Chapter 16: The Bureau of Historical Revision Was Shocked
The Bureau of Historical Revision?
If he had heard this before today, he would have thought it was some sort of archaeological institution.
But after experiencing the diseased long river of history, and with the other party directly mentioning Pan’an Old Street, it was highly likely to confirm...
An extraordinary organization with an official background had arrived.
An organization like the Rice God of Wealth Church, which wielded supernatural power, had not yet dominated the real world—this indicated the existence of an even stronger force maintaining order and suppressing chaos.
Jiang Yan felt calm at the arrival of the authorities, or rather...
The fish had finally taken the bait.
After all, having been accidentally dragged into the Borderland of Desolation, then disappearing and suddenly reappearing, he would definitely leave traces.
And in order not to expose the power of the Dark God Embryo in front of that woman, he had even carried back Commander Lu’s severed arm and the Dragon Banner to the hotel.
Jiangnan Province was known nationwide for its Skynet surveillance system. However, in a mountainous county like this, it wasn’t hard for Jiang Yan to find blind spots in the surveillance. But he hadn’t bothered—he had walked back openly and righteously.
It was all to make himself appear within the official's field of vision.
That way, when the mysterious woman from the Rice God of Wealth Church made a move against him, she would have to be more cautious.
In fact, leveraging external forces wasn’t exactly a clever tactic, but it was a form of self-rescue for someone in a weaker position. Waiting for death wasn’t his style.
Besides that, Jiang Yan also wanted to learn more about this extraordinary world.
He had never been in contact with the inner world in over twenty years. If he recklessly sought it out, most likely nothing would come of it.
At best, he would bump into a sinister group like the Rice God of Wealth—walking into a trap.
In every era, the authorities always possessed the most talents, resources, and information channels.
He wasn’t some anti-social lunatic. He had a clean record.
Even the Rice God of Wealth Church had valued his bountiful spirituality and invited him to become the chief officiant.
Although it was unclear whether that meant becoming a bishop-level priest or the main sacrificial offering, it still proved that he was a genius.
As long as the organization wasn’t one that drained the lake to catch fish, they would surely reach out to him proactively, either to recruit or observe him.
Then he’d have a chance to reap the benefits.
As for them demanding he join...
Asking for your help ≠ I must join you.
That inequality was decisive.
He would observe them first. Even if he joined, it wouldn’t affect Jiang Yan much—after all, relying on a big tree offered good shade.
As for suppression or targeting—there was no need to worry.
With the Dark God Embryo talent, given enough time, he would have endless offspring. That would be the real ultimate “faction.”
His stage was the entire long river of history!
However, Jiang Yan had been cultivating the Lamp-Igniting Method until late at night, and neither the woman from the Rice God of Wealth Church nor the authorities had appeared.
Only a Lady of the Mountain, who fancied his appearance, had shown up.
He had thought he had gone unnoticed and was about to give up on making contact with the authorities.
Yet unexpectedly, they had now arrived!
From the way they knocked on the door and asked if they could come in, it was clear that the authorities held a friendly stance toward rogue extraordinaries.
Still, to prevent any demons in disguise, he peered through the peephole—only to see a black “little mountain.”
It was a man nearly two meters tall, with a thick beard and a burly, imposing presence. His eyes were like covered bronze bells. He wore a Ming-style scholar’s robe, exquisitely crafted with high-quality fabric.
Even on his large frame, it wasn’t tight-fitting, showing it had been custom-made.
What drew the most attention, however... was his pair of long, smooth, delicate hands—utterly mismatched with his appearance, free of any calluses. Online, they would be considered top-tier hand models.
Yet the overall impression he gave was like...
A Xiongnu barbarian beyond the Great Wall, now donned in Han attire and composing poetry.
Sensing Jiang Yan’s gaze, the man took a step back and showed a gentle smile through the peephole on his otherwise stern face, signaling he meant no harm.
Beside him stood a girl in a red and white Ming-style Hanfu. Her upper garment was a moon-white standing-collar short blouse. Her lower skirt, a red horse-face skirt, looked as though dyed in evening glow.
The hidden silver thread patterns shimmered with her every step—like the Milky Way falling into the mortal world.
