Infinite Professions

"It’s over!"

The grand battle concluded, and outside the void, a group of teachers finally relaxed.

They knew that the outcome of this competition was no longer in doubt.

The only matter now was...

"Such prowess..."

"Shen Hex!"

"Tier Six!"

"Celestial Traveler!"

"Yunlan Star!"

As they viewed the registration information from the Divine Martial Celestial Secret, the teachers murmured among themselves, their eyes full of suspicion and speculation.

Strange happenings always harbor mysteries!

The words from Long Jianfei earlier, though unpleasant, were not entirely baseless.

Such strength, such talent, choosing not to go to the Imperial Capital, Divine Martial Celestial Palace, or any of the super first-class academies, but instead to the Xingyi Martial Mansion, which barely reached first-class level, seemed odd in every way.

Moreover, his origins were shrouded in questions since it’s unlikely for a True Dragon to thrive in shallow waters. Yunlan Star, being a newly established colonial planet, is resource-scarce; how could it produce such a figure?

These factors prompted some suspicion and speculation, much like the review process at the Special Bureau Headquarters.

There’s no choice; the Empire’s long history coupled with the pervasive infiltration of the Evil God pushes everyone towards a natural skepticism and caution for abnormal matters.

Yet, suspicion aside, this prodigy can absolutely not be turned away by the academy.

This was the reason for the current silent consensus among everyone.

You may harbor doubts, but cannot voice them; they must remain buried for future examination.

With no substantial evidence, mere skepticism falls under the category of "presuming guilt," which not only lacks conviction but also sows discord and risks enmity with a future Martial God.

Thus, after the initial expressions of doubt, silence fell over the crowd, none daring to draw a hasty conclusion.

Thankfully, just then...

"Boom!!!"

A divine thought entered the arena, radiant like the sun, brilliantly vivid.

"Lord Dongjun!"

Everyone quickly paid their respects upon seeing this.

A Martial God had arrived!

This special recruitment competition had three examiners, with "Lord Dongjun" being one of them.

As Dongjun descended, his divine thought spread, projecting clear communication even without physical presence materializing.

"Such power is indeed remarkable!"

"His cultivation foundation should be at the Tenth Transformation."

"Yet winning so decisively this time wasn’t merely due to foundational cultivation; rather it was his mastery and invocation of the great trend of Heaven and Earth that mattered most."

"As the term ’Celestial Traveler’ suggests, one walks and acts on behalf of Heaven. It’s by this professional power that he mastered the great trend, commanding the Ten Directions Primordial Spirits to not only replenish and repair his own body but to unleash formidable aggression, as shown by that Thunderbolt Righteous Law just now."

"Though leaning on professional power, it’s still within the competition rules; overcoming many with few, decisively victorious, very impressive indeed. I’ve decided to reward him extra points, what do you think?"

The speech carried a finalizing weight.

Silence persisted momentarily, before everyone collectively voiced, "We are of the same thought!"

Celestial Traveler?

Professional Power?

This just barely made sense.

Yet, it was by a slim margin it was explained at all.

A single profession can’t wholly account for all the peculiarities and unusual manifestations associated with him.

But when a Martial God says so, who could refute?

Everyone present, one after another, understood the evident implication of Dongjun’s words.

It’s an invocation, backing him up; pushing all exceptional manifestations of this battle and that individual’s many mysteries onto the unchallengeable grounds of professional power, rendering it logical.

Even concluding, that his foundation is merely the Tenth Transformation, and that victory hinged entirely on his profession’s mastery over the great trend of Heaven and Earth.

It’s a clear attempt to obscure; though he emerged victorious, the power of Heaven is crucial, his foundation plays a significant role too, as manipulating Heaven is not easily done, posing considerable burden on his divine soul and body—how could his foundation possibly be just at the Tenth Transformation?

The Eleventh or even Twelfth Transformation is a reasonable stance.

Moreover, disregarding foundations, there are martial arts combat skills and magical techniques and divine techniques like the Celestial Gate Qi Shield among many methods—surely these aren’t entirely products of the "Celestial Traveler" profession?

Too many aspects fail to cohere; a Tier Four profession cannot possibly cover everything.

Dongjun’s decision is a declaration of intent, to endorse and shield him, dimming his brilliance while rationalizing his power.

A Martial God’s stance clearly dictates Xingyi Martial Mansion’s intention without further ambiguity.

This individual—they’re determined to secure!

As martial mansion instructors, none at this juncture dared stand apart; everyone collectively chose to be cooperative to enable this affair.

"Then it’s settled."

Dongjun acknowledged, without further words, his divine thought vanished swiftly, leaving no trace.

And in a seamless flow, everyone commenced subsequent tasks.

Thus...

Radiant divine light blazed like the sun, reaching the secret realm’s center.

At the core, two were waiting.

As the divine light descended, a proud figure emerged, casually approaching the pair.

They looked at her, smiling, "Sister, you seem rather eager; is success assured?"

"Ha!"

Nine Yang Dance laughed heartily, "With both brothers having practiced for years, amassing vast wisdom, possessing disciples as myriad as passing fish, among them countless youthful talents, surely you can afford to wait patiently and select leisurely, while someone like me, newly progressing and lacking in foundation, alone and thus naturally needing to act with some speed—surely elder brothers, virtue esteemed, would not take what I favor?"