plumnovel Chapter 152 Tang Sanzang Dismantles His Golden Body
Chapter 152 Tang Sanzang Dismantles His Golden Body
The golden light from the crack grew stronger and stronger.
The Buddha statue was not very tall.
But the sense of oppression is even greater than that of the guardian template.
Because it has the face of Tang Sanzang.
With eyes closed.
Hands clasped together.
His lips curled into the same compassionate expression as Tang Sanzang's.
Sun Wukong stood still.
Stare at that face.
"Master."
He shouted.
The voice was very low.
His voice was so low it didn't sound like he was speaking.
The Buddha statue ignored him.
Two empty holes in his eye sockets.
Targeting Chen Fan.
The sound of scripture came from the hollow.
It's not about reading it aloud.
It leaked out.
Like the wind blowing through a broken temple, carrying a tattered bell.
"Benefactor Chen Fan."
"The second level of the trial."
"The pilgrims have returned to their rightful place."
Chen Fan raised his head.
The fragment in my palm was still hot.
"Where does it belong?"
The curve of the Buddha's mouth remained unchanged.
"Your place is yours."
"Old Identity Recycling Center"
"This wasn't prepared for you."
"It's for him."
The void turned towards Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong's pupils contracted slightly.
The Buddha statue continued speaking.
The sounds overlapped.
Half of it sounds like Buddhist chanting.
He looks half like Tang Sanzang.
"Wukong".
"It's time to hit the road."
"The journey to the West is not over yet."
Sun Wukong placed his hand near his ear.
The golden hoop is no longer there.
But my fingers habitually reach for that spot.
Chen Fan saw that action.
He spoke.
The voice was not loud.
"He's no longer wearing the brace."
"No need to go on the road."
The corners of the Buddha's mouth were pulled down slightly.
"The clamp is not on the flesh."
"mind."
"The meaning of the scriptures will never perish."
The journey to the West never ends.
"This is a matter of mentorship."
Chen Fan was about to speak.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
It's very light.
The gray-robed sutra reader walked in from outside the crack.
He was still clutching the bamboo scroll in his hand.
He stared at the face of the Buddha statue.
I watched for a while.
He suddenly spoke.
"Not through apprenticeship."
"It's a sales pitch."
The chanting of scriptures in the Buddha's eye sockets stopped.
The gray-robed scholar unfolded the bamboo slips.
My finger traced the short film.
Flip through the pages one by one.
Flip to the middle.
stopped.
"The structure of the text is problematic."
"The outer layer encourages good deeds."
"The middle level is cultivation."
"But the bottom level."
He raised his head.
"All of them are control entries."
The Buddha statue suddenly opened its eyes.
The eyes are no longer empty.
Eyeballs grew out.
They are two golden beads.
The surface of the beads is engraved with scriptures.
"The one who contemplates the sutra."
You've crossed the line.
"The structure of the text is not you—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Tang Sanzang's voice interrupted him.
It's not the overlapping sound from the Buddha statue.
It came from outside the crack.
Very real.
Very practical.
It's a real person.
Chen Fan turned his head.
Tang Sanzang stood at the edge of the crack.
He was still wearing that tattered monk's robe.
The sleeves are frayed.
There were bloodstains on the collar.
He stared at the Buddha statue.
Staring at his own face.
We've come this far step by step.
The pace was slow.
But every step left a mark on the stone surface.
"turn out to be."
"This is my old identity."
He stood still.
Five steps away from the Buddha statue.
"My old identity."
"He is not a monk on a pilgrimage."
"It is a golden statue."
The sound of scriptures leaking from the Buddha statue began again.
This time, what was revealed was a reprimand.
"Jin Chanzi"
"You are denying your own position."
"You are the one who built the golden body."
"You are the one who proves the meaning of the scriptures."
"Now you stand here."
"You want to dismantle it yourself?"
Tang Sanzang did not answer.
He turned to look at the gray-robed sutra reader.
"Those control entries."
"Can it be pulled out?"
The gray-robed scholar handed over the bamboo slips.
"Can."
"But it must be recited in reverse."
"Reciting in sequence is a blessing."
"Reversing the reading is breaking it down."
Tang Sanzang accepted the bamboo slips.
My finger is pressed on the short film.
Begin reading.
They weren't reciting scriptures.
It's scripture read upside down.
The sound was very flat.
There were no ups and downs.
"Abstain."
"Certainly."
"Wisdom".
He read it in a smooth manner.
Then it paused for a moment.
Continue reading.
"Wisdom".
"Certainly."
"Abstain."
That sound came out.
The golden beads in the Buddha's eye sockets began to turn.
It spins very fast.
The scriptures flowed out of the beads.
It's not reading.
It's a spray.
Each scripture is like a tangible chain.
It unfolds in mid-air.
Each one had the same words written on it.
"Disciple Jin Chanzi."
"I am willing to obey the Buddha's decree."
"On the journey to the West".
"All discretion rests with the master's school."
"No arbitrary decisions shall be made."
"Cannot prove itself."
"No—"
Tang Sanzang's finger moved downwards.
Continue reciting in reverse.
"No."
"Self-proof".
"No."
"Making decisions arbitrarily."
"Discretionary power rests with—"
The last few words hadn't even been uttered yet.
The Buddha statue suddenly tilted forward.
A crack appeared on the golden face.
Another voice came from the crack.
It is not scripture.
It was a roar.
"stop!"
"It cannot be made public!"
Tang Sanzang raised his eyelids.
I glanced at the Buddha statue.
He didn't stop.
Continue reading.
Each sentence is recited in reverse order.
One of the chains of scripture in the air broke.
The missing scriptures have not disappeared.
Instead, it became even bigger.
Font bloat.
It occupies half of the trial grounds.
Every single one is clearly stated.
The gray-robed sutra reader stood to the side.
Tap the bamboo slips with your fingers.
Tap it.
Break one.
Tap twice.
Break one group.
He tapped very rhythmically.
It's like clapping a rhythm.
The control items were extracted one by one.
One by one, the notices were displayed in mid-air.
Group 1.
"Anyone who does not submit to the Golden Summit is a demon."
Second Group.
"Anyone who questions the journey to the West is an obstacle."
Group 3.
"Anyone who judges himself is rebellious."
Group 4.
Group 5.
Group 7.
Group 14.
Each group is drawn.
There will be one more crack on the Buddha's face.
Gold dust peeled off from the cracks.
It fell onto the stone surface.
It produced a dull echo.
Sun Wukong stared at the published entries.
He lowered his hand from his ear.
He read it aloud.
One word at a time.
"Anyone who makes their own judgments is rebellious."
Then he laughed.
She laughed very softly.
"turn out to be."
"It's not about making me a Buddha."
"It means you want me to obey you."
The Buddha statue suddenly made a loud bang.
It's not cracked.
It burst open.
The entire face is cut in half.
It's exposed inside.
It's not a clay sculpture.
