My Professions Have Too Much Personality

This place was built around the mining district. It wasn’t a major city; in fact, it could even be called remote. Outsiders rarely came here.

On one of the mottled high-rises, Fan Zhao stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the dense crowd below. He seemed rather surprised. "Su Chen came too? Is this information confirmed?"

The young man standing behind him quickly replied, "It’s confirmed. We have his travel records, and quite a few people saw him board the spaceship."

"What is he doing here?" Fan Zhao’s brow furrowed.

"That... we don’t know for now." The voice of the person behind him was hesitant.

Fan Zhao’s expression darkened. Previously, Meng Shiyu had always been the one keeping an eye on Su Chen.

After Meng Shiyu’s death, he had been busy investigating the disappearance of the Spiritual Fire. Then, with Qin Yun’s sudden vanishing, his faction had been in a state of panic, and no one was watching Su Chen.

The thought of this stirred a baseless irritation within him. There were still no results regarding Meng Shiyu’s death.

The Lan Family had already provided some compensation to the Meng Family, and the Meng Family had implicitly expressed to him several times that they didn’t want to pursue Lan Hao any further.

After all, the other party was the legitimate son of the Lan Family Patriarch. Pursuing the matter would likely yield no results, so it was better to quit while they were ahead.

The fundamental reason for this was still Qin Yun’s current awkward situation.

And then there was the matter at hand. Although he had already arrived on Canglan Star, Fan Zhao was somewhat hesitant about the upcoming meeting.

There was already news about Qin Yun; the only thing he wanted to figure out was the theft of the Spiritual Fire.

But after so much time, his initial anger had mostly dissipated. Now that he was actually about to make contact with the Deceitful God, he found himself hesitating once more...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK— A sudden knock on the door.

Fan Zhao’s eyes flickered. "Come in."

A person walked in quickly with their head lowered, wearing the earth-gray uniform of a patrol team. They reported, "Your Excellency, the two people you had us watch have arrived."

"They’re finally here." A sharp glint flashed in Fan Zhao’s eyes. He asked nonchalantly, "I heard that Su Xingzhong also came to Canglan Star. Do you have any news about that?"

"I have heard some things," the person replied hurriedly. "They say a few people from his home planet came and were placed here. Today is supposed to be their first mission. Su Xingzhong should be here to give them face."

"Is that so..." Fan Zhao said thoughtfully, then waved his hand dismissively.

The person bowed and then left.

’Su Chen... Su Chen...’ he muttered, a glint appearing in his eyes. ’This is actually perfect... In that case... you can only blame yourself for your unfortunate timing.’

"Luoxun," he called out suddenly. The young man behind him quickly answered, "Master."

"Go in my place. Meet with these two people," Fan Zhao said coolly.

Fang Luoxun looked hesitant. He didn’t know who these two people were or what they did, but it had to be extremely important. And since it had to be hidden from the Sect, it probably wasn’t anything good.

But the thought had barely surfaced before he suppressed it, because Fan Zhao was now standing in front of him. The shadow cast by his burly frame completely enveloped him.

Fang Luoxun could only brace himself and reply, "Yes, Master."

Fan Zhao nodded in satisfaction, then secretly relayed some instructions via mental fluctuations.

Fang Luoxun’s expression shifted constantly. Finally, he stared at Fan Zhao in astonishment, his eyes a mixture of terror, unease, and disbelief.

But meeting Fan Zhao’s icy gaze, his lips moved, though ultimately no other words came out. He just nodded bitterly. "I understand."

As Fang Luoxun walked out of the building, he couldn’t help but look back, his expression still somewhat dazed.

He never expected his master would go this far.

’Why has it come to this?’

He murmured to himself, unable to comprehend it. Even if something had happened to Venerable Qin Yun, his master’s status might decline, but he was still a Tier Eight Professional of the Sect, and one with the potential to achieve a Melting Holy Profession.

’How could he have such a thought, let alone act on it? That’s a Star Seed...’

He even considered whether he should report this to the Sect, but Fan Zhao’s years of imposing authority made him feel a sense of dread.

’Master is definitely watching me right now. Even if I’m going to report it, I have to wait until I leave this place. I’m just a messenger, so it shouldn’t be a big problem.’

’Besides, if Senior Brother Tianlin becomes a Star Seed, it seems...’

