Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

Wang Juan's face darkened:

"He definitely has a problem."

Jin Wanquan was transferred from a neighboring county four years ago, just as an old case broke out in that county.

I checked his resume and found that he was in charge of resource allocation for the Divine Grace Treasury branch back then.

He stared at the words on the bottle.

"This Nianchen Liquid has most likely been switched by him."

Shen Zhenglan tapped his fingers on the table:

"The waters of the God's grace are very deep."

On the surface it's about resource allocation, but in reality it involves various forces.

Those who protect the gods need resources to advance, heretics need resources to cause trouble, and other forces are also secretly coveting it.

Given Jin Wanquan's position, it wouldn't be surprising if he were to become greedy or be coerced by certain forces into doing something like stealing the Nianchen Liquid.

But Jin Wanquan is just a pawn; the key is the person behind him.

"Could the person behind that be a messenger of God?" Shen Zhen asked.

Wang Juan shook his head:

"It's hard to say."

The messenger of God is ruthless and will not be satisfied with merely stealing a few batches of Nianchen Liquid.

What they want is to trigger a massive disaster.

"Wouldn't that mean we'd be repeating the tragedy from four years ago?" Shen Zhen's lips twitched slightly.

"That's right," Shen Zhenglan explained.

"Back then, your mother... sacrificed herself to protect people from disaster."

Mentioning his mother, Shen Zhen's emotions instantly tightened. He could never forget the scene of his mother's sacrifice; it was a thorn in his heart that he could never remove.

He clenched his fists, and the mental energy within him began to stir again.

"Don't get agitated." Wang Juan noticed his change and handed him a cup of tea.

"Your mother is a hero of Zhenniantang; she stopped the disaster with her own life."

What you need to do now is to find out the truth behind this mark, not to be swayed by your emotions.

Shen Zhen took a deep breath to calm herself down.

He knew that his father and Wang Juan were saying these things to make him understand the seriousness of the matter, not to let him wallow in the pain of the past.

"I understand." Shen Zhen picked up her teacup and took a sip. The warm tea temporarily calmed her restless mental energy.

Seeing this, Wang Juan continued:

"Recently, heretical activities have been very frequent, and this is not the only one; new variants have appeared in various places."

Some rely on anger, some on fear, and some on greed.

These aberrations seem to be collecting various human instincts; it's unclear what the heretics are planning using these aberrations.

"That's right," Shen Zhenglan continued.

"Your strength is insufficient right now. Do not act rashly when you encounter heretics. If you have any relevant clues, report them immediately."

Shen Zhen nodded and noted it down.

Although the father spoke little, every word he uttered revealed his concern, yet the relationship between the father and son was always subtly tense.

Wang Juan then picked up the dossier on the table and handed it to Shen Zhen:

"This is an old case file from a neighboring county, dating back four years. It records the first appearance of this mark."

At that time, a batch of Nianchen Liquid was stolen from Shenenku, which led to the bizarre case of "villagers eating raw food".

Take it back and take a look, compare it with current cases, it might be helpful to you.

Shen Zhen took the file, the cover of which read "Records of Abnormal Cases in the Fourteenth Year of Ningxi in a Neighboring County".

This was the first time he had come across a clue about the truth behind his mother's sacrifice.

He turned to the first page, which had a mark similar to that on the pottery shards, with the words "Food Recollection Mark" written next to it.

"Oh, right," Wang Juan said, as if remembering something.

"Use this bottle of Mind Dust Liquid with caution. I just checked it with my mental power and found nothing so far, but that doesn't mean there's no problem."

Shen Zhen felt a chill run down her spine, thankfully she hadn't been in a hurry to use it.

He recalled Jin Wanquan's reaction when Lei Lie raised his questions, realizing that Jin Wanquan had been harboring problems all along.

"Then why haven't you taken any action against Jin Wanquan yet?" Shen Zhen asked.

"The temple is already investigating the matter of the Divine Grace Treasury," Shen Zhenglan said.

"You don't need to get involved, just do your own job."

The Bureau of Cleansing Evil is full of people with many eyes and ears; knowing too much about certain things can actually cause trouble.