It is not a golden embryo.
It was a bundle of scriptures.
The old scriptures are densely packed together.
They were stacked into the shape of a human.
The same words were written on every scroll.
"Jin Chanzi, the pilgrim on his journey to the West."
"Never overturn the verdict."
Tang Sanzang stretched out his hand.
I didn't touch that pile of scriptures.
Instead, they opened the bamboo slips.
He read the last sentence.
The last line when read in reverse.
"Discretionary power in interpreting scriptures."
"Return to your place."
"Jin Chanzi"
"Self-proof".
The last character on the bamboo slip was pronounced.
The Buddha statue completely collapsed.
It's not a collapse.
It dissipates.
Gold dust and fragments of scriptures were mixed together.
Climb to the top of the tower.
It fell onto the stone surface.
The entire training ground began to shake.
This shaking is different from before.
It is a structural collapse.
boom--
A large crack appeared at the top of the second layer.
It leaked out of the opening.
It's not light.
It's the wind.
The wind carried paper dust.
The gray-robed scholar looked up.
"Old Identity Recycling Center"
"Complete demolition."
"Second level cleared."
The voice just fell.
The items displayed in the air suddenly shrank.
It shrank into a small piece.
The fragment landed in Tang Sanzang's palm.
Embed it in.
The gray-robed scholar glanced at it.
"Fragments of discretionary power in interpreting scriptures."
"In the future, when you encounter rules or phrases related to Buddhist terminology..."
"It can be rewritten temporarily."
"One stick of incense for a limited time."
"Cool down for one hour."
Tang Sanzang closed his palms.
The fragments melted into the palm of my hand.
He turned to look at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, however, was looking up at the sky.
Deep inside that gaping wound.
The light from the third layer can be faintly seen.
But the light is very low.
Very low.
Like a candle flame being suppressed.
wrong.
It wasn't that it was being suppressed.
It's blocked.
The edge of the opening.
There was a person standing there.
White robe.
Cleanse your face.
Thin.
Liu Yuan.
He looked down at the second floor.
He was holding a roll of names in his hand.
He spoke.
The sound came from the mouth.
It's very flat.
But every inch of the second layer of stone surface resonates.
"I cleared the level."
"But the third layer."
"It's not open to you."
He turned to the second page of the roster.
There were a few words written on it.
"The third floor—"
The words that followed were covered by his thumb.
But the exposed part.
There is a stroke.
It is the first stroke of the character "空".
He closed the register.
"I want to come up."
"Get past me first."
"But all the rules you have."
"It won't work for me."
Done.
He squatted down at the edge of the opening.
It's like watching a play that's bound to end sooner or later.
The collapse of the second floor is still ongoing.
The stone surface cracked.
The steps collapsed.
The door leading to the third floor.
Behind him.
It's closed.
Chapter 436 Liu Yuan's First Meeting
The second floor collapsed halfway.
Smoke was still billowing from the crack in the stone surface.
Chen Fan stood up from the ruins.
The words on the back of my hand have changed.
"The third level - the Judgment Arena."
The following text has not yet been fully displayed.
Footsteps came from the top of the steps.
It's not running.
It's time to leave.
Step by step.
Very stable.
Chen Fan looked up.
I saw someone standing at the entrance to the third floor.
The man was wearing a long blue cloth robe.
Roll up the cuffs to your forearms.
He was holding a booklet in his hand.
The booklet cover features a tower-shaped pattern.
It is the symbol of the Seventh Tower.
"Chen Fan".
The man spoke.
The voice was not loud.
But the entire ruins echoed.
"You have disrupted the two-layered review structure."
"According to the tower regulations."
"I have the right to directly revoke your trial qualification."
Chen Fan patted the dust off his clothes.
"Who are you?"
The man opened the booklet.
"The person in charge of the outer layer of the Seventh Tower."
"Liu Yuan".
He turned the booklet over for Chen Fan to see.
The page was covered with a dense list of rules and regulations.
The bottom row is stamped with a red seal.
The inscription reads "Outer layer ruling".
Chen Fan glanced at it.
I didn't look at it closely.
"The temporary handling chapter for the discarded drafts."
Did you write this?
Liu Yuan closed the booklet.
No denial.
"The content of the 'Disposal Stamp' is not important."
"The result is what matters."
"You exploited a loophole in the handling chapter to bypass the discarded draft layer."
"The program can be fixed."
"But the order of the tower must not be disrupted."
Chen Fan smiled.
"Is the program repairable?"
"I read that chapter carefully."
"Every single one of them is designed to entice the test takers to abandon their drafts."
"It wasn't me who exploited the vulnerability."
"It was when you designed it."
"A back door was left open."
Liu Yuan's expression remained unchanged.
He tucked the booklet under his arm.
Take three steps down the steps.
It stopped five steps away from Chen Fan.
"you're right."
"The handling of the case does show a bias."
"But so what?"
"The Seventh Tower needs stability."
"That's not fair."
He paused.
"You fought your way from the first floor to the second floor."
"I've looked at all the methods they used."
"Very smart."
"But smart people often have one flaw."
"I always felt that the rules could be broken."
Chen Fan did not respond.
Liu Yuan continued.
"I can give you a way out."
"Hand over your system and control over the scrapped drafts."
"All participants in the Huaguo Mountain trial."
"I'll give it a pass."
"No trials are needed."
"Go directly to the seventh floor."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Pass vote?"
"It's meaningless."
"What I want is not approval."
"It's the initiative within the tower."
Liu Yuan stared at Chen Fan for three seconds.
Then he sighed.
"Then there's no way to talk about it."
He reopened the booklet.
This time, turn to the last page.
There is a circular pattern drawn on it.
The center of the pattern is empty.
A ring of rules and regulations is engraved on the outside.
The provisions are constantly changing.
Each transformation.
The circle is then enlarged by one size.
"The third floor."
"The Arena of Judgment"
"The rules are simple."
"You and I will each come up with a plan."
"Whose proposal was approved by the tower?"
"Whoever wins."
Chen Fan looked at the circular pattern.
What will happen if we lose?
"The loser's conclusion is automatically written into the entire tower."
Liu Yuan said.
"All trial participants will see it."
"Your failure will become part of the rules."
"And it is."
"Permanent rule".
The voice just fell.
The circular pattern suddenly lit up.
Light shines from the center of the pattern.
The light shone between Chen Fan and Liu Yuan.
The outline of an arena emerged from the ground.
The venue is not large.
It is only ten steps square.
But there are seven pillars standing around it.
Each pillar is engraved with a number.
From the first floor to the seventh floor.
A person was sitting on the pillar.
It's not a real person.
It is a phantom formed from condensed spiritual energy.
Each of the phantom figures held a pen and paper in its hand.
Prepare to record.
Liu Yuan entered the arena.
"Before we begin."
"I have something to tell you."
"The chapter on handling discarded drafts."
"It wasn't written by me alone."
