Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 292: 181: Reactions from All Sides, the Impending Great Turmoil!

Chapter 292: Chapter 181: Reactions from All Sides, the Impending Great Turmoil!

Old Chen is indeed very cunning!

Fang Butang held an enamel cup, his expression calm, and did not immediately bite into the pie drawn out for him.

Betting on young prodigies is something every official unit does.

For example, in the Tai’an Metropolitan Area, departments like the Inspection Department, the Education Commission, even Qiguang Heng University and Jia Kai Science University.

They are all very willing to allocate resources, cultivate talent, and help them climb to higher positions and gain a brighter future.

This model is known as “urban blood production.”

Because the independence of this Administrative New Star is very high, new blood constantly needs to flow into the system to fill vacancies.

From Central City to the Urban Circle, and to the fringe Barrier Cities.

It’s the same everywhere.

“A Supernova is different from nurturing regular talent, Old Chen. You know very well the weight of a Supernova. Tai’an is a second-level administrative district and only has one Supernova spot. Unlike Central City, which can produce several, they have sufficient resources.”

Looking at Chen Ruofu, who looked like a salesman, Fang Butang, the head of the Education Commission, slowly said:

“You want to make young Qin the Supernova of the Tai’an Urban Circle, which means he would consume all the resource allocations. The Education Commission might not agree to that, after all, we are still under the jurisdiction of the Central City Education Department.”

Chen Ruofu also smiled, with a confident expression that said, “I’ve seen through your act long ago.”:

“Old Fang, cut the act. Are you saying young Qin’s performance doesn’t qualify him to be the Supernova of the Tai’an Urban Circle?

If it weren’t for the Education Department’s deep ties with the Ying family, Central City would have already come to snatch him. Would they let us get this opportunity? You should be secretly glad to have picked up young Qin, and here you are, putting on an act!”

Fang Butang, exposed, coughed twice to cover his embarrassment:

“Old Chen, let’s have a good discussion. Young Qin indeed has the ability, but on this Martial Arts Path, with the Ying family as an obstacle, the Education Department will definitely feel embarrassed. After all, Tai’an Urban Circle is just a second-level administrative district, the arm can’t twist the thigh. If we want to go against the Ying family and the Education Department, we must look to the Nanhuang Daoist School.”

Chen Ruofu narrowed his eyes, seriously looking at Fang Butang. Having worked together for over a decade, he knew Fang’s meticulous and deliberative style well.

“Old Fang, stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point!”

“What I mean is, since we’re on the same boat, preparing to make young Qin the Supernova of the Tai’an Urban Circle, we must unite all available forces to face the suppression and constraints from Central City. As long as young Qin steps onto the stage of the Star Cup and achieves a good result,”

Fang Butang took a sip of tea, speaking plainly:

“Then he will not only be the Supernova of the Tai’an Urban Circle but also the pride of Heng Province, our pride who walked out from our land. It’s no longer the empire era; the Ying family can’t cover the sky with one hand, and neither can the Education Department. Old Chen, under the Star Sea, who dares to harm someone bright enough? Dongxia urgently needs a new generation of top talents!”

Chen Ruofu tapped his fingers on the table. Although he had thought the same before, he couldn’t help but recall the fate of He Lanchan.

From Old Zhang of the Nanhuang Daoist School, the head of the Inspection Department had learned many long-buried secrets.

“Besides the Nanhuang Daoist School, are there other supports?”

Chen Ruofu lowered his eyelids and asked lightly.

“The Nanhuang Daoist School can represent the Martial Arts Association, suppressing disharmonious voices. As for us, we can barely ensure young Qin gets his fair share of resource allocations. If we can also win over financial groups with production materials and a strong official background, I believe the Ying family will retreat.”

Fang Butang envisioned.

Old Fang, are you making a wish?

Chen Ruofu couldn’t help but laugh.

Young Qin is not even a direct descendant of the Nine Families, let alone a first-sequence heir.

Where does he get such extensive connections?

“Let’s take one step at a time. Winning the championship in the Top 100 Tournament is already a huge breakthrough. Even Zhou Yuanchen, who has reached the Specialized Level, couldn’t stop young Qin. The Ying family doesn’t have any cards left to play.”

Chen Ruofu slowly furrowed his brows. The conversation with Fang Butang gradually calmed him down from the good news of Qin Shi’s victory.

The champion of the Top 100 Tournament needed to go to Central City to receive the Planet Governor’s public commendation.

That could be an even more dangerous challenge than a wilderness trial!

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Central City, Education Department.

The silver-gray building complex presented a nine-square grid structure, with several “towers” shimmering with cold metallic light guarding the core area, which is the administrative main building.

Its exterior surface was covered with countless hexagonal scales. These intelligent modules, capable of adjusting their light transmittance, were now transforming into a semi-transparent amber color with the sunrise.

In the ecological garden of the west wing, there was a circular viewing platform, with large clusters of Purple Cloud Vine, unique to Hai Province, growing in abundance. They cascaded like waterfalls, exuding a faint fragrance that helped stimulate the spirit, gently swaying in the nano-scale airflow control system.

The eighty-year-old Director of the Education Department, Mo Qihuan, would come here every day to drink a cup of coffee alone and enjoy the distant scenery.

This habit had been steadfastly maintained for more than thirty years. During this time, many young people with strong ambition deliberately created opportunities to show their faces and make an impression.

