Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 623: The Subtle and Inexplicable Fate (Request for Subscription)

Looking at the two mountains in front of him that had been blasted away, feeling the warmth at the gap still lingering as the mountain wind blew over his head, the once scornful and provocative gazes in the crowd gradually disappeared, turning into intense admiration and unwillingness.

"Pfft! Bah," Gu Shenghui, standing on the podium, spat out the dirt that had blown into his mouth, and whispered to Mei Simiao beside him while staring at Pei Yan, who was sitting at the front of the podium, "Didn't he say he wouldn't show off? He's practically flying to the heavens now."

"Isn't this the effect you wanted?" Mei Simiao said with a half-smile.

Now Pei Yan, sitting at the front, had completely let loose, slapping his knee and shouting loudly at the team members standing in front of him again, "Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes! Who is stronger, you or Ye Ruozai, the strongest among the younger generation of the previous era?" A young boy stood on tiptoe, eyes filled with excitement, and shouted.

"Yeah, who is stronger?" This topic immediately ignited the atmosphere of the whole place, and everyone heckled and asked together.

"Ah! That question, huh?" Pei Yan removed his face mask, scratched his head and glanced at the crowd below, then smiled at Ye Ruozai, who nodded at him.

Pei Yan then slapped his thigh and confidently said, "I've never crossed hands with him, so it's hard to say who's stronger, but I humbly think I might be a bit stronger; otherwise, I'd not be the one sitting here talking today, right?"

After Pei Yan said this, everyone present turned to look at where Ye Ruozai was; seeing this, Ye Ruozai shrugged and said, "I agree, but I am still a bit unconvinced. When the time and conditions are right, we can have a match to give everyone a satisfactory answer."

Pei Yan gave him a thumbs up and said, "I'll wait for you!"

"Alright!"

Their agreement immediately triggered another round of cheers from the crowd. After the sound wave passed, someone shouted, "Who do you think is stronger, us or the other Plane Cultivators?"

Hearing this question, Pei Yan was taken aback for a moment. After a moment's reflection, he stood up and replied, "I think we are stronger!"

"Really? But I heard that we are the weakest among the planes," a female team member asked, lacking confidence.

"That's right, but precisely because of this, we can see ourselves and our enemies more clearly!" Pei Yan said as he paced back and forth on the stage, pondering his words for a moment before continuing, "Indeed, if we talk about lifespan, cultivation time, number of cultivators, or foundation, we are not as deep-rooted as several other planes, but from my trip to the Hell Plane, I found that we have our own advantages! We have broader insights, more diverse abilities, and our growth speed is faster than theirs. More importantly, we are younger and more humble!"

"When I say young, I don't mean our age, but our world! Their world is too old, too decayed, and rigid, looking down on everything. But our youth fills us with awe and curiosity about our power and the power of the four planes, and we are eager to become stronger. We will inevitably become stronger, and then we'll show them that our humility is not cowardice, and they will pay for their arrogance."

"Hooray!" Pei Yan's words ignited a fervent atmosphere once again, causing everyone present to roar with abandon, regardless of their previous views on him.

After the cheers subsided, Pei Yan then answered several more questions from the crowd. Though his responses were not perfect, they were poised and appropriately delivered. Finally, under the hosting of Gu Shenghui and the supervision of Liu Xuan, it was announced that Pei Yan needed to rest for a task tomorrow, allowing him to finish this extraordinary speech session.

Watching Pei Yan come down from the stage, his forehead covered in cold sweat, Gu Shenghui stepped forward, handed him a pack of tissues, and teased, "You really can talk, can't you? I hadn't noticed this talent of yours before. Well done! Come back and take my position after the battle is over."

"Oh, don't! Don't jinx me. In most movies, those who talk about going home after the war get killed." Pei Yan took the tissues, wiped his sweat disdainfully, and said, "Besides, who would want your position, anyway? A salary raise is the right way to go. I don't want to sit in your seat and have to scheme against people every day."

"So you see me as someone who schemes all day, huh?" Gu Shenghui said, putting an arm around Pei Yan's shoulder and expressing his dissatisfaction, "Then I'll scheme against you today. Do you remember what I told you before I came here? To meet a group of people who want to see you, and someone you might want to meet."

"Oh! Right! I've seen the people who want to see me. What about the latter?" Pei Yan casually tossed the wet tissue into the trash bin and turned to ask.

Gu Shenghui patted his shoulder and pointed to a middle-aged man brought over from the crowd by Mei Simiao, saying, "Look, it's him!"

Following Gu Shenghui's finger and looking at the middle-aged man walking up to him—a man of equal height, with a plain, honest face, about forty years old, with well-defined, dark, muscular build—resembling a black iron tower standing before him, Pei Yan turned to Gu Shenghui in puzzlement, as he didn't recognize this person at all.

"Introduce yourself," Gu Shenghui said, not rushing to reveal the mystery but instead looking at the man with a smile.

"My name is Shang Yong!"

"Oh, hello." Pei Yan nodded in greeting, still unclear about the man's intentions, when he heard Gu Shenghui beside him continue, "Tell us about your abilities."

"Oh! I am a rare Heavenly Warrior among the outstanding ghosts and ancestors, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!" the middle-aged man named Shang Yong proudly straightened his chest.

"What did you say? Is he telling the truth?" Upon hearing this, Pei Yan's eyes sparkled, and he scrutinized Shang Yong, then turned to Gu Shenghui in amazement.

Finally seeing Pei Yan's astonished expression, Gu Shenghui was satisfied and said, "He's telling the truth. After you left for the Hell Plane, he was chosen through our survey. At that time, his abilities had not yet awakened; they were awakened through training."

"Which Shang is your name? What did you do before? How do you feel here?" Pei Yan asked excitedly, patting the man's shoulder.

"The 'Shang' in noble. I used to drive long-distance, then I was recruited to the bureau here. The treatment is good here. I've been on a monthly salary for five years, while only two months have passed outside. I've saved quite a bit of money, so I don't have to worry about my two kids' tuition fees."

"Isn't it amazing how life works out, just so coincidental," Gu Shenghui commented with emotion.

"It's indeed amazing, such a coincidence!" Pei Yan stepped back two steps and stared at Shang Yong, expressing the same sentiment—a twist of fate. He hadn't expected to see in another person, so soon, the abilities of one of his mentors, Shangxing, reappear. Remembering the care and guidance his captain had given him before, Pei Yan stepped forward with a smile and concern, asking, "What level have you awakened to now?"