"It was approved by the outer-level leadership meeting."
"In other words..."
"What you're facing."
"It's the entire management team of the Seventh Tower."
Chen Fan stepped into the arena.
My foot had just touched the edge of the field.
All seven pillars vibrated simultaneously.
The phantoms lowered their heads.
The pen tip rests on the paper.
Wait until the first word is uttered.
Liu Yuan raised his hand.
He now had an extra book in his hand.
The scroll unfolds.
It was filled with his first set of plans.
But Chen Fan didn't look at the book.
He looked at the phantom image on the pillar.
Then I asked a question.
"What are the criteria for adjudication?"
Liu Yuan paused for a moment in his hand holding the scroll.
"The tower has the final say."
"But the basis for the tower's judgment."
"It's a projection of the rules in the arena."
"Whose solution can make the rule projection more stable?"
"Whoever wins."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Let's begin."
Liu Yuan pushed the scroll to the center of the arena.
The scroll unfolded automatically.
The words detached from the paper.
It was transformed into a series of rules and regulations.
The clauses are linked together.
A model for a review structure has been formed.
The model is very complete.
Each layer has detailed inspection points.
The nodes are connected by spiritual energy lines.
There is no breakpoint.
"This is my proposal."
"Improve the floor review process for the Seventh Tower."
"Make sure that every level of the trial meets the standards."
"The kind of loophole that appears in the discarded draft layer will no longer occur."
Liu Yuan's voice echoed throughout the venue.
The illusory images on the seven pillars began to record.
The pen tip glides across the paper.
It makes a rustling sound.
Chen Fan looked at the model.
He didn't say anything.
Liu Yuan waited a few breaths.
"What's your proposal?"
Chen Fan suddenly reached out.
Points to the third-level inspection node of the model.
"here."
"If the trial itself is problematic."
"The review process is now more comprehensive."
"It can only uncover the surface-level vulnerabilities."
"The designer's malice cannot be detected during the review."
He withdrew his finger.
"My solution is very simple."
"Abolish the outer-layer management system."
"Let all the trial participants..."
"Directly inspect the tower."
Liu Yuan's expression changed for the first time.
Not surprised.
It's cold.
Do you know who established the outer-layer management system?
"have no idea."
Chen Fan said.
"But I know."
"The rules of the Seventh Tower".
"It shouldn't be decided by people who fall into the trap of designing discarded drafts."
The voice just fell.
The illusory figures on the seven pillars simultaneously stopped writing.
It's not because I finished writing it.
It's because of one of the pillars.
The one on the fourth floor.
Suddenly a crack appeared.
Light shining through the crack.
And the gleam of the disposal seal in Liu Yuan's hand.
The same.
Chapter 437, Third Level: The Arena of Judgment
Chen Fan stepped onto the third level of the ground.
There are no stones underfoot.
It's paper.
The paper is spread out.
There were words written on the paper.
The words are moving.
It looks alive.
"This is……"
Tang Sanzang looked down.
"Conclusion page?"
The voice just fell.
The papers on the ground flipped over at the same time.
A loud clattering sound filled the air.
Turn each page.
Then a line of text appeared.
The handwriting is neat and legible.
The pen tip is sharp.
Like the handwriting of a judge.
Chen Fan looked up.
The space on this floor is not large.
There is a transparent barrier in between.
The left side of the barrier is empty.
There is a person standing on the right.
The man was wearing an iron-blue official robe.
He was holding a very thick booklet in his hands.
The booklet cover has three words:
Book of rulings.
"The Seventh Tower's Internal Trial Warrior".
The man spoke.
The sound was like a piece of iron scraping against a stone.
"The Iron-Book Judge".
"By order of General Liu."
"I'll be waiting for you here."
Sun Wukong took a step forward.
The barrier immediately lit up.
split into two.
Two words appeared in the blank space on the left: Battle Zone.
The area where the person on the right is standing: the adjudication area.
The judge with the iron book turned to the first page of the judgment book.
"The rules for the third floor are very simple."
"You send men to fight."
"I'll take notes."
"Every time I hit my opponent."
"Just add a negative conclusion to it."
"Ten conclusions have been reached."
"The ruling is valid."
"The losers will remain on this floor forever."
Chen Fan stared at the booklet.
The booklet emitted a dim light.
Light is not spiritual power.
It's something older.
Like bones buried beneath a sheet of paper.
"Who hit him?"
Sun Wukong asked.
"I'll hit him."
Chen Fan said.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll cut it."
Chen Fan looked at Tang Sanzang and Guanyin.
"You two."
"Keep an eye on those conclusions."
"A mistake has been found."
Delete it immediately.
Tang Sanzang was taken aback.
"Can the conclusion be deleted too?"
"able."
Chen Fan pointed to the paper on the ground.
"I've read the rules for this floor."
"The conclusion generation is bidirectional."
"He writes his own."
"We'll delete ours."
"Whoever leaves behind more conclusions in the end."
Who wins?
The Iron Book Judge laughed.
Laughter was like a piece of iron scraping against a stone tablet.
"You've figured it out."
"pity."
"Knowing the rules is useless."
"You need to know how to make cuts."
He turned to the second page of the judgment book.
It was covered with densely packed patterns.
All entries are conclusions.
Some of them are newly written.
Some have already turned yellow.
The top one reads—
"The tower climber: has wicked intentions."
Chen Fan glanced at it.
He didn't say anything.
The fragments of Yang Jian's broken-tailed sword emerged from his sleeve.
It unfolds in mid-air.
The paper was half burnt.
But on the remaining half.
Words are jumping around.
"Chen Fan".
Yang Jian's voice came through.
It's urgent.
"Underlying logic".
"The Old Heavenly Court's Book of Merits and Demerits".
"This booklet."
"The copy of the merit and demerit book."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
Book of Merits and Demerits.
That belongs to the ancient Heavenly Court.
Record the merits and demerits of the immortals.
A single stroke can decide life or death.
It should have been destroyed long ago.
"The Seventh Tower".
"You hid this?"
"It's not hidden."
Yang Jian's voice was even lower.
"It's a copy."
"Use Buddhist spiritual power."
"It was burned again."
"A judgment book has been made."
Chen Fan didn't ask any more questions.
Now is not the time to pursue the matter.
The barrier began to contract.
The ground in the combat zone rises.
It forms a truncated cone.
The judge with the iron book walked to the center of the adjudication area.
The booklet in my hand moved on its own without any wind.
"Let's begin."
"Who wants to go first?"
Sun Wukong dodged in a flash.
They went up to the round platform.
"Of course it's your Grandpa Sun."
The Iron Book Judge turns a new page.
I pick up my pen.
The pen nib is made of cast iron.
The ink is black.
But the words that are written.
It emits a red glow.
The first stroke is made.
A line appeared in the adjudication book—
Opponent: Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong moved.
The golden cudgel slammed down with a whooshing sound.
