Chapter 367: Oh damn, there's even this kind of operation?

"Ah, I..."

Watching the Guardian Knights charge out of the room with the determination of someone preparing to run a full marathon, grabbing the magic box and striding out with thudding steps, Ji Ming barely had time to react.

"... Does this mean good... or bad?"

Could it be that I accidentally wrote something against doctrine, deserving heavenly punishment and earthly annihilation, something that could get me burned on a stake or nailed to two boards to dry meat?

When Te Ni Si previously read this guidebook, he used magic speed-reading, first translating the text into magic, then projecting it into his sea of consciousness to record it all.

So after sending out the copy, she closed her eyes and remained silent for a moment, as if reviewing the knowledge she had just acquired.

Then she opened her eyes.

"Did you write all of these?"

"Yeah, any problem?"

And your Uncle Sun watched the whole thing.

"No, of course not..."

Saying that, Te Ni Si took out another blank notebook, and in the bidirectional flow of purple magical energy, he copied another copy of the guidebook.

???

What does this mean? Do we need two copies of the criminal evidence?

Then Ji Ming saw Te Ni Si return the original to him, then treat the copy as a new master copy, continually pulling notebooks from his spatial magic tool and printing them out with a gagging sound.

"No way, do you guys on the jury each need a copy?"

"Huh?"

Hearing Ji Ming blurt out his inner thoughts, Te Ni Si finally realized and hurriedly stopped his work.

"Cough, sorry, I was too rushed and excited, I didn't explain things clearly."

She spread out the freshly printed copy between them, her finger sliding down the table of contents.

"Ji Ming, do you know what these things are?"

It's the valuable experience I gained from many matches against Old Yang Tou, plus an organic combination of some of my own life wisdom on how to conduct oneself.

Low emotional intelligence: If I didn't see that you really needed it, I wouldn't even want to share this important family heirloom; love it or not.

High emotional intelligence: "Um, it's just my personal modest opinion, maybe not perfect, that's why I came to consult you, to see if there's room for improvement."

"Consultant? I... who am I, I'm supposed to consult you?"

Te Ni Si gave a bitter smile.

Hmm, what I mean is, great! This is a brand-new theory; at least for our Holy Light Church, thinking from this angle is absolutely unprecedented.

As an old-timer, I've been in the church for over five hundred years; I've seen many talented scholars, but many of them could spend a lifetime and still not summarize such a perfect new field of study, so I need to hurry and send someone to send this back to the Holy Mountain.

Ji Ming, I recall telling you before that your divine selection is somewhat hollow; after all, the gods' choice is important, but according to church regulations, you also need the Holy Mountain's approval for this position to be officially confirmed.

... Also, just like a shareholders' meeting, if the board and the whole company don't approve, many things you want to push through will still meet obstacles.

Therefore, my earlier idea was for me to move first to impeach you, giving you a stage to display your abilities and prove your worth, after which all rumors and malice would collapse on their own.

But now, it seems your performance has already been completed ahead of time.

Saying that, Te Ni Si pinched one of the booklets between two fingers and shook it.

With this, if it weren't for your shallow qualifications and young age, I'd say you're more than qualified to run for the next Five Archbishops.

I can't say which of the three tasty posts—Central, Northern, Eastern—you could get, but for the Southern and Western Diocese Archbishops, if you lower your sights, you should be able to secure them.

Moreover, you can get a promise from the Pope: "As long as you work hard, next time you run for office they'll definitely transfer you to a better position."

Saying this, Te Ni Si's face clouded over with a hint of gloom and resentment.

Back when I was trying to become a Central Diocese Archbishop in my lifetime, I almost wiped out those few minor evil god cults I had my eye on, and yet you... just took a three-day leave...

Forget it, anyway, you're now worry-free, just waiting for church organizations from all over to repeatedly send people to harass, flatter, and debate scriptures with you, my great, great scholar.

"Ah?!"

Even if earlier people might have mistaken him for a heretic, Ji Ming could still sit calmly opposite Te Ni Si and listen, treating it as listening to a joke.

