Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 600 - 32 Weiyue Yan

As they spoke, Su Ling looked towards Weiyue Yan, who had been calmly staring at her.

"Let everyone have a look."

Weiyue Yan’s long hair was knotted into a sharp bun at the back, affixed with a golden pen. She was tall and slender, with a white cheongsam patterned with a few red plum blossoms, exuding a rare and chill beauty.

At Su Ling’s words, Weiyue Yan nodded lightly. She stood up, removed the golden pen from her hair, letting her hair fall loose. It was then that people noticed the golden pen in her hand had a very strange design: the cap was shaped like a pale golden swallow, nailed to the cap with steel pegs, but it had the face of a young boy whose eyes had been gouged out, who was now painfully howling, his teeth and tongue finely detailed.

The people exchanged glances, many showing incomprehensible expressions, but even more became excited and strange.

"Where did you get that pen from?"

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly spoke up. His hair was completely pale, his eye sockets deeply sunken as if he were oil exhausted, lamp burned out, about to wither and die.

Weiyue Yan, unfazed, replied, "Eight Sufferings Life Realm. I have an entrance to Eight Sufferings Life Realm in my hand."

Su Ling promptly explained, "Weiyue Yan is one of the twenty-eight lunar mansions, specifically from the five northern mansions deemed unlucky, predicting disasters and pestilence, where all construction and harvest are doomed to fail. Matching her to the Eight Sufferings and allowing her to search in Leaf Sea, she had a greater probability of finding the entrance to the Eight Sufferings Life Realm than other Proxy Travelers."

"There are two or three other Proxy Travelers that I can think of off the top of my head who match the Eight Sufferings Life Realm better than Weiyue Yan. Besides, the Life Realm is in the deepest part of Leaf Sea; even Cao Yuanchao was stopped at the threshold. How could she have an entrance to the Eight Sufferings in her hands?"

Su Ling said, "Two months ago, the Big Ben project made a new breakthrough in the research on heavenly inheritance - ’The Myriad of Stars.’ Not only can Weiyue Yan make a breach in Eight Sufferings Life Realm, but she can also find other fruits sunk in Leaf Sea. It just takes time."

The atmosphere of the Yan Zhao Club, although not noisy, noticeably escalated.

"Can this research result be applied to other Proxy Travelers?"

"The technology is fully mature. The subject must be a stellar-class Proxy Traveler, but it takes time, about half a year. Additionally, there is a chance of failure with the project, and in the case of failure, the bubble will pop."

Zhao Jianzhong tapped his fingers on the table, "You’re experimenting on your own people?"

"I also often use myself for experiments. Besides, even taking cold medicine can kill people, old man. I just want to be thorough."

replied Su Ling.

Zhao Jianzhong remained silent, still tapping his thumb on the table.

Su Ling stood before him, silent.

No one spoke. After a long while, Su Ling finally sighed, "Currently, Weiyue Yan is the only one, and she’s completely voluntary."

Zhu Jiuyin suddenly said, "Only this once, never again." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Zhao Jianzhong gave Zhu Jiuyin a meaningful look, clearly expressing his thoughts without words.

"Alright."

Taking the hint, Su Ling continued, "To sum up, not only can Weiyue Yan help us find Sifan’s lair, she can also rebuild the lost network of fruits faster. In my opinion, at least until the next successful candidate of the Myriad of Stars project emerges, Weiyue Yan’s role in the Yan Zhao Club is unique. No one else can replace her. We can begin a show of hands to vote now, and of course, I vote in favor."

"Sigh."

Zhan Yuejin pushed his chair back and raised his hand.

Then came Zhu Jiuyin, Wuwei Sanzang, as well as other representatives of the celestial and divine, who after brief contemplation, surprisingly raised their hands one after another.

Hou Tu had just finished a mobile game. She glanced at Zhao Jianzhong, whose expression was inscrutable, neither happy nor sad. He slowly raised his right hand, and Hou Tu, following suit, also raised her hand.

Unanimous.

No one had expected that the first to enter the second seat of the Yan Zhao Club would not be Jingang Zhi, Nine Phoenixes, or Taishuai, the three most qualified Proxy Travelers of the Six Ministries, but Weiyue Yan.

"Congratulations."

Su Ling said to Weiyue Yan with a smile.

Weiyue Yan, not one to mince words, gave a deep bow to Su Ling.

After Su Ling sat down, Zhao Jianzhong looked towards Zhan Yuejin.

"Would you like to speak?"

"Sure." Zhan Yuejin stood up, cleared his throat, and was just about to speak when someone from the second seats raised a hand.

He was thin, with a bluish beard, a pair of sword-like eyebrows, and his facial features were soft, exuding a strong masculine charm.

"May I say a few words, Mr. Zhan? Let me introduce myself."

"Of course."

Zhan Yuejin agreed, as the man raising his hand was none other than Zhao Xuantan, his recommended candidate for the second seat reserves.

"I’m Zhao Xuantan, the Proxy Traveler for Zhao Gongming from the Investiture of the Gods. The late Lou Master Qin An’s enterprises in the mortal realm, including twelve companies such as Wan’an Engineering Consulting Co., Ltd., have always been managed by me. I think this is also why Mr. Zhan recommended me for the second seat."

Zhao Xuantan spread his arms: "I also only found out today that Zhan Yuejin had given his recommendation spot to me at an internal meeting. He has many excellent students, but he still chose to recommend me, an outsider, which shows Mr. Zhan is a person of public spirit."

Zhan Yuejin shook his head: "Most of my students are useless, and both your qualifications and abilities are worthy of my recommendation, having nothing to do with An. Four positions in the second seat are opening up, and many people told me that you deserve the second seat. I just followed everyone’s opinion."

"But I’m sorry, Mr. Zhan, I deem myself lacking in talent and virtue. Surely you do not think I have a chance of being admitted to the second seat. I’d rather jump off on my own than wait for others to push me."

"You’re withdrawing from the election?"

Zhan Yuejin furrowed his brows.

"Yes, and furthermore..."

He pointed his hand at Yang Zheng: "I recommend Yang Zheng for the second seat. It’s been an unwritten rule for a long time that only those from the Six Ministries can enter the second seat. Now that the Six Ministries can’t fill the spot, we should choose from the one hundred and twenty people of the third seat, and the only one I acknowledge is Yang Zheng. If anyone here wants to vote for me at the time, don’t be stingy, give your vote to Yang Zheng instead."

Bai Xiao elbowed Yang Zheng in the side and whispered: "Someone is praising you; you should at least thank them."

But Yang Zheng wore a nonchalant expression, showing no excitement or embarrassment.

Zhan Yuejin gave a bitter smile: "I understand, then I have nothing more to say."

Having said that, he sat down.

Zhao Jianzhong then looked towards Wuwei Sanzang.

"Sanzang, it’s your turn."

Wuwei Sanzang was an old monk dressed in gray cloth, with no distinguishing features. He shook his head: "This old monk has nothing to say. If my disciple makes it to the second seat, it is his cultivation; if not, it is also his cultivation. Please do as you see fit."

After he had spoken, the more than twenty people of the first seat were briefly silent, then many raised their hands, but Zhao Jianzhong, Su Ling, Hou Tu, and Zhu Jiuyin remained motionless, and those who intended to raise their hands gave up. Jingang Zhi obviously did not have the prestige needed to be exceptionally admitted to the second seat.

Jingang Zhi and Wuwei Sanzang seemed to be cut from the same cloth, simply closing their eyes and meditating without caring about their own number of votes.

"Old man, this time, no one is competing with you, so you speak."

Zhan Yuejin said with a smile.