“Director, your coffee.”

At the exclusive seat on the viewing platform, a steaming cup of coffee was placed on the table. The role of the server was played by a tall young woman.

The office uniform of the Education Department accentuated her already exaggerated curves even more. Though fully covered, showing no skin, she exuded even greater allure.

The young woman, with her hair tied up, placed the coffee on the coaster, her chest subtly bouncing as she did so, then she sweetly smiled at Mo Qihuan, who was old enough to be her grandfather:

“I recommend waiting for about eight minutes before drinking it; it might be too hot to enjoy now.”

Mo Qihuan’s gaze was calm, his eyes like deep ancient wells, paying no attention to the meticulously designed young woman in front of him.

To ordinary people, eighty might be very old, but for a Specialized Second Rank Martial Artist, his powerful Life Force fought against the erosion of time, making him look only around fifty. Apart from his two temples’ snow-white hair and a few engraved lines around his eyes, there were no signs of any other weathering.

“Ying Yun, don’t let anyone disturb me.”

Mo Qihuan’s voice was steady, like a hard rock in the middle of a river.

Ying Yun, the active consciousness managing the internal affairs of the Education Department, acted like an invisible person, closing all the entrances and exits of the ecological garden.

The young woman who intended to seduce him with her youthful body, several generations his junior, fell quietly asleep in the spreading fragrance of Purple Cloud Vine.

The remaining waitstaff and service personnel were similarly affected, the tranquility enveloping the area.

“Connect the call with Ying Lin.”

Mo Qihuan continued.

The mobile terminal lit up slightly, the loudspeaker automatically turning on.

Ying Lin’s voice, filled with anger, came through:

“Uncle Mo! Zhou Yuanchen has already broken through to the Specialized Level! How could he lose to Qin Shi! Is this ‘supernova’ cultivated by your Education Department really so weak? And you’re shamelessly setting a price of seventeen billion!”

Mo Qihuan remained silent, waiting for Ying Lin to finish venting, then slowly said:

“Ying Lin, don’t speak to me like that again, just this once.

Zhou Yuanchen’s abilities are unquestionable. Since he lost to this Nanhuang Daoist School protégé, it shows Qin Shi is indeed superior.

Being recognized by He Lanchan’s inheritance and chosen by the Nanhuang Daoist School, he must be an extraordinary talent, a true diamond in the rough.

I’ve already helped as much as I can. Ying Lin, out of respect for your father, I used eighty-five percent of Central City’s Iron Curtain resources to ensure you wouldn’t be killed by the Nanhuang Daoist School. I’ve done my utmost.”

Ying Lin gravely responded:

“I’ve put everything into this Top 100 Tournament. Uncle Mo, as I said before, you can’t always have me do the dirty work while you stand on the shore and watch!”

Mo Qihuan, his face expressionless, said:

“Ying Lin, don’t take any more actions. Trust me, if you don’t stop and continue to target Qin Shi, given the temperament of the one from the Nanhuang Daoist School, he will certainly attempt to pilot a Divine Machine, break through the Iron Curtain, and forcefully kill you. The destructive power of a Grandmaster from the first generation of the Ten Elite is beyond your imagination.”

Ying Lin gritted his teeth and said:

“What about Qin Shi! After winning the Top 100 Tournament, his next step is the Star Cup!

Over the years, there has been speculation that He Lanchan hid the secrets on that heavenly path, and his inheritance ‘Void Meditation Technique’ is the key to unlock it!

Damn, so many elites from the Four National Universities, and the first-sequence heirs of the Nine Families, all tried cultivating it, yet a poor student from Old Factory Street managed to get it accidentally!”

Filled with rage, this Young Master Ying was thinking of how Shen Changyuan nearly stumbled upon He Lanchan’s Celestial Imperial Secret Collection.

The Ying family, to eliminate this one chance, even risked offending the Nanhuang Daoist School and brazenly sent an assassin.

Not to mention Qin Shi, who was already tagged as He Lanchan’s protégé, a “dangerous target!”

“Stay obediently in the Red House. As for Qin Shi.”

Mo Qihuan tightened his lips, his silver hair impeccably combed, standing tall and straight.

His gaze reached across the viewing platform, at skyscrapers and streams of people and cars under the cloudy sea.

“Zhen Ting will be coming back to visit family. Let him personally put an end to past grievances.”

Ying Lin on the other end seemed stunned, then ecstatically said.

Mo Zhenting! The rising star of the Seventh Battle Group!

If he steps in…

“I’ve prepared a spaceship for you. On the day Qin Shi arrives in Central City to receive the Governor’s commendation, do nothing and leave Heng Province.”

After these instructions, Mo Qihuan hung up the call.

He took a sip of warm coffee. This was not some high-end brand but the cheap instant coffee he often drank when he was a clerk.

“It’s going to rain.”

Mo Qihuan looked at the massive dark clouds slowly approaching the city’s edge.

He vaguely recalled when he had asked his old superior a question while working as a clerk.

Many people considered entering the Education Department as reaching the shore.

So, did the present him count as being on the shore, or still in the water?

The old superior had cheerfully said that entering this door doesn’t mean reaching the shore, it just means seeing the ‘shore.’

To actually reach the shore, one had to endure until they could retire peacefully, keeping their reputation intact.

“For decades, walking on thin ice.”

Mo Qihuan’s eyes grew deep:

“Just one more step, and I’ll be ashore.”