The Iron Book Judge did not dodge.
He covered it with a booklet.
The stick hit the book.
Clang.
It felt like hitting a metal plate.
The booklet wasn't torn.
Instead, several pages of paper flew out.
The paper circled around Sun Wukong once.
Another lap.
Each rotation.
There was a word printed on his body.
First lap: Reckless.
Second lap: Chaos.
Third lap: Urgent.
Sun Wukong looked down at the words on his body.
The words are seeping in.
It was not a spiritual attack.
It's the rule.
It is a ruling.
on the ground.
The papers in front of Chen Fan were simultaneously turned over.
The same words appeared above.
The words are arranged.
In combination.
It should be written as a single sentence.
"Don't just stand there."
Chen Fan shouted to Tang Sanzang and the Amitabha Buddha.
"delete!"
Tang Sanzang was the first to react.
Reach out and press your hand on the paper.
A flash of golden light appeared at his fingertips.
The character "莽" swayed slightly.
It's a little bland.
But it didn't disappear.
"Put in more force."
The Observer said.
He raised his palm.
The scriptures flow through the palm of the hand.
He slapped the paper.
The character "莽" (mǎng) is broken apart.
Turn into ink dots.
But they had just dispersed.
The ink dots gathered together again.
Spell out another word —
"stupid."
The person observing the sutra was stunned.
"It's changing the characters."
Chen Fan stared at the paper.
It's not about changing it.
It is a re-determination.
As long as the decision logic exists.
The conclusion remains true even if you change the word.
On the round platform.
Sun Wukong then unleashed three more blows with his staff.
Every strike hit the Iron Book Judge.
But the number of conclusions in the booklet is increasing.
Article 4: Disorder.
Article 5: Recklessness.
Article 6: Lacking wisdom.
Each one was imprinted on Wukong's body.
It's getting deeper and deeper.
The golden fur began to darken.
"That's not right."
Tang Sanzang shouted.
"It clearly hit the target."
"Why was the ruling reversed?"
Chen Fan parted the paper.
The finger touches the bottom layer of the paper.
There are tiny, closely spaced characters there.
This is not a conclusion.
It's the rule.
"Attack in the combat zone."
"It doesn't count as a win or loss."
"Determination of the adjudication zone."
"That's what counts."
He looked up at the Iron Book Judge.
The person was standing in the adjudication area.
There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.
The pen never stops.
A new entry is being written.
Sun Wukong fought faster and faster on the round platform.
But it will be soon.
It's chaotic.
Chaos.
More rulings are expected.
Article 7: Arrogance.
Article 8: Acting rashly.
Two more are needed.
Tang Sanzang's forehead was covered in sweat.
The finger touches the paper.
A golden light pierced through the back of the paper.
Tear apart the "wildness".
The characters scattered like ink mist.
After the fog dissipated.
Two new characters appeared on the spot—
"Violent".
"no."
The sutra reader gritted his teeth.
"The more you delete, the more there are."
Chen Fan stood up.
He walked to the edge of the adjudication area.
Through a transparent barrier.
He looked at the judgment book in the hands of the Iron Book Judge.
The page that's been turned in the booklet.
It's almost a full page already.
Every single one.
They all point to Sun Wukong.
He suddenly remembered something.
What Liu Yuan said outside the door—
"Get past me first."
"The rules don't apply to me."
The rules don't apply to Liu Yuan.
Because he has the official seal for handling such cases.
This is the Iron Book Judge.
He was one of Liu Yuan's men.
The book of rulings in his hand.
And the handling chapter.
They use the same set of underlying rules.
"Broken tail."
Chen Fan shouted.
A fragment of Yang Jian's writings flew over.
"Can you check?"
"The logic behind the judgments in this booklet."
"Where did you come from?"
The fragment unfolds.
The paper was covered with densely packed words.
The text is jumping around rapidly.
It looks like it's searching for something.
Three breaths.
Yang Jian's voice was urgent.
"Found it."
"Underlying logic source".
"The fourth floor."
"What's on the fourth floor?"
Yang Jian did not answer.
On the fragment.
The jumping words suddenly stopped.
Arrange them all into one sentence—
"The judgment has higher priority than the outer layer of audio recording."
Chen Fan stared at the sentence.
Pupil constriction.
Outer layer of auditorium recording.
It is the public record of the Seventh Tower.
Anyone can access it.
But the verdict.
It was written in the ruling book.
This sentence means—
The things written by the Iron Book Judge.
It is more authoritative than the outer record.
There is no room for reversal.
He looked at the round platform.
Sun Wukong already has nine marks on his body.
The last one is being generated.
The characters are not finished yet.
But the strokes are still discernible.
"defeat."
Once it's finished writing.
The ruling is valid.
Wukong will stay here forever.
Tang Sanzang grew anxious.
Press the paper down with both hands.
The Buddha's light shone brightly.
But those words remained completely still.
The scriptures read by those who contemplate them are also no longer effective.
"Things copied from the merit and demerit register."
"Of course, Buddhist methods won't work."
Yang Jian's voice rang out.
"We must use the old Heavenly Court's rules."
"Who has it?"
Chen Fan asked.
"you."
The fragments of Yang Jian's writings floated to his face.
On the yellowish-brown paper.
There is a line of very small text.
It is the ancient seal script of the old Heavenly Court.
Chen Fan watched for three breaths.
Recognize it—
Merits and demerits should be judged equally.
He stretched out his hand.
Five fingers pressed on the paper on the ground.
The paper started to get hot.
The burning light is not the Buddha's light.
It's something older.
It's old and feels cold.
It's cold to the bone.
The words on the paper began to tremble.
Those conclusion entries.
It felt like I was being held back by something.
One by one.
Shrink back.
Judge Tie Shu's expression changed.
"you--"
How did you learn this?
Chen Fan did not look up.
The finger traces the first line on the ground.
It's not writing.
It's drawing lines.
A horizontal line.
Determine merits and demerits.
To the left of the line.
It reads: Nine articles have been adjudicated.
To the right of the line.
blank.
Awaiting re-evaluation.
The book in the hands of the Iron Book Judge slammed shut.
Snapped.
The sound was incredibly crisp.
It feels like a broken bone.
When the booklet was opened again.
The words on it are all messed up.
New and old.
They were all crammed together.
I can't tell which ones are arithmetic.
Which ones don't count?
On the round platform.
The words on Sun Wukong's body began to fade.
The golden light shone again.
He grinned.
The stick was raised again.
"It's my turn."
The judge with the iron book stepped back.
But his back.
It's already affixed to the barrier.
The adjudication area is only this big.
There was no way to retreat.
Chen Fan's finger landed.
The horizontal line is finished.
He raised his head.
"this time."
"The decision-making power rests with me."
on the ground.
All the papers turn to the last page at the same time.
The bottom of the page reads—
Arbitrator: Chen Fan.
outside the window.
Liu Yuan stood up from his chair.
The chair tipped over.
