159: Valhalla Conference

In the deepest part of the Hall of Valor, there was a south-facing conference room, illuminated by sunlight every day.

Because it was too ancient, weeds grew at the base of the walls, and even vines entwined around the rustic windows.

This room was filled with cracks left by time, yet no one repaired them, though it was kept very clean.

For nine hundred years since the Source Qi Revival, generation after generation of Human Race martyrs made one incredibly significant decision after another in this conference room, guiding the Human Race onto the correct Dao.

More than ten years had passed since the last meeting, and the Human Race had also been peaceful for more than ten years.

Today, over a dozen Human Race supreme powerhouses and highest authorities gathered around this dilapidated round wooden table.

President Leaf Yanan, the Lord of Jail, the Dean, Grand Secretary Liu, Emperor Wu Lingyun, and other top combatants were all present.

They had only one matter to discuss.

Xiao Fan!

Leaf Yanan sat quietly in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over all the powerhouses, his voice authoritative and deep: "If there are no surprises, Xiao Fan should be the seventh person to master that power."

"Although we haven't detected any fluctuations of that power until now, there are too many coincidences."

"Green Leaf City, Chen Changsheng, and the age all match up."

"On his seven-year-old talent assessment file, it clearly states one-star talent; if it weren't for the help of that power, he couldn't possibly possess his current strength."

"What do you all think?"

White Emperor Immortal, the Dean of Di Yi Academy, said indifferently: "My view is simple."

"Take back that power. As for whether Xi He or Ying Zheng takes it, that's their business."

Leaf Yanan looked at a kind old grandmother with white curly hair and smiled: "What does Senior Prophet think?"

The old grandmother took a sip of Longjing tea with goji berries and said with a chuckle: "Just let nature take its course..."

Upon hearing this, White Emperor Immortal's expression stiffened, and he said: "Senior Prophet, that power is no trifling matter."

"Have you seen a corner of the future?"

The old grandmother blew on her steaming Longjing tea and smiled, shaking her head: "No."

"This..." White Emperor Immortal took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Everyone can see from Xiao Fan's file."

"He is a decisive and ruthless person, and he can do anything for sufficiently great benefits, with no sense of belonging to the Human Race."

"Does this mean that if something unexpected happens in the future, he will truly stand on the side of humanity?"

At this moment, the Lord of Jail slowly spoke: "I can guarantee this point: he may not stand on the side of humanity, but he will definitely not stand on the side of the foreign races."

"Lord of Jail, why do you say that?" White Emperor Immortal raised an eyebrow.

"Disciple, come here and get to know these people."

The Lord of Jail's expression was calm. Outside the door, Ghost Seven's trembling legs turned to jelly. Looking at the powerhouses sitting around the round table, he was so frightened he almost fainted.

Who are all these big shots?

Oh, my good Master, how dare I speak to such great beings...

At this moment, the Lord of Jail smiled faintly: "Disciple... this one, strictly speaking, is your Junior Martial Uncle."

Upon hearing this, Ghost Seven's eyes nearly popped out in horror, because the Lord of Jail was pointing at White Emperor Immortal, the Dean of Di Yi Academy.

My Junior Martial Uncle?

Are you kidding me?

My heart can't take it!

White Emperor Immortal's expression also stiffened. The Lord of Jail's seniority was simply too high... so his Personal Disciple's seniority was higher than everyone present. If they were to truly rank by seniority, everyone would have to call Ghost Seven Junior Martial Uncle.

"Alright, tell us, why is it impossible for Xiao Fan to stand on the side of the foreign races." The Lord of Jail patted Ghost Seven's back, giving him a warm current and the confidence to stand tall.

But Ghost Seven was still timid. He lowered his head and said tremblingly, speaking very quickly: "In the fifth battle, my nightmare filtered out the most vulnerable part of Xiao Fan's memory."

"That part was his parents."

"Both of his parents were killed by foreign races, if according to the situation written in the file."

"Then as long as Xiao Fan has enough strength, he might kill all the foreign races."

"He absolutely cannot, for the sake of benefit, stand on the side of the enemies who killed his parents!"

