The next day, before dawn, Chief Huang personally arrived with the support team.

With Thunder as their escort, the medical team, ancient artifacts restoration department, hazardous material management center, Research Institute, and archives department were all present... The wild cemetery outside Qingping Town was crowded with people.

The nearby residents were confused and, from afar, thought that they were there to forcefully demolish ancestral graves.

The local middle-aged and elderly square dance team quickly organized themselves, pulling out the large hemp ropes used for hanging, donning mourning clothes, and preparing to fight against the evil forces.

Xuan Ji was exhausted from being tormented by the heavenly demon's miasma and hadn't slept all night.

As the person in charge of the aftermath department, he had to grit her teeth and be puhed to the "front line" to face the mournful group, feeling like she wanted to join in and howl with them.

"We haven't even decided on the direction for our emergency public relations!" Luo Cuicui was so anxious that he sprouted, "We were supposed to discuss and finalize it this morning, why did they wake up so early..."

"Don't discuss it," Ping Qianru ran back out of breath, bringing a frontline report, "Our director just verbally confirmed it."

Luo Cuicui hurriedly asked, "What did he confirm?"

"He said there's a secret munitions factory left behind by the enemy during the war in this area, with poison gas, explosives, and biochemical weapons inside. It was uncovered by the earthquake yesterday... Brother Luo, don't get too excited! It's winter now!"

As Ping Qianru was speaking, the branches and leaves of the plants around Luo Cuicui began to shoot out like a fountain, quickly forming a human-shaped green landscape.

Amidst the lush spring scenery, he clutched his chest and trembled, saying, "Is he just a writer of fake news? Did he write the 2012 doomsday theory with this pen of his? What kind of nonsense caused an earthquake! Where am I supposed to find a 'yesterday's earthquake' for him..."

"I'll take care of it," a voice came from behind.

Luo Cuicui jumped at the sound, a green vine falling onto her nose.

She quickly pushed it away and smiled politely at the person behind her, doing a complete 180 in her attitude.

"Um, what do you suggest...how can we work together?"

"Can I borrow your 'Echo Sound Radio' one more time?" Sheng Lingyuan adjusted his sleeves and glanced at Luo Cuicui.

The people from the aftermath department had not delved deep into the Heart Demon Miasma and didn't know that he wasn't a "Sword Spirit."

Even the sensitive young man seemed confused, but the plant-type one seemed to have sensed something.

Sheng Lingyuan smiled at him, "People have just recovered from the Heart Demon Miasma, their minds are not completely clear yet, a little breeze will do."

"Exactly! I thought the term 'earthquake' was reliable from the beginning. It's reasonable to say that the roads and houses were damaged. With earthquakes, as long as it's not near the epicenter, it's normal for some people not to feel it, so it's not easy to arouse suspicion. Our leader's level is extraordinary!"

Luo Cuicui was enthusiastic, clapping and nodding repeatedly, bending and stretching like he was performing a mime version of "Encountering a Kindred Spirit in the High Mountains and Flowing Water."

"I'll go arrange the work now."

After saying so, he ran off like a workaholic, passing by Chief Huang and taking the opportunity to say loudly, "Our leader is so open-minded, allowing us to take advantage of the situation in emergency situations. You truly are a magical writer!"

Ping Qianru: "..."

She felt that she might have been influenced by the Echo Radio, as her memory suddenly became fuzzy.

She couldn't tell whether she had nervously violated the rules or had managed to turn the tide through special approval.

The next day, Chief Huang received a briefing from Wind God and was accompanied by Xiao Zheng and Gu Yuexi, who still had pale faces. Wang Ze didn't show up, and Old Wang had made up nonsense in front of "Sheng Xiao" yesterday. Even though he had thick skin, he was embarrassed and had disappeared.

Chief Huang felt overwhelmed when he saw "Sheng Xiao" from afar.

Although he didn't understand the background of this mysterious and powerful figure, Chief Huang vaguely thought that the small world couldn't accommodate such a big Buddha.

Although this important figure seemed to share their interests now, would there be any risks in the future?

How big would the risks be?

Should they report this or not?

What level of confidentiality should they assign?

Should they inform the international community of special talents?

And if he really is an 'Emperor', what kind of treatment should the bureau give him? What if he demands a restoration of the monarchy?

Chief Huang had always been skilled at handling big situations, but he had never dealt with a "living historical legacy" before.

He had been working on his draft for a long time, carefully considering every step, until he finally stood in front of Sheng Lingyuan with an incomplete draft.

He didn't even know how to greet him.

Kneeling and kowtowing was a feudal practice, and as a government official, it was definitely not appropriate.