After all, the division of rights is mutual; if the gods can't unilaterally appoint me to a post, then the church can't unilaterally expel me either.

Then, upon learning that he might be repeatedly used by various factions as an NPC to farm favorability, he immediately couldn't stay seated, stood up, and spoke quickly.

But I don't want to talk to idiots!

Wait, why did I blurt out my inner thoughts again?

Ah, no, what I mean is...

Yes!

Who would have thought Te Ni Si would hear that, take it seriously, and even sympathize, nodding his head.

Ji Ming, actually I also don't want to talk to idiots, which is why I voluntarily resigned my post when I could have been re-elected as Central Diocese Archbishop, hiding in Sunlight City under the pretense of monitoring the barbarian plains.

As someone who has been in the church for over five hundred years and seen off more than ten popes, saying that Te Ni Si has no feelings for the Holy Light Church is false.

So although in Ji Ming's eyes the Holy Light Church is somewhat decent compared to its peers, in her eyes the church is just getting worse day by day, with newcomers becoming increasingly incompetent.

She is very dissatisfied with this, and surely wants to do something about it, but she's old in age and essentially a succubus, so no matter what she's considered a declining old thing; can she change all this by herself?

The answer is no.

Thus, as a close friend of Buluowa, she inadvertently picked up some small habits of this lineage.

Can't do it, right? Can't do it... then I'll just give up!

Anyway, children and grandchildren have their own blessings; as long as I achieve success and retire, withdrawing in time, just avoid ending up with a disgraceful twilight.

Ah, I originally wanted to give you a good impression of our church, but you didn't even make it into the Central Diocese, and just in the Southern Diocese you've seen all these jokes.

The meeting room fell silent for a moment, but Te Ni Si, still holding his head, broke the silence again.

Actually... you don't want to talk to idiots, but it's not like there's no other way.

He paused for a moment.

Anyway, you're no longer that little doctor who couldn't even truss a chicken, and we're already roughly in the middle of the kingdom; you also have a rough idea of the radiance, right? So the road ahead, you can completely walk on your own.

What do you mean?

The God's Chosen feels his cultivation is far insufficient, plans to read ten thousand scrolls and travel ten thousand miles, using his own legs to measure the kingdom's land—would that not be allowed?

Yes! Of course you can!

Ji Ming, prompted by the archbishop, suddenly came to his senses: Right, as long as I hide before the knights reach the Holy Mountain and my theory is published, wouldn't that work?

Thus he announced that afternoon that his theological research had hit a snag and he would travel throughout the kingdom to seek enlightenment, asking fellow believers not to worry.

Elinor didn't know what had happened, and hurriedly pulled him, saying.

Ji Ming, I know practicing medicine in the countryside is tough! But… you wouldn't just up and leave after three days with such a strange excuse, would you?

The defending knights and Holy Light cultivators from other dioceses also rushed over, all saying, "God's Chosen, you can't leave! If you go, who will make the local shadow cultists suffer a heavenly hammer blow?"

Tenisi then took the opportunity to pull out the guidebook he had urgently printed in hundreds of copies and distributed them all.

Actually, whether it's speed or replication, this kind of magic related to knowledge is quite energy‑draining.

So the old lady's emergency overtime this round kept her busy enough to be irritable; if Ji Ming hadn't given her a bottle of SpiritGathering Liquid to bolster her body, she'd probably have to come out in a wheelchair today.

The cultivators, flipping open the manual in doubt, were all astonished to discover… hey, don't say it, you really shouldn't say it!

If it were before, they'd surely sneer at this, thinking dealing with heretics isn't that troublesome—just swing a hammer and see if his head cracks, and that'd be the end of it.

But now, an undefeatable dragon looms before them, and while everyone is pondering whether to swing a second hammer or find another method, a manual on dragon‑slaying tailored to the problem appears just at hand.

Moreover, after careful consideration and combining what they've seen and heard these past few days, the feasibility seems genuinely high—at least I'm willing to give it a try.

Who wrote this awesome book? I feel the pages are still warm—could it have just been printed?

The signature… Holy Light's God's Chosen·Ji Ming? Hey, is that the person I know?

