He appeared polite and friendly now, like an ordinary citizen, but what if he lost control?

Even if he didn't, would he interfere with human society and international relations?

What if he had some political views?

Xuan Ji glanced at everyone's expressions and smiled, "I won't hide it from you all, I've been in the mortal world for over three thousand years. I wasn't born just last month."

Chief Huang cleared his throat, "But that day, something flew out of Biquan Mountain..."

"A bird," Xuan Ji interrupted him, "It was my true form."

"Chiyuan is probably an energy source. Due to the wars between the various races, we sealed off this energy source thousands of years ago. I was like...that 'seal'. Now that humans and other non-human races are mixed together and the seal has expired, I have returned to my role as an administrator."

To accommodate the nervous translator, Xuan Ji spoke slowly and roughly introduced the several villains who coveted Chiyuan and were subsequently killed off, and explained the story of the past three thousand years.

"Because my power to seal is insufficient, in recent decades, the previously dormant demons and monsters have come out to cause trouble. The original 'Mutual Aid Society' was actually a group of followers bewitched by a powerful demon who sought to seize control of the Chiyuan."

Xiao Zheng added, "Let me explain. The foundation tree of our bureau's original site grew on an earth vein and its roots wrapped around a stone statue, which has now become a part of the foundation tree. As you all know, there used to be a temple where the foundation tree stands.

"During the war, the father of the former director of the aftermath department, Gong Chenggong, was chased by bandits to the West Mountain and happened to hide in that temple. He bled a lot on the trunk of the tree, and the vines absorbed his bloodstains, indirectly helping him evade the bandits' pursuit. Thus, he became a believer of the foundation tree - the stone statue.

"When the Bureau was first established, it was also thanks to his efforts that the West Mountain site was chosen. Gong Chenggong was influenced by his father and had been worshipping the foundation tree since he was a child. The goddess statues have always been transmitting orders to them through the earth veins. Through autopsy, we found that the former director, Gong Chenggong...

"Director Gong Chenggong had died completely ten years ago when the ancient tomb in Biquan Mountain was unearthed. In the end, he became nothing more than a walking corpse possessed by an evil spirit."

A translator conveyed a question: "Nanming God..."

Xuan Ji replied, "Oh, I couldn't possibly be worthy of that title, 'administrator' will do."

"Alright then, as for the earlier administrators of Nanming...after the entire clan disappeared, the management authority fell upon a corpse without autonomous consciousness. It was once worshipped in a shrine and possessed the power of worship, and could be given life through a 'sacrifice'..."

"It's a very tragic existence," Xuan Ji said. "Dependent on the statue for its entire life, without any autonomy or sense of belonging, often ending after completing its mission. That's why she wanted to use special sacrifices and materials."

The Emperor of Humanity - the living Chiyuan.

The Chiyuan and the Vermilion Bird were mutually dependent.

Even if there was only one heavenly spirit left of the Vermilion Bird clan, the Chiyuan would not acknowledge anyone else.

By using the "living Chiyuan" as fuel for the sacrifice and injecting the power of offering into the lifeless Vermilion Bird bones, she could break free from the statue and be reborn through the Vermilion Bird bones.

But... while lifeless remains were easy to deceive, how could the heavenly rules recognize a false god?

Xuan Ji remained silent for a few seconds, not explaining in detail and deliberately hiding the role played by Sheng Lingyuan, misleading people to believe that the lifeless Vermilion Bird remains were the so-called "special material."

Perhaps these clever people would soon realize that Sheng Lingyuan was an important part of it, otherwise there would be no need to risk his interference by using a Yin Sacrifice to summon him...

Let them guess, they would never get confirmation anyway. This was his only remaining selfishness, not wanting anyone to cast suspicious or judgmental eyes on that person anymore.

"She was too greedy," Xuan Ji shrugged and said briefly, "The reason why the incarnation of the Vermilion Bird statue 'died' was not only because the statue was destroyed, but also because the Vermilion Bird clan was extinct and the statue lost its roots.

