Chen Zhao gripped the Stone of Inspiration and the needle bounced up.
But this time, the needle also reached the top.
Everyone's eyes almost popped out.
The limit of 1,000 still couldn't measure Chen Zhao's strength?
When they looked at Chen Zhao, there was more respect in their eyes.
Jollinash's face was full of disappointment.
She'd had a sliver of hope at first.
Maybe the gap wasn't that big and she could still catch up.
But when she saw the pointer, her mood instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
The gap was too huge. As the president, she was on a completely different level.
"Jolag, why didn't you adjust it higher?" West complained.
"It's not that I didn't want to, but the Stone of Inspiration's magic conductivity has a threshold. Beyond that, it can't be measured anymore. 1,000 is the same as 10,000."
"That means you're not good enough. Keep working hard," West said. "Next time, make an electronic display. This needle isn't accurate at all."
"Let's not talk about this first," Chen Zhao said. "Have you accepted any missions in the past two days?"
"President, there aren't that many missions. It's not something we can accept just because we want to."
"Chen, what kind of missions are they?" Gaia asked.
"Usually, it's some paranormal event or supernatural event," Wang Yao said.
In fact, most of the supernatural incidents were fake. Most of them were psychological effects of some people.
Only a small portion of them were truly paranormal incidents, and out of this small portion of paranormal incidents, only a tenth of them were malicious.
Just like how tumors were different from benign and malignant, supernatural events were also divided into malicious and benign ones.
The so-called benign paranormal incidents were mainly the pranks of some spirit bodies.
Although they would bring trouble to people, they weren't fatal and the danger was very low.
A small number of supernatural events were malicious. The troublemakers were evil spirits.
Many victims were either dead or injured. Both independent spiritualists and organizations like the Supernatural Organization worked hard to eliminate these evil spirits and stop the events.
"Speaking of supernatural events, there seems to be one above my gym recently, but I'm not sure if it's real or not."
"Oh? What supernatural event? "
"Do you remember the boxing gym that Zanla Douglas opened?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Ever since you broke Zanla Douglas' arms, the boxing club's business has plummeted."
Everyone looked at Chen Zhao, trying to guess the person whose arms had been broken.
How did he offend Chen Zhao?
"A month ago, his boxing gym caught fire, and Zanla Douglas died in the fire."
"And then?"
"A few days ago, a student who used to be in the boxing dojo entered the burnt boxing dojo. Then, he heard terrifying sounds coming from the boxing dojo. It sounded like someone was punching non-stop, but he couldn't see anyone."
Gaia gave him a meaningful look. "If there's really a ghost, it's probably Zanla Douglas. Chen, are you going to get rid of him?"
"Not interested," Chen Zhao said.
No one was too surprised by his answer.
An evil spirit was nothing to Chen Zhao.
A centuries-old witch spirit couldn't even last one round against Chen Zhao.
A regular evil spirit probably couldn't even take a sneeze from Chen Zhao.
Gaia, on the other hand, was very interested. She discussed with everyone about going on an adventure tonight.
"West, Gaia's a member now. Help her with the procedures. I'll go back first."
The so-called procedures were signing a contract.
Just like the contract Chen Zhao had signed earlier.
They were the Supernatural Organization. Of course, they wouldn't use a regular contract.
After returning home, Chen Zhao ran to the top of the internal alchemy at the center of the lake to meditate and cultivate the Qingyi Manual.
This was the only way he could improve his magic power right now.
But Chen Zhao was never a patient person.
In the past four months, he had only cultivated the Qingyi Manual a few times.
The rich spiritual qi around him was actually very beneficial to his cultivation.
It was like a swimmer. In Africa, where water was scarce, it was almost impossible for an athlete to beat an athlete from another continent.
It was the same for spiritual qi. For spiritualists, it was as important as water for swimmers.
Practicing one's posture on dry land was far less effective than practicing one's speed in the water.
However, living in such an environment, Chen Zhao spent most of his time floating in the water and letting himself be.
It was rare that he would actively cultivate the Qingyi Manual today. Under the control of the Qingyi Manual, the magic (spiritual power) in his body flowed continuously and blended with the spiritual qi in the surroundings.
It was time to play finance again …
His own magic absorbed the essence in the air and strengthened itself before returning to his body.
Then he breathed out murky air. This cycle continued.
The cultivation process was very boring.
As expected, he lost his patience after cultivating for half an hour.
No, it was only half an hour. He couldn't be lazy.
He changed his position and continued cultivating.
Cultivation didn't have to be done by meditating. At least, the Qingyi Manual didn't have to.
In fact, any position was fine.
Lying on the internal alchemy, Chen Zhao started cultivating again.
Suddenly, he felt traces of spiritual qi from the internal alchemy seeping into his skin.
He hadn't felt it when he was sitting on the internal alchemy, but now that his skin was pressed against it, the feeling was very obvious.
Then … Then he fell asleep.
When Chen Zhao woke up, it was Fali who got off work. Seeing him sleeping on the internal alchemy, she woke him up.
"Chen, is it that good to sleep on that ball? I called you a few times before you woke up. "
"Yeah, you can lie on it when you're free. It's really good to sleep."
Fali knew that the ball was special. She didn't know how Chen Zhao had put it there.
But she didn't know what it was used for.
Just then, Chen Zhao received a call from Winnip.
"Chen, someone wants to buy your wine. Are you selling it?"
"What? Someone really wants to buy it? "Chen Zhao's eyes almost fell to the ground.
"Yes."
"Of course," Chen Zhao said without hesitation. "That's one hundred million dollars."
"Are you sure they won't sue me and my supermarket?"
"Don't worry. The wine is definitely worth the money."
Chen Zhao was so happy that he almost jumped up. It was sold!
One hundred million dollars! That was one hundred million dollars!
Of course, he'd sold it legally. It definitely wouldn't be one hundred million.
It was a luxury item, so he had to pay a 40% luxury tax.
"Chen, why are you so happy?"
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