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Chapter 226: [225] Showdown with Xuan Du Across Space

Half an hour later.

Winter Garden.

Including two deputy directors of the Inspection Department and a group of patrol leaders, a group of people gathered in the Winter Garden to collectively discuss the follow-up handling of the Divine Language incident.

After a night of fierce fighting, with the cooperation of the Black Armor Army soldiers, the Inspection Department has basically cleared the monsters in the city.

Deputy Director Duan Zhuohui spoke confidently, "According to preliminary statistics, the Inspection Department has suffered casualties, including personnel and spirit beasts. The number of civilian casualties is even greater, no less than five hundred..."

In fact.

If it weren't for the Inspection Department attracting the main "firepower" of the Dream Birth Society, civilian casualties would have been even more severe.

Duan Zhuohui paused for a moment, with a hint of pride in his tone, "The situation in the other two cities in the Tai'an Small Spirit Realm is much worse than in Anhua City..."

Cheng Han frowned and interrupted without hesitation, "Why are you talking nonsense? Continue talking about the situation in Anhua City!"

Duan Zhuohui dared not continue and nodded obediently, "Okay!"

Previous directors of the Inspection Department usually treated deputy directors with more courtesy, after all, their ranks were the same, only the difference in power.

But Cheng Han was different.

He treated the deputy director as if he were scolding his grandson, and the latter didn't even have the slightest thought of arguing back.

To this day.

The saying that Anhua City has the "most authoritative and capable director" in its history has long been recognized after a series of events.

Soon.

The general situation was introduced.

Another deputy director, Deng Xi, mentioned the compensation plan, "Due to the special sponsorship from the Charity Committee, the compensation for the deceased inspectors will be paid at one and a half times the normal amount."

Upon hearing this, the patrol leaders looked at Director Cheng with grateful eyes.

Everyone knows.

The so-called "Charity Committee" is completely a manifestation of Director Cheng's personal will.

This must be something Director Cheng said privately, which is why the Charity Committee came to the Inspection Department and generously provided assistance.

Cheng Han said expressionlessly, "What about compensation for civilian casualties?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The gaze of the group of people instantly shifted to another attendee.

Due to the involvement of multiple departments in the aftermath, the Council specially dispatched a heavyweight figure - Deputy Minister Shen Wenxian.

In the past, the Council would at most send a director from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and the Deputy Minister would definitely not personally attend such a meeting.

But Cheng Han's authority was simply too great, saying "stomp your foot, and Anhua City will tremble three times" is definitely not an exaggeration.

Even the Grand Minister dare not ignore him, so the Council sent a Deputy Minister.

Shen Wenxian glanced at Cheng Han and nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Strictly speaking, the civilians' experience can be considered an accident and does not fall under the category of compensation, but..."

Cheng Han couldn't be bothered to listen to nonsense and interrupted directly, "Get to the point, please!"

This sentence carried an obvious admonishing meaning.

The patrol leaders were all in awe and admiration.

The rank of the deputy governor is half a rank higher than that of the director of the Inspection Bureau. It's incredible that the director even dares to scold the deputy governor.

Shen Wenxian is filled with humiliation.

But this guy witnessed Cheng Han publicly executing a deputy director before entering Anhua City. How could he dare to provoke him now?

The deputy governor forcibly suppressed his displeasure and said obediently, "After discussion in the Council, it has been decided to provide compensation to the injured civilians according to the standard of one percent of public officials' salaries."

Cheng Han decisively said, "Not enough! It should be based on a two percent standard!"

The tone of this statement clearly indicates that it is not a negotiation or suggestion, but an announcement.

Shen Wenxian feels even more humiliated.

The Inspection Bureau is a subordinate department of the Council. When did it become the Bureau's responsibility to teach the Council how to do things?

This is truly outrageous!

The deputy governor still doesn't have the courage to argue back, and weakly says, "Currently, the Treasury is short of funds..."

Cheng Han mocks, "It's really unexpected that the public is willing to donate generously, but the Treasury is so stingy."

The others keep their mouths shut, afraid to speak out of turn.

This is a fight between gods, and they can't get involved.

Shen Wenxian doesn't have the courage to confront him directly, so he puts on a "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude and says, "Perhaps the charity foundation can sponsor part of the funds."

Cheng Han, not wanting to waste time, directly plays his trump card, "I will inform the Xuan Ge later..."

As soon as Shen Wenxian hears the term "Xuan Ge," he quickly changes his tone, "Director Cheng, you don't need to do that. The Council will find a way to solve the funding problem."

The deputy governor knows better than anyone that if this matter reaches the Xuan Ge, the Council will definitely suffer.

Cheng Han thinks for a moment and decides to let him off for now, "I hope the full compensation will be distributed within three days."

Shen Wenxian feels extremely frustrated but has no choice but to put on a smiling face, "Of course."

A group of captains watch this scene and suddenly have the illusion that the Council is actually a subordinate department of the Inspection Bureau.

At this moment, Cheng Han's eyes flicker imperceptibly.

Through a secret thread of the puppet, he sees a scene:

This is the sky above Beitian City.

A strange trident-shaped shuttle, at least fifty meters long, is surrounded by a large number of cyclones as it swiftly passes through the sky.

A rough estimate suggests that its speed is at least twice the speed of sound.

It flies for more than ten kilometers in the air and suddenly hovers above the Council building.

This "instant transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness" without any buffering or deceleration process is simply against the laws of physics.

The most bizarre thing is that the height of the trident shuttle is at most one kilometer above the ground, but the many civilians in Beitian City seem to not have seen it at all.

This is due to the illusion created by magic.

