t have any challenge arenas, and no one is forcing them to step into one. They aren’t going to care about fighting on equal footing.”

Everyone’s expression grew awkward. With Chong Jingtian right in front of them, they couldn’t say much, so they just watched as Wu Chenpei led the people from Yuan Capital to pay their condolences to Wei Yinsuo.

And besides Hongxuan, a few other young-looking men frequently glanced in their direction.

Inside the hall, nearly everyone’s eyes were fixed on the group from Yuan Capital, discussing them in low voices.

After paying their condolences, Wu Chenpei sat down with Chong Jingtian and his group, while Hongxuan and the others sat on the other side.

“I heard this Chief Judge was done in inside his own Judicial Court.” One of them looked up at the large black-and-white photograph with a playful smirk. “The Judicial Court…”

“An Ming, watch your words,” another person said with a frown. “This is Ying Feng’s business.”

An Ming shrugged. “I’m just speaking the truth. I heard the Judicial Court came up with a fun little toy, some kind of challenge arena. For anyone below Tier Five, it can suppress both fighters to the same tier.”

“The last few times we came, it was all just minor squabbles. Our levels were different, so no one took it seriously. But if they have something like this…”

Beside him, Hongxuan said coolly, “We’re not here to cause trouble.”

An Ming chuckled drily and said no more.

The two sides were clearly divided. Although they were sizing each other up, no one spoke.

When the memorial service ended, the elevators didn’t have enough capacity, so everyone had to leave in batches.

“Su Chen, have you taken on the Armored Bone Warrior profession yet?”

Downstairs, Ming Lin grabbed Su Chen, wearing a constipated expression.

“What’s wrong?” Su Chen asked curiously.

“Getting beaten up every day is brutal. I estimated that to meet the requirements, it’s going to take me nearly two years.” Ming Lin was clearly tormented by this. But the profession’s requirements were the requirements; falling even a little short would weaken the abilities he’d gain after taking it on.

“Same here. It’ll probably take me even longer than you,” Su Chen said with a look of profound agreement. Ming Lin’s mood instantly improved.

He immediately tried to pull Su Chen into the same car to discuss the finer points of getting beaten up.

“You’re not going back to the Judicial Court?”

After being turned down, Ming Lin looked at Su Chen in surprise.

“Yeah,” Su Chen nodded. “I’m heading to the Translation Department.”

“Tsk…” Ming Lin couldn’t hide his envy. “If you find some secret to qualifying for a profession, don’t forget about me.”

“A secret to qualifying?” Su Chen laughed. “If only such a thing existed.”

The two said their goodbyes. Su Chen boarded a Hovercar and looked out the window at the Yuan Capital People, murmuring, “Spiritualists…”

He wasn’t familiar with the Yuan Capital People, so he figured it would be difficult to ask about their professions. Su Chen decided he should still go to the Translation Department and get Old Sang’s opinion.

It was also a good chance to probe their movements. If they really wanted to see the Stone Slab, they would definitely have to go through Old Pu.

…

The visitors from Yuan Capital were staying at the guest house, with Hovercars specially prepared by Ying Feng for their travel. However, Wu Chenpei stopped Chong Jingtian. “Chief, you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride, would you?”

“Please, Saint Envoy.” Chong Jingtian was surprised, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, but he naturally wouldn’t refuse. He invited the other man into his vehicle.

The black, gold-embroidered body of the vehicle was quite substantial. The two of them sat in the back, where the space was very generous. The one responsible for driving was also a mechanical puppet.

Chong Jingtian was direct. “Saint Envoy, you sought me out. What is it you wish to say?”

Wu Chenpei hadn’t expected Chong Jingtian to be so blunt. He had to adjust his approach, his voice lowering as if filled with sorrow.

“You must have noticed it as well. The Deceitful God’s Followers are becoming more and more active. Our people have seen a massive Divine Statue, thousands of meters tall, floating in the wilderness.”

“The Holy Banquet is about to begin. The Deceitful God is going to carve up this planet and devour it.”

Chong Jingtian’s eyes flickered, but he wasn’t intimidated. He said coolly, “Aren’t you here to explain why people from Yuan Capital appeared in one of Ying Feng’s subordinate cities?”

“Because we are also investigating that matter,” Wu Chenpei said, but offered no further explanation. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Ten years ago, a ship fell from the heavens. Three people survived. That was how we learned of the Royal Court’s existence.”

“We wanted to join them but were refused. Accepting us would make their cost of ruling too high—unless this planet possessed something of extreme value.”

“They weren’t even sure if that Morning Star Tier profession truly existed. But thanks to our joint efforts to conceal it, they found nothing and left in disappointment.”

“But now, everything they spoke of has come to pass. The Holy Banquet is imminent. We have only one chance.”

“Ask the Royal Court for help and give them the ruins,” Chong Jingtian said, his voice indifferent as he turned his head to watch the scenery stream past the window. “Pin our hopes on others? Once they have the most valuable thing, will they still pay a price to help us fight the Deceitful God?”

“No…” Wu Chenpei shook his head, refuting Chong Jingtian’s assumption. “We won’t be handing over the Morning Star Tier profession, but rather the one chosen by the Spiritual.”

“What do you mean?” Chong Jingtian turned back, his brow deeply furrowed.

Wu Chenpei said in a low voice, “Hongxuan was meticulously cultivated by us. He has a Scarlet Talent, and everything about him is perfect. As long as we can get him recognized by that Morning Star Tier profession, we’ll have a way to survive.”

“Then, we destroy every object that carries the Spiritual, leaving only Hongxuan. Those people said that planets capable of producing a Morning Star Tier profession are extremely rare. Even in the Royal Court, a Morning Star Tier is a major figure.”