Chapter 69

Lying on the bed in his official inn room, Shen Yuan, who had changed his name back to Qiu Feng, kicked off his boots and stretched out without any image. Previously, in the Canghai Sect, his nerves were always on edge, fearing that someone would plot against him. Now, he could finally relax.

"Ah, one more thing..." Qiu Feng turned over and lay on his side, supporting his head with one hand, and opened the forum with the other hand, and sent a few messages to his brother who worked in an official position.

Qiu Feng: Report to brother, I have left Canghai Sect. The connections I developed are the ones I told you before. You can send someone to contact them. This way, the benefits will not be wasted.

Qiu Feng: I don't recommend contacting the guy named Bao, as he has a very bad character. However, the narrow-minded boss probably won't tolerate the people I've developed staying in the management team. I can find a few people to recommend themselves and fill their vacancies.

Qiu Feng: After repeated verification by myself, the leader is indeed a self-righteous and ostentatious guy. He has no hardship and no turning back. I do not recommend investing in Canghai Sect unless this guy is kicked down from the position of leader.

In reality, Qiu Hai, who had just fallen asleep in bed for less than ten minutes, was woken up by the message alert sound. He hurriedly grabbed the holographic glasses and put them on his face. After seeing the message clearly, he gritted his teeth in anger.

Qiu Hai: What's wrong with you so late at night? Just send me this message normally, why set it to emergency mode? Don't you know how loud the emergency mode message beep is?

Qiu Hai: Are you itching for trouble? Do you believe I'll fly over and beat you up?

Qiu Feng: Do you think I believe it or not?

Qiu Hai: That's enough! If you have anything else to say, tell me now! When you've had enough fun, come back and do the mission. You've rested long enough.

Qiu Feng: No, there are too many restrictions if I go back. I can’t even kill someone and pay for their life.

Qiu Hai: How much did you get involved in what happened at the Guatian Teahouse today?

Qiu Feng: It didn't take long, I bought the place, and was planning to kidnap someone to scare them, but someone just attacked them.

Qiu Feng: I just didn’t stop it.

Qiu Hai: If you had had this kind of mindset before and hadn't wasted your time, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Qiu Feng: Don’t hit people in the face...Okay, I admit that I accidentally went too far before.

Qiu Hai: So you really won’t come back?

Qiu Feng: No, I am more efficient than you in completing tasks outside. Don’t forget who brought you into Canghai Sect.

Qiu Hai: Okay, okay, okay, got it. Remember to come back and tell the old man if you're okay, and then go to the psychiatrist to go through the formalities.

Disgusted with his brother's nagging, Qiu Feng simply closed the forum, rolled over with his blanket, and logged off, staring out the window, intending to use this posture to scare off any burglars who might pass by. For the past few years, for personal safety, he had rarely logged off to rest for more than four hours at night. Today, he had finally returned to a normal routine and was able to get a full eight hours of sleep, but...

"Why can't I sleep yet? Damn my hard-working life!" In reality, Qiu Feng sat up and scratched his hair irritably, and slapped his hand that was about to take the holographic glasses aside: "Go to sleep!" For the sake of his hairline, he would never go online!

That night, countless people tossed and turned in bed. No one mourned Third Uncle Shen's death. Aside from those secretly celebrating their revenge, many others were busy pursuing their own interests. Although the Sect Leader had driven Shen Yuan away, his power wasn't enough to fully control the Canghai Sect. Whether he liked it or not, he would eventually have to share some of his power. And this was the opportunity the others had been waiting for.

Everyone who was trying to get to the top through various operations said: "By the way, how long can the Canghai Sect last without Chen Yuan?" Suddenly, I felt a little bit unsure... Forget it, let's make money quickly. At worst, I can run away early.

Bei Qiao went to bed early and guessed that a lot of things would happen later. In order to watch the fun, he went online for a while early the next day and planned to go out to see how the people of Langyu City reacted to this matter.

But before that, she had to open the forum and take a look.

Bei Qiao: If the official advice is not to travel, then don’t travel. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

After opening the forum, Bei Qiao immediately flipped through the pinned posts to confirm that there were no official warning posts regarding natural disasters or man-made disasters. However, there was an official recruitment post that had just been published, recruiting civil servants.

As the name suggests, Jianghu civil servants are civil servants employed by the government to carry out Jianghu activities. After joining the major sects of the other world, they don't need to do anything on a daily basis. They only need to send information to the outside world when the sect makes a decision that endangers public safety.

Recruitment locations were set up in several official inns. The author recommended that everyone wear a mask to ensure their identity. Weapons were allowed, but they needed to be stored in a centralized location within the inn. As for Bei Qiao's official inn, due to its high traffic volume, it wasn't included in the system as a recruitment location.

