My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 335 - 201: Spiritual Preselection

A hush fell before the giant screen. The echoes of Qing Cang and Ni Chuan’s argument over the dangers of the Deceitful God’s Power had yet to dissipate, yet Su Chen had just stood up.

Qing Cang’s expression froze for a moment, clearly stunned. He couldn’t help but mutter, “At his age… to think someone could endure the corrosion of the Deceitful God’s Power through sheer force?”

Enduring the corrosion of the Deceitful God’s Power was not, in itself, an exceptionally rare feat.

The Deceitful God’s Power had tiers as well. Low-tier Deceitful God Power, for example, could never have corroded him.

But Su Chen’s situation was entirely different. He was only Tier Four, facing Middle Tier Deceitful God’s Power, and had still managed to endure it through sheer force in such a short time.

A record like that was difficult to find even throughout the entire Dust Star Sea.

“Endured it?” Ni Chuan’s expression turned cold. His gaze shifted from Su Chen’s still somewhat dazed figure on the giant screen to his own son, who was still writhing on the ground. His tone was detached.

“In such a short amount of time, how could he have possibly endured it? He’s likely been corrupted by the Deceitful God’s Power.”

“Corrupted?” Qing Cang glanced over and said with a faint smile, “Your Excellency, surely you’ve seen what happens when someone is successfully corrupted by the Deceitful God’s Power. To still make such a claim is truly beneath someone of your status.”

“Besides, with Venerable Red Sun presiding and my Master watching, what Deceitful God’s Follower could possibly deceive the eyes of them both?”

Ni Chuan snorted but offered no rebuttal. His expression was uncertain as he stared at Su Chen on the giant screen. He hadn’t paid this person any mind before, but it now seemed there was indeed something unusual about him to have garnered Qing Cang’s attention.

’To endure the corrosion of the Deceitful God’s Power by sheer force… The resilience of his Heart is truly extraordinary.’

’This kind of person will stop at nothing to claw his way toward his goals.’

’His Talent may be a far cry from the top, but reaching Double Seventh Tier should be no problem. There’s even a chance he could reach Double Eighth Tier. A potential future disaster…’ he mused. Every powerful being the Sect gained was a threat to the Royal Court.

’A truly heaven-sent opportunity…’ Amid the low din of the crowd behind them, only Xia Hanshi remained impassive.

He listened to the doubtful speculations and even gasps of horror from Chong Jingtian and the others, his heart a pool of absolute calm.

After all, he had personally seen Su Chen drain an entire training ground dry of its Deceitful God’s Power.

’Su Chen must have used that precognitive ability of his to consume the Deceitful God’s Power.’ Xia Hanshi’s gaze flickered toward the Bronze Ancient King on the cauldron.

……

Inside the cauldron, a flicker of astonishment also crossed Red Sun’s eyes. Watching Su Chen shakily rise to his feet, his spiritual projection actually seemed to waver, as if it had crashed.

His rules contained no protocol for handling the situation before him.

His main body had never expected that someone at this tier of strength could actually withstand the corrosion of the Deceitful God’s Power.

Not only that, he was a life form native to Red Thunder Star.

’To think the mother star can still produce such a talent. This kind of resolute Heart is truly rare. Though his Talent is a bit lacking and he cannot become the chosen one, with Senior Brother here, perhaps his path forward can be made a little easier…’ Red Sun thought to himself.

’Why isn’t this guy saying anything…’ Su Chen rubbed his temples. Something felt off. ’I must have overdone it.’

’I’m already more than a step behind on Talent, so I planned to make a big impression with my Heart. But this impression… might have been a little too big.’

He had been rubbing his temples for a while. Seeing that this spiritual remnant remained silent, he was about to say something when he heard a wail from beside him.

“No… don’t…”

It was Ming Lin. Though his eyes were squeezed shut, tears streamed uncontrollably from their corners as he thrashed about on the ground.

Su Chen’s brow twitched. Red Sun had already raised his hand, and a gout of crimson flame shot up from the metal floor, enveloping Ming Lin. It burned without any wind, growing fiercer by the second.

Following this, Ming Lin’s screams grew even louder. His limbs splayed out, his chest arched toward the sky, and the veins on his neck bulged taut.

Wisps of black smoke seeped from his seven orifices, only to be incinerated within the crimson flames. A faint, vicious shriek also died away.

’The Deceitful God’s Power can be forced out?’ Su Chen watched from the side in astonishment. No such technique existed on Red Thunder Star.

Once the Deceitful God’s Power was forced out, Ming Lin gradually regained consciousness. He lay on his back, dazed for a moment before remembering where he was. His throat was dry and sore, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

’I didn’t become one of the Deceitful God’s Followers?’ The very first thing he did upon waking was to mentally curse every Deceitful God he knew.

Finding that no sense of resistance arose within him, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“A Tier Four Professional, lasted just under three minutes. A pity, you were just a little bit short.” Red Sun finally spoke. “But it’s still quite good. You deserve a commendation.”

Hearing the voice, Ming Lin turned his head, and his gaze immediately fell upon Su Chen.

’Su Chen woke up even earlier than me?’ Ming Lin thought in surprise. Before he could dwell on it, he heard a CLANG as something landed in front of him.

It was a long, crimson metal staff, with its ends engraved with golden patterns.

’So there are rewards…’ Su Chen muttered to himself.

Ming Lin scrambled up from the ground and scooped up the metal staff. He weighed it in his hand; it was considerably heavy.

It wasn’t a Tier Four weapon; he estimated it was Tier Five. A weapon of this level, even in Ying Feng, would have to be special-ordered, cost a considerable price, and require a long wait to be forged.

Although he had been tormented, at least his suffering had not been in vain.

“However, you cannot participate in the next assessment,” Red Sun added.

Ming Lin was not surprised. He shot Su Chen a helpless look and said, “Then please send us out.”