My Professions Have Chapter 87: A Righteous Person

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: A Righteous Person

Normally, it would be difficult for soone who has never been to Ying Feng to be appointed, even as a deputy departnt head. Sun Tai was lacking more than just accomplishnts.

This touched upon Ying Feng’s core principles for governing its subordinate cities. But since it was the Chief Judge’s will, an exception could be made.

Yuan Chenyang’s expression softened. People who knew how to repay kindness always earned the goodwill of others. He sighed with emotion,

"Regardless, as Elder Xia’s student, you’ll have a unique advantage when you take the Judicial Court’s assessnt. You might even have a shot at a Core Seed position down the line."

"The Core Seeds are the candidates in line for Chief Judge." At this, Yuan Chenyang couldn’t help but shake his head. "Unfortunately, since the Do Light System was rolled out twenty years ago, the cities have beco increasingly stable, and more and more talented individuals have erged."

"Otherwise, twenty years ago, soone with Double Red Gold Talent would have definitely been a Core Seed."

’The Do Light? That giant sun was only implented twenty years ago?’ Su Chen was inwardly surprised.

"It’s all the sa to ," Su Chen said, feigning indifference.

"Haha, it’s not the sa at all..." Yuan Chenyang couldn’t help but laugh. "But it’s good that you have that mindset."

Then, his smile faded, and he asked in a low voice, "Your Talent... how did it beco Double Red Gold?"

Yuan Chenyang had personally tested his Talent before, so he was naturally curious. Su Chen had already prepared his answer. "It was the Wise Man and Scholar professions. I forced myself to take on both, and they gave

a slight boost."

"Those two professions?" Yuan Chenyang was slightly taken aback, then sighed in admiration. "Professions that can enhance one’s Talent are incredibly rare. You’re very lucky."

"But... while we do have Scholar in Southwind, where did Wise Man co from?"

"The Wise Man profession ca from Zhang Hengyu. He seed to feel guilty about Zhang Hongbo transferring

to be used as bait," Su Chen explained.

"Zhang Hengyu..." Yuan Chenyang grinned. "He’s certainly nothing like his father. Makes you wonder if he’s really Old Zhang’s kid."

Su Chen chuckled. He chatted for a while with the teacher he hadn’t seen in so long, and was relieved to find that Yuan Chenyang held no resentnt toward him.

Before long, news of Zhang Hongbo’s resignation began to spread.

Zhang Hongbo had controlled South City for over a decade and held several concurrent positions. His prestige was deeply ingrained in the public’s mind, not to ntion he was a familiar face at Southwind Academy.

Graduates who knew him were now spread across every industry in Southwind. His influence was truly deep-rooted.

When the higher-ups in many departnts learned of this, they were shaken, and a sense of dread uncontrollably welled up inside them.

Furthermore, there was the Exploration Departnt, which acted as his personal army. They were the most elite group in Southwind City. If this wasn’t handled properly, it could lead to huge problems.

Changing commanders on the eve of battle is a huge taboo, especially at a critical ti like this. But due to his brother’s involvent, Zhang Hongbo had no choice but to step down.

At the sa ti, Yuan Chenyang wasn’t naive enough to think that holding the City Lord’s official seal ant he could command everyone. He even allowed Zhang Hongbo to retain his position as Head of the Exploration Departnt to placate everyone.

By the next day, as more news trickled out, everyone learned that Yuan Chenyang had taken over as City Lord. Many people breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a relief that one of their own was in charge. Many had known about the arrival of the special envoys from Ying Feng and feared a major purge. Now, it seed it was just so internal power struggle.

In the mid-afternoon, Yuan Chenyang summoned the heads of all the departnts. They talked in secret for a long ti, only dispersing as dusk fell.

No one knew what they discussed, but the once-turbulent situation quickly stabilized.

......

"Zhang Hongbo’s brother is involved with the Deceitful God Sect?"

