This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The chief's last words were like a bomb dropped into a deep pool, exploding in Wang Xiaoer's heart.

He had long been filled with indescribable complex emotions and an immense curiosity that almost burst forth from his chest regarding his ancestor who used his descendants as pawns to orchestrate a grand scheme.

Wang Xiaoer's breathing paused slightly.

He knew that this was the other party's real trump card, a scheme he could neither refuse nor escape.

He raised his head, looking directly at the unfathomable old man before him, his voice low as he tried to suppress his emotions.

"My ancestor...who exactly was he?"

The chief of staff gestured for him to calm down, his gentle smile unchanged, as if he had expected him to ask this question.

He picked up the teapot and poured Wang Xiaoer another half cup of hot tea. The rising steam blurred the sharp glint in his eyes.

"According to the records, your ancestor's name was Wang Xuantong."

"He was an exceptionally talented sorcerer during the Jiaqing era. His feng shui skills and divination abilities were unparalleled at the time."

The chief of staff spoke slowly and deliberately, as if recounting a long-forgotten history.

"But his actions were both righteous and wicked, and he had no taboos, so he was not tolerated by the orthodox sects and esoteric schools at the time."

Wang Xiaoer listened quietly, but his heart was pounding heavily in his chest.

Wang Xuantong.

This was the first time he had heard his ancestor's name from an outsider.

"We reviewed all the files from that period and discovered something very interesting." The chief of staff changed the subject, his gaze becoming profound.

"Wang Xuantong once devoted half his life to glimpsing a sliver of heavenly secrets."

"He foresaw that a great terror would descend upon us in the long term."

"But no one can say for sure what it is. All the information recorded is just rumors."

"Some say he foresaw the extinction of his royal family line, while others say he encountered a massive crisis that could overturn the entire Chinese nation and cause the land to sink."

Wang Xiaoer's pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhang Chen had mentioned the matter of incense offerings before, but as for the crisis that could overthrow China?

This sounds like a fantasy. Isn't China doing just fine now?

The chief seemed to see through his thoughts and continued, "Your ancestors set up the 'Ten Generations Trapped Dragon Scheme,' and their purpose was far more than simply creating a descendant with great fortune."

"Based on our later speculation, it seems that there was a deeper purpose hidden behind this scheme."

"This goal is closely related to the major crisis he foresaw in the future."

At this point, the Chief of Staff paused.

He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said nothing more, simply watching Wang Xiaoer quietly.

In the office, only the faint sound of burning sandalwood remained.

Wang Xiaoer understood that the other party was waiting for him to make a statement.

More detailed files are classified as secrets of the Night Watch Division, and it is likely that only members of the division have the authority to access them.

This is the final ultimatum, and also the greatest temptation.

Wang Xiaoer fell silent.

His mind was churning with a multitude of thoughts colliding.

The image of his ancestor Wang Xuantong became both vague and clear in his mind.

A peerless sorcerer, both exceptionally talented and morally ambiguous, is willing to sacrifice his bloodline and descendants to lay out a grand scheme spanning two hundred years for a vague "future crisis".

How insane and how audacious is this?

a long time.

Wang Xiaoer slowly raised his head.

The shock and confusion in his eyes had completely faded, replaced by a clarity and calm that had returned to normal.

"it is good."

He opened his mouth and uttered only one word.

Then, looking at the chief of staff, he continued, "I can agree to become your unofficial advisor."

The chief of staff revealed a smile that he had anticipated.

"But I have three conditions," Wang Xiaoer said, raising three fingers.

The Chief of Staff looked at him with great interest and gestured for him to speak.

"First, Zhang Chen and A Yue from Longhu Mountain. They are my friends. I don't care what their background was before. From now on, your Zhenye Division cannot harass them for any reason, let alone restrict their freedom."

"Secondly," Wang Xiaoer held up his second finger, "I only handle things that interest me, or things that I believe should be handled. You cannot use any rules or orders to force me to carry out tasks."

He paused, leaned forward slightly, stared intently into the chief of staff's eyes, and uttered the last condition, word by word.

"Third, I need to immediately access all the files concerning my ancestor, Wang Xuantong. All of them, without omissions or concealment."

The moment he finished speaking, the gentle air in the office seemed to freeze.

This is no longer a matter of being recruited.

This is clearly a move to take the initiative and engage in an equal negotiation.

Before the commander could answer, Wang Xiaoer suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

"Chief, let's not beat around the bush."

"You make things convenient for me, and I'll contribute to the country—it's a win-win situation. But if you try to use those rules and regulations to pressure me..."

He leaned back in his chair, his posture languid, but his tone carried a hint of indifferent warning.

"Then my 'bad luck' might not listen to me anymore."

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing through all the previous pretense of politeness and courtesy, and placing the most crucial bargaining chip on the table.

He was reminding the other party that he, Wang Xiaoer, was not a pawn to be manipulated at will.

He is a double-edged sword that can harm both the enemy and himself.

The Chief of Staff was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Instead of showing any anger at being offended, he clapped his hands and laughed as if he had heard something extremely interesting.

"Hahaha... Great! What a wonderful case of 'bad luck'!"

"Character! Courageous! No wonder he's a descendant of Wang Xuantong!"

Laughter echoed through the antique-style office, sounding full of energy.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer with admiration in his eyes.

"Okay, I agree to your first two conditions."

The chief of staff stopped laughing and gave a crisp and decisive answer.

"As long as Zhang Chen and that Miao girl don't actively cross the line, the Zhenye Division won't bother them anymore. As for freedom of mission, 'extra-staff advisors' already enjoy a high degree of autonomy, so this request is reasonable."

Wang Xiaoer raised an eyebrow slightly; he hadn't expected the other party to agree so readily.

"As for the third one..."

The chief of staff drew out his words, a sly glint in his worldly-wise eyes.

"Can."

He nodded.

"However, before you can look at those top-secret files, you need to complete your first 'advisor assignment'."

"This is to prove your worth and your stance."

The commander stood up, walked to the calligraphy of "Peace and Prosperity for the Nation," turned his back to Wang Xiaoer, and his voice became deep and powerful.

"This mission is also related to your ancestors."