He ignored it.
He stared in the direction of the third floor.
The crack on the fourth-floor pillar.
It is expanding.
#Chapter 438 First snatch the pen, then beat people up
The Iron Book Judge stood firm.
He turned to a new page in the book of judgments in his hand.
The page is blank.
But there was a layer of gray sheen on the paper.
Words are hidden in the gray light.
It hasn't been written yet.
I can already feel the constraint.
Chen Fan understood.
This third level isn't about who's stronger.
It's a competition to see who finishes writing the rules first.
The judge with the iron book curled up at the corners of his mouth.
"Do you understand?"
"Here it is."
I say you are guilty.
"You are guilty."
He picked up his pen.
The pen tip falls.
The first horizontal line.
Sun Wukong's shoulders slumped down.
It looked like something was pressing down on it.
The golden cudgel slammed into the barrier.
The barrier did not break.
The stick bounced back first.
The judge wrote the second stroke of the iron book.
竖。
Sun Wukong's knees bent.
The ground beneath our feet sank two inches.
Cracks spread from the soles of the feet.
But Sun Wukong did not kneel.
He was holding the stick.
We'll just have to tough it out.
The judge in the iron book is about to make his third stroke.
Chen Fan suddenly spoke.
"Wukong".
"Don't hit him."
"Force him to back down."
Sun Wukong raised his eyes.
His eyes shone brightly.
He didn't ask why.
The stick changed direction.
It wasn't thrown at the Iron Book Judge.
It crashed into the ground to the right of the judge's bench.
boom.
The ground exploded.
Gravel flew everywhere.
The Iron Book Judge had no choice but to dodge to the left.
He paused for a moment while writing.
The fourth stroke was not finished.
Chen Fan has already made his move.
He cut through the gaps in the rubble.
It's not fast.
But there was no hesitation on the route.
The Iron Book Judge saw Chen Fan approaching.
Laughed.
"You can't even get onto the judge's bench."
"here."
"Only the one who holds the pen can—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Chen Fan placed his hand on the edge of the adjudication table.
The gray light on the table suddenly stopped.
It wasn't because I was interrupted.
It's because Chen Fan has it.
There's one more thing.
A fragment.
It is glowing.
The light is not golden.
It is white.
Pure white.
Judge Tie Shu's expression changed.
"How could you have—"
"Audit Interface".
Chen Fan said.
He slammed the fragment onto the judge's table.
The fragment was embedded in it.
A crack appeared in the countertop.
Light shining through the crack.
It's exactly the same as the one on the seventh pillar.
The Iron Book Judge took a step back.
this step.
The space was empty.
Chen Fan didn't stand on ceremony.
He flipped directly onto the adjudication table.
The Iron Book Judge steadied his steps.
I picked up my pen again.
"You think you're useful just because you've come up here?"
"The ruling book recognizes the handwriting, not the person."
"You don't have a pen."
"What do you have to offer me—"
Chen Fan reached out his hand.
It wasn't about stealing a pen.
He pressed down directly on a corner of the adjudication book.
The Iron Book Judge sneered.
"Don't know the rules."
"layman."
"The register of rulings has been ordered."
"You don't have a number."
"I can't open it."
Chen Fan ignored him.
Turn your other hand over and open your palm.
In the palm of your hand.
A string of numbers floated up.
It wasn't written on.
It's the number that Liu Yuan wore before.
From the crack in the fourth-level pillar.
It was passed on.
The numbers are on the paper.
The ruling book suddenly stopped.
The page that stopped was the one written by the Iron Book Judge.
The gray light solidifies.
The fifth stroke paused in mid-air.
I can't write anymore.
The Iron Book Judge stared wide-eyed.
"How come you have an official serial number?!"
"Outer layer management system".
Chen Fan said.
"You know better than I do."
"But the number is a general audit access level."
"It's none of your business."
offstage.
Sun Wukong, who had been suppressed by the gray light, suddenly straightened up.
The weight on my shoulders is fading.
The judge, Iron Book, gritted his teeth.
The brushstrokes are firm and forceful.
Forced to write the fifth stroke.
The pen tip touches the paper.
A golden light suddenly sprang up from the paper.
It wasn't his power.
It's another handwriting.
It is written in from the other side of the judgment book.
The judge with the iron book looked up.
They saw Tang Sanzang standing by the platform.
Blood was flowing from his fingertips.
Write words on paper with blood.
"Judging based on the meaning of the scriptures."
Tang Sanzang said.
"You have found Wukong guilty."
"I hereby declare this judgment invalid."
"According to the third-level rules."
"When the meanings of both sides are equal."
"The execution of the negative ruling is temporarily suspended."
The blood-written words were finished.
The gray light on the page about the Iron Book Judge went out completely.
The five strokes are scattered.
It hasn't taken shape yet.
Chen Fan took advantage of this opening.
He snatched a corner of the judgment book.
He pressed his finger on the blank space.
Start writing.
The first sentence.
"Sun Wukong's actions serve as proof of his independent subjectivity."
Eight characters.
It was written very quickly.
The handwriting was very light.
But it's written on paper.
The entire book of rulings suddenly shook.
Judge Tie Shu turned pale.
It's not pale.
It is the white of fear.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Write this in—"
"The entire arena rule will be turned upside down!"
Chen Fan finished writing the last word.
Close the judgment book.
"right."
"It has to be reversed."
The voice just fell.
All the barriers in the arena stopped simultaneously.
It's not broken.
It's a function reversal.
Originally, all the negative labels that suppressed Sun Wukong were removed.
All frozen.
The halo behind the Iron Book Judge.
It crumbled into powder.
Sun Wukong stood up straight.
He gripped the golden cudgel tightly.
The cracks on the stick are healing.
It's not a repair.
It was those rules that bound his tricycle.
It finally disappeared.
The judge with the iron book stepped back.
But his back.
The barrier was affixed again.
This time, the barrier left him no way out.
Because of the power of adjudication.
It's no longer in his hands.
Sun Wukong brought his staff down.
There were no fancy moves.
It's just a blow.
Smash it from head to toe.
The Iron Book Judge was slammed into the ground.
The ruling platform experienced three shocks.
Papers flew everywhere on the table.
Turn to the last page.
The bottom of the page reads—
Arbitrator: Chen Fan.
The party being adjudicated: Judge Iron Book.
Result: Deprivation of the right to adjudicate.
All the mechanisms on the third floor shattered simultaneously.
The door opened.
Steps leading to the fourth floor appeared.
But Chen Fan didn't move.
He stared at the court book.
At the bottom of the booklet.
There was also a piece of paper on top.
The paper is different colors.
It is cyan.
A line of text was written on the blue paper.
"Secondment Order—"
The following is a number.
The signature is placed below the number.
The Eighth Evaluation Tower.
Chen Fan looked up.
Above the arena.
A seal is being formed.
The shape of the seal.
It's exactly the same as the one Liu Yuan had before.
