Chapter 162: Corpse of a Fallen Deity

No matter how hard Ye Zong tried, he could never have imagined that Du Fang was actually such a miser.
Did a Dream Weaver... really need to worry about money?
Such worry was simply entirely unnecessary!
With Du Fang possessing combat power roughly equivalent to a national-level Dream Weaver, making money should be effortless, right?
As long as Du Fang dropped the slightest hint, the financial conglomerates of the Great Xia Nation would likely be tripping over themselves to send him money.
Moreover, money wasn't actually all that useful to Dream Weavers; what they needed far more were resources.
Just as described in the salary and benefits package, a monthly salary of one hundred thousand was nothing; the truly massive bulk actually came from the provision of Dream Spirit Springs and Taboo Artifacts...
If these two were converted into monetary value, it would amount to millions per month!
"Enough, stop talking to me about money. I'm not interested in money," Ye Zong said.
Du Fang smiled. As expected of the President-General, possessing great wealth and power, yet entirely uninterested in money—truly enviable.
Suddenly, Du Fang hatched a small goal.
That was to one day sit in the President-General's chair held by Ye Zong and experience what it felt like to live a life uninterested in money.
Secretary Lisa withdrew from the office once again.
Ye Zong looked at Du Fang and slowly said, "Calling you here this time is mainly to introduce you to the upcoming Competition of the Top Scholars."
"I once promised to arrange an opportunity for you to enter that nation-ruining grade dream disaster, and now, that opportunity has arrived."
Ye Zong said.
Du Fang was slightly stunned, and then his eyes brightened a little. Naturally, he knew which nation-ruining grade dream disaster Ye Zong was referring to.
It should be the original version of the dream disaster template previously used in the rookie Dream Weaver invitational tournament.
That was, that bizarre nation-ruining grade dream disaster.
His wife's red embroidered shoes
were inside this dream disaster!
Du Fang still remembered a task, which was to retrieve the red embroidered shoes he had given to his wife!
Entering the capital this time, Du Fang's original plan had indeed included visiting this dream disaster.
After all, he had personally promised his wife that he would bring back the real red embroidered shoes.
"I plan to set the venue for this year's Competition of the Top Scholars within this nation-ruining grade dream disaster."
Ye Zong crossed his hands, placed them flat on the desk, and looked calmly at Du Fang as he spoke.
"This decision carries huge risks, but I feel that compared to you sneaking into that nation-ruining grade dream disaster alone, my arrangement is much safer for you."
"By the way, there is some news I need to tell you in advance."
"Today, this nation-ruining grade dream disaster has become the center of the storm... and the focus of attention for countries around the world."
"Do you know why?"
Ye Zong said in a low voice.
Du Fang was taken aback, never expecting that this dream disaster would actually attract worldwide attention.
That shouldn't be the case, right? Nation-ruining grade dream disasters were not uncommon in the world; among the major powers, nation-ruining grade dream disasters seemed to occur frequently.
Furthermore, above nation-ruining grade dream disasters, there were seemingly even more terrifying unsolvable grade dream disasters!
Those were the most terrifying dream disasters,
and the ones that should command the world's attention, right?
Du Fang truly couldn't think of a reason.
"Because... someone once discovered not only rivers condensed from Dream Spirit Springs within that dream disaster, but also... the corpse of a Fallen God."
Ye Zong said.
The corpse of a Fallen God?
Du Fang took a deep breath.
"That's right, a real Fallen God corpse, not just the willful power of a Fallen God!"
"This Fallen God corpse can be brought back from the dream disaster and materialized into reality!"

