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

"A massive divine wrath?!" Lei Lie raised an eyebrow.

"Is it... finally coming?"

According to the records of the Temple of Remembrance, a large-scale "Divine Wrath" is the ultimate manifestation of the unstable negative emotions of the gods. Once it erupts, it can easily trigger a mutated riot.

Holding a large-scale spirit-soothing ceremony is to gather the power of all high-level spirit-soothing practitioners to quell the chaos and suppress the disaster.

Such a large-scale ceremony has not been held for many years, and once it is held, it will be a major event for the entire Fengyun Empire.

"Has the ceremony time been set?" Shen Zhen asked, her heart also tightening.

"Three days later, at the Qitian Palace Square," Ling Buyu said.

"The temple has ordered the Zhennian Hall and the Jingxie Division to make advance preparations to protect the Dharma and suppress the aberrant creatures in case of a surprise attack."

Everyone responded with "Understood," and the Jingxie Division fell into a brief silence.

The ceremony came too suddenly.

"Four years ago, when Lord Lin sacrificed himself, there was also a small-scale manifestation of divine wrath," Han Yan said in a low voice.

Shen Zhen frowned slightly but did not speak.

Lei Lie said in a deep voice:

"No matter what, prepare according to the instructions of the main temple. All forces will be present at the ceremony three days from now."

Everyone nodded; this was the only option for the time being.

Shen Zhen looked around and, not seeing Li Qingyan, Lu Renjia, or the others, asked:

Where did the newlyweds go?

Lei Lie explained:

"I was summoned to the training ground by Instructor Tie. I'll take this time to intensify my training. The ceremony in three days can't afford to be wrong."

Shen Zhen nodded, keeping the condition of the rookie team in mind, and headed straight for the training ground.

From afar, one could hear Tie Xuan's loud reprimands, mixed with the sounds of clashing weapons.

Shen Zhen stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping across the arena, and he quickly spotted the rookie team.

Tie Xuan stood in the center of the group, holding a long whip. The whip did not fall, but his agile figure exuded a terrifying aura.

"Don't think that just because you have great talent, you can neglect basic training."

Zhao Huaijin's pride had vanished, and he dared not slacken in the slightest. He was channeling his mental energy into the longsword in his hand, causing the ordinary iron sword to emit a faint white light.

Li Qingyan, Zhou Shi, and the others beside him also looked tense, each channeling their mental energy.

Whether it's throwing punches and kicks or manipulating weapons, everything involves honing the harmony between mental power and techniques.

Shen Zhen's gaze fell on Lu Renjia, who was standing at the edge of the group.

Compared to the others, Lu Renjia seemed out of place.

He didn't speak to anyone around him, nor did he even frown; he simply silently repeated the motion of throwing a punch.

Each punch was delivered with a steady surge of mental energy, landing precisely and with even force, without any unnecessary flourishes.

Sweat dripped down his face, yet he seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed intently on the air ahead, as if facing an invisible opponent.

Not far away.

Qi Xuejian and Chen Xi were back to back, both with their eyes closed and their hands forming the same mental energy hand seal.

They were surrounded by a thin but stable aura of psychic energy, clearly practicing psychic resonance.

This is a basic skill for Spirit Suppressors when they cooperate, allowing the combined mental power of multiple people to unleash greater power.

The two, who used to be obsessed with compasses, now looked solemn. Their breathing was synchronized as their mental energy flowed through their fingertips, clearly showing that they had put in a lot of hard work.

"Concentrate, everyone!"

"The power of thought must be focused and its flow must be continuous!"

"Don't think that everything will be fine once you've entered the Cleansing Bureau. The mutants won't give you a chance to make mistakes; any oversight could cost you your life!"

Tie Xuan's voice rang out again.

His gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Wu Xian, whose mental energy was somewhat unstable due to nervousness.

"Wu Xian, what's the panic? Calm down!"

The voice just fell.

Due to excessive tension, Wu Xian's mental power suddenly went out of control, and the short knife in his hand flew out of control, heading straight towards Qi Xuejian who was not far away!

People around gasped in surprise, but Qi Xuejian was focused on the resonance of her mental power and had no time to react.

Just as Shen Zhen was about to make a move, Lu Renjia preempted him.

Just as Wu Xian's short sword slipped from his hand, he moved, precisely catching the hilt in mid-air, and with a slight twist of his wrist, dissipated all the force.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

He silently handed the dagger back to Wu Xian, whose face had turned pale, then retreated to his original spot and continued throwing punches as if nothing had happened.

