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Chapter 392 [391] Promotion to Guangyuan Divine Envoy

Qinghan Mystic Palace.

Jinshan Palace.

Inside a secret palace.

“Buzz~”

The faint vibration of the mystic array running echoed within the vast palace.

Large patches of light blue water, both real and illusory, gushed out rapidly from above the mystic array, quickly submerging the ground.

“Splash!”

Waves of sound rang out.

Mystic Palace Lord Yun Changtian stood still for a few seconds, then immediately bowed his head respectfully, adopting a posture of awaiting a distinguished guest.

In an instant.

Dozens of meters ahead.

Large patches of ripples suddenly appeared.

A beautiful figure wearing a long blue dress quickly emerged from the ripples.

It was Divine General Lan Yun.

The gorgeous long dress worn by this subordinate was a completely new style that Palace Lord Yun had never seen before, just like the past hundreds of years.

Palace Lord Yun deftly performed a salute: "Greetings, Divine General!"

This Xuandu keenly noticed that Divine General Lan Yun's usually frosty face actually carried a rare hint of a smile.

His heart stirred, and he immediately had a guess.

Sure enough.

Divine General Lan Yun lightly parted her red lips and spoke a bombshell: "Divine Lord Zhang Han has issued a divine decree, the Fiery Eagle is of great use to the Wanhao Clan, this is a great achievement!

"From this day forward, Qinghan Mystic Palace will be promoted to a high-level Mystic Palace!"

Palace Lord Yun was stunned for a moment, then instantly overjoyed: "Thank you, Divine Lord, for your grace! Thank you, Divine General, for your grace!"

Xuandu had long expected that the Fiery Eagle would alarm the Divine Lord and even be specially discussed by the Galaxy Divine Tribunal, so the benefits for this Mystic Palace would not be small.

But he never expected that the harvest this time would be so great.

According to the rules of Divine City, the subordinate Mystic Palaces are divided into two different levels: ordinary Mystic Palaces and high-level Mystic Palaces.

The biggest difference between the two is that ordinary Mystic Palaces usually govern about one hundred small spirit realms, while high-level Mystic Palaces govern two hundred to four hundred small spirit realms.

Correspondingly.

The various resources that high-level Mystic Palaces obtain from Divine City are at least five times more than those of ordinary Mystic Palaces, which is equivalent to key support.

To give a simple example, the annual salary enjoyed by the Palace Lord of a high-level Mystic Palace is usually more than twice that of the Palace Lord of an ordinary Mystic Palace.

Divine General Lan Yun then explained the reason for the promotion: "According to my plan, Qinghan Mystic Palace will become one of the manufacturing centers for the Fiery Eagle.

"In the next ten years, Divine Palace will help Qinghan Mystic Palace cultivate at least two hundred spirit leaves, and relocate a large number of people to fully develop the manufacturing industry."

The smile on Palace Lord Yun's old face simply couldn't be stopped.

A huge profit!

Once this Mystic Palace becomes the manufacturing center for the Fiery Eagle, its future status will only become higher and higher, and his position as Palace Lord will become more and more promising.

This Xuandu suppressed his excitement and asked somewhat eagerly: "May I ask, Divine General, the Mystic Palace previously submitted a letter to Divine City, recommending Hall Master Cheng to serve as Deputy Palace Lord, I wonder what your opinion is?"

Xuandu knew very well that the Mystic Palace was able to "reserve" a manufacturing center quota entirely due to Hall Master Cheng alone.

If Hall Master Cheng ran away, the Mystic Palace's status would definitely be precarious.

Divine General Lan Yun smiled noncommittally: "For a Mystic Practitioner to serve as Deputy Palace Lord of a Mystic Palace, there is no precedent for this, let alone in Guangyuan Divine City, even in this realm."

Palace Lord Yun gritted his teeth and decisively went all out: "The speed at which a warrior pilots the Fiery Eagle can actually surpass that of an ordinary Mystic Ship.

"For a Mystic Practitioner to create such an epoch-making weapon, there seems to be no precedent for this in this realm.

"If that's the case, it wouldn't be impossible for Divine City to make an exception and grant a Mystic Practitioner the position of Deputy Palace Lord!"

Divine General Lan Yun narrowed her eyes, and the blue water waves fluctuated violently.

She said slowly: "Changtian, are you planning to teach a Divine General how to do things?"

Palace Lord Yun was so frightened that he trembled all over and quickly admitted his mistake: "This subordinate dares not!"

Divine General Lan Yun gave a small reprimand before slowly saying: "There is one point you said that is not wrong, since it is an extraordinary achievement, there should be extraordinary rewards."

She paused, and her tone became serious: "I have also drafted a divine decree, appointing Hall Master Cheng as Guangyuan Divine Envoy, concurrently serving as Deputy Palace Lord of Qinghan Mystic Palace."

The divine orders of divine-level powerhouses also have a strict hierarchy. The orders of divine generals are called "divine decrees", while the orders of divine lords are called "divine edicts."

When Palace Lord Yun heard the former appointment of "Guangyuan Divine Envoy", he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Bad news!

Guangyuan Divine City had indeed coveted Hall Master Cheng for a long time, and this time even Divine General Lan Yun couldn't help but personally take action to snatch him.

When Palace Lord Yun heard the latter appointment of "Deputy Palace Lord", his face couldn't help but twitch, and he felt even more helpless.

Why would a dignified Divine General need to tease a small Xuandu like me?

After a moment.

Palace Lord Yun suddenly came to his senses.

That's not right!

This dual appointment seems to be very particular.

The position of Guangyuan Divine Envoy is equivalent to placing the mark of Divine General Lan Yun on Hall Master Cheng, while the position of Deputy Palace Lord is to allow Hall Master Cheng to continue to stay in Qinghan Mystic Palace.