If it weren't for the puppet possessing a certain extraordinary power and the ability to see through illusions at the level of Xuan Shi, it would probably not have noticed the arrival of this shuttle.

Undoubtedly, the people from Qinghan Xuan Palace have finally arrived.

According to the rumors circulating within the Black Mountain Camp, Xuan Palace is located in a medium-sized spiritual realm, more than eight thousand kilometers away from the small spiritual realm of Taian.

And just half an hour had passed when the Trident Shuttle arrived at Beiting City.

This speed is much faster than expected.

Cheng Han watched this scene and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The flying artifact of Xuan Palace is indeed more advanced than Xuan Pavilion."

He had seen the "Xuan Boat" used by Xuan Pavilion before when he was secretly involved in an incident in Qinglin City.

Compared to the Trident Shuttle, the Xuan Boat was only a small boat about ten meters long and looked quite shabby.

However.

Considering that the other party might have stronger experts than Xuan Masters and might be carrying more powerful artifacts, he did not use the secret puppet thread to spy.

One minute later.

Cheng Han clearly sensed that the arrangement he had left in the Blood Tree had been triggered.

*

Beiting City.

The Hall of Political Affairs.

At this moment.

Everyone in the hall, including the Grand Chancellor, had disappeared, leaving only more than twenty figures in black robes near the Blood Tree.

This attire was the typical dress of Xuan Masters.

Among them was a middle-aged man with striking white hair. The black robe was embroidered with layers of golden patterns, resembling the shape of a tree branch.

In contrast, the black robe of the Xuan Masters was only embroidered with silver threads.

Just from this one black robe with golden patterns, it could be inferred that this person's status was higher than that of Xuan Masters.

The man with white hair stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Blood Tree for a few seconds, and then smiled, "Interesting! A mere Xuan Master can actually play such tricks."

His eyes suddenly became indifferent, and he lightly shouted, "Annihilate!"

Countless blood-colored leaves fell from the branches, withering and turning into ashes before they even reached the ground.

Only one blood leaf floated down and landed on the ground.

Then.

Something strange happened.

A faint light flashed on the surface of the blood leaf, and it disappeared directly, leaving behind a trace of a leaf on the ground, each stroke corroded out of the stone slab.

Several Xuan Masters nearby witnessed this scene, their expressions slightly changed, their eyes revealing a sense of fear.

The man with white hair snorted, "The 'Life' secret technique of the Serpent God is like a balance, with one end representing vitality and the other end representing death."

The term "Serpent God" in this sentence obviously referred to the Lord of Sin and Life.

"The method of giving birth to the Blood Tree is the method of vitality, and the corrosion of the blood leaf is the method of death. The mastermind behind the scenes has merged these two forces into a perfect balance."

"Even the 'Dream Lords' who control a region in the Dreamborn Society don't have this level of skill."

Everyone present knew that the strength of a Dream Lord was equivalent to that of a Xuan Master, and each Dream Lord was responsible for a small spiritual realm, like a vassal of the Dreamborn Society.

Given the identity of the man with white hair, his "perfect" evaluation was enough to show that the other party's strength was extraordinarily formidable.

A Xuan Master respectfully asked, "May I ask, 'Xuan Supervisor,' could the mastermind behind the scenes, who is proficient in the secret technique of life, be a Dream Lord who defected from the Dreamborn Society?"

The man known as "Xuan Supervisor" nodded gently and said, "The possibility is very high."

The person paused for a moment and added, "Otherwise, he wouldn't know the specific image of the Snake God."

The blood snake coiled around the blood tree, with three sharp horns growing on its forehead. Others might find it strange, but anyone with discerning eyes would know that it was the Snake God.

The white-haired man looked at the blood tree again and shouted, "Destroy!"

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of intense cracking suddenly rang out.

The branches on the trunk of the blood tree fell one after another. Before they could touch the ground, they shattered into fragments and turned into ashes.

After a breath.

The blood tree was left with only a bare trunk and a blood snake coiled around it.

The white-haired man glanced at the blood snake and shouted for the third time, "Destroy!"

In the next instant.

An unexpected situation occurred.

The blood snake did not fall off as expected. Instead, it suddenly came to life and opened its mouth, spitting out a bright red snake venom.

"Hiss!"

The white-haired man was surprised. He was about to shout "Destroy" again, but suddenly stopped and made a sound of surprise.

"Poof! Poof!"

The blood snake sprayed out three blood balls from its mouth.

"Bang! Bang!"

The blood balls exploded one after another, turning into a large cloud of blood smoke.

The cultivators instantly became restless.

The white-haired man waved his hand and shouted, "The other party has no ill intentions. Just watch."

At the same time.

There was a hint of embarrassment in this person's heart.

Because as the Xuan Supervisor above the Xuan Master, he had just failed to notice that there was a small trick hidden inside the blood snake.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The blood smoke danced in the air and condensed into three vivid patterns.

The first one was seven characters - "Yumiao Realm, Vortex of Tranquility."

The second one was a painting - a stone tablet forest in boundless black water.

The third one was also a painting - a sleeping triangular giant snake.

The white-haired man only took a glance, and the calmness on his face disappeared completely. He exclaimed, "Oh my god! Yumiao Realm!"

The onlookers instantly realized that these three blood smoke patterns were probably something extraordinary.

The white-haired man turned his head and looked at a group of subordinates, his expression becoming extremely serious, and his tone carried a hint of killing intent. "From now on, no one is allowed to leave my sight. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"

The cultivators and Xuan Masters all responded solemnly, "Yes!"

The white-haired man immediately called out a name, "Wu Hui, urgently contact the Palace Master... No, directly in my name, urgently send a letter to the 'Lan Yun Divine General,' asking her to descend a strand of 'Divine Soul Shadow'!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)