Ye Zong seemed to sense Du Fang's shock and decided to stoke the flames further.
Du Fang's eyes narrowed, and instantly he grasped the severity of the matter.
He was no fool and knew very well just how precious a Fallen God corpse capable of materializing into reality truly was!
Additionally, Du Fang harbored a deeper concern.
Could it be...
That Fallen God corpse was his wife's physical body?!
Of course, this was merely a possibility.
Because his wife's hand had been retrieved by the Black Dragon King from a mobile dream disaster outside Jiangling City,
Du Fang had always surmised that his wife's physical body might exist within a dream disaster outside Jiangling City.
However, since the red embroidered shoes existed within this dream disaster in the capital, it was hard to say for sure;
perhaps his wife's physical body really could be here!
"What does this have to do with setting the venue for the Competition of the Top Scholars inside this dream disaster?"
Du Fang asked.
Ye Zong smiled. "Of course, setting the venue for the Competition of the Top Scholars here increases the danger significantly, but for outstanding rookie Dream Weavers, it is a valuable opportunity for training."
"You'll understand when you get there, though the training effect will likely be limited for you."
Du Fang looked at Ye Zong. He possessed good self-awareness; President-General Ye Zong changing the venue for the Competition of the Top Scholars specifically for him definitely had a purpose.
"What does the President need me to do?"
Du Fang asked.
Ye Zong nodded. "Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous."
"This nation-ruining grade dream disaster is said to enshroud a small mountain village, but in reality, the world within the dream is vast and somewhat ethereal. However, apart from the mountain village, everything else is enveloped by a ring of gray fog."
"The Fallen God corpse once appeared, drifting like rootless duckweed across a vast sea, appearing within the gray fog."
"If you want to find the Fallen God corpse, you also need to enter the gray fog."
"Doesn't your body contain a Fallen God? I hope that once you enter the dream disaster, you will take a trip into the gray fog. Fallen Gods have a unique attraction to other Fallen Gods, so you will definitely be able to locate the Fallen God corpse."
"You don't need to bring it out, because you might not be able to, and bringing it out might not be a good thing either. You only need to determine its location and plant a Dream Spirit Coordinate."
Ye Zong said with a smile.
"Why choose me?" Du Fang frowned.
"As far as I know, within the Dream Weaver Association, aren't there other Dream Weavers who harbor Fallen Gods within their bodies?"
Ye Zong stood up and paced to the window. "There are, a few, but I don't trust them."
"Or rather, I don't trust the Fallen Gods within them."
"Those Dream Weavers utilize the power of Fallen Gods and possess formidable strength, but their relationship with the Fallen Gods is more akin to that of businessmen."
"Businessmen are heartless and could flip at any moment over the slightest profit."
"As for the Fallen Gods, the existence of a Fallen God corpse... is an immense temptation, a supreme tonic. Even if only their wills remain, they would go mad for a true Fallen God corpse."
"Therefore, they cannot hold back those crazed Fallen Gods." Ye Zong said.
Du Fang understood the implication behind his words. On another level, it meant that Ye Zong trusted the relationship between Du Fang and the Fallen Gods within his body.
It was not a simple relationship of transactional businessmen.
"Do you trust me just like that? Aren't you afraid that I too might fail to control those Fallen Gods, and in the end, have them devour the Fallen God corpse?"
Du Fang looked at Ye Zong and asked indifferently.
Ye Zong smiled, not probing into Du Fang's use of "them," as if he had long known that Du Fang harbored multiple Fallen Gods within his body.
"You won't flip, I trust you. Besides, the number of Fallen Gods within your body is relatively large, which only increases the accuracy of localization."
"Moreover, what I trust is not just you alone."
Ye Zong smiled mysteriously.
Even Du Fang himself was left completely baffled.
This weighty trust made Du Fang feel a bit strange.
Did Ye Zong know something?

"Alright, that's enough for now. Go back and think about it. If you choose to come, gather at Dream Weaver Tower tomorrow morning."
"The rookie top scholars from other provinces will also be waiting at Dream Weaver Tower tomorrow morning."
Ye Zong stood up, patted Du Fang's shoulder, and gave him time to consider.
He did not forcibly compel Du Fang to agree; when doing such things, mutual willingness was of the utmost importance.
Du Fang said nothing more and walked out of the office.
Secretary Lisa led the way ahead, guiding Du Fang all the way toward the elevator.
Standing inside his office, Ye Zong paced toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
"The Fallen God corpse... all sides are probing, all wanting to obtain it first, but it must never fall into their hands."
"Otherwise, the Great Xia Nation will face unprecedented chaos and challenges."
Facing the impending global cataclysm,
other countries around the world chose to assimilate, but Ye Zong was unwilling, because the price of assimilation was simply too high.
Perhaps tens of thousands of people would die,
and the country might even cease to be a country.
Therefore, Ye Zong chose to stand firm and guard!
Ye Zong looked down from above at the entire expanse of the capital.
The bustling capital was completely captured within Ye Zong's view,
yet within his eyes, there was far more than just this city.
What he wanted to protect
was the entire nation.
...
...
With a smile on her face, Lisa clicked her high heels and brought Du Fang to the elevator entrance.
She stretched out a finger with polished, glossy nails and pressed the elevator button for Du Fang.
"This is the first time I've ever seen the President invite a rookie Dream Weaver to his office for such a serious, detailed discussion."
Lisa said with a smile, genuinely amazed by Du Fang's striking looks.
"Weren't you still having doubts about the salary and benefits for the Dream City rank? If you have any questions, you can come ask me, and I can answer them all. My job requires me to be very familiar with these."
Lisa covered her mouth and chuckled, her laughter causing a billowing wave of motion.
For Du Fang, who was already long accustomed to the billowing waves of the aunties, this scene didn't feel too uncomfortable.
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Just as Lisa intended to gesture for Du Fang to enter,
her movements paused slightly.
Her golden hair fluttered continuously under the influence of a powerful aura.
Lisa looked at the figure inside the elevator.
It was an elderly man with a Mediterranean hairline.
The old man wore a white work uniform and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Beside the old man stood a face very familiar to Du Fang,
whose gloating gaze was cast directly onto Du Fang's face.
It was none other than Zhu Hao, the head of the Research Office, whose face had been beaten to a swelling pulp by Du Fang's single punch.
"Where do you think you're going? You're not going anywhere."
The old man cast a faint glance at Du Fang, his voice booming like a great bell.
"Since you beat someone from the Research Office, you have to give this old man an explanation."