The comment section was filled with all kinds of legendary hot takes, leaving Sun Yourong so embarrassed she could literally dig a hole with her toes—she didn’t dare read any of them closely.
For example, things like:
— “Other people bring swords and shields into instances; this guy brings a ‘Bone-Dissolving Water + Gastroenteritis Combo Meal.'”
— “Ghosts: We’ve seen shady, but never this shady!”
— “Releasing plagues to clear the field, specializing in sneak attacks—he’s basically the reincarnation of the Shadow King!”
— “Demons: Bros, we’re totally traumatized! We all came from a 38-degree womb, so how the hell did someone give birth to such a sinister bastard?!”
There were plenty of similar bullet comments, but Sun Yourong really couldn’t bring herself to keep scrolling.
“I’m done! How does this guy always come up with so many crazy tricks? Paying respects to the God of Wealth, to King Yan, to the Dragon King of Wells, and now to the Plague God—each one is more absurd than the last!”
Although Sun Yourong knew that Lu Chen’s trip to Qianjiang City was to treat the former prefect’s wife, she didn’t know the specific details behind it.
She was also puzzled: how could a simple medical treatment mission give out a whopping five thousand military merits?
But judging by Lu Chen’s momentum, it was highly likely that he had already found a breakthrough for the mission.
“At this rate of slaughter, by the time he comes back from Qianjiang City, his military merits are going to skyrocket, aren’t they? This might even rival the scale of an S-rank mission!”
Ripples stirred in Sun Yourong’s heart.
If his military merits kept accumulating at this speed, Lu Chen’s promotion to Jiangcheng’s “new elite” might really not be far off.
The question was—when that time came, which god would he enshrine in his main temple?
The God of Wealth?
Sure, it was an obscure choice, but at least it sounded somewhat respectable.
But if he switched to the Underworld or the “Plague Division” of the Heavenly Court…
That picture was just too beautiful—Sun Yourong didn’t even dare imagine it.
If he really enshrined these deities in his temple… would that temple even have a future?
Sun Yourong had serious doubts about that.
“Heh~”
Meanwhile, at the Zhao family estate in the north of the city, inside a lavish underground bathhouse—
A disdainful sneer echoed.
Four pure-gold beast-head fountains at the edge of the pool continuously spewed warm water.
The ceiling was covered in gold leaf and inlaid with colored diamonds,
while the floor was paved with premium jade—extravagance oozed from every corner.
The Zhao family’s young master, draped in a black-gold bathrobe, lounged on a gold-and-jewel-inlaid recliner.
Beside him, more than a dozen strikingly beautiful maids in light clothing attended to him diligently—
some massaging his legs, some rubbing his shoulders,
while four others delicately picked up expensive fruits and fed them into his mouth.
Even the pits he spat out were respectfully caught in a maid’s palm.
After watching the video, the young master casually tossed his pricey phone aside, not even caring when it cracked on the floor.
“This kid…” He narrowed his eyes, faint arcs of lightning flickering within them. His pale cheeks seemed to flush with an eerie redness from the steam.
He turned his head and ordered a maid, “Tell Zhao Zhihong to upgrade this Lu Chen from C-level observation to B-level.”
“Yes, young master.”
The maid didn’t dare delay, not even changing her clothes before rushing off to deliver the message.
The young master squinted again,
his gaze falling on a maid kneeling beside him.
She understood immediately, stepped forward, raised her face, and tried her best to open her cherry-red lips.
The young master smiled in satisfaction…
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Qianjiang City, Mission Hall.
“Really, there’s nothing left, Mr. Lu! Absolutely nothing! All that’s remaining are a few clerical tasks and three S-rank demon instance dungeons. Are you… are you going to take them?”
Early in the morning, Manager Pan’s face was already scrunched up like a bitter melon.
Over the past few days, the moment the Mission Hall opened, Lu Chen was always the first one to rush in.
Within five minutes, he’d sweep up every available mission,
while simultaneously settling the ones he’d completed before.
At first, Manager Pan was both shocked and delighted.
A “ledger-balancing Great Sage” descending from the heavens—how could he not be happy?
But gradually, he realized something was wrong.
If Lu Chen finished all the missions, what were the other spirit wielders supposed to do?
One or two days was fine, but after five straight days,
the bounty hunters who relied on these missions for a living were completely fed up.
With no missions to take, they’d be sitting around burning through their savings—who could stand that?
