Chapter 130: Meiyin and Yehua

"Should we avoid them?" Yun Mu whispered to Brenna.

"No." Shaking her head, Brenna said, "Keep your distance, but try to follow them and see what they are doing."

"Alright." Yun Mu nodded.

She had actually been thinking the same thing; asking Brenna was just a matter of going through the motions.

As for Lita and Edward.

They naturally had no objections to the orders issued by the Princess.

What's more, their own thoughts were actually much the same.

Thus, the group began to walk cautiously toward the location of the Church Transcendentalists.

Along the way, Brenna took a small bottle containing pale white dust from her bosom, sprinkled the dust evenly over everyone, and said, "This is Dust-Suppressing Powder; it can reduce the probability of being perceived by the enemy."

"The effect is better than nothing, but I hope you all won't let your guard down."

"Mm." The three of them nodded to show they understood, then continued forward.

"Right there." Yun Mu, who was walking in the lead, suddenly stopped and pointed with her finger toward the corner of the factory wall ahead.

"One priest, one Night Watchman, and four Night Walkers."

Peeking slightly from behind the wall, Brenna looked at the number of Church professionals in the distance, a look of confusion appearing on her face.

"How is it that there isn't even a Third Rank? Is the Church sending their subordinates to their deaths?"

"To reduce the risk of exposure, I suppose." Edward analyzed, "I suspect none of the people sent out have the kind of Parasite the Princess mentioned."

"Correspondingly, they likely don't have any useful clues on them either, including that Father Yehua," he said.

"Huh?"

While Edward was speaking, Yun Mu also quietly peeked out from behind the wall to observe.

Upon seeing the appearance of the leading priest, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"I've seen that priest before!" she whispered to the group.

When she went to the Painter Association to find the president, Sixin, last time, she had encountered that blonde-haired, blue-eyed young girl.

At the time, the other party was conducting a Psychic Ritual with Sixin's help.

And according to what Sixin said afterward, that young girl had once been a Transcendental of the Painter Association, only to later choose to join the Church.

She hadn't expected to run into her again here.

"Isn't she supposed to be a Painter-series Transcendental? How did she suddenly become a priest?" After stating what she knew, Yun Mu remarked.

"What is there to be so surprised about? A Transcendental profession is not the only one a professional can have." Brenna crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Could it be that after you qualify as a Swordsman, you can't learn how to swing a hammer?"

"Uh, as for that, I wouldn't know." Yun Mu looked away and muttered quietly.

As a transmigrator who hadn't even finished her ninth day here, it was normal for her not to know such things.

Once she found the time to finish reading that book, *Cognition and Exploration of the Supernatural World: Basic Volume*, she figured she wouldn't ask such idiotic questions again.

"Is it possible for a person to qualify for many different Transcendental professions at the same time?" Yun Mu asked Brenna, unable to suppress the curiosity in her heart.

"Of course." Brenna glanced at the situation with the Church Transcendentalists, and after confirming there was nothing urgent, said, "Not possible."

"To put it plainly, a Transcendental profession is Ether's 'inherent impression' of you; once you have already integrated the information of one profession, it is naturally very difficult to integrate a second."

"But through acquired learning, you can master the knowledge of other professions, and then use a higher-rank profession to replace the original low-rank one."

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"Sigh." Seeing Yun Mu's blank expression, Brenna couldn't help but sigh, then raised her voice and said, "For example!"

"After you qualify for the Painter Apprentice profession, you can still learn the skills of the Swordsman profession, but you cannot obtain the First Rank Swordsman profession."

"However, once you have mastered all the skills of a First Rank Swordsman and met the prerequisites for the Second Rank Swordsman profession, you can replace your original First Rank Painter Apprentice profession by qualifying for the Second Rank Swordsman profession!"

"And after the replacement, your original Painter Apprentice abilities will not disappear."

"Oh, I see." Yun Mu understood instantly.

"Um, Princess, your voices are too loud!" Lita whispered to remind the two.

"It's fine, they can't hear—" Before Brenna could finish her sentence, she heard Edward say in a serious tone, "They are starting to move!"

"Mm?"

Hearing Edward's words, Brenna immediately looked toward the Church Transcendentalists.