Inside the Research Departnt, Jiang He pulled out a chair and had her old father sit down. As she listened to him recount the day’s eting, her face filled with astonishnt. "Talk about being blind to what’s right under your nose. Zhang Hongbo was so shrewd, yet he was brought down by his own family."

"Yuan Chenyang really lucked out. It’s a sha you aren’t familiar with those special envoys, Father. Otherwise..."

Jiang He couldn’t help but feel it was a pity. The status of a City Lord and a departnt head were worlds apart.

For one thing, the City Lord has the right to communicate directly with Ying Feng. All other departnt heads must go through him, no matter what.

"That kid, Su Chen, really hit the jackpot. The City Lord’s disciple... his future is boundless," Jiang He mused. She rembered how after Qi Chuan’s death, Jiang Rong had insisted she keep a low profile. She hadn’t even been to the academy lately.

"You’re mistaken." Jiang Rong glanced at his daughter and shook his head. "Yuan Chenyang only beca City Lord thanks to Su Chen."

"Thanks... to Su Chen?" Jiang He hesitated, unable to understand.

"I can’t tell if you have good judgnt or terrible judgnt." Jiang Rong sighed. "Su Chen has been taken as a student by the visiting Chief Judge. That’s why the other higher-ups have backed down. They can’t compete with Yuan Chenyang now."

"The... Chief... Judge’s... student?" Jiang He’s eyes went wide. "Him...? How...? I... What...?"

Her expression grew vacant as scenes from that day in the room flashed before her eyes. ’How long has it even been?’

"...However..." Jiang Rong ignored his stunned daughter, stroking the armrest of his chair. "I have a feeling sothing big is about to happen. Leave tomorrow morning. Go to Yun Lan first, then travel with the main trade caravan to Ying Feng. Once you beco a Third-tier Secret Technique Weaver, you can co back and take over my position."

"Did you hear !"

When Jiang Rong received no reply, his voice grew louder.

"Y-yes..." Jiang He replied instinctively, touching her cheek, which seed to throb with a faint, stinging pain.

......

The turmoil outside no longer affected Su Chen, the Chief Judge’s prized disciple.

Stepping out of the Gravity Chamber, Su Chen caught his breath, casually picked up a vial of green potion from the table, and downed it.

It was a highly compressed Tier Two Nutrient Liquid, derived from the flesh of Mutant Species. It was enough to provide a Tier Two Professional with all the nutrients needed for several days.

Previously, he had to drink regular Nutrient Liquid, chugging several bottles a day.

’Old Yuan seems reckless, but he’s quite capable...’ Su Chen thought. The transition of power from Zhang Hongbo to Yuan Chenyang had been remarkably smooth, with no incidents so far.

He stepped into the washroom, water cascading down the lines of his lean, muscular body. ’That thing has finally stopped moving,’ Su Chen mused. ’It’s been in the sa spot for over half a day. Looks like it’s in the Refugee District. I have to get rid of this threat, no matter what.’

’I’ll just go straight to Old Xia. He probably figured things out last ti anyway. Using anyone else would look like I don’t trust him. Still... I need to be tactful about it.’

After rinsing off, Su Chen sat at the desk again and wrote a letter by hand.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, then climbing the stairs to the rooftop, he imdiately saw the stooped old man standing at the edge.

"Master... do you just stand up here when you have free ti?" Su Chen walked over, asking with concern.

"The city lights help calm my mind." Xia Hanshi’s voice was detached as he gazed down at the lights below. "What do you need?"

"Master, a letter was slipped under my door last night. I’m not sure what to make of it." Su Chen held out the letter.

"Oh?" Xia Hanshi beca interested. Without any visible movent from him, the letter in Su Chen’s hand disappeared.

"Who could have such awful handwriting?" Xia Hanshi comnted with disdain.

’I’m speechless,’ Su Chen thought. But Old Xia’s eyes scanned the letter line by line, his expression growing grave.

"...traces of the Deceitful God’s activity have been discovered approximately two kiloters east of the Refugee Administration Bureau’s West City Branch..."