Swallowing hard, Fang Luoxun followed the location his master had given him and arrived in front of a slightly dilapidated hotel.

The sign was a metal plate with rusted edges. Most of the neon tubes on it were out, with only a few scattered letters still faintly glowing, emitting a dim red light and a "BZZZT" sound from a bad connection.

He had already disguised his face and changed his clothes. Dressed plainly, he looked no different from some of the local miners.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Luoxun stepped into the hotel. He subconsciously kept his head down to avoid the cameras and headed straight for a certain floor.

He stopped in front of the door marked "1702" and knocked lightly.

CLICK—

The door opened, revealing a tall man and a short man. Their gazes fell on him simultaneously. One was sizing him up, while the other frowned.

"Come in." Black Tuo showed a displeased expression as he let the man in.

’So this is Black Tuo’s inside contact? Just a Tier Six Professional. That’s not considered high-ranking within the Sect, is it?’ Wuwang thought, sizing him up.

After closing the door, Black Tuo asked in dissatisfaction, "Where is he?"

Fang Luoxun replied in a low voice, a hint of guilt in his tone, "I am his representative."

"Representative?" Black Tuo sneered. "You’ve already sought us out. Are you still hoping for a lucky break?"

Fang Luoxun gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "It is precisely because we are dealing with you that we must be even more careful."

"Hah." Black Tuo scoffed and said indifferently, "Fine then, representative. What do you know?"

Fang Luoxun paused for a moment before saying, "What preparations do we need to make to find the Spiritual Fire?"

"The Spiritual Fire..." Black Tuo mused. "I must go to the place where the Spiritual Fire disappeared."

"No!" Fang Luoxun immediately refused in a sharp voice. "That is the core of the Sect. You can’t get in."

"If I can’t get in, then I can’t find the reason for the Spiritual Fire’s disappearance," Black Tuo said, his face expressionless.

Fang Luoxun couldn’t help but say, "Don’t you claim to be omnipotent?"

"That depends on who we’re dealing with," Black Tuo said coldly. "You come here with empty words, expecting me to pay such a huge price to find out why the Spiritual Fire vanished and who the thief is. Isn’t that asking a bit much?"

"In that case, let’s leave this matter here for now," Fang Luoxun said without hesitation.

Black Tuo’s heart skipped a beat. This situation was completely different from what he had expected. ’Why is he backing out at the last minute? Is he playing hard to get?’

’If he really wanted to refuse, he could have just not shown up, right?’

Wuwang sat up straight and glanced at Black Tuo.

But Fang Luoxun didn’t get up to leave. The struggle and hesitation on his face flashed for an instant before he said, "Unless... you help us with one thing first. Only then can we continue to cooperate."

"Ha..." Black Tuo gave a humorless smile. There weren’t many people who dared to threaten them.

But thinking of the Fog Ashes he was carrying, he could only temporarily suppress his temper and ask coldly, "What is it?"

There was no smugness of a successful threat on Fang Luoxun’s face, only an increasingly bitter expression and a voice that began to tremble.

"On this planet, there’s a guy named Su Chen, right? If you can find a way to get rid of him, we... will then consider the next step of our cooperation..."

...

"Someone’s here!"

In another building not far away, Ming Lin, who had been constantly hunched over the monitors, started and quickly called Su Chen over.

The entire surveillance system of Canglan Star was under the control of the patrol teams, so they could access it at will.

Qing Cang stood at the window with his hands clasped behind his back, not turning around.

"Who is this guy?" Su Chen stared at the figure on the screen.

Another screen was rapidly running an analysis. Ming Lin shook his head. "No data in the database. He must be disguised. But since they chose to meet here, he’s most likely a member of the Sect."

"A member of the Sect?" Su Chen rubbed his chin and couldn’t help but ask, "Can’t they communicate remotely using Netherworld Stones? Why do they have to meet in person?"

Ming Lin naturally couldn’t give him an answer to that.

Qing Cang said coolly, "This is an important step in the Deceitful God’s process of corrupting people’s hearts. Communicating with a Netherworld Stone leaves no evidence. Once the stone is thrown away, it’s as if the matter never happened, and the conspirator won’t have much of a psychological burden."

"But it’s different after meeting in person. It’s equivalent to establishing a real connection. To ensure the matter isn’t leaked, the conspirator will raise the stakes step by step until they have completely fallen to the Deceitful God. As for the other reason..."