My Professions Have Too Much Personality

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: [Secret Scholar] A Slap

“A Tier One Black Flame Potion and a Radiance Potion.” Fatty Sun gave a simple introduction. “You should already know what they do.”

“But this pink potion is something else. It makes me wonder if you’re the Minister’s secret love child,” he said mysteriously, his voice tinged with envy.

This definitely piqued Su Chen’s curiosity. The man didn’t keep him in suspense and began to explain in detail, “A Tier Three Potion—Glazed Blood. It’s a specialty potion of our Southwind City.”

“Tier Three? A specialty?” Su Chen was slightly shaken, his expression inquisitive. Fatty Sun, reading his expression, elaborated, “Why is Southwind City located here? Why not further south, or further north?”

“It’s all because of the Glazed Blood Ore. Southwind City exists because of it. This stuff has to be supplied to Ying Feng. Even Minister Yuan only gets a fixed quota each year. You can’t buy it even if you have the money.”

“It has many uses. It aids in the absorption of other potions. For example, with the Black Flame Potion, it might normally take two or three days to fully absorb it. With this, it only takes one.”

“It also provides pure nutrients, rapidly mending physical and mental fatigue. More importantly, its properties are gentle, so even Tier One and Tier Two Professionals can use it.”

“It really is good stuff,” Su Chen couldn’t help but exclaim.

“Well, I’ve handed the goods over to you, my friend. Even without the Glazed Blood, the combined price of these two potions is over ten thousand gold…” he reminded him. This was far more than the price of the Shadow-avoiding Robe.

’Old Yuan is really generous,’ Su Chen thought to himself.

Then, as if performing a magic trick, Fatty Sun pulled a silver wristband from his clothes and handed it to Su Chen.

Su Chen raised an eyebrow. ’This thing looks like it can project a virtual screen. It must be high-end.’

Fatty Sun explained, “It’s a smart wristband. Southwind City can’t produce these; they’re all supplied by Ying Feng and require an application for a quota. It greatly increases communication strength and range.”

He handed it to Su Chen while explaining the controls. Besides more convenient communication, its more important function was to connect to the city’s various departments, such as the emergency response department, the Inspectorate, the City Patrol Department, and so on…

However, it didn’t have anything like the online forums Su Chen had imagined. Too few people in Southwind City owned one of these, so there was no foundation for it.

“Also, the Minister sent a last-minute notice for me to prepare a Mimic Mask for you. Logistics has been informed; it should be delivered soon,” Fatty Sun added.

“For disguise?” Su Chen asked. After getting an affirmative answer, he couldn’t help but give a mental thumbs-up for Old Yuan’s thoughtfulness.

After seeing Fatty Sun off, Su Chen couldn’t wait to try out the effects of the Tier Three potion.

It wasn’t like a liquid, more like jelly. Su Chen savored the taste, then immediately felt as if he had eaten too much. He hurriedly downed the Black Flame and Radiance potions and rushed into the Gravity Chamber.

The stimulation surging through his body grew more intense. The downside of rapid absorption was that the potion’s effects erupted all at once. Su Chen’s skin turned crimson, and his sweat sizzled, evaporating into white steam.

An entire day and night passed. As the sky began to darken the next day, Su Chen finally emerged from the training room.

“That was intense…” he couldn’t help but exclaim as he stretched his body. Thanks to the assistance of the Glazed Blood, his training efficiency was even faster than before.

[Sky Splitter Warrior: 55%]

[Body Strengthening Technique—Skilled: 30%]

[Prison Flame Meditation Technique—Skilled: 50%]

All his stats had shown significant improvement. As for [Secret Artifact Master], which was still in its early stages, the development progress had soared to 30%.

After tidying up a bit, Su Chen heard a knock on the door.

Jiang He had arrived, as alluring as ever. Her purple one-piece dress only reached above her knees, outlining her graceful figure, and her slender calves were as smooth as jade.

Jiang He leaned against the doorframe, her posture enchanting, and said with a soft, seductive tone, “Waiting for me, were you?”

“Come in,” Su Chen said flatly, glancing at her.

The reason he had come out of the training room was that someone had informed him Jiang He was here to see him.

Jiang He’s expression grew reserved, her feelings unavoidably complex. ’How long has it been, and he’s already climbed to such a position?’

’Yuan Chenyang’s student… Tsk, tsk…’

Even though her father was theoretically on the same level as Yuan Chenyang, the Inspectorate was one of the three major enforcement agencies.

It was like how she knew Qi Chuan was up to no good but couldn’t act rashly. Su Chen, on the other hand, had dared to show up at his door and arrest him directly.

She sauntered in with a cat-like grace, hooked the door with her calf, and swung it shut.

“What is it?” Su Chen asked calmly.

“So cold, little brother.” Jiang He sat on the edge of the bed and sniffed the air deliberately. “Can’t I just come by to catch up?”

