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Is Chapter 13 out of power?

[Old Immortal Chen has retired]

His official hat and spirit-testing stick were placed on the large table in the duty room; I saw them every day!

However, I waited day after day, but the garrison commander's appointment never came.

Is it because my performance wasn't good enough?

I've decided to increase the number of inspections from three to five per day. It just means walking a little more, doing a little more work, and getting a little less sleep.

Even so, I still have plenty of time.

I even have time to help Old Du from the river ditch clean his small boat every day.

I even have time to keep the inspection room spotless every day.

I even had time to show the newcomer, Chen Zongmin, the patrol route.

Even so, I worked from spring to summer, and from autumn to winter.

A year has passed, and I still haven't received the appointment from the garrison commander.

Is it because I didn't know the proper etiquette and didn't give a gift?

That day I took a day off and rushed home to see my parents.

For the past few years, my father has been making shoes, and my mother has been washing clothes.

But they were happy every day.

They were even happier to see me back.

They were even happier eating with me.

But I don't understand why they were unhappy when I asked them to take out their savings to give to the garrison commander.

The mother cried.

This was the first time in many years that my father had scolded me, telling me to stop having unrealistic dreams.

I ran back to the inspection room.

My parents spent their entire lives as lowly people in the outer suburbs, but their vision was too narrow. They couldn't bear to part with their savings, and they couldn't understand my excellence or my circumstances.

I doubt the garrison commander would even be interested in my family's gifts.

Why hasn't an appointment been made yet?

Is it because I haven't yet achieved anything significant?

Opportunities to make meritorious contributions are not something that can be obtained just by chance.

I've decided to work diligently and steadily.

I patrol five times a day, clean the small boat for Old Du at the river ditch every day, keep the patrol station spotless, and familiarize Chen Zongmin with the patrol route every day.

And so, two more springs and two more winters passed.

That celestial official's hat has been sitting in the duty room for three years.

Old Du from Hecaofang is about to retire.

Chen Zongmin was already familiar with the inspection route.

I overheard someone say that Chen Zongmin would compete with me; I just want to laugh.

This guy is too lazy; he hasn't done any inspections for a year.

I was on patrol while he was sleeping in the duty room.

While he was visiting people and chatting, I was on inspection duty.

What makes him qualified to be a celestial official?

As the days went by, I noticed a small whirlpool appearing in the Ling River during my inspection that day.

[I looked at it for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that my chance to make a contribution had finally arrived!]

The senior members of the guard room once mentioned that such a small vortex is a once-in-a-century occurrence, but once encountered, it can destroy a great formation for a hundred years.

It's a funnel of spiritual energy; it will keep spinning, getting bigger and faster, swirling larger and faster.

If left unchecked, the entire array's core could be breached in no time!

I jumped into the Spirit River, bent down to feel my way to the riverbed, and stuck my hand into the small whirlpool! I blocked it!

[It hurts so much! ]

I don't know if the skin is torn, the flesh is rotten, or the bone is broken!

But I'm happy! The more serious the injury, the greater the contribution!

The seniors and the garrison commander arrived just in time, the small whirlpool was finally stopped, and my hand was saved.

When I recovered from my injuries and returned to the patrol room, I saw the official hat on Chen Zongmin's head.

Another stone slab has been examined. Whew…

A cool breeze blows.

Wu Yun frowned.

"Why does this plot seem so familiar?"

He quickly pieced together the remaining few pieces, piecing together the key details.

I said Chen Zongmin is not suitable to be a celestial official. He has never seen the seasons of the array's core, has never dealt with the ice jams of the Spirit River, and doesn't know which valve in the array's core is rusted or which valve is leaking.

The garrison commander said that by wearing that celestial official's hat, all knowledge about the structure, operation, and maintenance of this array would be imprinted in his mind, as if it were innate. Why couldn't he become a celestial official?

[I said Chen Zongmin is not suitable to be a celestial official. He cannot see the fluctuations of spiritual energy, smell its scent, or hear its tides. How can someone who is blind and deaf to spiritual energy be a celestial official?]

The garrison commander said that by grasping that spirit-measuring staff, all the spiritual energy within this array would be exposed to him, and the spiritual energy within a three-zhang radius would follow the staff, at his command. With such power in hand, why couldn't he become a celestial official?

Upon seeing this, Wu Yun suddenly realized!
"Hat, corresponding knowledge."

"Immortal artifacts correspond to authority."

"To possess knowledge and power, one becomes a celestial official?"

I said Chen Zongmin is not suitable to be a celestial official; his qualifications are too shallow, and he has not made any meritorious contributions!

[Since the important thing is the hat, and who's under it doesn't matter—I've done good deeds, so why can't I have the hat?]

The garrison commander was puzzled and asked me what merits I had rendered.

[Chen Zongmin, though less experienced, once blocked the whirlpool of the Spirit River with his left hand; he was the one who rose to the position of Heavenly Official based on his merits.]

[Sir, are you mistaken? I was the one who blocked the whirlpool, and I'm the one who deserves the credit!]

I asked Chen Zongmin, and he was also puzzled, saying that he was the one who blocked the whirlpool.

I asked the seniors, and they were also puzzled, saying that Chen Zongmin clearly blocked the vortex, and they saw it with their own eyes.

I'll go ask Old Du from the riverside house!

Old Du is about to retire, and he's also very puzzled, saying that Chen Zongming clearly blocked the whirlpool, and he saw it with his own eyes.

I've been helping Lao Du level up his ship for three years. Lao Du is my friend; he wouldn't lie to me.

So, was Chen Zongmin really the one who blocked the whirlpool?

【Oh】

Am I remembering it wrong?

How could you possibly misremember something like this?

It took me a long time to understand.

[The person who might be blocking the whirlpool is indeed Chen Zongmin]

As for me, I'm probably insane.

After reading this, Wu Yun's mood became increasingly strange.

"Their social atmosphere is really quite bad."

Then look inside: dozens of hats that had just dried, a large pile of round jugs, a bundle of iron bars…

"Is this the celestial official's hat that guy has been longing for his whole life?"

"Is the iron rod a spirit-testing rod?"

Wu Yun stepped forward, picked up a hat, examined it from left to right, and touched the brass button in the center of the hat.

"Will wearing it grant me knowledge corresponding to the official ranks of celestial officials?"

He carefully inspected the inside of the hat to make sure there were no barbs or sharp objects before cautiously and slowly putting it on.

I took another closer look.

"What about knowledge?"

There's nothing there...

Mink also took one and, imitating the boss, put the hat on its head... The hat was too big, and its head was too small, so it looked like a big helmet on its head.

"Can you feel it?"

Mink Circle shook its head.

"Ow..."

Wu Yun tried several more times, but to no avail.

"well?

"Is the power out?"

(End of this chapter)