So, should he shake hands? Nod his head? Bow with clasped hands... Wait, which hand should be on top for the bow?

Moreover, they were now aware of his identity, so any disrespect could be interpreted as disrespecting the emperor.

As soon as the ancient term "deceiving the emperor" was mentioned, Chief Huang felt a twinge of pain and his steps became heavier.

But Sheng Lingyuan just laughed and, seeing him from afar, spoke first: "I carved the seal of the Vermilion Bird Bones of Chiyuan. I came uninvited, but it's all for... after-sales service."

Chief Huang: "..."

What kind of talk is this?

Poor Chief Huang, who is close to retirement age, had his three views almost shattered.

The emperor politely inquired, "What's wrong? I heard it said on TV, is the wording inappropriate?"

"Uh, no, not really."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do," said Sheng Lingyuan calmly. "You can call me whatever you like, it's all up to you. It's fine to call me by my old name - back then, the Mountain king Wei Yu was flattering me by calling me 'Your Majesty' to my face, but behind my back, he was using foul language. We don't need to be so particular about these things."

Chief Huang: "..."

The Mountain king's flattery was short-lived. He was eventually sliced into thin pieces like noodles and sunk into the sea for three thousand years.

At that moment, Luo Cuicui called out excitedly and brought over an Echo Sound radio.

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at Xuan Ji, who had already fully integrated into the crowd, and whispered to Chief Huang, "I am not of this world and cannot stay for too long. Besides Chiyuan, I will not interfere in any worldly affairs. You can treat me as an antique... except I'm not suitable for display. Other than that, I'm pretty much the same as any other object. Everyone can benefit from this arrangement, is that okay?"

ChiefHuang was taken aback.

Before he could even speak, the other person had already addressed all of his concerns.

Mr. Sheng looked young enough to be Chief Huang's son, but his ability to communicate made Chief Huang feel like he was being led by the nose.

Meanwhile, Xuan spent fifteen minutes telling a captivating story that was both detailed and shocking. As if on cue, a group of frontline workers in hazmat suits marched by, adding to the spectacle and convincing even the most skeptical members of the crowd.

And just like that, Xuan went from being labeled a "capitalist lackey" to a dedicated public servant who fearlessly faced danger on the front lines.

When Yang Chao went to return the Echo Sound device to him, he found that he was sitting cross-legged on a large rock, holding a handful of hazelnuts given by someone unknown, and chatting enthusiastically with a group of elderly people about the heroic stories of this land.

Sheng Lingyuan held a well-worn xun, hidden in the woods, watching the lively Xuan Ji from afar, and casually played a tune.

The Echo Sound device immediately emitted waves that were imperceptible to human ears, spreading the information in the xun's sound. Wherever the sound reached, the will of mortals would be suppressed by the musician, naturally accepting the impression of an "earthquake" and automatically seeking explanations for the strange phenomena of the previous day.

With his divine consciousness that had been beaten by the Nirvana technique for over three thousand years, Xuan Ji carried a portable radio as a personal music player without any effect on him, so he didn't wear a shield.

Hearing the sound of the xun, he suddenly paused, sensing keenly that the sound not only contained seismic information but also concealed a subtle hint of fear and anxiety.

The crowd, who had been chattering away, fell eerily silent at once. The old man who was telling the story lost his focus for a moment before regaining it.

Just then, the elite team of Thunder and the 'Hazrd Management Center' worked together to remove the corpse of Xian Die from the door. As soon as it was lifted to the ground, the curse remaining on the Xian Die's body frightened the crows in the woods, causing them to fly away with a putrid gust of wind.

Fear visibly spread across people's faces, and they instinctively scattered.

The leader cleared his throat and asked Xuan Ji, "Will the things inside leak? What are they called? Poison gas... radiation or something?"

Xuan Ji hid the hazelnut shell under his tongue and replied solemnly, "It's hard to say. It depends on the extent of damage caused by the earthquake. I can't guarantee anything."

"What if it leaks?"

"We will organize the masses to evacuate as soon as possible. We also hope that everyone can cooperate with us and remind their neighbors to avoid this area. Keep an eye on the local official news at all times," Xuan Ji said.

"If there are any changes, we will notify everyone immediately. In any case, for safety reasons, it's best not to come here during this period, especially for the elderly and children who are not in good health."

The sound of the xun rose to a sharp high pitch, as if it was annoyed by the presence of too many people around him.

Whether it was just Xuan Ji's imagination or not, the sound swept through and the crowd once again retreated. Before he could finish playing a few notes, the protesting crowd had dispersed in no time, discussing their plans to go home and stock up on salt.