But it's bigger.
Much larger.
The seal hasn't been put down yet.
The pressure has already arrived.
Tang Sanzang let out a muffled groan.
His knee slammed onto the table.
Sun Wukong's hand holding the staff.
Veins bulging.
The judgment book in Chen Fan's hand.
It suddenly opened on its own.
The page I turned to.
There is only one character on it.
"Trial."
outside the window.
Liu Yuan stood in front of the fourth-floor pillar.
Cracks in the pillar.
It has expanded to the point where we can see what's inside.
He stared at the crack.
There was no turning back.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
A voice.
Very stable.
It's also very slow.
"The seconded officer of the Eighth Tower."
"They arrived earlier than I expected."
Liu Yuan did not respond.
The voice continued.
"Let them fight."
"The outcome of the third level."
"It was just the beginning."
On the pillar.
Light shining through the crack.
It suddenly turned blue.
Chapter 439 The Eighth Tower Temporary Officer
Blue light seeped out from the crack.
It's not a soft green.
It's cold.
Like the reflection on a knife blade.
Liu Yuan stared at the crack. The footsteps behind him stopped three steps away.
"The head of the Seventh Tower."
"Liu Yuan".
The voice was neither hurried nor slow.
"The Eighth Tower's Temporary Officer".
"Si Mo".
Liu Yuan turned around.
The seconded officer was wearing a gray robe.
There were no emblems on the robe.
There is no sign.
But the gray robe itself.
It's a sign.
The ash of the Eighth Tower.
I recognize all seven outer towers.
"We arrived earlier than I expected," Liu Yuan said.
Si Mo didn't respond to that sentence.
He walked to the pillar on the fourth floor.
Raise your hand.
Press your finger on the edge of the crack.
The blue light within the crack suddenly surged.
For an instant.
The entire surface of the fourth-level pillars.
It was covered with fine cracks.
Like a spider web.
It also resembles a certain character.
"The internal controversy of the Seventh Tower."
Si Mo withdrew his hand.
"It's already exceeded the limit."
"The Eighth Tower has the right to take over part of the ruling."
He turned his head.
He looked at Liu Yuan.
"You know that."
Liu Yuan's expression remained unchanged.
But her fingers tightened inside her sleeve.
"Know."
"The outer layer of the governing system is established by the eighth tower."
"The seconded officer has temporary supervisory power."
"I have no objection."
"Very good," Si Mo said.
He took a roll of paper from the inner pocket of his gray robe.
The paper is blue.
Unfold.
The surface was covered with dense writing.
But the handwriting is flowing.
Like living water.
"This is a temporary monitoring order."
"The ruling from the third level."
"The allocation rules for the fourth layer."
"Admission qualifications for the fifth level and above".
"I will review all of them."
He placed the blue paper roll on the table.
A thin crack appeared on the desktop.
The paper roll was embedded inside.
next second.
All seven pillars vibrated simultaneously.
The same words appeared on the pillar—
"Under surveillance at the Eighth Tower."
Chen Fan is on the third floor.
I saw those words.
They appeared on the barriers in the adjudication zone.
Place it at the very top of all the rule text.
The handwriting is blue.
The ink was still dripping down.
The judge with the iron book also saw it.
His pupils contracted.
"The Eighth Tower?"
"How come...?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
The roster in his hand opened automatically.
The pages were flipping wildly.
The blank spaces on each page.
Blue ink marks are appearing on them.
It is not a supplementary rule.
It means delete.
Page after page of rulings were crossed out.
Only a signature was left.
—Si Mo.
Chen Fan slammed the stick on the ground.
"It seems you are from the Seventh Tower."
"There's also my mother-in-law upstairs."
The Iron Book Judge's lips moved slightly.
He didn't say anything.
But he stared at the expression on those green characters.
Compared to when he was suppressed by Chen Fan earlier.
Even more embarrassing.
outside the window.
The crack in the fourth-floor pillar has completely widened.
They came out from inside.
It wasn't just Si Mo.
There are two more people.
One male and one female.
They were all wearing gray robes.
The man was holding a booklet in his hand.
The woman was carrying a lamp.
The lamplight was bluish-green.
"The rulings from the third level have been recorded." The man flipped through the booklet. "Chen Fan, Huaguo Mountain faction. Three wins. Ruling authority established."
"The fourth floor is about to open," the woman said.
She held up the lamp.
A bluish light swept across the seven pillars.
The writing on the pillar began to recombine.
It is no longer a rule of adjudication.
It's new.
"A arena for the distribution of benefits."
Si Mo walked to Liu Yuan's side.
"The third floor of your seventh tower."
"The play was awful."
"The rules were broken by a single person."
"The power to adjudicate has been usurped."
"Even the official seal for handling cases has been invalidated."
"The Eighth Tower had to be temporarily reassigned."
Liu Yuan remained silent for a few seconds.
"The third layer was originally just a layer of discarded drafts."
"There were problems with the design from the beginning."
"I know," Si Mo said, "That's why the Eighth Tower has tolerated it until now."
"But today."
"The discarded drafts almost ruined a full-fledged manager."
He glanced at Liu Yuan.
"You should be glad it wasn't an investigator who came."
Liu Yuan's expression finally changed.
It's not anger.
It is fear.
"An investigator?"
"For something so trivial?"
"It's not just for you," Si Mo said. "The Seventh Tower has been ranked last for three consecutive evaluation cycles. And..."
He paused.
"Chen Fan, this person."
"In the records of the Eighth Tower."
"This isn't the first time it's happened."
The third layer.
The barrier began to recede.
The boundaries of the adjudication zone are blurred.
Chen Fan felt the stone beneath his feet rising.
It's not an illusion.
The entire third floor is being raised upwards.
The ceiling is cracked.
The space above is exposed.
Fourth floor.
It is not the adjudication court.
It was a large hall.
A long table was placed in the center of the hall.
A map was spread out on the table.
The map is three-dimensional.
Mountains and rivers.
City walls and passes.
Everything is moving.
Like a living sand table.
Both sides of the long table.
It was packed with people.
wrong.
not human.
It's a projection.
One after another, ghostly figures.
They were wearing different robes.
Some of them resembled officials.
Some look like generals.
Some resemble businessmen.
Their faces.
Chen Fan knew some of them.
The intelligence about Huaguo Mountain.
These are the faces.
Messenger from Heaven.
Protectors of Buddhism.
The Dragon Palace's special envoy.
Judges of the underworld.
There are a few more.
They are not gods or Buddhas.
It is a force in the mortal realm.
Officials of the Tang Dynasty.
Envoys from foreign lands.
There were even one or two more.
Demon King.
"We've arrived," Si Mo's voice came from above.
He stood in a corner of the fourth floor.
Beside him was Liu Yuan.
Behind him were the two gray-robed attendants.
"A arena for the distribution of benefits."
"The primary purpose of the outer seven towers."