"That direction..." She narrowed her eyes and said, "Sure enough, those guys have the same goal as us."

"How much further is it to the factory where the target is located?"

Enduring the unpleasant smell of burning in the air and the noise emitted by the factory, Meiyin's pale gold eyebrows furrowed slightly as she asked the Night Watchman beside her.

"About two more minutes of travel," the Night Watchman replied respectfully upon hearing her.

Although he and Meiyin were both Second Rank professionals, compared to a Church priest, there was still a significant gap in status for a Night Watchman.

This was mainly due to the different ways the two professions advanced.

If Yun Mu had finished reading that book, *Cognition and Exploration of the Supernatural World: Basic Volume*, she would know.

The so-called priest was the world's first, and earliest, Transcendental profession actively mastered by humans.

By believing in their respective deities, one established a link with the deity.

Subsequently, under the influence of the deity's power, the body and soul would undergo alienation, gradually leaning toward the deity's power system and mastering similar abilities... Even in the modern era, where the Transcendental professional system is quite perfect, this method of advancement still carries no small amount of risk.

After all, a deity's power is no small matter; if one is not careful, physical deformity is a minor issue, but if something goes wrong with the soul, then even the gods could not save them.

It is precisely because of this that after Elsa the Bright Moon's retainer, Silver Moon Blade Sophia, became the first priest in the world.

The fact that she displayed astonishing strength and knocked back the God of Swords Reindot and the God of Knights Olipod was so shocking that it became an Epic for bards to sing of to this day.

This instance of possessing the power to knock back two demigods (at the time) upon first becoming a priest is the only one of its kind to date.

Some scholars have analyzed that this might be because the other party was the world's first priest.

In this world where Ether records information, various "world's first" titles are also capable of producing substantial power.

It is much like the titles bestowed by those gods.

However, this is merely a conjecture by the Scholars; as for the truth of the matter, I fear only that Yinyue zhi Ren Sophia would know.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

A Night Watchman knocked forcefully on the factory Gate, producing a dull Echo.

Yet no matter how hard he tried, the sound could not drown out that damned mechanical Roar.

"The gate isn't locked, you idiot!" The Night Watchman standing beside Meiyin could not bear to watch any longer and hurriedly reminded the other.

"Oh, oh, sorry, didn't notice." Hearing the Night Watchman's words, the Night Watchman hurriedly pushed the factory Gate open from the outside.

And after they walked into the factory, the sound of the machinery running became significantly louder.

So loud that even if someone were speaking right beside you, it would be difficult to hear clearly.

"Where is the person in charge here? Hurry and have them stop this damned machine," the Night Watchman said to the Night Watchman beside him, brow furrowed tightly.

"What did you say?" that Night Watchman asked with a blank expression.

"I said, hurry up and stop this damned machine!" Taking a deep breath, the Night Watchman roared loudly.

"..." About five minutes later, all the machinery inside the factory stopped running.

A man covered in stains and wearing denim overalls came before them.

"May I ask what the lords need?" The man rubbed his hands together, a fawning expression appearing on his face as he asked.

"You are... forget it." The Night Watchman waved his hand and said, "Who you are is not important; what is important is that we are looking for someone."

"Looking for someone?"

A blank expression appeared on the man's face.

The Church looking for someone—why come to the factory? There is no one special here besides the laborers.

"We are looking for Molike, the one who claimed to have seen blood-red mist on the street," Meiyin suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"Oh, oh, so it's that kid." A look of sudden realization appeared on the man's face, and he then roared toward the inside of the factory: "Molike, people from the Church are here to see you!"

"..."

In silence, a pale-faced youth emerged from the crowd.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a pair of washed-out but stain-covered jeans and an old, light-brown jacket.

His frame looked very thin, as if a gust of Wind could blow him over.

"Are you Molike?" Meiyin looked at the boy in front of her and asked softly.

"Y-yes." Molike looked at Meiyin's delicate face, pursed his lips, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"We have something to ask you; come with me," Meiyin said, looking at him.

"B-but I still have work..." Before Molike could finish his sentence, the man at his side smiled and patted his shoulder, saying:

"It's fine, you go ahead and follow these lords first; you can do your work when you get back."

