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Chapter 251: Encounter with the Guardian of Xuan Shi

Dongshan Park.

Three young women walked a distance, looking at each other with flushed faces, and all laughed shyly.

Zhou Fangqiong glanced at her two girlfriends and tentatively asked, "The thing just now is our shared secret, right?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was the first to express agreement, "Of course!"

Fan Xiaoqian also spoke some words of wisdom, "Anyone can have inappropriate fantasies, but as long as they are not acted upon, it is not considered a mistake."

When this beautiful young woman mentioned "not acted upon," her expression became slightly strange, and she felt a little guilty inside.

Everything experienced in the dream was so real, beyond imagination, and she could still feel the direct contact on her skin.

Is this really just an illusion?

But...

The two girlfriends didn't expose her.

After all, the three of them were comrades in the same trench.

Soon.

The three of them met the maids and walked towards the park entrance.

After walking about ten meters, Zhou Fangqiong suddenly looked back with a regretful mutter, "It's a pity we can only touch the wishing stone once."

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but giggle, "If five gold coins can give us another chance, I would be willing to spend the money."

Fan Xiaoqian blushed a little when she heard this.

These two women are shameless!

The three maids looked at them in confusion, not knowing what was going on with the ladies.

Just then.

A loud cry and shouting came with the cold wind.

Zhou Fangqiong was startled for a moment and blurted out, "The sound seems to be coming from the wishing stone, is something happening over there?"

A group of women became a little panicked when they heard the word "something happening."

Not only them.

The people around them also had uncertain and surprised expressions.

Fan Xiaoqian instinctively remembered what her father had said, "Important figures often act with careful consideration," and a thought suddenly came to her mind:

Could the honorable Grand Minister have not anticipated this?

No way!

If that's the case, wouldn't the honorable Grand Minister have made preparations in advance?

Of course, he would!

This beautiful young woman suddenly calmed down and said repeatedly, "Everyone, don't panic. This wishing stone was personally made by the honorable Grand Minister, and no one can cause trouble here."

In Anhua City today, the honorable Grand Minister has already become a legendary figure, and his name carries the power to stabilize people's hearts.

After saying this, the panic among the others noticeably subsided.

After a while.

A powerful and resolute voice instantly spread throughout Dongshan Park, "The Inspection Bureau has designed a trap and successfully captured the enemy. Please continue making your wishes."

The few people looked at each other in confusion.

Enemy?

What is the Inspection Bureau doing?

Fan Xiaoqian turned to the middle-aged maid and decisively ordered, "Aunt Zhang, go and find out what's going on."

The maid obeyed and went to inquire about the situation.

After a full five minutes had passed, the maid returned to report the situation: "It is said that the Wishing Stele has the ability to identify enemies. The person who was just arrested is a Avenger."

"He touched the stele and entered the dream, and the Wishing Stele suddenly emitted a piercing alarm. The nearby patrol officers immediately arrested the Avenger..."

The three young women marveled.

"So that's how it is!"

"How amazing!"

Fan Xiaoqian looked towards the direction of the stele and blurted out, "I understand! The other purpose of setting up the Wishing Stele is to identify the dreamers and Avengers lurking in our city."

The more she spoke, the more certain she became. "The New Year's wishes organized by the Grand Chancellor are essentially a large-scale investigation."

"For the enemies, if they don't make a wish, the Patrol Office will definitely come knocking on their door. If they do make a wish, they will definitely be arrested."

The others listened in astonishment.

But there was no denying that this line of reasoning was logical and seemed to be the truth of the matter.

Jiang Xiaoxiao carefully thought it over and agreed, "You make a lot of sense!"

Zhou Fangqiong's face was full of admiration, "This method is so powerful!"

Fan Xiaoqian's feelings were even deeper.

Heavens!

Under the guise of celebrating the New Year, they casually created a Wishing Stele, but secretly hid so many thoughts.

This important person's scheming is just too much?!

Yesterday.

When her father heard that the Grand Chancellor had ruthlessly cleansed the Council of Ministers, he was worried that it would provoke strong resistance from the officials and make it difficult for the Grand Chancellor to govern smoothly.

But now.

Fan Xiaoqian was absolutely certain that the Grand Chancellor's scheming was more abundant than the pores all over his body. How could the city officials possibly be a match for him?

Beside the Wishing Stele.

A bound Avenger was brought before Cheng Han.

This was a young man in his twenties.

Among the group of Avengers, middle-aged people who lived in poverty and couldn't see any hope accounted for more than seventy percent, while the number of young people was relatively small.

Cheng Han glanced at him and roughly guessed the reason why he willingly became an Avenger.

This guy's hair had a hint of brown.

This was a typical characteristic of the Satyr bloodline.

The young man had his mouth gagged with a piece of cloth, unable to say a word, only his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

A sentry stood by and recounted, "Chief, this guy's hair is dyed. I wiped it with snow and only then did I realize that he is a Satyr."