"Not a ruling."
"It's about separating things."
Si Mo walked to the head of the long table.
He swayed his gray robe.
sit down.
"The first level grants eligibility."
"The second layer tests identity."
"The third layer determines the right to speak."
"The fourth floor."
"Distribute the money."
He raised his hand.
He tapped his fingers on the table.
The mountains and rivers on the map lit up at the same time.
Every glimmer of light.
They are all labeled with the same thing.
It's not gold or silver jewelry.
It refers to the sphere of influence.
It is a resource-producing area.
It is an intelligence channel.
It is a rule exemption.
"The interests of the Three Realms."
"Assigned here."
"Each faction."
"Based on your performance in the tower."
"Choose your own share."
Si Mo looked at Chen Fan.
"Your Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"The results on the third floor are quite good."
"They have the right to be selected in the first round."
Chen Fan didn't move.
He stared at the projection on the long table.
Those people.
Those forces.
Everyone was watching him.
His eyes held everything.
To look at.
To covet.
alert.
There are a few more.
It is hatred.
"Since we're dividing things up," Chen Fan said, "let me ask you something."
"After the breakup."
"Can it form its own tower sequence?"
The hall fell silent for a moment.
All the projected gazes turned to Si Mo.
Si Mo didn't speak.
He looked at Chen Fan.
In the blue pupils.
There was no emotion whatsoever.
Do you know what an independent tower sequence means?
"I know," Chen Fan said. "No need to ask about the rules on the outer perimeter."
"Ignore the Seven Towers' ruling."
"Make your own rules."
"I'll admit it myself."
"Yes." Si Mo nodded, "But you know the rules of the Eighth Tower."
"How do you write independent sequences?"
He didn't wait for Chen Fan's reply.
Continue the story yourself.
"The right to apply for an independent sequence."
"Only members of the Eighth Tower possess it."
"outsider."
"Not approved."
Chen Fan smiled.
"Then let me rephrase my question."
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"Can't we stop being pawns?"
"Instead, sit down."
"Let's play chess together."
Si Mo pushed the map in front of him forward.
"I want to play chess."
"Advanced to the fourth level."
Choose what's in your best interest.
"The selection is complete."
Only then are you qualified to ask the next question.
He raised his hand and pointed to the end of the hall.
There is a door there.
The door was closed.
There are words engraved on the door panel.
only one.
"Struggle".
"Behind this door."
"That's the real game."
Si Mo said.
What you see now.
"Still the queuing area outside the chessboard."
The voice just fell.
The door on the side of the hall opened first.
It's not the door on the fifth floor.
It's something else.
They came out of the door.
It is a batch of projections.
But these projections.
Chen Fan only glanced at it.
His fingers gripped the stick tightly.
Standing at the very front.
It's the Bull Demon King.
Behind him.
They are from Huaguo Mountain.
There are monkeys.
There is a monster.
There were those who should have been guarding Flower Fruit Mountain.
A familiar face.
But they're not in the right state.
They're not here to lend a hand.
On the neck of each projection.
They were all surrounded by a cyan halo.
Like a chain.
The Bull Demon King raised his head.
He looked at Chen Fan.
Open your mouth.
The words spoken.
That's not his voice.
They overlap.
It felt like I was possessed by something.
"Your Majesty."
"The Eighth Tower sent a message with his subordinates."
"The profits have been distributed."
"It's time to pay it back."
Chen Fan turned his head.
She looked at Si Mo.
Si Mo sat in the main seat.
The gray-robed man remained completely still.
"I forgot to mention."
"Huaguo Mountain is recorded in the Eighth Tower's records."
"Debts owed."
"More than a hundred years of taxes."
"There's one more."
"Sun Wukong signed the mortgage agreement himself."
"Collateral".
"It's the entire mountain."
#Chapter 440, Fourth Layer: The Arena of Profit Distribution
Fourth floor.
There is no arena.
There are no pillars.
There is only one round table.
Five people were standing around the table.
No.
Five projections.
The Bull Demon King. Bai Jingjing. Xiao Qing. The regret of Liu Er. And one more.
It was Chen Fan himself.
To be precise.
It was his shadow.
The shadow stood on the opposite side of the table.
His face is his face.
The look in his eyes wasn't it.
Si Mo's voice came from above.
"The fourth level of rules."
"Dividing profits."
"The projection represents the five forces of Huaguo Mountain."
"You set a price for each person."
"They nodded."
"You pass."
"Someone shook their head."
"The main body qualification of the Ninth Experimental Field".
"Determined to be an unstable alliance."
Chen Fan looked at the five projections.
The projection of the Bull Demon King spoke first.
"military adviser."
"Old Niu doesn't want much."
"Empirical benefits".
"Give me 20%."
Bai Jingjing answered the call via the projector.
"The intelligence network of Huaguo Mountain."
"It's under my jurisdiction."
Xiaoqing's projection took a step forward.
"Control of the Danfang."
"We can't let the strategist handle everything."
Liu Er remained silent, his regret evident.
Just laugh.
That smile.
It looks exactly like the real Six-Eared Fox.
Chen Fan's shadow spoke last.
The voice wasn't his.
They overlap.
"They've all said it."
"I'll finish what you said for you."
"You want Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Forever surnamed Chen."
Si Mo watched from outside.
Beneath the grey robe.
Tapping the armrest lightly with my fingers.
He is waiting.
Chen Fan comforted them one by one.
or.
They were subdued one by one.
Chen Fan didn't move.
He pulled a scroll from his pocket.
Spread it out.
Spread it on the table.
"Current division of labor at Huaguo Mountain".
"Records of war achievements"
"True Core Revenue Distribution Chain".
"They're all up there."
The Bull Demon King's projection glanced at it.
His expression changed.
"What is this?"
"When did you do that?"
On the reel.
Densely packed.
Every profit.
Each task is assigned separately.
Everything is recorded.
Below the name of the Bull Demon King.
It reads "Conquest Division".
It was followed by a string of numbers.
It refers to the number of times he led troops into battle.
The seized supplies.
and also.
He secretly kept 30% of the spoils.
Below Bai Jingjing's name.
It reads "Undercover Division".
The intelligence network was indeed under her control.
But the upper limit of each hidden line.
They were all Chen Fan.
Below Xiaoqing's name.
She controls 40% of Danfang.
But the source of the medicinal materials.
The core of the Dan formula.
They are all in the Huaguoshan public treasury.
Below the name of Liu Er Can Nian.
There was nothing there.
There is only one question mark.
"You are a projection."
Chen Fan looked at Liu Er's lingering regret.
"Six Ears won't ask me about sharing the profits."
"That's what he wants."
"It's something else."
He gave a wry smile.
It dissipated into blue smoke.
At the edge of the round table.
The remaining four projections.
Si Mo's fingers stopped.
"Using your own account books to intimidate others."
"not enough."
The voice just fell.
On the fourth-floor pillar.
Light shining through the crack.
