Chapter 1175: Two Emperors Enter the Game

Two Emperors Enter the Game

In the dim Alleyway, Chen Ling slowly took off the Nuo Mask on his face.

The pattering rainwater soaked the tips of his hair. The red and black Theatrical Robe on his body also quickly faded back to red. He looked at Shen Nan in front of him, his gaze somewhat helpless...

"It really is you?"

Shen Nan also took off his Nuo Mask, speaking in shock, "How long has it been... and you've already mastered the power of [Nuo Exorcism]??"

"Actually, it's been quite a long time," Chen Ling answered honestly.

To Chen Ling, this process was actually very long. But in Shen Nan's eyes, only a little over a day had passed. He stared blankly at Chen Ling in front of him, so shocked for a moment that he couldn't speak.

"Why are you here?" Chen Ling asked.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" Shen Nan recovered his wits. "I am a White Hand registered with Bureau 749 and a guest of the Wushan Conference; of course I would be here... You've been fully wanted by Bureau 749, yet you actually dare to swagger over here??"

Chen Ling waved his hand uncaringly. He was already a wanted target by all of humanity after the Great Cataclysm. What did a small Bureau 749 count for?

Shen Nan: ...

"Don't tell me you really plan to sneak into the Wushan Conference."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Entering the conference requires verification and registration. How are you going to get in?"

"I have backing."

"?"

Chen Ling seemed to remember something and looked in the direction Sun Bumian and the others had left. "You came at just the right time. Come with me for a trip."

"...To do what?" Shen Nan's expression was a bit strange.

"To do your proper job."

...

Meeting Immortal Guest House.

Creak—

Ying Fu slowly pushed open the main door of the room.

At this time, he had already changed into an inconspicuous black tracksuit. In his hand, he carried a Cloth Bag containing the conference agenda. He even wore a pair of half-rimmed black glasses on the bridge of his nose, concealing those upturned corners of his eyes that exuded might without being angry. His imperial aura was all hidden beneath a simple and unadorned exterior. At first glance, he wouldn't attract anyone's attention at all...

The smell that assailed his face after pushing open the door made Ying Fu's brows furrow tightly subconsciously. However, he didn't resist, but calmly stepped inside. His sharp eyes behind the lenses carefully swept over every corner of the room.

After confirming there were no anomalies in the room, his gaze looked downstairs through the window...

At this time, Chancellor Han, wearing a cyan-gray Chinese-style shirt, was saying something to several other guests. His status within Bureau 749 seemed very high; those guests' faces were full of smiles, filled with respect towards Chancellor Han.

At the same time, Chancellor Han, who was talking and laughing cheerfully, seemed to perceive Ying Fu's gaze. He inadvertently glanced upwards and subsequently smiled:

"Everyone, I'll go back to my room to rest for a while first. We'll chat again tonight."

"Hahaha, Elder Han, rest well. We have plenty of time anyway."

"Yes, Elder Han, taking good care of your health is the most important."

"..."

Chancellor Han walked through the corridors of the guest house, his gaze sweeping front and back from time to time. After confirming there was no one passing by around him, he quietly entered the room where Ying Fu was.

He closed the door backhandedly and gently wrote behind the door. A moment later, a small character for "Barrier" surfaced.

Qi flow and sounds were isolated by some kind of invisible barrier. Only until this moment did Chancellor Han finally relax. This senior with an extremely high status in Bureau 749 looked at Ying Fu's back by the window, a look of sincere reverence appearing on his face.

"The accommodation conditions for this conference are poor... It has wronged Your Majesty." Chancellor Han spoke with a bitter smile.

"It matters not."

Ying Fu pushed open the window. "Has Chu Changqing been settled well?"

"He has been settled well, right at the Lotus Guest House next door. We left two people there to keep an eye on him, there won't be any problems."

"En."

Ying Fu suddenly asked, "Why is the accommodation location this time different from what was mentioned before?"

"The informant I planted in Bureau 749 sent word. It's said to be because the originally scheduled conference hotel hasn't been fully repaired, so all the guests have been temporarily arranged at the foot of the mountain... They'll go to the venue when the conference begins."

Ying Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his head to cast a glance at him. "How does Chancellor Han view this?"

Chancellor Han pondered for a long time, then still spoke,

"Your Majesty, I believe there are three points of suspicion."

"Speak."

"First, the purpose of every previous Intangible Cultural Heritage Conference was to allow Divine Path Possessors to communicate with each other, and to deepen Bureau 749's control over the 'White Hands.' It's considered an activity celebrating peace and prosperity... Therefore, in previous years, they wouldn't forcefully require all 'White Hands' to participate, especially some of the older, highly qualified experts. But this time, regardless of new or old qualifications, regardless of where they are, everyone is forced to participate."

"Second, the Intangible Cultural Heritage Conference in the past would be notified at least half a month in advance, and the meeting time was mostly at the end of the year. But this year, not only is the time too early, it was only notified three days in advance, appearing exceptionally hasty... It's like there is some unusually urgent matter that must be implemented as soon as possible."

"Third, this place Wushan is not in the list of target cities for hosting the Intangible Cultural Heritage Conference. In the past, to make transportation convenient for the guests, they would choose a hub city. But the transportation here is extremely inconvenient, the supporting facilities are also relatively backward, and even the selected conference venue hasn't had the time to complete repairs...

"Heaven's timing, Earth's advantage, and human harmony; not a single one is occupied. I truly cannot guess what Sun Zhongliang is thinking."

Ying Fu listened expressionlessly to Chancellor Han's analysis before indifferently saying,

"Fulfilling one's duties, serving one's purpose... This Sun Zhongliang has managed Bureau 749 for so many years, always toeing the line and following the rules. Yet this time it's so hurried. The root cause behind it is already extremely obvious..."

Chancellor Han was slightly taken aback. "Your Majesty, you mean..."

"This conference is not led by Sun Zhongliang; he is but a Chess Piece." Ying Fu slowly raised his head, gazing at the heavily clouded sky. "The true person laying out the board is up above."

No one understood the art of imperial statecraft better than Ying Fu. Even if he was still very unfamiliar with this era, even if he didn't understand Bureau 749, in Ying Fu's eyes, no matter how the times changed, the framework of power was largely identical with minor differences. Relying on just a trace of superficial appearance, he could accurately cut into the vital point.

"The purpose of this conference... could Your Majesty already have a clue?" Chancellor Han asked in surprise.

Ying Fu didn't answer. He merely glanced at the dense overcast clouds, then turned and walked into the room, as if no matter how heavy the wind and rain outside were, it had nothing to do with him.

"Whatever they want to do, I am not interested... What I want is simply this opportunity."

"It has already been prepared for you, Your Majesty."

Chancellor Han took out a list from his inner breast pocket. "Tonight, all the attending guests will participate in a welcome banquet at the Glazed Tile Hall. I have already highlighted a few people worthy of attention."

Ying Fu took the list. After sweeping a glance over it, a few circled names and their corresponding Divine Pathways entered his eyes.

"...Oh?"