"You've all heard about the Immortal Stele Clan's affair. The An Bureau entrusted this case to our Seventh Team, which shows their trust in us. I hope everyone will give it their all and handle this case well, living up to..."
"..."
Xiao Lejin woke up Qi Mingyu and the other four. They had just arrived at Wan Jiao's suite when she launched into a long string of bureaucratic jargon she'd learned online. Then, she abruptly changed the subject.
"The case involving the Immortal Stele Clan is extremely dangerous. Anyone who doesn't want to go, please raise your hand."
In Qi Mingyu and the others' minds, Wan Jiao was a god-like figure. With her around, they didn't believe they would be in any danger.
Therefore, no one raised their hand.
Seeing that no one raised their hand, Wan Jiao solemnly reiterated, "The most valuable thing about a person is self-awareness. Missing one case doesn't mean anything, but if it drags down the entire team, that's a different story..."
This time, before she could even finish speaking, Cheng Ranzhi raised her hand.
"Captain, I'm withdrawing from this case involving the Immortal Stele Clan."
Cheng Ranzhi was the weakest of the group of mystical arts practitioners, so it was good that he withdrew. Wan Jiao nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, I'll leave the cleanup of the Soul Devouring Gu case to you."
"Me?" Cheng Ran subconsciously shook his head like a rattle-drum. "Captain, I can't do it."
The Haicheng branch has gathered more than 500 victims of the Soul-Devouring Gu case. The person sent to handle the aftermath must be a Xuan Master of Level 8 or above, which is why the headquarters arranged for Wan Jiao to go. Everyone knows this.
So it wasn't that Cheng Ranzhi didn't want to go or deliberately refused; he simply lacked the ability to do so.
Wan Jiao took out about twenty red talismans from her canvas bag and handed them to Cheng Ranzhi. "I said you can do it, so you can. What, you don't believe me?"
In the world of metaphysics, talismans are also classified into different levels.
From lowest to highest, the colors are: yellow, green, red, purple, and black.
Yellow talismans are the lowest rank talismans, and their power is also the weakest. However, they are easy to draw, and the talisman paper is easy to find, making them the most common and widely used.
Green talismans are also low-level talismans, but their power is far greater than that of yellow talismans. However, due to the scarcity of talisman paper, they are rarely used.
Red talismans are mid-level talismans; even a single one can fetch a six-figure price in the world of metaphysics. The material of the talisman paper itself isn't difficult to find, but the metaphysicians who can draw them are extremely rare, even in the entire metaphysical world. There's no way around it; drawing a mid-level red talisman requires infusing spiritual energy, and most metaphysicians can't control that degree properly, easily creating a useless piece of paper. Therefore…
Purple talismans are high-level talismans, and since the upheaval in the metaphysical world five hundred years ago, no purple talismans have appeared in this world again.
The black talisman goes without saying; it's a divine talisman that exists only in legends, and there are very few records of it in ancient books.
(The settings regarding talisman levels and so on are only applicable to this book; please take them with a grain of salt and don't take them too seriously.)
When Wan Jiao suddenly pulled out so many red talismans and handed them to Cheng Ranzhi, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in astonishment, as did Qi Mingyu and the others.
"Captain, is that a mid-level red talisman?" Qi Mingyu asked.
Wan Jiao hummed in agreement.
“Red talismans are extremely hard to buy, and most importantly, they’re incredibly expensive.” Lu Heng said, counting the number of red talismans in Wan Jiao’s hand. Then, he did the math on his fingers, and after figuring it out, he asked nervously, “Twenty-five red talismans, worth at least a hundred million. Captain, you wouldn’t happen to be a hidden heiress, would you?”
That damn rich heiress.
Wan Jiao is an unlucky person who brought death to her parents and relatives; she is an orphan raised by her master.
"I'm an orphan. I didn't spend any money on this talisman."
"Didn't spend any money?" Ji Zitong also spoke up, "Then what is this talisman...?"
"OMG!!" Lin Yi suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Captain, you didn't draw these talismans yourself, did you?"
Wan Jiao glanced at Lin Yi again: This girl isn't stupid.
She hummed in agreement, her gaze returning to Cheng Ranzhi's face. "Seven teams are a bit small, but we absolutely do not need members who disobey the captain's orders."
Cheng Ranzhi comes from a family of metaphysicians, so he naturally knows what a mid-level red talisman means.
After swiftly taking the twenty-odd red talismans, Cheng Ranzhi respectfully assured, "Captain, don't worry, I will definitely complete the mission and not bring shame to our Seventh Team."
After dinner, the group of six, along with the little spirit Xiao Lejin, appeared at the airport.
Cheng Ranzhi set off for Haicheng, while Wan Jiao, Qi Mingyu, and others went directly to the Alz Autonomous Prefecture where the Immortal Stele Clan was located (the author's work is fictional, please do not take it too seriously).
Alzheimer's Autonomous Region is called an autonomous region, but it is actually smaller than a fifth-tier city, and it only has one city: Xianbei City.
The members of the Immortal Stele Clan all live in this city.
According to last year's census results, the Alzheimer's Autonomous Region has a total population of 5 million.
The Immortal Stele River acts like a moat, completely encircling the entire Immortal Stele City. If a flood were to occur, the extinction of the entire clan would be no small matter.
…
After the plane landed, Wan Jiao and her group went directly to a hotel in Xianbei City to check in.
This is a case handled by the Special Security Bureau, and it's on public funds. We definitely can't stay in the presidential suite. The environment of the double room is nowhere near as good as the presidential suite.
Wan Jiao didn't feel anything, after all, she was used to it from living with her master at Nanshan Temple on the mountain. But Qi Mingyu, Lin Yi, Lu Heng, and Ji Zitong—who among them didn't have money?
It would be a miracle if anyone could get used to staying in a room with a king-size bed like this.
After discussing it, the group sent Lin Yi to talk to Wan Jiao, ostensibly because they were both young women and would be easy to communicate with.
Lin Yi couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.
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