My Professions Have Too Much Personality - Chapter 99 - 96: Core Seed, The Position of Chief Judge

Chapter 99: Chapter 96: Core Seed, The Position of Chief Judge

Yang Yan deliberately lowered his voice. “The requirements for Low-tier Professions just have you do some running and exercise, but the requirements for High Tier professions are incredibly varied and contain peculiar powers.”

This was something Su Chen had truly never heard before. He pressed on with more questions, and Yang Yan finally elaborated.

“…A long time ago, the Translation Department had a theory that the higher the tier of a profession, the greater its Spiritual nature… If you aren’t compatible, learning information about it will interfere with you. In severe cases, you might even go mad.”

“A profession can have its own consciousness?” Su Chen asked, a look of “shock” on his face.

“I don’t know…” Yang Yan shook his head. “But no one has mentioned that theory for a long time. It was my teacher who told me.”

“Tell me… could a certain profession take a special liking to someone, allowing them to assume the profession without meeting any requirements?” Su Chen said.

“Haha…” Yang Yan froze for a second, then burst out laughing. “You young people really have vivid imaginations.”

He dismissed Su Chen’s words as idle chatter, not taking them seriously at all.

Then, Su Chen asked how the professions translated by the Translation Department were distributed.

Yang Yan thought for a moment. “First, they’re separated into special professions and sequential professions, then subdivided even further. The various organizations in the city, and even individuals, can bid on them at auction, with the exception of certain professions that have special functions.”

“So it’s an auction…” Su Chen said, surprised.

“You can also trade professions for other professions…” Yang Yan added casually. “The wilderness is shrouded in mist, and there are still many undiscovered settlements with strange, inherited professions.”

“That’s how the Professional Hunter trade came to be.”

Su Chen wasn’t listening to the last part of what Yang Yan said. The only thing he heard was “trade professions for other professions.”

’Hmm… It seems I’ve found a way… Saint…’ Su Chen mused.

“Yang Yan…”

A voice suddenly called out. Su Chen snapped out of his thoughts and realized another person had appeared in the hall. He had immaculate, slicked-back blond hair, wore glasses, had thin lips, and very fair skin.

Upon seeing this man, Yang Yan’s expression soured. He said coldly, “Jin Yunxuan.”

“Back from your patrol?” Jin Yunxuan asked, a faint smile on his face as his gaze swept past Su Chen.

“That’s a Holy Word Stone in the box, isn’t it? Where’d you go this time? Beifeng City, or West Wind City?” Jin Yunxuan said, strolling over and reaching for the metal box in Yang Yan’s hands.

“It was Southwind City!” Yang Yan snapped, pulling the box away.

“Oh… my apologies, I forgot,” Jin Yunxuan said, completely unapologetic. He pointed at the box. “Have you forgotten? I’m a Translator, too. I have the right to inspect it.”

Yang Yan’s face was cold. “This is a special type. Judge Xia ordered me to deliver it to Professor Sang in person. If you insist on inspecting it, I will report the matter truthfully.”

“Judge Xia…” Jin Yunxuan’s expression became more serious, but then his eyes narrowed. “A special type that must be personally delivered to Professor Sang? How interesting.”

Yang Yan remained silent. Just then, the receptionist’s emotionless voice sounded, “Professor Sang is now available, Judge Yang…”

“Wait…” Jin Yunxuan suddenly stepped forward, smiling. “Translator Jin Yunxuan. I have an urgent matter and need to see Professor Sang.”

The receptionist’s voice paused. “Translator Jin Yunxuan, your priority is higher than that of a Judge. Please go ahead.”

“Pardon me.” Jin Yunxuan turned and smiled at the two of them. “You’ll both have to wait a little longer.”

He walked straight into the elevator. Yang Yan’s face was livid. After a long moment, he exhaled and said with a bitter smile, “Looks like we’ll be waiting a while.”

“It’s fine.” Su Chen shook his head, unconcerned.

“That man has held a grudge against the Judicial Court for a long time, and we have some personal history as well,” Yang Yan said helplessly. “I’m just a Judge, so in some situations, he can pull rank on me.”

Having been cut in line, the two of them waited for over another hour before the receptionist finally let them in.

“How come that guy hasn’t come out yet?” Yang Yan muttered, frowning as he stepped into the elevator.

DING!

The elevator doors closed, and the two of them ascended directly to the top floor.

The entire top floor was a laboratory filled with precision instruments. The first thing Su Chen did upon entering was scan the room.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see any Holy Word Stones lying around.

He did, however, attract hostile, suspicious glares from two staff members. They weren’t Translators, not even apprentices—just assistants.

“Professor Sang…” Yang Yan ignored Jin Yunxuan, who was standing off to the side, and walked up to a slightly portly, elderly man in a white lab coat.

The man had a warm and gentle smile, but his right eye was a milky white.

“This is the Holy Word Stone from Southwind…”

He held it out, but Jin Yunxuan, who was standing nearby, snatched it away. Shaking his head, he said, “Our dear Judge Yang is so rigid. I ran into him downstairs just now and wanted to take a look ahead of time.”

“After all, these little cities down there—Southwind, Beifeng, whatever—they aren’t very capable. If they made a mistake identifying the Holy Word Stone, wouldn’t that just be a waste of Elder Sang’s time?”

“And yet, he wouldn’t let me look.”

Yang Yan’s face darkened, but he could only watch helplessly as the other man opened the box, took out the palm-sized Holy Word Stone, and held it up to his eyes for careful inspection.

“Hmm… This looks like the His Language. This script is mostly used to record special professions…” he said, squinting at it for a moment.

“According to our records, this should be a special, spatial-type profession. Extremely rare.” Sang Hanhai shook his head. “Xiao Jin, you specialize in the Borle Language. You’d better give that to me.”

“A spatial-type profession?” Jin Yunxuan looked amazed. “It’s been some time since one of those was discovered.”

He presented the Holy Word Stone with both hands. “I’d love to study the His Language, but you won’t take me on as your student, Elder.”