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Chapter 98 The most important business of the censor!
Looking at the case files is like returning to a familiar place, reliving the scene; everything from that day comes vividly to mind.

I don't know how he did it.

Even if we could invoke the power of the Heavenly Pivot, turn back time, and see it all again, it wouldn't amount to anything more, would it?

I am ashamed to admit that I am not as skilled as this person.

The third commander's file was much rougher in comparison; the dates and locations were unclear.

However, the commander of the third route specifically named one person, Chen Nianzong.

This person is hardworking, intelligent, and exceptionally quick-witted.

[Signs were noticed on the day of the explosion, and warnings were issued, but the workshop manager did not heed them.]

[When the explosion occurred, this person tried to escape with his comrades, but the fire was too intense and the explosion too sudden, and they were unable to escape.]

Seeing no hope of survival, the man then clung to the most precious magical artifact in the workshop, the Cloud-Generating Cauldron, protecting it with his own body and preventing it from being destroyed in the explosion.

The news caused an uproar.

[Such a hero exists even in the tiny Flying Cloud Workshop?]

I was also quite surprised. Why would the commander of this third route want to gild the face of a dead man?

[After a moment's thought, I realized that the "Chen" in Chen Nianzong's name is also the "Chen" of Inspector Chen Yu.]

Seeing this, Wu Yun reached out, took the hot tea that Diao Yaya handed him, and took a big gulp.

"During the competitive selection process, I encountered both top-notch business experts and top-notch sycophants."

"How can we win like this?"

Three days later, Lord Shuangtai announced the appointment.

I have been promoted to the rank of Eighth-Rank Celestial Inspector.

The news caused an uproar.

Lord Zhang Feng pulled me into his study and asked me how I did it.

I didn't do much.

[I simply compiled all the decrees, celestial registers, and documents from the old archives supporting the Flying Cloud Workshop's spiritual energy fusion efforts, along with a note about the explosion during the spiritual energy fusion of Flying Cloud thirty years ago, and presented it to Lord Frost Terrace.]

[This confirms that Lord Chen Yu's mismanagement led to the explosion at Feiyun Workshop.]

My promotion was thus secured.

Lord Zhang Feng is puzzled. The two celestial officials have clearly determined that the workshop explosion was unrelated to the fusion of spiritual energy!

I laughed and said, "So what? If my case file is correct, then his case file can only be wrong."

The exact cause of the workshop explosion is not important.

I also know that fusing spiritual energy with flying clouds is almost impossible to succeed. The workshop succeeded once thirty years ago, but it exploded without causing any casualties.

The cloud that had absorbed spiritual energy also instantly exploded and disappeared.

But none of that matters.

What truly matters is what Lord Shuangtai desires!

As Lord Shuangtai once said, Flying Cloud is Flying Cloud; why bother fusing it with spiritual energy, which is superfluous?

[Since Lord Chen Yu didn't take those words to heart, he deserves this calamity.]

【Lord Shuangtai wishes to fry the workshop in a certain way, then the workshop must be fried in that way!】

As censors under Lord Shuangtai, our duty is to understand his intentions, complete the necessary procedures, write the official documents, and supplement the evidence.

In short, whoever Lord Shuangtai wants dead, we'll help him pin the blame on them!

After reading this article, Wu Yun felt a complex mix of emotions.

It turns out that the imperial censors in the celestial realm don't care about investigating cases or flattering others.

Understanding and executing the superiors' intentions is their most important job!
He closed the Biaoyun Sutra and recalled the mention of flying clouds merging with spiritual energy in the book.

"Can they really be integrated?"

"What will happen after they merge?" He stood up, walked to the spirit-gathering array, and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the spirit fish flying past.

……

Click...

A boy with single eyelids, a flat nose, and unremarkable appearance pushed open an iron gate and entered a fog-shrouded canyon.

On the boy's shoulder, a small tree was digging its roots into his flesh, its branches waving leaves and brushing against his ear, as if playing with him.

That's right, this young man is the director of the Spirit Investment Office!
He ventured deeper into the canyon and saw enormous peach trees rising from the ground, reaching into the misty heights.

Occasionally, a huge, heavy peach would emerge from the thick fog, bending the branches, and he would see it, but he dared not touch it, or even look at it for long.

Occasionally, small, unripe peaches the size of a fist would fall to the ground. He would carefully walk around them, not daring to bend down to pick them up.

And so, he bypassed one large tree after another and came to the depths of the canyon.

Finally, a tall, slender figure came into view through the mist.

"Straight up, sir."

He bowed in greeting.

The tall, thin man with straight back was wearing a wide robe, which at first glance looked like a round log stuck inside the robe.

This person is none other than the eighth-rank celestial official of the Peach Garden, the head of the Spirit Garden.

He turned around.

"Xiao Wei is here again."

The director of the Ling Tou Office, whose real name is Song Xiaowei, nodded.

"Lord Straight, I've come to exchange for peaches."

The little peach tree on his shoulder was not yet capable of bearing fruit. At this moment, he concentrated all the spiritual energy he had absorbed into a single leaf, making that leaf glow and shine, like a piece of jade illuminated by a lamp!
He turned around, revealing a body over two meters tall and arms over one meter long. He slightly bowed and raised his hand, revealing that the skin on the back of his hand was brown with grooves, resembling tree bark.

He plucked the leaf from the small peach tree, his bark-like face expressionless.

"Alright, go to the ground and pick up a hundred grade nine immortal peaches to take back."

He didn't care how much spiritual energy was in that leaf.

Even after picking it, they would casually toss the leaf on the ground, leaving this tiny, magical leaf among the countless layers of yellow and green leaves on the ground.

Song Xiaowei dared not be disrespectful and quickly nodded in agreement.

He bent down and began picking up the unripe peaches from the ground.

Some peaches were half-rotten, some were gnawed by insects, and some looked like they had a skin disease, with a rough and uneven surface... But Song Xiaowei accepted them all, regardless of their condition.

Anyway, he can only eat one Grade 9 Immortal Peach a day, and he has to share the rest with other people. Why give them such a good one?

While picking up peaches, Song Xiaowei moved slowly, making his way into the depths of the mist, gradually moving away from the straight path.

He saw a low peach tree with countless roots spreading out.

And the tree roots that rose from the ground bound one person after another, binding their shoulders, wrapping around their necks, and piercing their bodies with fine roots.

That's right... this is the selection process for the Immortal Peach Pathway.

Whoever can grow a peach tree inside their body will be able to successfully become a ninth-rank celestial official.

To date, everyone bound by this tree remains unconscious with their eyes closed, still struggling to hold on.

The trees planted in their bodies have not yet come to life.

Those who were planted in the trees are not dead yet.

While picking peaches, Song Xiaowei circled the short tree, observing it.

I saw several people who had become mummies, bound to tree roots and pressed into the ground, about to decompose into soil.

Several other people, who seemed to be newcomers, had wounds on their necks where roots had pierced, and there was still blood that had not yet clotted.

(End of this chapter)