Although he didn't plan to apply, since this kind of official recruitment was not easy to come across, Bei Qiao decided to go to other official inns to see what was going on, if they allowed him to watch.

Cousin Qiao's clothes had been taken away by the store for cleaning, so Bei Qiao changed into his own clothes, put the fan in his arms, put on the sleeve arrow, went downstairs to check on the condition of Huihui and Honghong, brushed their fur, and then walked into the first floor of the inn through the back door.

The September day dawned at the perfect time, and by the time Bei Qiao reached the front desk, the inn was already bustling with activity. The news of Third Uncle Shen's murder had spread throughout the city, with everyone, whether they knew him or not, discussing it, some even applauding unrestrainedly.

Bei Qiao: Wasn't Chen Yuan's power taken away? Why does it feel like overnight, the people in this city have become a little free-spirited? Didn't they dare to discuss even murder cases before?

With this doubt, Bei Qiao walked onto the street and found that people on the street could still control themselves to some extent. However, as soon as people entered the house...

Well, the alien's teeth are quite white, and his voice is quite loud. So, there really is something wrong with the Canghai Sect, right?

After eliminating two official inns that weren't recruitment sites, Bei Qiao unknowingly wandered to the vicinity of the Canghai Sect. There happened to be an official inn there as well, so Bei Qiao kept an eye on the Canghai Sect while heading towards it.

Perhaps to prevent the natives from accidentally trespassing, the inn's door was closed even in broad daylight, with a waiter squatting at the door. When Bei Qiao approached, the waiter looked up at her, quickly stood up, and flung a rag at her: "Excuse me, sir..."

"I'm here to see other people applying for jobs."

"Okay, please come in!" The waiter opened the door, stepped aside, and watched Bei Qiao go in. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong: Wait, no, that's not what she said she did... Forget it, what does this have to do with me? I'm just a gatekeeper.

Bei Qiao walked into the inn, the door closing behind her. She was now standing at the entrance to the main hall. A flowchart in traditional Chinese characters was posted on a pillar nearby, making it easier for players to prepare themselves.

Yes, players. Normally, everyone would conceal their identities to avoid being schemed against or backstabbed. But now, the masked people gathered in the inn's lobby unabashedly released the aura of the Fourth Scourge.

Less than five minutes after Bei Qiao entered the inn, the registration deadline had already passed. The official recruiting officer appeared at the second-floor stairwell, clapping his hands and signaling everyone to look at him.

"Hello, players! Before we begin recruitment, we need to emphasize one important point. We are all players, and we must not interfere too heavily in the causal relationships of this world. Players can become the leader of a sect, but they cannot unify the martial arts world, let alone attempt to seize the throne. The previously unbelieving nation of Americen was stripped of its gaming credentials by this world's will, and the culprit's soul was even wiped out. Because they didn't intervene in reality, and our world's will didn't protect them, their entire country was left without politicians or high-ranking officials. Later, warlords fought each other, and even after five hundred years, no new nation has been established."

Seeing the players weren't distracted, the staff member continued, "Also, you can't marry natives, you can't abandon reality and try to stay in this world, and you can't pollute or destroy this world. The nuclear wasteland nation in history that attempted to migrate everyone to another world broke all three of these rules, directly angering the world's will. Everyone was locked up on the spot, unable to log off and leave the game. Since no one in reality was looking after their original bodies, many players died on the spot. Only a few who acknowledged history and didn't harm the environment were spared. Later, they changed their place of origin... What are you doing?"

The players all held their chins and tilted their heads: "Go on! The historical stories are so good!" Some history stories make people angry, but there are also some history stories that make people want to listen to them again.

"...Enough of this digression. Anyone who wants to discuss history can create a group later." The staff member coughed softly and extended a hand, pointing to a recently lit incense stick on the table below. "Now, the written test officially begins. Players, please take your assigned seats, uncover the test paper on the table, and answer the questions. Once you've finished, take your test paper upstairs and proceed to the interview in order. The time limit is one incense stick. Players who haven't finished answering the questions by the time the incense burns out will be eliminated."

After saying that, the staff member quickly turned around and left, fearing that if they were a step late, they would not be able to help but run down to describe this history in detail to the players and then cheer together.

Staff: Do you think I don't want to talk about it? I'm working now. If I talk too much off-topic, I'll be fined! To be honest, it's only the beginning of this month, and I've already deducted half a month's salary.

Staff: To avoid living on the streets, I paid my rent in advance. As for the rest of my salary... I hope it's deducted from me this month. That part of history was so cool! It's worth recounting!