"As a result, she took advantage of it, but still refused to live a peaceful life. She couldn't accept it and insisted on refining a new Vermilion Bird. Of course, stealing the offering eventually backfired on her. At that time, I was trapped by her and my body was destroyed by her commotion. I had nowhere to go, so I took advantage of the situation."

He paused and laughed again, "On the other hand, I was born at the wrong time and had inherent defects. I wasn't supposed to have this opportunity."

He was a "deformed child" who was banished to become a spirit before he was even born.

His blood and bones came from the heart of the Lingyuan and the tombs of his own kind.

He had to make do with a pair of wings that couldn't even fly fast.

Xuan Ji always felt like he was just a small sword spirit and never dared to tell anyone about his connection to the divine Vermilion Bird.

As a lowly spirit, how could he ever become a living being again?

At first, he didn't understand why the princess was so wary of him and insisted on going after him first.

After all, the remains were just "remains" and didn't feel real even when he looked at them up close.

Xuan Ji felt he didn't have the competitive edge. It wasn't until he returned to the true body of the Vermilion Bird and felt the familiar throbbing of Chiyuan, which was connected to his bloodline, that he suddenly realized - he had guarded Chiyuan for three thousand years and, even without the body of the Vermilion Bird, he had unknowingly fulfilled the duty of the Vermilion Bird clan.

Through countless bone-sealing seals, he had unknowingly formed a special connection with Chiyuan.

After being tormented by Chiyuan for three thousand years, when the new divine bird was born, the law also chose him.

"My ancestors were all born as Vermilion Birds, so I became a contracted worker with five insurances and one fund by guarding Chiyuan. Only after guarding Chiyuan was I qualified to become a Vermilion Bird. What is this? The story of the most miserable temporary worker becoming a permanent employee in history?"

He thought bitterly, feeling sorry for his own wretched life. But then he had a second thought - although he had worked for three thousand years without pay, the final lump sum payment gave him the biggest reward...

Well, it's not a bad deal after all.

However, that "reward" was just too good at sleeping in.

Chief Huang coughed and called back Xuan Ji, who was lost in thought in front of everyone.

As a representative of the Bureau, he asked the question that everyone was concerned about: "After you return to your true form, will the magma in Chiyuan continue to burn? What impact will it have on our daily lives?"

"Hey, Chief Huang, don't be so polite when talking to me suddenly. I might misunderstand and think you don't want to pay me my salary anymore, just like before."

Xuan Ji waved his hand and continued, "Chiyuan has been forcibly sealed for three thousand years. Instead of blocking it, it's better to let it flow. But now that I'm back in my position, I will control the balance and try my best not to let the flames of Chiyuan affect the forest resources of the scenic area. The birth rate of special talents should maintain a relatively stable number in the future, without sudden outbreaks or disappearances for many years. As for other impacts..."

Xiao Zheng interjected, "Well, Chief Huang, here's what happened. We were the closest team to Chiyuan at the time. After all the field agents were recalled, we went back to the bureau for a unified physical examination. Some of our comrades did show a slight increase in their special abilities, but it wasn't significant...probably just due to differences in sleep quality. It's not like those cultists who follow the demon king's Shadow person imagine."

"That's for sure," Xuan Ji laughed. "What are you thinking? Three thousand years ago, all the demon and non-human races combined didn't have half the population of Yong'an now. There are too many people with ancient non-human bloodlines now. Everyone here probably carries a few genes, but they just haven't manifested or have cancelled each other out. The energy changes in Chiyuan spread throughout the world, like pouring a bucket of water into a lake. Didn't I say it before? This world has its own digestive ability."

Someone asked through translation, "So will you stay in human society in the future? If you do, what position do you plan to take?"

Xuan Ji turned to the translator, who was startled by the playful glint in his eyes and quickly moved closer to her own boss, indicating that she was just a messenger and the issue was not her concern.

The question was loaded with meaning - which country, which faction, which region do you belong to?

How much power do you want?