The Superintendent Election

As soon as Protector Yuan finished speaking, the tension on the Eight Trigrams Platform escalated. Just as Yang Qianhuan was about to step forward to criticize, he suddenly tilted his head under his hood and looked towards the direction of the Imperial City.

Song Qing and the others did the same.

Two figures broke through the air, bringing with them a whistling sound, and landed on the Eight Trigrams Platform of the Bureau of Astronomy.

The man on the left is dressed in a blue robe embroidered with cloud patterns, wearing leather boots, with a beautiful jade pendant hanging from his waist, its ornaments jingling. He has handsome features and an extraordinary demeanor. The man on the right is dressed in bright yellow casual clothes, dressed as a man, with a refined and beautiful appearance that exudes majesty.

Xu Qi'an and Huai Qing arrived to oversee the overall situation (watching the play).

Upon seeing the two arrive together, the white-robed Warlock immediately became animated, discussing amongst themselves.

"His Majesty and Young Master Xu have arrived! That's wonderful! Finally, someone has come to take charge."

The white-robed Warlock behind Sun Xuanji said happily.

"Hmph, Xu Yinluo is a talent in our field of Alchemy; he will definitely help Senior Brother Song get the position of Supervisor."

The Alchemist were full of confidence.

"Xu Yinluo and our Senior Sister Zhong have an ambiguous relationship. I don't need to say more about who will hold the position of Supervisor."

"That's what Zhong Li's supporters said."

Some people breathed a sigh of relief:

"Xu Yinluo has finally arrived. We don't need to be so worried anymore."

Inviting Senior Sister Zhong to such a large gathering is extremely risky; a stampede, a mass suicide Warlock Bureau of Astronomy, or a meteorite impact on the Eight Trigrams Platform could happen at any moment.

"Damn it, Xu Yinluo keeps stealing our Senior Brother Yang's fortuitous opportunity. He definitely won't tolerate his greatest enemy taking the position of Supervisor."

Yang Qianhuan's henchmen inherited his "hatred" for Xu Qi'an.

"Hey, who's having an ambiguous relationship with Zhong Li? How dare you insult someone's reputation out of thin air?" Xu Qi'an's gaze swept over the group of white-robed Warlock, pausing for a moment on the timid boys and teenagers behind Chu Caiwei. He thought to himself, "Caiwei has finally taken on disciples."

He gestured with his hand, and the commotion among the white-robed Warlock around him subsided.

"Didn't I say that the position of Supervisor is of great importance? His Majesty needs to think carefully before making a decision. You should not be impatient," Xu Qi'an comforted him.

Yang Qianhuan coughed and said slowly:

"If Heaven hadn't created me, Yang Qianhuan!"

The white-robed Warlock behind him said in unison:

"The Great Feng has been shrouded in eternal darkness."

After reciting the slogan, Yang Qianhuan said:

"A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day, Bureau of Astronomy cannot be without its director. Knowing that Your Majesty is finding it difficult to make a decision, we will make the decision on your behalf."

Xu Qi'an reminded him:

"Don't forget, the Supervisor is not dead yet!"

He was met with silence from the white-robed Warlock, who either pretended not to hear or pretended to look around at the scenery.

Good heavens, I feel sorry for the supervisor and think that life is not worth living. Xu Qi'an stopped mentioning the matter and turned to look at Huaiqing.

The most powerful woman in Great Feng nodded slightly.

Xu Qi'an immediately said:

What do you want?

He realized that none of the disciples under the supervision of the supervisor were willing to submit to each other. In the past, with the Heavenly Fate Master keeping them in check, they were generally able to live in peace.

Now, the supervisor is traveling the world with the desolate one, and it's unknown when he'll return, or even if he will.

Without the suppression of the Director of the Imperial Observatory, the Warlock groups within the Bureau of Astronomy began to fight amongst themselves.

Song Qing said calmly:

"We intend to select a person of high moral character and prestige today to succeed as the Director of the Imperial Household Department. Young Master Xu, Your Majesty, this matter still requires your judgment and impartiality."

The white-robed Warlock all looked over. In their view, Xu Yinluo was a highly respected person, and it was the most reasonable and convincing way to have him choose the supervisor.

The premise is that Xu Yinluo chooses the senior brothers or sisters they surround.

Huaiqing transmitted his voice:

"The Warlock in the Bureau of Astronomy are divided into various factions, and none of them are willing to submit to the others. It will take forever to elect a leader. No matter who becomes the head of the observatory, there will always be people who are Qi Ingestion. What can you do?"

The Empress seemed to be saying, "This matter is too complicated for me to handle; I'm leaving it to you."

Huaiqing also had a headache dealing with the Bureau of Astronomy, because these people were different from the officials in the imperial court, who could be negotiated with, compromised with, or coerced.

Warlock, however, are completely unmoved by this.

The emperor's power can only make them respect you, but it cannot make them obey you.

To be fair, she would definitely choose her best friend Chu Caiwei, but from the perspective of an emperor, she also believed that choosing Sun Xuanji would be more beneficial to the overall situation.

