"What are you looking at?"
"Being envious won’t help!"
Yan Hong whispered, "His martial arts talent is outstanding, and he’s caught Elder Zhan’s attention. In just a few years, he’s already at the third level of the Dao Realm."
Even though he was talking about Chen Xuan, in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel envious.
Not only him, but who in the Three Judicial Departnts doesn’t admire Zong Peng?
In a remote place like rMolan Mansion, who would’ve thought such a martial arts genius could erge?
"Why do I sense a bit of jealousy in your words?"
Chen Xuan teased.
"Get lost, get lost!"
Yan Hong rolled his eyes, "Let’s go, hurry up and get inside. Today, it seems like the list of Library Pavilion guardians is going to be announced."
At this mont, his expression turned hopeful.
"It seems so."
Chen Xuan also nodded slightly, recalling so information about the Library Pavilion guardians in his mind.
Guardian refers to defending the Library Pavilion of the Three Judicial Departnts.
It’s rotated once a month, with ten people each ti.
And the reason why Yan Hong is so excited is because... the cultivation speed in the Library Pavilion is at least dozens of tis faster than usual.
So, when it cos ti for the guardian rotation, everyone in the Three Judicial Departnts gets thrilled.
Last night, Ye Jinghong even said that to compensate Murong Chuan, he had paid a considerable price.
Because Murong Chuan has a high probability of being on the list this ti.
Of course, Yan Hong too.
The two of them quickened their pace and entered the Three Judicial Departnts.
...
The Three Judicial Departnts of the Imperial City are huge.
And naturally, there are many people.
Just those in white clothing are nearly a thousand.
Moreover, to beco one of the white-clad, one must at least be at the Mid-Stage Profound Realm.
Today is the day the guardian list is announced, considered a big day for the Three Judicial Departnts, so it’s especially lively.
At this mont, in the martial arts practice ground of the Three Judicial Departnts.
When Chen Xuan and Yan Hong arrived, there were already nearly a hundred people.
"Old Yan is here."
A man who looked like a middle-aged burly man in white greeted Yan Hong.
"Wow, Old Niu, you ca really early."
Yan Hong teased.
"Can’t help it, I’ve been waiting for nearly seven or eight years, and there are finally just about a hundred people left, so my chances are bigger. Haven’t slept for days and nights."
Old Niu’s eyes were bloodshot.
He had been in the Three Judicial Departnts for nearly ten years, but his talent was average, and he hadn’t achieved any significant accomplishnts.
So, for the past seven or eight years, the guardian role had nothing to do with him.
Fortunately, the Three Judicial Departnts are fairly fair, rotating every month.
And after becoming a guardian, one must wait until all the white-clad have been rotated before one can be on the list again.
This gives hope to those who are diocre.
After all, even if these people haven’t achieved much, they’ve worked diligently in the Three Judicial Departnts for many years, which counts as so effort.
This rule was revised when Zhan Tian beca the Minister of the Three Judicial Departnts.
Otherwise... this guardian role would have nothing to do with ordinary people like Old Niu.
Seven or eight years, always enduring.
This might have sothing to do with Zhan Tian’s own experiences.
He rose from the bottom step by step.
"Don’t worry, even if not this ti, it won’t be long for you."
Yan Hong comforted him with a word.
After all, now there are only a hundred or so people left in white clothing, and with a rotation every month, ten people each ti, at worst, it would be less than a year.
For Old Niu, it’s a twist of fate coming to an end.
"Yes... finally, it’s almost my turn."
Old Niu muttered, he had been stuck at the Late-Stage Profound Realm for a long ti, hoping to seize the opportunity as a guardian to break through to the Dao Realm.
If successful, then... gold-clad... wouldn’t be out of reach.
His treatnt and status would receive a significant boost.
anwhile, Chen Xuan’s gaze was directed toward the far left.
It was Zongzheng.
"With Zong Peng’s position and status, does he still need to compete with the white-clad for this slot?"
Because those in gold-clad and above could enter the Library Pavilion anyti with their contributions.
Especially for soone like Zong Peng, he could enter without contributing.
Bringing Zongzheng in shouldn’t be an issue, right?
Even though it’s sowhat unfair, in a world where might makes right, where is there absolute fairness?
"Look."
Old Niu gestured with his mouth, directing attention to Zongzheng’s side.
"Why is he here?"
Yan Hong raised his eyebrows, his expression imdiately turning displeased.
"Exactly, with Lord Zong Peng, he still insists on competing for slots with us, humph!"
Old Niu also let out a dissatisfied snort.
His voice wasn’t low, and everyone here was an expert in the Profound Realm, so they heard it clearly.
Zongzheng turned his head slightly towards this side, but his expression showed no change, then continued looking ahead.
Zong Peng could indeed bring him into the Library Pavilion, but it would consu contributions.
So he didn’t want to do that.
After all, entering the Library Pavilion for cultivation was more important for Zong Peng, and spending contributions on him would be a waste.
As for himself, he would just wait with the white-clad.
What others thought was none of his concern.
In a hall within the Three Judicial Departnts.
Wu Yue looked at the list of guardians this ti; these ten people usually perford quite acceptably.
However... he then looked up at the man standing in front of him, "Is Zongzheng not among them?"
"This..."
The man hesitated for a mont but quickly spoke, "After all, he entered the Imperial Capital Three Judicial Departnts too late. The subordinates and they discussed it and decided it’s better to wait a bit longer."
Among these ten, who hasn’t waited for more than five years?
How long has Zongzheng been here?
Moreover, he hasn’t achieved any rits for the Three Judicial Departnts, placing him on the list may easily cause disputes.
Wu Yue didn’t say much, picking up the pen from the table and adding Zongzheng’s na.
"Sir, this makes it more than ten."
The man reminded from the side.
"I know."
Wu Yue replied indifferently, then began pausing the pen tip over the nas of the previous ten people one by one.
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