Upon hearing this, White Emperor Immortal shook his head helplessly and said: "I'm not necessarily targeting Xiao Fan."

"It's just that power, it's a matter of great importance..."

At this moment, Zhou Tianlin, Grand Secretary Liu, who was known as the father of Source Fluid, snorted coldly and said: "It's all that Chen Changsheng's mess!

"If he hadn't acted recklessly back then, there wouldn't be so much trouble now!"

"In my opinion, everything should be brought back to normal!"

"Taiping Divine Sect, I don't know what they're thinking, we don't know which side the priest will ultimately stand on!"

"There are seven powers in total. Ying Zheng and Xi He have two, Xiao Fan has one, which only adds up to three."

"If Taiping Divine Sect stands on the side of the foreign races, then they will have four!"

"Ying Zheng and Xi He's positions are not problematic. To avoid any accidents, I firmly agree with the Dean's proposal to first extract that power and let Ying Zheng and Xi He decide the final owner themselves!"

Grand Secretary Liu said sarcastically: "Old Zhou, are you really thinking for the Human Race, or are you settling a personal score?"

"I remember back then, Chen Changsheng was... Tsk tsk tsk, never mind, never mind, someone's going to get anxious."

Zhou Tianlin's veins bulged on his forehead, and he said coldly: "Grand Secretary Liu, are you a woman? Why do you like to bring up old scores so much?"

"Heh heh, with a personal grudge, I don't quite believe that you stand with the Dean because of so-called selflessness..." Grand Secretary Liu smiled without smiling, his face full of ridicule.

Everyone present felt helpless. These two Grand Secretary Liu had been arguing since childhood, especially Liu Tianjiang, who was sarcastic all day long, which was truly disgusting.

Sure enough, Zhou Tianlin couldn't hold back. He slammed the table fiercely and angrily said: "Would I actually bother with a little brat!?

The table shook, and some of the Senior Prophet's Longjing tea spilled out, splashing onto her painstakingly knitted sweater.

The kind old grandmother's expression subtly changed. She gave Zhou Tianlin a cold glance, and the furious middle-aged man instantly shrank his neck, all his anger suddenly vanishing.

But everyone present knew that with the Senior Prophet's ability, how could she let the water spill?

Her attitude was very clear...

Finally, Leaf Yanan said faintly: "Let's vote by a show of hands."

"Those who choose to reclaim the power raise their hands; those who choose to let nature take its course do not move."

This time, everyone was a little nervous.

Time passed by minute by minute, and one by one, the big shots raised their hands.

Because if one considers it from a purely rational perspective, Xiao Fan's existence is not even necessary; what's important is that the power doesn't go awry and fall into the enemy's hands.

Emperor Wu Lingyun frowned. Looking at this situation, Xiao Fan was in danger.

He's the one who helped my grandson win... This won't do.

Ghost Seven was even more flustered. Xiao Fan wasn't a bad person, so why deprive him of his power? But seeing his Master's calm expression, and that Senior Prophet, who was also drinking tea indifferently, he inexplicably felt relieved!

But the final result made Ghost Seven's heart jump into his throat.

Nineteen people in total.

Ten raised their hands, nine did not.

Doesn't that mean Xiao Fan is finished?

He subtly clenched his fists, believing from the bottom of his heart that this was wrong. How could they decide a person's fate?

He looked at the Lord of Jail, his face full of distress, wanting to speak, but clearly knowing that he had no right to interfere in such matters. He could only lower his head sadly.

At this moment, Leaf Yanan was about to speak.

Everyone thought he was going to announce the result, but...

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, I forgot there was one more." Leaf Yanan chuckled self-deprecatingly, then opened the electronic projection device.

The screen flashed,

And the familiar beach attire appeared on the screen.

Chen Changsheng, wearing sunglasses, lay by a mysterious coastline, holding fresh watermelon juice in his hand, and said with a beaming smile: "All old acquaintances, huh."

"How many votes?"

"Ten to nine? Pretty close to what I guessed. Good thing I bribed some people in advance."

"Forget it, it's not important."

"Alright, I won't raise my hand. It's a tie."

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