Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 627 Rules (Seeking Subscription)

Pei Yan heard this and turned his gaze to the tall, thin-faced man who was the leader of the Guiding Disciples this time. In this farce, which he could have stopped with just a word, he remained silent throughout, watching coldly, until Xila spoke. It was only then that the thin-faced man stepped forward and said coldly, "What this Demon Race friend says is correct. In our Daoist Plane, we also do not lack the magical artifact for recording images, nor do we prevent others from recording the cultural aspects of our realm. But this is built upon mutual communication between the races. The light orb of the Demon Race has been registered with the Immortal Palace for over ten thousand years, and we know its functionality and usage, hence will not obstruct. As for the purpose of this magical artifact in your hands, we can't know without prior notification, and using it privately without informing is a grave taboo."

"Oh! So it seems we are the ones at fault." Pei Yan listened and nodded with a light smile, bowing slightly in salute before asking, "Then regarding this matter, may I ask this Immortal Master how you intend to handle it?"

"We will first confiscate the magical artifact. After investigating, it will be returned, and by then you may record freely without obstruction." The man saw Pei Yan's respectful attitude and his expression slightly eased as he responded.

"I understand." Pei Yan finished speaking, and his smile faded as he said solemnly, "Did you hear the Taoist say? Without permission, equipment cannot be used for filming. So smash it!"

Snap! Snap! Snap! In the shocked gazes of the crowd, the entire investigation hall team did not hesitate to throw the phones they took out to the ground, smashing them into pieces, then stepping on them to crush them into fragments.

The thin-faced man watched as the entire team went from being jubilant to silent, sensing their underlying anger. Then he looked at Pei Yan, who had squeezed out a smile again and approached him, asking, "Immortal Master, are you satisfied with handling it this way? We will later send new equipment to your faction's review personnel. After review, it will be returned for filming."

The thin-faced man narrowed his eyes as he stared at Pei Yan and asked, "Who are you? What position do you hold in the investigation hall?"

"I am Pei Yan, just a small captain. May I ask for the Immortal Master's esteemed name?" Pei Yan continued to be respectful in attitude and modest in tone.

"Gong Xiu Jie!" Gong Xiu Jie was too lazy to say more than a word to Pei Yan, a stranger. Of the younger generation in the investigation hall this time, he only cared about two people: the one praised and regretted by the Six Mansions of the Immortal Palace for being born in the wrong plane, Ye Ruozai, and the notorious Shitang Longsi from the Hell Plane. As for other nameless juniors, they were all beneath his notice.

At this moment, Gong Xiu Jie still did not know how much disaster his sect's backward intelligence about the outside world would bring him.

After this storm, there was no one left to hinder them, and the team was able to advance once more. In the Demon Race's team, Bailang, who had achieved mid-upper levels through family resources, was curiously watching Pei Yan, who was smiling and casually strolling around the scenery. At this time, a colleague beside Bailang sneered quietly, "This Prince Silver Wing is all mighty within our race, but when he comes to a Daoist Plane, he acts subservient to such a minor figure. It's really disgraceful?"

"Disgraceful?" Bailang turned his head, looking at his colleague like an idiot, mocking him in high-level Demon language, "Do you know? I've witnessed similar scenes at least three times. This guy always places himself in a position of impeccable morality, then looks for opportunities to retaliate. Once he retaliates, those who insulted him earlier pay tenfold or hundredfold the price. Do you understand how much our two families have paid in private over these years despite our public glory? And do you know how the emerging two families of the Holy City's direct line were wiped out? You can't be unaware, can you? Now Dassler is being ordered around like a dog! Wait and see! This young leader and the forces behind him are going to face big trouble."

When the Demon Race member heard about the extinction of the two families, a chill swept across his neck, and he turned with a look of terror to the man with the smiling face, immediately falling silent and not daring to speak further.

During the conversation, the team continued to move through the city. After being checked for identity at the gate of a marketplace within the city, they filed in. Once inside, the number of pedestrians on either side of the street became sparse, the architecture more luxurious and opulent, and those passing by were either dressed in Daoist robes or in splendid clothes. Whether exuding the aura of fairy mountain style or impressive nobility, they clearly could not be compared to ordinary citizens outside the market.

Pei Yan showed great interest in the ancient pavilions and towers and admired the landscaped scenery beyond the walls, strolling and lingering along the way. Meanwhile, his companions seemed disinterested, simmering with hidden anger from the previous incident. However, Jiang Feiyang, who had grasped Pei Yan's temperament, was exceptionally cheerful like him, leisurely approached Pei Yan's side, and said with a smile, "Yan Zi, you still have the mood to appreciate ancient architecture? Look, Zhao Yuanhu and her group of sisters are about to explode."

"Appreciate? Why not appreciate? To see an extra one is to see one more, it would be such a pity if it gets destroyed later."

Listening to these words, Wang Wenze, who had receded to Pei Yan's side after comforting Liang Qian, smiled knowingly, "I knew it!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Amid the mischievous laughter of the three who understood each other tacitly, the team finally stopped in front of a spacious mansion. Pei Yan looked up at the plaque in front of the mansion. Unlike the Hell Plane and Spirit Monster Plane, which were relatively closed with blocked messages, the Daoist Plane and Magic Plane had considerable influence on the real world and closer communication. Therefore, dictionaries corresponding to both realms' texts were kept in the investigation hall. Before coming, Pei Yan purposely memorized them in his brain, and he saw that the plaque was written with three large, flamboyant characters: Yue Xian Pavilion.

The group walked through winding, secluded courtyards and past elegantly carved corridors, arriving shortly thereafter at the wide courtyard of Two Mansions. Under the guidance of Gong Xiu Jie, they stepped into the courtyard with the plaque of the Three Sages Residence.

Three Sages? Which three sages? Could they refer to the three planes? Then what does their team count as? Multiple questions flashed in Pei Yan's mind, yet his footsteps didn't stop, following the team into the courtyard. Once inside, he realized this courtyard is structured with multiple interconnected sections, subdivided into three relatively independent, elegant courtyards.

Gong Xiu Jie bowed and pushed open the door to one of the courtyards with a gesture of invitation, "Here is the rest place we have prepared for friends from the Hell Plane. This place is quite large with many accommodations; you may distribute yourselves at will."

As Gong Xiu Jie was making introductions, the leader Elder Lin was about to follow the Demon Race members to enter the courtyard but was stopped by Gong Xiu Jie, who extended his hand to block the way. Having kept silent on matters happening in the Daoist Plane, Elder Lin couldn't help but ask, "Is this agreeable?"

"I have said this is the accommodation for friends from the Hell Plane. Your residences are not here."

"Oh? Then where do we reside?" Gu Shenghui interjected and asked.