Tsk tsk!

It seems that Divine General Lan Yun is also worried that if Cheng Dianzhu is brought to Guangyuan Divine City, the other two Divine Generals guarding the Divine City might also have ideas.

For the sake of "safety", the Divine General specifically granted the position of Deputy Palace Lord.

Her mind is really too deep!

Truly worthy of being a Divine General!

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Taian Small Spirit Realm.

Scarlet Armor Branch.

Rooftop Garden.

The top of this giant palace, which is one hundred and twenty meters high, has a specially built "small" garden covering more than three acres.

It is called—Sky Garden.

Meaning a hanging garden.

At this moment.

Qian Yiqing and his wife were once again invited by their prospective son-in-law, and for the first time in their lives, they experienced dining in a garden eighty meters above the ground.

The sky was filled with the howling summer wind.

In the distance was the magnificent scenery of the small spirit realm.

Qinglin City, dozens of kilometers away, looked like a manor crawling at the foot of the branch hall.

Qian Yiqing sat at the luxurious dining table, picked up a crystal glass, took a sip of Ganlin wine, and looked out at the mountains and lands stretching out, feeling proud and satisfied.

Just yesterday.

Yu Wei, the chief executive of Qinglin City, was first detained in the Tianjing Hall prison, and then formally removed from the position of chief executive.

It is said that this person committed a serious crime and will be executed by blood-devouring punishment soon.

He had specifically inquired about it, and this was an extremely terrible punishment.

Simply put, the blood vines are used to cruelly drain most of the blood from the whole body, and then use it as nourishment to cultivate the seeds of the blood vines in the body.

It is said that this set of cruel punishments usually lasts for two or three days, and the victim tastes the ultimate pain before finally dying.

After Yu Wei was dismissed, the main officials of the major official offices in Qinglin City took the initiative to visit.

“Gudu!”

Qian Yiqing took another sip of wine, recalling the feeling of being licked by a group of senior officials, and truly felt a sense of "the pinnacle of life".

Hehe!

Having a good son-in-law is so cool!

Just then.

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a finger quickly poke his waist.

He immediately heard his wife's deliberately lowered voice: "This is not home, pay attention to your manners!"

Qian Yiqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly sat up straighter, adjusting the fingers holding the wine glass.

He picked up a piece of unknown precious ingredient with his chopsticks, and unconsciously glanced at his prospective son-in-law.

The latter was sitting in a lazy posture, talking softly to his daughter, with a shallow smile on his heroic face.

The complacency in Qian Yiqing's eyes disappeared, replaced by full of envy.

The prospective son-in-law is the master of the Scarlet Armor Hall and a big figure in the Mystic Palace. Rules such as dining etiquette are never used to restrain big figures.

But he is just a guest. If he doesn't do well somewhere, the servants serving the meal around him won't say anything on the surface, but they will definitely mutter a few words in their hearts.

After a few seconds.

Hurried footsteps sounded.

Qian Yiqing subconsciously turned his head and glanced, and immediately saw a familiar figure—Zhao Qihuan, the steward Mystic Practitioner of the Scarlet Armor Hall.

While chewing on the delicacies in his mouth, he watched Steward Zhao walk to his prospective son-in-law and report his work in a low voice.

Qian Yiqing pricked up his ears, trying to capture the voices of the people opposite him.

Unfortunately, the luxurious dining table was a full six meters long, and the sound of the wind in the sky was a bit loud, so Qian Yiqing didn't hear anything.

The middle-aged man only saw that his daughter's expression became more and more surprised, and finally she opened her mouth wide.

Qian Yiqing's curiosity suddenly swelled to the extreme.

What exactly did Steward Zhao say that made Qingqing so surprised?

Not just him.

Even Mrs. Qian stopped eating.

The next moment.

His curiosity was satisfied.

Because his daughter asked directly.

"Cheng Han, what happened in the Mystic Palace? Why are so many Mystic Masters sending you messages through the Mystic Array?"

The prospective son-in-law's voice floated over: "What else could it be? I guess the news that I was appointed as the Deputy Palace Lord by the Divine City has spread."

“Clang!”

The metal chopsticks in Qian Yiqing's hand fell on the dining table all of a sudden, and his eyes were about to pop out.

My God!

This time.

Mrs. Qian did not blame her husband for his rudeness.

Because she herself asked in a lost voice: "Little Han, are you going to be the Deputy Palace Lord of the Mystic Palace?!"

As for Qian Changyun, his mouth was wide open, and even a piece of meat fell out of his mouth, but the child didn't even notice.

Zhao Qihuan, who was next to him, explained to his superior: "Yesterday, Palace Lord Yun recommended Hall Master to serve as Deputy Palace Lord to the Divine General, and the appointment should be approved today."

The Mystic Practitioner paused, his tone full of deep emotion: "Appointing a Mystic Practitioner as Deputy Palace Lord is the first time this has happened in Qinghan Mystic Palace."

The family was instantly petrified.

Cheng Han glanced at the sluggish Qingqing and said with a smile, returning to the topic just now: "According to the rules of the Mystic Palace, the Deputy Palace Lord cannot concurrently serve as Hall Master.

"I must resign from the several positions I hold as Hall Master. Palace Lord Yun defaults that these institutions are within my jurisdiction. Other Mystic Masters can only obtain the position of Hall Master with my recommendation."

He couldn't help but shook his head: "What a pile of troubles."

Zhao Qihuan's face couldn't help but twitch.

This is called "troubles"?

What a high position and great power the dignified Deputy Palace Lord of the Mystic Palace is. If this is also a trouble, then all the Mystic Practitioners and Mystic Masters in the world would wish to be entangled in these troubles every day.