Pausing, the man whispered in his ear: "The time the factory stops because of you will be deducted from your wages..."

"..." Molike clenched his fists in silence, not saying a word.

"Hey..." As a Second-tier Transcendent, the Night Watchman could naturally hear this, and he immediately wanted to lash out, but was stopped by Meiyin.

Meiyin gently patted his shoulder and shook her head.

"Tsk."

Glancing at the man with some annoyance, the Night Watchman left the factory with Molike, Meiyin, and the other four Night Watchmen.

"This is for you."

After leaving the factory, Meiyin gently lifted Molike's left hand, took a shiny Gold Frost Coin from her bosom, and pressed it into his palm.

"This..." The warm touch of the Young Girl's palm made Molike's face flush red; he subconsciously gripped the Gold Frost Coin in his palm, opening his mouth as if to say something.

However, the next second, Meiyin withdrew her palm, leaving Molike feeling somewhat empty inside.

"Just consider this a consultation fee," Meiyin said, looking at Molike. "Can you tell us where you saw the blood-red mist?"

"..."

Molike opened his mouth in silence. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I... I don't know what that place is called... but I can take you there!"

Hearing the youth's words, Meiyin subconsciously looked at the Night Watchman beside her.

"Ahem."

Noticing Meiyin's gaze, the Night Watchman coughed lightly and said, "Then you shall lead the way, but before that..."

He beckoned to one of the Night Watchmen behind him.

The other understood his meaning immediately, stepped forward, and took a wooden box from his bosom.

"We must first test whether there is any problem with your blood," the Night Watchman continued.

The Night Watchman holding the wooden box opened it, revealing the same translucent orb that had been used to test Yun Mu back then.

"How do I test it?" Molike asked, looking somewhat afraid.

"It's very simple, just drip a drop of blood on it," Meiyin said softly.

On the other side.

"Is there a problem with that Molike?" Listening to what Edward relayed, Brenna asked Yun Mu beside her.

"No." Shaking her head, Yun Mu said, "I did not smell the scent of a Bloodline from his blood."

"Then keep watching," Brenna said upon hearing her words.

"Is... is this enough?"

After the Night Watchman used a small knife to gently prick Molike's fingertip and dripped the blood onto the translucent orb, Molike asked cautiously.

"..."

The Night Watchman looked at the blood sliding off the orb with no intention of soaking in, and shook his head at Meiyin.

This action of his made Molike somewhat nervous, yet the next moment, Meiyin's words calmed his nervous mood.

"No problem, Mr. Molike, please lead the way," she said, gesturing to the side.

"Right, alright."

Molike nodded, then led the group as they walked toward the distance.

"Hurry and keep up," Brenna immediately ordered.

"That Molike, do you all think there's a problem?" Lita asked with some curiosity.

"I just feel like something isn't right," she said.

"Your feeling is correct; that guy definitely has a problem, and the people from the Church have clearly seen it too," Brenna replied upon hearing her words.

"Then why?" Lita was somewhat puzzled.

If the people from the Church also saw it, yet still followed the other party, wasn't that jumping into a trap on purpose? "Silly daughter, it's precisely because there is a problem that we want this," Edward said, rubbing his forehead. "If there were no problems, then what would there be to investigate?"

"Oh, right!" Lita suddenly realized.

"But doing this is risky, isn't it?" She immediately added with some worry, "I think those few Transcendental from the Church are actually quite nice."

"What isn't risky?" Edward rolled his eyes and said, "When that priest and the Night Walk looked at each other earlier, they had already made up their minds to take the risk."

"Once others have made up their minds, don't you worry about it."

He paused, feeling that saying it this way was a bit harsh, so Edward feigned a confident smile and said, "Besides, aren't we following behind them?"

"When the critical moment comes, just leave it to your old man!"

PS: This is the last 4,000-word update for today.

Because it is currently an odd-numbered chapter, if I updated two chapters, it would still be an odd number.

It feels uncomfortable to look at.

So I am updating one more 4,000-word chapter.

Starting tomorrow, I will go back to updating two 2,000-word chapters.

(End of chapter)