My Professions Have Too Much Personality

"I’m just about done. I should be able to complete the professional requirements very soon."

"Not bad. You’re quite diligent." Lanhai nodded in satisfaction, then added with a pointed look, "Other than that, have you been busy with anything else?"

Lan Hao froze in the middle of handing over a teacup. A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and his heart leaped into his throat. That wasn’t just a hint—it was practically a direct accusation.

He knew his father all too well. His activities had probably already been discovered. No wonder the Qin Family hadn’t found anything.

"What’s wrong?" Lanhai reached out, took the teacup from his son’s hand, and took a sip, feigning confusion.

’Even if an Ancient King stood before you, you deny it to your dying breath...’ Suddenly, a sentence his father had said after Meng Shiyu’s death echoed in Lan Hao’s ears.

’This isn’t the time for a showdown. He’d already done what he’d done. If he exposed it now, it would be a complete waste.’

’I’m his son. It’s not like he can actually do anything to me anyway.’ The thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Lan Hao shook his head firmly. "No."

"No?" Lanhai’s movements paused for a moment.

"No," Lan Hao repeated.

"It’s good that there’s nothing." Lanhai’s expression was unreadable. He set down the teacup, which was still two-thirds full.

"Father, take care." Lan Hao respectfully saw him off. On his front, which Lan Hao couldn’t see, Lanhai’s brow furrowed slightly. ’Making a deal with a tiger... Where did he get such nerve? And when exactly did he make contact...’

’Since Father already knows, he must have cleaned up after me.’ Lan Hao slowly let out a breath, relaxing considerably. ’Hmm... When those Deceitful God’s Followers give me a completely impossible task, it won’t be too late to have a showdown then.’

...

On this day, in the training room, scorching bolts of lightning exploded around Su Chen. Crimson-purple electric serpents tore at the air, and a fiery glow coiled and slithered around his torso.

At a certain moment, as if reaching some kind of limit, Su Chen’s body trembled slightly. The brilliant Flame Thunder surrounding him abruptly detonated. Magma and electric serpents intertwined, rolling outwards in a massive wave.

But just as quickly, it all rolled back like a receding tide, entering Su Chen’s body through his pores and bringing a familiar sense of fullness.

’Finally...’ Su Chen opened his eyes and glanced at his panel. Just as he expected, the development progress for both his professions had reached one hundred percent.

Over ten days ago, his Body Refining and Meditation Technique had already reached one hundred percent, awakening an Enhanced Ability for each and strengthening him.

The Celestial Forged Object in his stomach had also been fully digested, significantly increasing his physical strength.

’Next is to go to the Creation Copper Heart... to complete the final step.’ Su Chen already had a plan and didn’t hesitate. He left the Floating Island and headed straight for the Copper Heart.

’It’s happening so fast...’

Coming out of the port, Su Chen glanced up. The framework of the new satellite city above his head was mostly complete. It still looked like a hollow skeleton at the moment, but they would probably start laying down the ground surface soon.

"Su Xingzhong..."

Su Chen returned the greetings as he walked, arriving at the location of the Creation Copper Heart.

After entering the door, he turned and greeted, "Brother Ku."

"You again? Visiting so frequently?"

The old man lifted an eyelid, looking somewhat surprised.

’This is frequent? It’s been almost three months since my last visit.’ Su Chen was speechless. But on second thought, for someone Brother Ku’s age...

...three months probably didn’t seem long at all.

"Go on," Brother Ku said, clearly not in the mood for small talk.

Su Chen nodded and stepped into the Creation Copper Heart. Starlight flowed around him, and the Copper Spirit’s voice sounded, "Lord Su Chen, what are your instructions?"

Su Chen was quite familiar with the process and recited the professional requirements verbatim: "Simulate a location that satisfies the requirements of a place where thunderstorms are at their peak, Flame Fire is at its most toxic, and the Illusion Realm is at its most real."

"Instruction received..." the Copper Spirit responded. The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. A flash of pale green lightning streaked across his vision, followed by unending rumbles of thunder. Above, black clouds pressed down like an iron curtain, roiling with molten gold-like plasma.

The ground cracked and spread, and from the depths of the fissures surged viscous crimson flames. They condensed into indigo fireballs that exploded upon hitting the ground, sending rolling waves of heat rushing toward him.

Where the lightning and fire met, the void faintly distorted, reflecting scenes that shouldn’t have been there—a peach blossom forest in spring, a lone city on a snowy night.

"Please test if the conditions meet your professional requirements."

Su Chen immediately sat down cross-legged. Phantasmal fire serpents raised their heads to bite, and spears of lightning tore through the clouds, smashing against his body and shattering into fragments of light with a crackling sound.

But after a moment, he frowned and opened his eyes. "The intensity of the Mental Interference isn’t quite enough."

"Understood," the Copper Spirit’s voice fell.

The next moment, Su Chen felt his brain swell. The surrounding scenery instantly distorted. The lightning vanished and the fire serpents disappeared, replaced by seductive, sprawling female figures. Their delicate, smooth fingers roamed over his body, leaving a faint, tingling numbness in their wake.

He observed for another moment, then nodded. "That’s enough. Now, accelerate the time flow by a factor of ten."

However, the Copper Spirit said, "Lord Su Chen, you seem to be mistaken. The Creation Copper Heart cannot accelerate the flow of time."

"It can’t?" Su Chen was surprised. "But... what’s-his-name said it should be possible."

"That is merely a cognitive distortion caused by Pseudo-Spirituality. In essence, it accelerates the operational speed of the simulated Illusion Realm, but in reality, the flow of time does not speed up," the Copper Spirit explained.

"Uh..." Su Chen paused. "What’s the difference?"

"For example, if you were originally meant to endure ten strikes per minute, accelerating it tenfold in the Copper Heart means you must now endure one hundred strikes per minute," the Copper Spirit explained.

"Whereas if the flow of time were truly accelerated, you would still only need to endure ten strikes in one minute of real time."