As soon as the people dispersed, the sound of the xun became calm again, as if the few fancy notes that had just scared people away were just an illusion.

Xuan Ji suddenly found himself in a quiet space, with no place to focus his attention.

Like iron filings drawn to a magnet, his thoughts were irresistibly drawn back to Sheng Lingyuan.

He stood outside the blockade and lit a cigarette, unable to suppress the chaotic thoughts that arose in his mind...

Did Lingyuan deliberately disperse the crowd because he hated for Xuan Ji to be surrounded by too many people?

With just a fleeting thought, his palms began to sweat.

Xuan Ji quickly shoved the half-burnt cigarette into his mouth, using a slight lack of oxygen to forcefully cut off his thoughts.

He forced himself to adjust his mindset, thinking, 'What am I thinking? He must be dissatisfied with how I'm handling things.'

Although he tried to guard against his own romantic tendencies, Xuan Ji couldn't help but repeatedly listen to the sound of the xun, hoping to hear some meaning in the music, whether it be joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. In the end, he was almost brainwashed by the Echo Sound radio and believed that there was an earthquake.

All he could hear was Sheng Lingyuan playing not a tune, but a piece of boring and sleepy rural music.

The 'Jiaoshe' music is for a grand ceremony to worship the heaven and earth. The clay xun being played was poorly crafted and out of tune. Even if a legendary ancestor of music came, he wouldn't be able to create a grand scene with this instrument.

The elegant music played by Sheng Lingyuan sounded like a funeral dirge. If one were to analyze it, they would probably conclude that the xun player was disrespectful to heaven and earth, mocking the gods, and was a stubborn and hard-hearted demon with poor quality.

After a while, Xuan Ji regained his senses, the smoke had dissipated, and the sound of the xun had stopped. He let out a bitter laugh and turned to walk towards the tomb.

His heart demon had already caused his memory to become confused, but with a little hint, it wasn't difficult to manipulate him.

When news of the leaked toxic gas laboratory spread, people had already taken the initiative to block the roads and put up signs, without waiting for the authorities to intervene.

Sheng Lingyuan played a short tune on his xun and then put it away, waiting for Xuan Ji. When he caught a whiff of the pungent smoke emanating from Xuan Ji, he paused for a moment before kindly advising him, "It's toxic, smoke less."

Xuan Ji immediately took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes from his pocket and casually handed it to Luo Cuicui, who had come over to join them.

Luo Cuicui had originally wanted to follow his boss and seize the opportunity to show off, but before he could say anything, he was handed a box of cigarettes.

What was the point of giving a flammable plant a box of cigarettes? Anyone who wasn't a clueless intern would understand that it was a hint for his to back off.

Poor Luo Cuicui was hurt by the rejection, holding the box of "Little Shoes" brand cigarettes, he slunk off to the side, feeling dejected and alone.

Xuan Ji's mind was slow to catch up, only realizing several meters later what a foolish thing he had just done. When he turned around to look for Luo Cuicui, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Come with me and take a look," Sheng Lingyuan said without even turning his head, his tone filled with excitement. "Let's see what kind of treasures this clam that has been living on my Qingping Division has accumulated over the years."

Xuan Ji followed silently, his heart that had been jumping around due to concern now cooled down once again. His body was forged in the Chiyuan fires, so no matter the poison, he could drink it like a health tonic.

The Emperor's 'concern' was purely unnecessary and closer to small talk.

During the time when the Nirvana Stone was shattered, he was smoking heavily due to his confused mind. Even his colleagues noticed it.

The Emperor had never been one for small talk, so why did he suddenly need to use "social niceties"?

Xuan Ji could only sense that Lingyuan was being more cautious and distant towards him...even to the point of tidying up his own domineering and stubborn side, picking up the crown that had been thrown aside and standing before him as the Emperor.

The Hazard Management Center of the Bureau and the ancient artifacts restoration department still had a few skilled workers.

Dr. Wang, wearing dragonfly-like reading glasses, trembled as he commanded the team. With various protective gear and detection tools, they were methodically clearing the traps at the entrance.

A plant-type field agent in a hazmat suit carefully tore off the seal on the door with a branch.

"Infrared detection shows no abnormalities." "The energy fluctuations are acceptable."

"The air purification equipment is ready--"

Perspective-eyed Gu Yuexi's pupils returned to normal, and she gave a thumbs up to Dr. Wang, with Chief Huang nearby nodding in agreement.

"Countdown initiated...five, four, three, two, one...hiss!"

The warehouse doors slowly opened, and everyone except for Gu Yuexi, who had already seen what was inside, took a deep breath.