When he reached the end, the corner of Xia Hanshi’s mouth twitched. "It’s signed, ’A Righteous Person.’"

"This ’Righteous Person’ was the one who sent the tip to that little fatty last ti, too, wasn’t it?" Xia Hanshi said coolly.

"I suppose so," Su Chen said, lowering his head.

"Tell , should I believe him?" Xia Hanshi asked in return.

Su Chen hesitated. "We probably can."

Xia Hanshi glanced at him unhappily, his brows furrowed. "If he’s so righteous, why is he hiding?"

Su Chen sighed. "Maybe he has his reasons. It’s just one trip. What if we find sothing unexpected, just like last ti?"

"The coordinates are so specific. He shouldn’t have any connection to the Deceitful God, right?" Xia Hanshi looked into the distance. "And I’m not just talking about Black Tuo..."

"I don’t think so," Su Chen responded.

Su Chen hadn’t written the letter just to be deliberately mysterious.

Even if they both knew the truth, this charade created a necessary buffer. As long as Xia Hanshi didn’t press him on it directly, Su Chen could feign ignorance.

And from what he knew of Old Xia so far, as long as he was being sowhat forthright—and since this was about killing the Deceitful God’s Followers—the old man was unlikely to dig too deep.

"Heh..." Xia Hanshi fell silent for a long mont before a ghastly smile spread across his face. A laugh like a crow’s caw scraped from his throat.

"Elder... Xia?"

Just then, Yang Yan hurried over. Seeing Xia Hanshi’s grotesque smile, he felt a sense of unease.

’The last ti I saw Elder Xia laugh... uh... I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh.’

’Did Su Chen really win Elder Xia’s favor that easily?’

"What is it?" Xia Hanshi’s expression darkened again.

Yang Yan flinched internally and hurried to report, "Well, the other cities have sent their replies. They’ll dispatch people as soon as possible, but it will still take a few days."

So Old Xia had requested the reinforcents after all. It made sense, given that their target had escaped last ti and still hadn’t been found.

"No need." Xia Hanshi shook his head, the paper in his hand crumbling to dust. "Notify Yuan Chenyang, Zhang Hongbo, and Gu Bing. They’re coming with ."

"Where are we going?" Yang Yan couldn’t help but ask, then he realized his mistake and hurriedly said, "I’ll go gather them right away."

"Please be extrely careful, Master." What Su Chen really ant was, ’You have to go all out this ti. Don’t let him escape again. I really don’t dare to lock onto his position directly a second ti.’

"I know." Xia Hanshi shot him a sidelong glance. He had been unprepared last ti. Who could have expected a Black Tuo Statue to suddenly appear?

But this ti, he would go all out!

......

’...Just one more day...’

In a remote corner of the Refugee District, extrely close to the city wall, a hazy mist perated the air. Even the shacks of the refugees were sparse here.

The Priest sat cross-legged on the ground, his face pale, the Black Tuo Statue floating behind him.

Only from behind could one see a large gash split open along his spine, from which the statue was drawing droplets of black blood.

From the base of the Black Tuo Statue, liquid-like black tendrils snaked out and burrowed deep into the ground.

’A tiny little Southwind City has pushed

to this point! When the Saint Master descends, all of you will be devoured! And you, Xia Hanshi, you old bastard, I’ll never forgive you!’

A venomous expression flooded the Priest’s face, only to be replaced by worry. ’But the Saint Master himself ordered

to find the Delicious Soul, and I still have no leads.’

’The lead Zhou Xian gave

about Yuan Chenyang isn’t very promising. If the "Delicious Soul" has already left Southwind, I’m afraid I’ll be ’returning to the Saint Master’s embrace’ myself.’

’I don’t mind returning to the Saint Master’s embrace, but my true sin would be failing to fulfill His wish. I pray the soul is still in Southwind City!’

"Priest!" a disheveled Zhou Xian burst in, his face filled with irrepressible excitent. "I found it, I found it!"

"I found the Delicious Soul!"