It suddenly turned red.
Rules, one by one.
It seeped out from the crack.
Like blood.
Article 1.
The distribution of benefits must be based on current demands.
Article .
Existing systems must not be cited as absolute criteria.
Article 3.
If the projection is still not full.
The qualification for the Ninth Experimental Field has been automatically frozen.
Chen Fan looked at the rules.
He didn't say anything.
Bai Jingjing's projection laughed first.
"military adviser."
"The ledger is useless."
"Now is now."
"The past is the past."
I was asking about the future.
"Who controls the intelligence network?"
Chen Fan raised his hand.
This is not a response to Bai Jingjing.
It refers to another point on the scroll.
"Huaguoshan Secondary Furnace".
Three days ago.
"Your men slipped three letters into the auxiliary furnace."
"The recipient".
"Not from Flower Fruit Mountain."
The smile on Bai Jingjing's projection face froze.
"What are you doing—"
"How would I know?"
Chen Fan withdrew his hand.
"The hidden thread department handles every thread."
"I'm in charge of everything at the top."
"You can't get in."
"It's not because I won't allow it."
"It's because of your informant."
"Half of it is mine."
Bai Jingjing's projection took a step back.
His lips moved.
No sound was made.
Xiaoqing's projector suddenly slammed on the table.
"Put the auxiliary furnace aside for now."
"Danfang" (丹坊).
"I want complete control."
"A recipe for alchemy."
"Procurement of medicinal herbs".
"The preparation of the finished product."
"It's all mine."
Chen Fan turned his head.
"OK."
Xiaoqing was taken aback.
"You agree?"
"It can be yours now."
Chen Fan said.
"But the public treasury no longer supplies medicinal materials."
"Go find it yourself."
"The core of the elixir formula."
"Go fix it yourself."
"Finished product preparation".
"Go try it yourself."
"The alchemy furnace that is currently operating on Flower Fruit Mountain."
There are seventeen in total.
"Take them all."
"The furnace temperature will drop tomorrow."
"The elixir energy dissipated after the day after tomorrow."
"The front line needs Rejuvenation Pills the day after tomorrow."
"You can make up for it."
Xiaoqing clenched her fingers tightly.
The fingernails dug into the table.
He didn't say anything.
The projection of the Bull Demon King spoke in a deep voice.
"military adviser."
"Old Niu doesn't want to argue."
"Empirical benefits".
"I want cash."
"Not the numbers in the ledger."
"Now."
"Starting this month."
"Each eukaryote produces one unit."
"I, the Bull Demon King, want 20%."
Chen Fan looked into his eyes.
"Brother Niu".
"You have three thousand demon soldiers under your command."
"Who made the armor?"
Who repaired the weapons?
"Who treated your injuries?"
"Who will provide compensation if someone dies?"
The fat on the Bull Demon King's projected face twitched.
"Huaguoshan Public Treasury—"
"Where does the money in the public treasury come from?"
Chen Fan interrupted him.
"Empirical benefits".
"70% goes into the public treasury."
"Thirty percent will be reserved for reserves."
"Your share of the profits."
"It was captured."
"Not output."
"You need to get the true core right now."
"OK."
"Starting next month."
"The spoils of the Conquest Division."
"It also goes to the public treasury."
"Weapons and armor."
"Buy it yourself."
"Wounded."
"Treat it yourself."
"Killed in action."
"You'll have to pay the compensation yourself."
The Bull Demon King's projected fist slammed onto the table.
A crack appeared in the desktop.
"Are you threatening me?!"
"It's not a threat."
Chen Fan said.
"It's about settling accounts."
The fist was not raised.
The projected finger.
Loosen them one by one.
Si Mo watched from outside.
Fingers beneath the grey robe.
They started banging on the handrail again.
The pace has slowed down.
Bai Jingjing's projection suddenly looked up.
"military adviser."
"You've said so much."
"It simply proves one thing."
"Huaguo Mountain is without you."
"It can't be turned on."
"But the Ninth Experimental Field will have to make a judgment."
This is it.
"An alliance you built all by yourself."
"Unstable".
The voice just fell.
Red light seeping from the crack.
It's brighter now.
Below the third rule.
There's an extra line of text.
Judgment bias: Unstable alliance.
Countdown: One stick of incense.
Chen Fan's shadow spoke.
It was that same overlapping sound again.
"She's right."
"You're not proving that the system is good."
"It's because you're so controlling."
"The Ninth Experimental Field".
"I'm not buying it."
Chen Fan looked at his own shadow.
"Then teach me."
"How do you prove it?"
The shadow did not speak.
At the edge of the round table.
All three projections raised their heads simultaneously.
Bull Demon King.
Bai Jingjing.
Xiaoqing.
His eyes changed.
It wasn't the confrontational kind we were just talking about.
It's something else.
Like waiting for something.
The Bull Demon King projection spoke first.
His voice was deep.
"military adviser."
"News just came from the rear."
"The days you were gone."
"Someone has entered Flower Fruit Mountain."
"It's not about rushing in."
"It's infiltration."
"The Secret Service couldn't find anything."
Bai Jingjing answered the call via projector.
"My people."
"Three loose threads were lost yesterday."
"Not death."
They are missing.
"Before the last disappearance."
"A message has been sent back."
"Someone is looking for the location of the eukaryote."
Xiaoqing lowered the volume of the projector even further.
"The medicinal herb storehouse of Danfang."
"It was disturbed the night before last."
"Three ingredients are missing."
"They're all for refining eukaryotic cores."
Chen Fan remained silent.
The Bull Demon King projection continues.
"besides."
"Over at the auxiliary furnace."
"Someone tried to turn it on last night."
"It failed."
"But the ban was broken."
"Technique".
"Not from Flower Fruit Mountain."
The sound projected by Bai Jingjing cooled down.
"military adviser."
"You're here to share the profits."
"The rear is already leaking."
"If the eukaryote is taken away by someone."
"The auxiliary furnace has been opened."
"Those ledgers you divided."
"It's all waste paper."
Chen Fan turned his head.
Look out the window.
Si Mo was still sitting in the main seat.
The gray-robed man remained motionless.
But the red light on the pillar.
It started flashing.
The countdown is still going on.
Huaguoshan.
late at night.
Outside the auxiliary furnace.
Three dark figures clung to the mountain wall.
The one at the very front.
The finger was placed on the restriction.
A drop of blood seeped from the fingertip.
Blood seeped into the forbidden area.
Furnace door.
Moved.
A crack.
Behind the shadowy figure.
The second person said in a low voice.
"The location of the eukaryote."
"Not found yet."
"Start the auxiliary furnace first."
"The old folks can't wait any longer."
The person at the very front didn't turn around.
Push your fingers forward.
In the crack of the furnace door.
A ray of light shone through.
The light shone on the face of the dark figure.
It's not a demon.
Not a deity.
It's a person.
On the forehead.
There is an old scar.