The subtext of this sentence was: My eyesight is very sharp.

This was clearly an attempt to take credit.

Cheng Han praised, "Well done!"

He turned to his female secretary and ordered, "Let the Patrol Office release the news. Anyone who hasn't made a wish will be identified as an Avenger."

"Encourage civilians to report those who haven't made a wish. If they are identified as Avengers or dreamers, the reporter will receive a certain reward, the specific amount to be determined by the Patrol Office."

He thought for a moment and set a bottom line, "At least fifty silver coins to start."

Only with a generous reward can the enthusiasm of the common people be effectively stimulated.

Anyway, this Wishing Stele can raise nearly two thousand gold coins, money is not a problem!

Ying Beibei immediately responded, "Okay!"

The sergeant's face was full of excitement: "Captain, this method is great. I estimate that before the arrival of the new year, Anhua City will no longer tolerate any enemies."

The young man with yellow hair suddenly struggled desperately, making a "wuwu" sound from his mouth.

In his eyes, there was clearly a sentence written - "You are devils!"

Cheng Han looked at the avenger and sighed softly, "Poor thing!"

Then.

The young man with yellow hair felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the whole world suddenly underwent a drastic change. He had actually returned to his childhood.

No.

It should be said that he began to relive his childhood.

*

"Wuwu~ They all make fun of me for being a lowly yellow-haired... Wuwu~ and they bully me together..."

The child with yellowish hair cried with snot and tears.

The mother held the child in her arms, her face full of pain.

*

This was a funeral.

The mother's ashes had just been placed in the cemetery.

The only person in attendance was the boy.

No relatives or friends.

Nor neighbors.

At this time, the boy had grown up a little.

"Crack!"

With the sound of a shovel digging into the soil, the ashes gradually became covered with dirt.

The two cemetery workers glanced at the boy with obvious strangeness in their eyes.

The boy stared at the crude tombstone, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

*

Next.

Various scenes rotated one after another.

There was an orphanage;

There was also a school;

And a factory;

They recorded the young man's entire life.

But since his mother's death, the colors of these scenes had disappeared, leaving only a cold gray.

Until.

The young man met a kind old man.

Or rather, a dream mentor.

The old man gently patted his shoulder and smiled kindly, "I know, it's not you who is wrong, it's this world!"

The young man suddenly burst into tears.

From that moment on, the world finally had colors again.

The old man smiled and said, "Do you want to hear the stories of your ancestors?"

The young man nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

*

After a while.

The dream ended.

The dazed look in the young man's eyes faded, and a look of hatred appeared on his face again.

He hated this world.

And he hated Wan Haoren.

Cheng Han sighed again.

Until now.

As he deepened his understanding of the power of dreams, he realized that every avenger had certain conditions for their birth.

The avengers chosen by the Dream Society all harbored some degree of hatred towards society.

This young man was a typical example.

Cheng Han waved his hand, "Take him away."

Two patrol officers came over from both sides and easily lifted the young man.

Just then.

The world suddenly froze.

As if time had stopped flowing.

Cheng Han stood up and bowed, "Master Zhen Shou Xuan!"

The next moment.

Four smooth mirrors suddenly flashed.

The light reflected back and forth between the mirrors, and countless Cheng Hans appeared.

It was Xuanfa - Mirror Transmission.

Zhao Qihuan's voice, with a playful tone, sounded out of thin air, "No need for formalities!"

The tone of Zhen Shou Xuan was filled with appreciation, "The wish stone you created is very clever!"

This was genuine praise.

Because the power contained in the stone monument was actually slightly lower than that of Xuan Shou, but the effect it produced was no less inferior to Xuan Shou.

Such means could not be achieved by an ordinary Xuan Shou. The Zhen Shou Xuan felt inferior.

Cheng Han remained calm, "You overpraise me."

Zhao Qihuan changed the topic, "You should know that the attitude of Xuan Palace and Xuan Ge towards the Sat tribe is all-around suppression."

Cheng Han nodded, "Of course!"

Zhao Qihuan's tone became somewhat subtle, "How do you view this?"

Obviously.

Zhen Shou Xuan sensed the dream that had just occurred through some means.

Cheng Han said without hesitation, "This is the correct approach."

Although this would result in many people being treated unfairly, just like this poor young man, he did not think it was the wrong policy.

Zhao Qihuan asked further, "Why?"

Cheng Han answered quickly, "Birds of a feather flock together. If not suppressed, the seeds of division will grow stronger and will inevitably cause great disasters in the future."

Zhao Qihuan's tone became even more appreciative, "You are an insightful person! That's very good!"

Zhen Shou Xuan paused for a moment and revealed a secret unknown to others, "For tens of thousands of years, the Sat tribe has caused more than ten thousand large-scale rebellions."

"Each rebellion resulted in the death of tens of thousands of people at the very least, and hundreds of thousands at the most. There have even been tragedies where small spiritual realms were completely destroyed."

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