I think our church, from ancient times to now, probably hasn't had a second God's Chosen with such a strange name.

The ordinary cultivators instantly felt they'd found a treasure, believing that with this manual they must today stomp that idiot villager who left them speechless in yesterday's debate into the ground.

Meanwhile, those who are somewhat clearer‑headed, whose life ambition at least is to become a wise bishop, begin to ponder, figuring they'll have to go find Ji Ming later to whisper a few matters.

Besides the fame from Shuijing recommending Xu Shu and Xu Shu recommending Wolong, as long as I report it upward, no matter how you say it, it counts as me having helped them.

Hey, once you're riding high, you ought to kick something back to your little brother, right?

Unfortunately, Tenisi had already guessed their plan, and in the name of congratulations he announced that he had immediately sent the good news of our church's new doctrine to the Holy Mountain.

Wah wah wah, good good good, wah wah wah, this is truly great news!

Watching them cry and laugh, mainly laughing, the heads of the various dioceses displayed astonishing control of their facial muscles.

Only then did Ji Ming realize: perhaps the archbishop's haste also had a hint of 'not letting the fertile water flow to outsiders'.

In short, with this effective remedy, the previously near‑stagnant work of purging the evil god resumed smoothly, and no one anymore worried about whether Ji Ming was still present.

Everyone, hurry up and finish the assigned tasks then go home—my son's birthday is next week...

Yeah, I'm getting married next month too, so let's work steadily and earn more!

Exactly, there's no profit to be made anyway, so let's finish early and disperse.

Ji Ming: Damn, you just discard it after use, right? And that tree flag—can you rein yourself in a bit?

While he was beginning to pack his things, preparing to return to a solo state, the Wind‑Shadow Marquis, who had been busy these days anxiously trying to restore his rule over his territory, rushed back to the main city in a flurry.

Lord God's Chosen, I heard you're leaving? Why the rush? You hardly came; can't you stay a few days?

Ji Ming smiled faintly at the words, thinking inside: I had a meal here, ended up almost assassinated once, did two rounds of high‑intensity overtime, and if I stayed another two days I'd really fear causing more trouble.

But what he said out loud was still more pleasant.

Haha, if fate wills it we'll meet again; I'll definitely come back someday.

Then that's good, that's good...

He muttered to himself a couple of sentences, then the Wind‑Shadow Marquis suddenly asked.

Lord God's Chosen, I recall you're from Sunshine City, right? Then how much do you know about the Pioneers?

I am their father, their son or grandson; my personal status shifts as their gameplay experience changes...

Well, that definitely can't be said.

So, considering it's probably to save face, even if the deities don't mind, the Holy Light Church hasn't made public the fact that Ji Ming is actually also a God's Chosen of Sovereign over All Spirits, hence his answer is.

The Pioneers are otherworldly travelers summoned by the Soul Holy See; I have some connection with the See, so I also share a bit of good affinity with them.

I see, then I can rest easy!

The Wind‑Shadow Marquis' face lit up instantly, and he asked Ji Ming about the matter he had been pondering for days.

So you surely know, those firearms… they really have no threshold, anyone can use them, right?

？？？

Ji Ming had thought he was coming to ask for that happiness formula to compensate his wife; hearing this, he raised an eyebrow in doubt and spoke frankly.

The threshold, well, there definitely still is one, after all firearms are essentially machinery; becoming proficient takes time and talent, and without ammunition they're hardly different from a fire‑stick, so…

But the Wind‑Shadow Marquis cut him off.

No, no, no, thank you, Lord God's Chosen! Actually I wasn't asking about that; I wanted to ask…

Saying this, he lowered his voice.

It truly doesn't require the user to master any magic to work properly and inflict damage on a target, does it?

That remark was worth pondering, so Ji Ming gazed at his eyes until the Marquis could no longer keep a straight face, then he smiled sheepishly.

Lord God's Chosen, I too am like one who, having been bitten by a snake once, fears wells for ten years; as a man who loves family and career, I… uh… could actually… well, something like this could happen… you need to understand me.