Even a hydraulic jack wouldn’t hold up under that pressure!
So, complaints rained down like snowflakes,
but the authorities kept suppressing them all without a word.
As a result, Manager Pan became the sole punching bag.
He didn’t dare show his face now—the moment he did, he’d be “mobbed” by the spirit wielders.
He’d gotten to the point where his legs went weak just seeing Lu Chen.
On one hand, he admired the guy’s efficiency; on the other, he dreaded him coming back to clear out the hall again.
And yet, like clockwork, every single day—he was there!
What a headache! A total nightmare!
“Huh? It’s only been a few days, and there are no missions left?”
“Really, there’s nothing, Mr. Lu. If you don’t believe me, look for yourself—this mission board is cleaner than my face!”
Manager Pan was caught between laughter and tears. “Do you know what people are calling you now? You’ve got a ton of nicknames!”
“Oh?” Lu Chen perked up with interest. “What nicknames?”
Manager Pan counted on his fingers: “First one: Instance Bulldozer! Or Instance Sweeper! We’ve never seen anyone clear things out like you do. Second: Demon Nest Demolition Squad Leader! Count how many demon lairs you’ve wiped out these past few days. The third one’s even better!”
Lu Chen held back a laugh. “What?”
Manager Pan looked like he was about to cry. “They call you the ‘Walking SS-Class Anomaly Instance’—you specialize in big fish eating little fish, devouring everything in your path. And I’m not exaggerating—with your track record over the past few days, it’s going to take Qianjiang City at least three months to recover its previous mission volume. You’ve already cut through the entire city, boss!”
Lu Chen: “…”
“It can’t be that bad, right?”
“Not that bad? Look at me! How is this not bad?!”
Manager Pan was on the verge of a breakdown.
“Alright, alright, don’t get so worked up.”
As he spoke, Lu Chen took out the Plague Humming Pearl. After nearly non-stop hard work over these past few days,
the calamity karma inside the pearl had dropped to less than one-fifth.
Victory was in sight, but Qianjiang City’s Mission Hall had already been run into the ground by him first.
As for the clerical missions, Lu Chen didn’t even bother glancing at them.
And those S-rank demon dungeons—
to be honest, Lu Chen couldn’t take them on alone just yet.
Even with the help of the four underworld enforcers,
clearing an S-rank dungeon in two days was next to impossible.
After all, S-rank demon dungeons had at least fourth-rank minor demon kings inside,
whose vigorous blood energy strongly suppressed the divine power of the underworld.
If it were an S-rank anomaly instance, it’d be much easier,
but unfortunately, Qianjiang City didn’t have any.
“Sigh, what a headache. How come they run out so fast?”
“Mr. Lu, maybe you should try a different city? If you keep this up, I’m going to get devoured alive by Qianjiang’s spirit wielders sooner or later… I suggest you head back to Jiangdu City and check it out? There should be plenty of missions there for you to wreak havoc on—I mean, put in a few more days of hard work!”
Manager Pan tried his best to persuade him.
“Looks like I don’t have much choice…”
The only downside was the travel time back and forth.
“Oh, right—I can try ‘Water Vein Connect to the Profound’!”
Lu Chen suddenly remembered that he had a “Water Escape” divine ability!
Conveniently, Jiang Province was coastal, and the Four Dragon Kings were currently grounded,
so using water escape to get back should be feasible.
With that thought, Lu Chen didn’t hesitate any longer.
“Let’s do it!”
He turned and walked out.
“Phew—finally sent that plague god on his way.”
Manager Pan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stared at the empty mission board, and started worrying again: “What the hell am I gonna do now…”
Soon, Lu Chen drove to the seaside.
After locking the car and leaving it aside,
he faced the direction of Jiangdu City, concentrated, and locked onto his target.
“I just wonder if my current mana is enough to last the whole way. If not, I can take a couple of breaks midway—it’s still faster than driving!”
His mind made up,
Lu Chen wasted no more time—
and leaped, ready to dive into the sea.
“Ring ring ring!”
But just then, his phone suddenly went off.
Lu Chen forcibly halted himself mid-air.
“Who is it?!”
He impatiently pulled out his phone,
and the screen showed “Dad.”
Lu Chen raised an eyebrow and quickly answered.
He heard Lu Jianming’s urgent voice on the other end:
“Son?”
“What’s up, Dad?”
“Bad news, son! Something huge has happened!!!”