Shen Zhen understood his father's meaning. The Divine Grace Treasury involved resource allocation, and there must be a power struggle behind it. If he, a first-level Divine Envoy, rashly got involved, he would only get burned.

The three chatted for a while longer, mainly Wang Juan and Shen Zhenglan analyzing the trajectory of the new variant.

Shen Zhen listened from the side, occasionally interjecting a few words, but the two always managed to point out the key flaws.

Old ginger is spicier. Whether it's understanding the mutants or judging the situation, Shen Zhen is far inferior.

As the sun began to set, Shen Zhenglan stood up:

"It's getting late, I'll head back now."

There's some soup at home, you'll be home for dinner tonight. Your sister's been talking about you for days.

Shen Zhen felt a warmth in her heart:

"Okay, I'll go back as soon as I've finished here."

Shen Zhenglan nodded, but as he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back to look at Shen Zhen:

"Back then, your mother's telekinetic abilities weren't top-tier."

However, thanks to his exceptionally steady mind, he established himself firmly in Zhennian Hall and made many contributions.

After saying that, he turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Shen Zhen listened to her father's words, feeling a mix of emotions.

He knew that his father wanted him to become like his mother, not only with great strength but also with a firm mind.

From the moment Shen Zhen joined the Cleansing and Evil Division, his goal was to develop powerful mental abilities.

He practiced diligently and relentlessly, achieving the fastest growth in mental power among his peers, and consistently ranking among the top in task completion. Everyone said:

"No wonder he's her son."

"Don't just stand there," Wang Juan's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Take the file back and look at it. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me or go to your great-uncle."

And this is for you.

Wang Juan took out a short, ruler-shaped object from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is a specially made ruler for measuring rhythm," Wang Juan said.

"It is infused with fourth-order psychic power, which can help you stabilize your mind when you encounter mental interference from heretics."

"Your psychic power is currently low. It's fine for dealing with low-level aberrations, but it might not be enough against heretics."

Shen Zhen took the Mind Ruler, which was only five inches long, and could feel the gentle fluctuations of mental energy within it:

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

With a flick of his wrist, the Nen Ruler unfolded into a half-meter-long short blade. The concealed Nen blade on one side gleamed, and the character "真" (zhen, meaning truth) was engraved on the end of the ruler, shimmering with a faint light.

Shen Zhen felt a warmth in his heart. This Mind Ruler was not only a weapon for self-defense, but also a sign of Wang Juan's care and expectations for him.

He gripped the measuring stick tightly and said gratefully:

"With this powerful tool, we have more confidence in our subsequent investigations. Thank you for your trouble, Lord Wang."

Wang Juan waved his hand:

"Make good use of this opportunity. Your mother helped me back then, so it's only right that I take care of you. Don't let everyone down, especially your mother's expectations."

"By the way, you want to go to the Zhennian Hall?"

Shen Zhen paused for a moment, then nodded:

"Yes, my mother was a member of Zhenniantang, and I want to follow her will."

"That's ambitious," Wang Juan nodded.

"But Zhennian Hall isn't so easy to get into,"

You're still far from it. Focus on completing the tasks of the Purification Division and gaining experience. Once you reach the fourth rank, I'll help you submit your application.

Shen Zhen nodded earnestly: "I will try my best."

"Go ahead," Wang Juan waved his hand.

"Remember to come home for dinner tonight; your father and sister are waiting for you."

Shen Zhen put away the dossier and the ruler, and Chong Wangjuan cupped his hands in greeting before turning and leaving the duty room.

As Shen Zhen walked out of the ceremonial hall, clutching the dossier in his hand, he had a vague premonition.

Food imprint, divine grace treasury, messenger of God, heresy... these clues are like a net, slowly closing in.

Though the road ahead is fraught with peril, there is the mother's will, the father's care, the guidance of Instructor Liu and Wang Juan, and the teammates from the Cleansing Evil Division...

These are the reasons that give him the confidence to move forward.

Whether it's a mutation or a heresy, no matter how deep the waters of the Divine Grace Treasury are, he will investigate it thoroughly.

For her mother, for her sister, and for her duty as a spirit medium.