"This...If only we knew it earlier, what would we still be working for, wouldn't it have been better to join Old Lady Yu's team?" Zhang Zhao's words were cut off by a tap on the back of his head from his boss, Wang Ze.

The warehouse was spacious beyond imagination, with walls stacked with gold bars and bricks that glinted blindingly in the flashlight's beam. Beside them were over a hundred large wooden boxes, each standing at about half a person's height.

After years of wear and tear, many of the wooden pieces were in poor condition, with various precious beads, corals, red and green jade spilling out of the damaged areas.

They were piled together like cheap imitation jewelry, selling for five yuan per kilogram. The cat-eye sized gemstones were rolling everywhere.

"No wonder," Wang Ze said with a sense of adventure as he entered, "Master Yue De is so poor that he's almost resorting to becoming an immortal himself. He's made a name for himself with his reputation, but other scattered organizations let their members do whatever they want, taking responsibility for their own gains and losses. There's no cohesion. But in his family, he has countless disciples and grandchildren, and all sorts of precious props under his command. I've never seen him short of funds - the idle clouds and wild cranes need a good financial backing."

"Old Lady Yu has accounts in several major banks both domestically and internationally, and she also holds two trusts. I thought this was all public information," Xiao Zheng chuckled sourly. "Money is truly a great thing... What is this?"

Behind the jumble of gold, silver, and jewels was a small altar, with a pitch-black stone placed in the center, reminiscent of the Code of Hammurabi.

All field agents automatically stopped ten paces away, no one dared to approach the unremarkable stone.

Xiao Zheng steadied himself and took a tentative step forward.

Immediately, he felt his hair stand on end and his abnormal energy detector screamed, warning him of unknown radiation.

"This is the 'Forbidden Stone'!" Dr. Wang exclaimed as he was supported by several researchers.

He wished he could shoot his eyes out to get a better look.

"According to ancient texts, this stone was born and grown naturally, and there is only one piece of it in the world. Living beings must stay ten steps away from it. There is also a legend that says this object was peeled off from the underworld stone, and all laws engraved on it are as powerful as heavenly decrees. Anyone who violates them will be punished by the heavens... I can't believe it actually exists, I can't believe it..."

Xiao Zheng asked, "What is engraved on it?"

"The Qingping Division is not allowed to interfere in politics." Sheng Lingyuan stepped forward from the crowd without even glancing at the Nirvana Stone.

He went straight around the back of the altar, where a row of plaques with extinguished mermaid lamps stood. These were the life lamps of all the previous heads of the Qingping Department.

Behind the last lamp, there was no plaque, only a nameplate with green snake scales attached, which read "He Cuiyu" with her birthday written on it. The life lamp had already gone out, and there was only half a bowl of mermaid oil left. The wick had turned to ash.

"It seems that He Cuiyu has died. No wonder her Shadow has regained his memory and his heavenly demon form."

Chief Huang followed, staring thoughtfully at the black stone. He asked, "Is it true about the underworld and heavenly punishment?"

Sheng Lingyuan, the old fox, smiled and glanced at Chief Huang. "You're asking a question you already know the answer to."

"In history, it was recorded that after the death of Emperor Wu, the first head of the Qingping Division, Yang Dong, was targeted by the new emperor. His top three subordinates rebelled, and Yang Dong was executed for six major crimes. The Qingping Division also became jointly governed by the three guards," Chief Huang said solemnly.

He continued, "The person who first erected this house arrest monument truly deserves eternal praise."

The Qingping Division was originally Emperor Wu's private army. If there was no one to control them after he left, they would quickly become a natural political group.

Once these people engaged in political corruption, it would surely lead to chaos and disorder. With the weakening of the energy of the Chiyuan, these mixed-race minorities no longer had the ability to fly and escape like their ancestors.

Standing too high, they would surely not last long and would eventually be targeted for punishment.

They couldn't even be as loyal to the royal family as the dark guards, because the half-breeds have a much longer lifespan than humans, and the power of the monarchy will eventually run out.

Being too loyal to the royal family would make them a sacrifice to power as dynasties change. With such a mysterious law in place, believers naturally have fear in their hearts, while the "smart ones" who don't believe can probably taste the three flavors in it and use them as a perfect scapegoat.

No wonder the Qingping Division has survived countless changes of dynasty and remained strong, until the natural decline in the birth rate of special abilities made it difficult for the Qingping Division to continue.

"They were lucky," Sheng Lingyuan shook his head, took the lighting device from Xuan Ji's hand, and said, "Ordinary people should stop here. Special abilities can follow me, but don't touch anything here."

Moving forward, the collection consisted of true relics from the Qingping Division.

If he wasn't mistaken, the Yin Sacrifice should have leaked out from here.