At Chiyuan, Luo Cuicui suddenly split in two without warning.

'Jiu Xun' was caught off guard and chased after half of Luo Cuicui that flew away.

But that half seemed to have a repelling magnetic pole, the more 'Jiu Xun' chased, the faster the half of Luo Cuicui flew, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the sky.

After preparing the cake for so long and before even wiping his hands, it was inexplicably cut in half.

'Jiu Xun' was furious and demanded, "Who did this?"

Gong Chenggong looked at the back of the figure resembling a demon king with a blank expression and a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Before the other person turned around, he flipped changed to a stunned book-like expression and changed to a confused face, "I don't know, maybe someone found the Vermilion Bird's bones..."

'Jiu Xun' interrupted him angrily, "He has already sacrificed himself to the Heaven and Earth Cauldron. Didn't he already obtain the Vermilion Bird's power from the bones? What use is that rotten bone that has been decayed for thousands of years?"

"Well...the laws of the heavens are not something us mortals who are born and die can comprehend," Gong Chenggong stood under a blooming mountain peach tree and said calmly, "Since there is Chiyuan, why do we need the Vermilion Bird? Since the last Heavenly Spirit of the Vermilion Bird clan has become a Sword Spirit, why is its true body growing and not dying?

"Your Majesty, I don't know the answers to these questions. How can you be sure that he has obtained the Vermilion Bird's power completely? Perhaps Brother Luo, being a mixed-blood, is not worthy of inheriting Chiyuan? After all, besides the naturally born Vermilion Bird clan, Chiyuan only submitted to Your Majesty three thousand years ago and has never been touched by even the Emperor of Humanity."

As he spoke, it was as if he completely believed that this self-proclaimed Jiu Xun was the reincarnation of the demon king.

Even Jiu Xun himself was taken aback.

Gong Chenggong lowered his gaze and looked at Luo Cuicui with pity.

"How many people in this world are worthy of their own ambitions?"

"You make a good point." Jiu Xun fell silent for a moment, then landed on the ground and walked step by step towards Luo Cuicui.

"The Vermilion Bird remains in the Biquan Mountain have ancient prohibitions. Except for someone with my bloodline who can suppress the twisted bones, no one else can enter. But with Sheng Xiao's physique..."

"With his physique," Gong Chenggong chuckled, "even if he goes down there, who knows what will happen when he reaches the Vermilion Bird remains? If we can use this opportunity to get rid of him, wouldn't that be perfect?"

"Indeed, it's just a matter of timing." 'Jiu Xun' pondered, placing his hand on the remaining shoulder of Luo Cuicui.

Luo Cuicui was split in half, yet still conscious. He looked at his recognized demon king with eyes full of longing, hoping that this powerful master could save him.

The Chiyuan Bone Seal had not been broken yet, and he still had a great use...

His king smiled at him and said, "Don't worry."

Luo Cuicui struggled to lift the corner of his mouth and mouthed, "Your Majesty, save me..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, Luo Cuicui was surrounded by a burst of blood energy.

At first, he was stunned and didn't know what kind of magic this was. Then, he let out a silent scream as the blood energy seeped into his pores, drilling in and out of the remaining seven orifices, corroding the leaves and skin on his body until he was covered in wounds.

He howled in agony, but still did not die. The horrifying torture lasted for nearly an hour until he turned into a thick pool of red liquid, which his master swallowed in one gulp.

The dark night sky was tinged with red as Gong Chenggong silently retreated.

He saw the true leader of the True Nature Sect, who called himself the "Demon King," take a long breath and close his eyes.

He felt himself floating higher and higher, filled with strength in every limb. The mountains and sky were distinct, yet seemed to change before his eyes.

In a trance, he had a hallucination that he had gone back three thousand years - slaying gods, swallowing the divine Vermilion Bird, gaining unparalleled power, and achieving an unprecedented feat of ruling the world.

All living creatures trembled beneath his feet, and no one dared to say to his face, "This is the child born of Your Majesty's drunkenness and debauchery with the Jiao woman."

The stars fell, leaving only the Morning Star. The flowers, plants, and trees that were out of season withered away in the long night, their tired roots emitting a bloody glow.

Suddenly, the loud buzzing of a helicopter filled the air, approaching them from all directions.

As Luo Cuicui split in two, the Echo Sounds from his body continued to play, but Gong Chenggong didn't even bother to shut it down!

'Jiu Xun' was disturbed, falling out of his mysterious state, and gave Gong Chenggong a fierce glare for his incompetence, but didn't care about these mortals.

"Since they've come to die..."     He didn't finish his sentence, and his face, which still had a lingering look of ecstasy, suddenly froze. 'Jiu Xun' felt a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen, causing him to bend over.

At this moment, a breaking news interrupted the deafening noise like a thunderbolt, instantly suppressing all the surrounding sounds.

The Bureau announced that due to damage to their headquarters, they have decided to hand over important materials such as mithril to relevant departments for safekeeping, and publicly disclose the history of the invention, production, and use of mithril to the public.

This was the first time this mysterious organization, hidden underground for decades, had appeared.

The scene shifted, and the face of Chief Huang appeared on the screen, accompanied by Dr. Wang.

"Since the day I chose to join the Bureau, I thought I would never have the chance to appear on TV again," Chief Huang said to the camera with a relaxed demeanor. "Because we all know that no matter how well we do our job, our names will never appear on the list of commendations. If there is an accident at work and someone dies, we cannot claim it as a sacrifice because we cannot reveal the reason. On our first day here, we had to sign a confidentiality agreement to protect not only those without special abilities, but also the 'accidents' that happen within our bureau's cracks."

The large LED screens in the square, the car radios, mainstream and non-mainstream media, all broadcasted at once, as this was Chief Huang's condition for handing over the mithril.

Those faces that had never seen the light of day were now being scrutinized by so many people.

The host asked, "Are both of you special ability users?"

Dr. Wang replied slowly, "The chief is not, but I am... I guess you could say I have a water-based ability? It's embarrassing, really. My special ability is only useful for living a long life, but it's far inferior to those household water purifiers nowadays."

The host chuckled along, "That's not what I imagined at all."

"Where would there be all these extraordinary people who can fly and disappear? When we go on business trips, we just take planes and trains. Because our office is mostly located in the suburbs, the company even provides shuttle buses for employees every day. To be honest, except for a few outstanding field personnel, most of the so-called "special ability users" are just like me - not even as good as small household appliances. Even one-third of these "special talents" only meet the definition of having an unusual energy level, but they don't have anything different from ordinary people. Because they live on the edge for a long time, they are even more timid than ordinary people."

Ping Qianru sneezed and muttered to herself in a low voice, trying to reassure herself: "I'm not nervous, I'm not timid."

She was exactly such a person with an unusual energy level but without any special abilities, inexplicably discovered through screening for those with abilities and ended up with this job.

Her biggest pursuit in life was to be a good assistant, live a peaceful life, and retire comfortably. She was meticulous, quiet, and loyal, and even in the most dangerous situations, she had the courage to cry and never abandon her comrades.

But she had never had any ideas of her own.

What was she even worth? How could she have any ideas?