One person: Fusion [Luo], a completely unlicensed black doctor

Not long after.

The "NaDuTong" company held its third meeting.

This meeting was very unusual.

Those people who came to the company for this meeting were not only the heads of various regions and senior executives of the company, but also the "Ten Elders" of the supernatural world.

According to common sense.

The company belongs to a semi-official organization.

His role has always been that of a 'notary,' and he does not interfere in the fighting and killing within the world of supernatural beings.

Instead, they would indirectly contact the "Ten Elders" and use their methods to quell certain matters.

Therefore, under normal circumstances

The company does not have much contact with the "Ten Elders".

And they will also deliberately keep their distance.

...

In a large conference room,

The long table that is usually used for meetings has been replaced by a large round table.

A round table, with no distinction between main and secondary members.

This small change subtly reveals the company's attitude this time.

"Speak your mind freely, there's no need to be reserved."

but,

Imagine a round table with one empty seat.

And everyone who was seated was waiting for someone to arrive.

until...

A slightly overweight middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt and square-framed glasses, walked in.

Zhao Fangxu.

This person walked in.

The company's senior executives, regional managers, and even the "Ten Elders" who were seated all stood up at the same time.

To show respect.

Zhao Fangxu, who had deliberately stood outside the door for a while, put on an apologetic smile and raised his arm to press down.

"Excuse me, everyone, please have a seat. I'm late."

The words fell.

Everyone sat down together.

Then,

An impatient voice rang out first in the meeting room.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here, old folks like us, to give us some instructions?"

The one who spoke was Wang Ai, who had a fake smile on his face.

Zhao Fangxu scanned the crowd one by one and spoke softly:

"Old Master Wang, you flatter us. There is only one thing I need to discuss with everyone here."

"The Celestial Master's descent from the mountain to wipe out the Quanxing Sect has had a rather negative impact. The company cannot sit idly by and ignore this matter. However, considering the Celestial Master's motives and his highly respected status, we have invited everyone here to discuss this matter together."

"Of course, the Old Master is a senior figure in the world of supernatural beings, and the company is taking a conservative approach to this matter. So we thought of the 'Ten Elders' present here to discuss how to deal with the Old Master."

After he finished speaking...

This caused a slight change in the expression of the 'Ten Elders' present.

The company... has to play peacemaker again.

They stopped pretending altogether and simply used the word "handle" to describe the old master, dumping the mess at the top level directly on the "Ten Elders".

He naturally took a seat behind the scenes.

However, none of the 'Ten Elders' refuted Zhao Fangxu's words.

This approach is probably the most appropriate so far.

Both the Taoist priest and the company wield immense power.

If an agreement cannot be reached, it will trigger a series of reactions.

Instead, having these "Ten Elders" mediate and discuss a solution together would actually help to resolve the matter smoothly.

But then,

The 'Ten Elders' belatedly realized what was happening and suddenly exchanged glances at each other at the same time...

If the company is only doing this for this reason...

It seems unnecessary to summon them all this time; simply giving them a notification would suffice.

The four major families... Lu, Wang, Lü, Gao, Tianxia Hui... Feng Zhenghao, Xigu Pavilion... Na Ruhu, Jianghu Xiaozhan... Muyou, Shuzimen... Chen Jinkui, Shaolin... Master Jiekong, and even Guan Shihua, who hasn't shown up for a long time.

They were the ones who gathered here.

It is not a 'company'.

It was Zhao Fangxu who personally invited him!

This is wrong...

Lu Jin spoke slowly at this moment.

"Mr. Zhao, did you gather us here today solely for the matter of the Old Celestial Master?"

Zhao Fangxu shook his head.

He asked Lu Jin a question.

"Grandpa Lu, you're quite old, one of the few remaining elders in the entire world of supernatural beings. There's something I'd like to ask you..."

Lu Jin was puzzled, but still politely said:

"Excuse me."

The words fell.

The remaining "Ten Elders" keenly noticed a change in the eyes of the company's senior executives present...

This change... is very strange!

It seemed that they would have a big reaction after the next question was asked.

Zhao Fangxu adjusted his glasses, paused for a few seconds, and then asked in a deliberately casual tone:

"Those were the Eight Extraordinary Skills from back then...were there only eight?"

The words fell.

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Eight magical skills...

These three words were uttered.

It touched the hearts of almost half of the 'Ten Elders'.

Lu Jin was slightly taken aback.

Wang Ai's eyes twitched, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on her cane.

Feng Zhenghao looked bewildered.

Lü Ci lowered his head...

Xigu Pavilion...that tiger, with a strange expression.

"The Art of Techniques..." Chen Jinkui's eyes flashed.

A living fossil of Northeast China... A sudden realization flashed in Guan Shihua's eyes.

The heads of the major regions all showed a subconscious change in their expressions.

Inside the meeting room, apart from a few senior company executives, everyone else had different expressions.

Without him,

The question Zhao Fangxu just asked was so strange that it left one with no way to think about it further.

The Eight Extraordinary Skills... Are there really eight?

This is almost the same principle as asking whether one plus one equals two.

But Zhao Fangxu asked this question in an extremely serious tone.

His tone... carried a subtle sense of oppression.

Lu Jin was slightly taken aback, then frowned and asked:

"Mr. Zhao, what do you mean by that?"

They noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere inside the meeting room.

Zhao Fangxu smiled slightly, his tone softening.

"Grandpa Lu, don't overthink it, it's just the literal meaning."

Lu Jin met Zhao Fangxu's gaze, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of the man's words. After a moment, he pondered and said:

"The Eight Extraordinary Techniques... literally, they are eight heaven-defying skills. Ever since this thing appeared, the saying of 'eight extraordinary techniques' has been circulating, and among them is my 'Heaven-Reaching Talisman'..."

He spoke the truth.

The crowd reacted naturally, tacitly accepting this statement.

Because this is very public information.

But then,

Lu Jin seemed to have thought of something, and continued coldly:

"Of course, besides the 'Eight Extraordinary Techniques,' the 'Divine Spirit' mastered by the demon Wugensheng is no less unsolvable than the Eight Extraordinary Techniques."

This view was also accepted by many people.

In this world, deities and spirits are almost like a bug in the system.

It can dissolve all 'qi'.

Against him, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot use your abilities and will be like an ordinary person.

Zhao Fangxu nodded, then suddenly asked a question.

"Grandpa Lu, if I remember correctly, the 'Tongtian Talisman' on you was passed down to you by Zheng Zibu, a highly accomplished disciple of the Shangqing School of Maoshan, right?"

Lu Jin nodded slowly.

"Yes."

This is no secret; many people know it.

The Eight Extraordinary Skills were the only things Zheng Zibu entrusted to him before his death.

That's when it all started.

The "Ten Elders" present, as well as the heads of several regions, were starting to have some questions.

What is Zhao Fangxu trying to say?

They were asking about 'open secrets' that everyone already knows.

What's there to say?

These are all old, outdated things.

Why does this person seem to be going in circles?