But no matter who she chooses, the others will not yield.

"I do have an idea that we can give," Xu Qi'an replied telepathically.

Huaiqing's eyes brightened slightly as he silently awaited.

Xu Qi'an looked around at everyone and said:

"As Senior Brother Song just said, the position of Supervisor should be held by a person of high moral character and prestige. What does it mean to be of high moral character and prestige? In my humble opinion, the person recommended by everyone is the one who is respected by the people and is of high moral character and prestige."

"Isn't that obvious? If we could choose them, why would we need you?" the Warlock thought to themselves.

Xu Qi'an frowned slightly. Although Xu Qi'an had kicked the hot potato back to the Bureau of Astronomy, the problem was not solved.

"Please don't be anxious, everyone!"

Xu Qi'an said with a smile:

"Anyone who wants to succeed as the Director can step forward and try to persuade their fellow disciples to garner support. Whoever gets the most votes will be the next Director. That way, there's no need for anyone to fight over it anymore."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Warlock brightened.

They understood Xu Qi'an's meaning: to break the deadlock, they could win over fellow disciples from other factions and make them their supporters.

Then, the most popular candidate will be chosen to serve as the supervisor.

But they quickly realized this was somewhat frivolous, too opportunistic. What if they regretted electing a supervisor for short-term gains later?

In the future, similar troubles to today will still occur.

Huaiqing had thought of the same things the Warlock could think of, but she didn't offer any opinions and waited for further developments.

Xu Qi'an continued:

"However, a time limit must be set. The nominated supervisor can only serve for three years, with each three-year term lasting three years. After the term is up, a new supervisor must be nominated."

Instantly, the Warlock ' last worry was resolved.

Xu Qi'an's suggestion was unanimously approved by everyone.

"Then let Senior Brother Sun set an example." Seeing that no one objected, Xu Qi'an immediately said:

"Forgive my bluntness, but Sun Xuanji, as the second disciple of the Director of the Imperial Observatory and the only extraordinary expert in the Bureau of Astronomy at present, is the best successor to the position of Director, both in terms of cultivation and status."

"Senior Brother Sun, come out and say something!"

After he finished speaking, he received a telepathic message from Protector Yuan:

What should I do?

Having no experience with this kind of thing, Senior Brother Sun didn't know how to start the conversation for a moment.

Xu Qi'an bypassed Protector Yuan and directly transmitted his voice to Sun Xuanji:

"Make promises to your junior brothers, try to move them, and get their support."

For example, free medical care, lower tax standards, and the responsibility of children's education being borne by the Bureau of Astronomy, which he added to his mind for his own amusement.

Sun Xuanji nodded and stepped forward with Protector Yuan. The latter first stared at Senior Brother Sun for a moment, then nodded, and looked around at everyone, saying loudly:

"I promise that as long as everyone supports me in becoming the Supervisor, I will lead them to glory and will never disgrace the name of the Warlock or the Supervisor."

Having said that, Protector Yuan retreated.

Gone?! Xu Qi'an felt a chill in his heart.

The group of people in white remained silent; the atmosphere was somewhat tense.

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath and, following the order of seniority, said:

"Next, please let Senior Brother Yang speak."

A Warlock behind Yang Qianhuan stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Xu Qi'an and Huai Qing, and said calmly:

"In my opinion, the position of Supervisor should not only be held by a person of high moral character and prestige, but also by someone with the integrity and demeanor of a true Supervisor. First of all..."

At this point, he turned around, showing the back of his head to everyone, and said calmly:

Learn to turn your back on everyone!

"Although Senior Brother Sun is an extraordinary expert, his appearance, height, and temperament are all too ordinary. In my opinion, he does not fit the image of a supervisor."

This means that Senior Brother Sun is ugly. Are you choosing a supervisor or a beauty pageant Xu Qi'an looked around at the Warlock and found that they all had expressions of agreement. Even the Warlock behind Sun Xuanji looked ashamed.

It was as if to say: Senior Brother Sun looks so ordinary, yet he is so confident. We, his supporters, feel deeply sorry!

Xu Qi'an looked at the expressionless Sun Xuanji again and thought to himself, "Now is the time for Protector Yuan to show off his skills."

Unfortunately, having learned from past mistakes, Protector Yuan restrained himself from looking at Sun Xuanji, thus preventing him from losing control and reading minds.

The man in white continued, "On the other hand, our Senior Brother Yang has True Disciple of our Master Supervisor. His demeanor and image make him the perfect candidate for the position of Supervisor."

Yang Qianhuan stood with her hands behind her back, unmoved.

"Fellow disciples, you must choose Senior Brother Yang."

Having said that, the white-robed Warlock, feeling he had performed well, withdrew.

Stop showing off! Where are your empty promises? Xu Qi'an was full of complaints.

Next, Song Qing stepped forward. This master of time management, the ruler of dark circles under his eyes, slowly scanned the assembled Warlock, and loudly proclaimed:

"I promise you, my fellow disciples, that if you elect me as the Director, I will provide you with an inexhaustible supply of silver for alchemical experiments. You will never have to worry about money again; all the income of the Bureau of Astronomy will be used to support alchemical experiments."