"What are you standing there for? Keep practicing!"

Tie Xuan glared at Wu Xian, then glanced at Lu Renjia with a hint of approval in his eyes, but said nothing more.

Qi Xuejian then realized what was happening and smiled gratefully at Lu Renjia:

"Thanks."

Lu Renjia simply nodded slightly without speaking, his gaze returning to the front, his expression still focused, his eyes occasionally sweeping across every corner of the training ground.

Shen Zhen watched this scene and nodded inwardly.

Although Lu Renjia was taciturn and not good at socializing, he was exceptionally meticulous and far more vigilant than the average person.

This trait is crucial in dangerous missions, but this excessive vigilance also adds a lingering sense of heaviness to his being.

"Lu Renjia, your control over your telekinesis is good, but your strength is off," Shen Zhen said as he stepped forward.

"Try concentrating your mental energy on your fist and using the power of your waist and abdomen when you punch."

Lu Renjia looked at Shen Zhen, nodded, and then adjusted his posture according to Shen Zhen's instructions before throwing another punch.

This time, his punches were faster, and the psychic aura on his fists was more solid.

After practicing a few punches, he seemed to have found the knack, his movements became more and more fluid, and his mental power became more and more stable.

"Little Shen is back?" Tie Xuan saw Shen Zhen walking over and a tough smile appeared on his lips.

"You've come at the perfect time, kid. I'll take a look at how well your soldiers are training."

Shen Zhen said softly, "Instructor Tie, you've worked hard."

"What's so hard about it? It's all part of my duty." Instructor Tie's tone shifted, his gaze sharpening as he stared intently at Shen Zhen.

"Did you intercept and kill Jin Wanquan?"

Shen Zhen remained silent, neither admitting nor denying, but his expression remained somber.

Instructor Tie stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter and patted Shen Zhen on the shoulder:

"Whoever intercepted and killed them, it's a cause for celebration!"

That bastard colluded with heretics and secretly switched the Spirit Dust Elixir; he should have died long ago!

He then changed the subject, his tone becoming serious:

"But remember, when the Purification Division does things, it must be true to its conscience and also abide by the rules."

Shen Zhen nodded: "Understood, Instructor."

at the same time.

In a small, inconspicuous courtyard in the capital, the walls were mottled and no different from the surrounding houses. Inside, a young couple was busy with something.

The woman was dressed in coarse cloth, with delicate features, looking exactly like an ordinary housewife.

"The temple will hold a blessing ceremony for the gods in three days at the Qitian Temple Square."

The man opposite her leaned against the courtyard wall, his black shorts making his figure appear even more upright, and his tone was calm.

"It's said that Jin Wanquan is dead. I didn't expect these heretics to be so ruthless."

The young woman was kneading dough, her movements slow and deliberate.

"The divine messenger's instructions are to lie low and wait. We should just gather information and wait until the ritual begins before taking any action."

The two young people were Song Yue and Chu Yan.

The woman continued:

"I'm going out to buy some food and check things out. You stay in the courtyard and don't reveal any signs of your telekinetic abilities."

After saying that, Song Yue picked up her basket and walked out of the courtyard, disappearing into the flow of people in the alley.

The neighbors were discussing the blessing ceremony three days later, their voices filled with awe and anticipation, and no one noticed the inconspicuous young woman.

She walked past a shop on the street corner, caught a glimpse of a temple notice posted on the wall, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

This ceremony will ultimately become the beginning of their subversion of the established order.

Meanwhile, in a grand hall a thousand miles away from the capital.

This place looks very sacred.

A masked man in black robes sat atop a high platform in the main hall, exuding an aura of mystery and majesty that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"Your Highness," a black-robed man, also wearing a mask, respectfully reported to the black-robed man on the high platform.

"Your Highness, news has come from the capital that the ceremony for the Fu Nian Temple will be held in three days."

Judging from the voice, the person below the stage was the one Song Yue had called the divine messenger.

The divine child nodded slightly, his voice low:

"Very good. This operation cannot afford to fail. The will of the Divine Ancestor is about to descend."

The divine messenger bowed slightly, his voice tinged with excitement:

"Your Highness, rest assured, I have made all the necessary arrangements. We will proceed according to plan once the ceremony begins."

After speaking, he withdrew, and the hall fell silent.