“We have nothing to catch up on,” Su Chen said, shaking his head. “If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”

“So heartless…” Jiang He gave him a resentful look. “There’s a small matter I was hoping you could help me with. I want to terminate my marital relationship with Qi Chuan.”

“You want a divorce?” Su Chen was confused. “What’s that got to do with me?”

“Isn’t Qi Chuan in your custody? So naturally, I have to come to you. You just need to have him sign this.” Jiang He pulled a brown leather scroll from her bodice. When unrolled, it revealed a large patch of what looked like a Ghost Talisman.

That’s right. In this world, the proof of a marital bond was the “Marriage Contract,” created by the Marriage Contract Master profession.

Information was difficult to share between cities, so this thing was the hard proof. Through a special method, one could directly identify the other signatory, making it simple and clear.

“Why?” Su Chen looked at her.

Jiang He explained, “My father said Qi Chuan might be involved in certain matters. Combined with his previous plot, it’s best to cut ties with him. The longer we wait, the more troublesome it will become.”

“What I mean is, why should I help you?” Su Chen stressed.

Jiang He leaned back, her figure becoming more prominent, supporting herself with her hands on Su Chen’s bed. “He won’t be locked up for more than a few days anyway. It’s a simple favor.”

“At worst, I’m willing to pay a price.” Jiang He shivered slightly, feigning aggrievement.

She watched as Su Chen slowly approached, his shadow gradually falling over her as he looked down.

Jiang He was extremely uncomfortable with this feeling. She didn’t like being played; she preferred to be the one playing others.

“Just kidding.” Jiang He awkwardly shuffled back and pulled a photocopied paper from her clothes. “The advancement requirements for a Secret Scholar. My father said Minister Yuan might be interested.”

Su Chen’s brow twitched slightly. He reached out, took it, and glanced down.

[Discovered Tier Two Superior Profession—Secret Scholar. Advancement possible upon meeting requirements.]

[Secret Scholar Advancement Requirement 1: Remain in the “Delirious Words Trial” for five minutes.]

[Secret Scholar Advancement Requirement 2: Raise three F-level Meditation Techniques to Master Level.]

’I actually have to stay in there for five minutes?’ Su Chen thought, recalling the so-called Delirious Words Trial.

“Is it really necessary to offer this just for a divorce?” he asked, looking up.

“Consider it a gesture of goodwill. You’re not the same person you were before,” Jiang He said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Su Chen looked at her beautiful and delicate face, an inexplicable impulse rising within him. Frowning in thought for a moment, he understood where the impulse came from.

Then, he raised his hand.

SLAP!

A slap landed squarely on Jiang He’s face. A few strands of hair fluttered down as a red handprint gradually appeared on her pale cheek.

Su Chen let out a breath, a sense of relief washing over him as if a great weight had been lifted. The lingering resentment from his predecessor’s memories, of being toyed with by Jiang He, completely dissipated.

Jiang He’s face was filled with astonishment. A flicker of rage flashed in her eyes, and the lights in the room began to flicker as some kind of power gathered.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” she roared in a low voice.

“I’ll make him sign it.” Su Chen snatched the leather scroll and walked straight out the door.

Jiang He stared at his back, taking several deep breaths before she gradually calmed down. She caressed her right cheek with her delicate hand. The lingering, stinging pain both infuriated her and stirred a strange feeling within.

’Qi Chuan…’ Su Chen hadn’t forgotten about that guy. He took the scroll and went to the detention cell.

“What’s his condition?” he asked the guard.

“Hasn’t said a word. He just sits in the corner and eats when it’s time,” the man, who recognized the ’second-generation’ heir, explained.

Su Chen observed him through the one-way window. Qi Chuan was noticeably thinner, with prominent cheekbones and vacant, unfocused eyes. He looked completely haggard.

The metabolism of a Tier Two Physical Side Professional was very fast. That ordinary liquid food wasn’t even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

“Has anyone come to see him?”

“The head and deputy head of the patrol division both came by. Just asked a few casual questions,” the guard recalled.

’The Patrol Division made the arrest, so it’s normal for their superiors to ask about it.’

Su Chen pondered for a moment. “When’s dinner?”

“About ten or so minutes,” the other man replied, glancing at the time.

Su Chen waited for a while until dinner arrived, sealed in a plastic container. He took it and opened it. It was a watery, milky-white liquid—the same stuff his predecessor used to eat.

Asking the guard to block the view, Su Chen dipped his index finger into the soup. A green metal fragment materialized on his fingertip for a moment before vanishing.

It was a small shard he had broken off from his attacker’s dagger.

“Take it to him.” Su Chen closed the lid, glancing at the security camera at the end of the hallway. ’Have to keep up appearances.’

The guard took it and walked inside, feeling rather speechless. ’Your method of ’spicing’ the food is a bit crude, isn’t it?’