After finishing speaking, Song Qing glanced confidently at the white-robed Warlock.

With such generous terms and such tempting rewards, who could resist such an allure?

Any Warlock should know who to choose as the supervisor.

Clap clap clap. The Alchemist clapped excitedly, feeling that Senior Brother Song was electricity, light, and the only myth.

Senior Brother Song returned to his seat, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Xu Qi'an then looked at Zhong Li.

Zhong Li, her hair disheveled, secretly glanced at Xu Qi'an through her messy strands and whispered:

I abstain.

"Whether you abstain or not, if you become the Director of the Astronomical Bureau, the Bureau of Astronomy might be dismissed from the Great Feng the very next day because of a meteorite impact; none of the Bureau of Astronomy's Warlock survived." Xu Qi'an shook his head.

Then, he looked at Chu Caiwei and her underage followers.

The children had clearly never experienced anything like this before, and some of them were timid and scared.

"Junior Sister Caiwei, is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Chu Caiwei's almond-shaped eyes darted around, and she put her hands on her hips, saying loudly:

"Since you all elected me as the Director, I will take out the silver from the Bureau of Astronomy's treasury and treat you all to lavish meals every day, letting you sample all the delicacies of the Central Plains."

Song Qing and Yang Qianhuan chuckled.

Sun Xuanji and Zhong Li shook their heads slightly.

The Warlock burst into laughter.

The Boy Scouts behind Chu Caiwei blushed and lowered their heads in shame.

"Alright, let's begin the nomination process. Everyone, write down your ideal candidate for the Chief Supervisor on a piece of paper, and His Majesty and I will tally the results!"

Xu Qi'an just wanted to get this mess over with as soon as possible.

In the deep sea, the enormous monster glides silently, like a lifeless corpse, needing no paddling, propelled forward automatically by the current.

"The God of Witchcraft?"

The supervisor laughed:

"Historically speaking, He was a figure who rose to prominence after the Daoist Master disappeared. Why are you asking this?"

The desolate landscape floated silently, its voice reaching directly into the long horn, saying:

"He reminds me of someone, a very interesting little fellow, a human slave that 'Gua' kept back then. 'Gua' wiped out his people, killed his father, and humiliated his mother and sisters, but he spared him, torturing and humiliating him every day for his own amusement."

"This guy, 'Gua,' is an oddball even among Gods and Devils. I'm not surprised by anything he does; it's probably just that the years have been too long and he's had too much boredom."

"But later I found out that 'Gua' passed on the art of divination to that guy. Yeah, the existence of the gatekeeper was divined by 'Gua'."

The supervisor said:

"You suspect that the sorcerer god is that human slave?"

He said in a nonchalant tone:

"Otherwise, the divination techniques of the Sorcerer System couldn't be so powerful. But the Wizard God could also be a descendant of that human slave. Who knows? Back then, he was just a nobody. I wouldn't pay attention to an ant."

The supervisor joked:

"But after countless years, that ant grew into your greatest rival. In that sense, the Witch God is actually more ancient than the Dao Venerable, only he isn't as exceptionally gifted."

It's not surprising that the Witch God possessed an extraordinary lifespan and was an extraordinary powerhouse during the Dao Venerable era.

After a long silence, neither the human nor the Gods and Devils spoke again.

The supervisor suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong?" Huang asked.

"I was just thinking that if I had to pick a relatively reliable one from among my disciples to take the position of supervisor, it turns out it was her." The supervisor's tone was complicated.

The capital city.

At the Bureau of Astronomy, on the Eight Trigrams Platform, Xu Qi'an unfolded the last slip of paper and said:

Yang Qianhuan has accumulated 40 votes; Song Qing has accumulated 55 votes; Sun Xuanji has accumulated 48 votes; Zhong Li has accumulated 30 votes; Chu Caiwei has accumulated 123 votes.

"The third-generation supervisor will be Chu Caiwei. Let's give her a round of applause!"

The Eight Trigrams Platform was completely silent.

Song Qing stared blankly, sitting motionless.

Zhong Li looked up in surprise and gazed at Chu Caiwei on the other side.

Sun Xuanji remained silent, her expression blank.

Yang Qianhuan remained motionless, like a statue.

Huaiqing was also quite surprised, not expecting that the one appointed as the supervisor would be Chu Caiwei, the weakest among the supervisor's disciples.

Chu Caiwei looked bewildered, thinking to herself, "So I was so respected and admired in the Bureau of Astronomy?"

How come I didn't know?

As expected, it was her. Xu Qi'an sighed; he had actually guessed it already.

Huaiqing seemed lost in thought. Seeing his expression, she transmitted her voice:

You guessed it?

Xu Qi'an replied irritably via telepathy:

"These idiots, apart from Caiwei, didn't listen to a word I said."

Running for president—no, for a leader—is all about making empty promises.