Chapter 180 - 97 - Burning Divinity, Several Big Pancakes (5k)

Jiang Yanyan’s eyes were filled with shock, his skull sunken in from the blows, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his whole brain seemed rattled by a blunt weapon—yet he actually wasn’t dead!

Today, he’d truly seen something new. No wonder Brother Wen wouldn’t even go near it, and had repeatedly warned him to hit it as hard as he could.

Look, this is what on-site teaching looks like.

The red-gold flames wrapped around the giant turtle, with wisps of white vapor seeping from its body, swirling and burning within the fire.

The giant turtle’s cries grew increasingly desperate.

"What’s that?"

"Brother Wen, that’s its divinity as a Water God."

Wen Yan nodded. Oh, so this is what it means to burn away divinity as punishment.

But after barely two minutes of burning, there was no more wispy vapor, and the giant turtle stopped screaming—this time, it was truly and thoroughly dead.

The flames gradually shrank, and only then did a savory roasted meat aroma begin to waft out.

Wen Yan stepped forward, seeing inside the thumb-sized fire, a tiny grain-like object, rolling in the flames.

He reached out, drew back the flames, and in his palm was an object the size of a grain of millet, looking like a gold grain.

That grain-sized thing actually felt heavy in his hand.

He rolled it back and forth, but couldn’t figure out what it was. He tried blessing it with Scorching Sun, but even Scorching Sun couldn’t bless it.

This was one of the rare things that couldn’t be blessed by Scorching Sun.

"Yanyan, do you recognize this thing?"

"No idea."

"Can you feel if it’s useful to you?"

"I don’t feel anything—no sensation at all from it."

Wen Yan was surprised. This was something refined from burning away divinity with Burning Body flame—Jiang Yanyan, a River God, actually couldn’t sense it?

And the effect of Burning Body was truly insane. It was just for punishment, but after two minutes it roasted a Water God to death and even refined its divinity.

"Feng Yao, do you recognize it?"

"No idea."

"Then look it up. What kind of thing looks like gold, is tiny, but feels heavy?"

Feng Yao hesitated, thinking, You think the Scorching Sun Department knows everything, huh?

He still opened his notebook to search. As expected, there was nothing—no record at all.

He rummaged in his bag, took out a small evidence pouch, and handed it to Wen Yan.

"Bag it up, otherwise, as tiny as it is, it’ll be lost before you know it."

Just as Wen Yan had packed away the little grain and stuffed it in his pocket, Cai Qidong’s car arrived.

As soon as he got out, spotting the giant turtle upside down on the ground, smelling the roasting meat in the air, Cai Qidong couldn’t help but say,

"Just killing it is fine, but this is an invasive species. Even if you want to eat it, at least take it back and stew it, right? Roasting it on the spot—aren’t you a bit too impatient?"

"Minister, you got it wrong, really—it’s just that this guy had a bit of Water God’s power, you couldn’t beat it to death at all, so we tried something else."

Wen Yan put on an innocent face. At the sight of that expression, Cai Qidong instinctively took two steps back.

"Forget it, just forget it. I’m not touching this. Doing harm as an evil demon, daring to attack our Scorching Sun Division Special Case Team’s expert, using a heretic body and even assaulting an officially recognized River God of the Divine Land—he totally deserved to die. You deal with it however you like."

Jiang Yanyan blinked his beady eyes, thinking, It didn’t attack him though.

But seeing Wen Yan say nothing, he clamped his mouth shut too—best say nothing at all.

He mulled it over inwardly—no wonder Granny Fox said the folks from Scorching Sun Department, especially those Ministers, have black hearts. Better watch out, or you’ll count the cash for them after they sell you out.

No wonder Brother Wen never wanted to officially join the Scorching Sun Department. The department heads really are ruthless.

He gingerly shifted himself, edging behind Wen Yan.

Cai Qidong ignored the giant turtle, instead looking at He Changfeng lying on the ground—now half-transparent but still not completely faded away.

He studied the features closely, frowning hard.

"Damn, it really is him. The guy’s portrait still hangs in Changfeng Group’s HQ. Last time I visited, I saw it myself."

Wen Yan kept up his innocent look, not saying a word, while Feng Yao looked serious, deep in thought, also silent.

Cai Qidong mulled things over, then smiled, walking forward and hooking Wen Yan by the arm.

"Wen Yan, do you wanna make big money?"

"Minister, my salary is more than enough—I can’t even spend it all." Alert bells shrieked in Wen Yan’s head, and he hurriedly put distance between them.

"But if you want to date, get married, you’ll need to buy a house—that’s not a small sum."

"Did a favor for someone, and they gave me a villa."

"That’s not even a good area—who would settle down somewhere like that?"

"Minister, you forget I work at the funeral home."

"Every day you open your window, you see a cemetery. Isn’t that just unnerving?"

"That’s not fair, Minister. It’s not a cemetery, just a few nice ghosts live there. Our Scorching Sun Department’s principle is to unite all forces we can. Minister, what you just said crosses a line—you’re discriminating against ghosts."

Cai Qidong choked for a second, thinking, Wen Yan’s gotten slick fast—can talk circles around me now. First time we met, there was a naive gleam in his eyes, hadn’t been tainted by the big bad world yet, and he was so reserved.

Didn’t expect that in just a short time, he’s turned into an old hand—he knows the drill, dodges and weaves whenever there’s a job coming.

Shame that Wen Yan isn’t a full-time field agent for Scorching Sun, just specially hired for the task force, not even an official secondment. Of course, he couldn’t be forced to take on any assignments.