She had delicate features, with dark red pupils. Her crimson hair was tied into twin buns, adding a touch of youthful charm.
Two small bells, painted with cinnabar talismans, hung from her hair. She wore matching talisman earrings on her glowing white earlobes.
Her red eyes were lowered, expression indifferent, carrying a calm and distant aura, as if nothing in the world could catch her attention.
Their life lamps weren’t as clear as the Lady of the Mountain’s—instead, they were extremely faint, with only a glimpse of blazing flames visible.
Compared to the Lady of the Mountain, they were on a whole different level.
It could be confirmed that they were not ordinary people.
Click. The door opened.
Jiang Yan stood at the entrance, looking at the two people in front of him, and took the initiative, “What is the Bureau of Historical Revision? How do you prove your identity?”
Since they had come to him, there was no need to play house anymore—better to get straight to the point.
“The Bureau of Historical Revision is a supernatural organization under the Tianxia Alliance.
It is responsible for correcting diseased history and eliminating diseased creatures that descend into the present world from the long river of history.
My name is Ba Lie, this is my assistant Zhao Yinman.
These are our IDs; you can verify them with the public security office.”
Ba Lie spoke, pulling out two identification booklets from his chest and handing them over.
Jiang Yan reached out and accepted them.
With a light touch of his fingers, he could already tell the craftsmanship was not simple.
The surface of the ID was embroidered with five golden characters: “Bureau of Historical Revision.”
On the inside cover was a line of text that made his eyes pause slightly.
[The road to correcting history is lonely. Hope rests on your shoulders. The world is yours, and the future belongs to the newborn sun.]
A short sentence, yet it conveyed a weighty sense of expectation.
Flipping further, he saw both their photos and the official stamp of the Tianxia Alliance. Ba Lie was marked as the head of the Pan’an County branch.
A leader!
Jiang Yan nodded and asked, “Mr. Ba Lie, Ms. Zhao Yinman, what brings you to me?”
Ba Lie didn’t respond immediately.
Instead, he opened the photo album on his phone, swiped a few times, then turned the screen toward Jiang Yan.
“This is...”
Jiang Yan looked surprised, because the image shown was none other than Old Street.
However, in the photo, the once-bustling tourist street had turned into ruins.
It looked exactly like the wreckage formed from the battle between Commander Lu and the Large Rat Guard when he left the Borderland of Desolation.
When did it become like this?
Seeing Jiang Yan’s reaction, Ba Lie understood and explained:
“Just an hour ago, Old Street suddenly collapsed. Fortunately, it was late at night and not a residential area, so there were no casualties.
But we found traces of the long river of history impacting reality. We immediately retrieved the cloud surveillance footage and saw that you, Mr. Jiang, disappeared for ten seconds at 1:17 p.m. before reappearing, and you had a Dragon Banner and a massive severed limb with you.
If I’m not mistaken, you should be a History Walker.
Let me be clear—we’re not here to cause you trouble. On the contrary, we want to thank you for protecting the people of Pan’an County from diseased creatures. We just want to understand what happened inside.
We’ll also apply for a reward for you—around one million. If you’re willing to hand over diseased creature materials, the amount could be even higher.
It’s okay if you’re not willing, as long as it doesn’t end up in the hands of ordinary people. Just send me your bank account once the investigation is over.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan nodded and decisively shared everything that happened in the Borderland—about the Rice God of Wealth Church, the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s Commander Lu, how he was chased by Vajravārāhī Cavalry, how he hid in a cellar, awakened his talent, and fought back.
He only concealed the existence of the Dark God Embryo, instead claiming it was a Spirit Pet summoning ability.
Ba Lie took out a notebook to record. When he heard about the Rice God of Wealth Church, he frowned and muttered, “As expected, scum like them.”
Learning that Jiang Yan was possibly a natural spirit body, he looked at him with growing admiration.
But when he heard about the talent awakening...
“Wait a minute!”
Snap—the pen in his hand broke, ink staining his fingers. His previously composed expression instantly froze.
Beside him, Zhao Yinman, who had been indifferent and disengaged from everything, lifted her downcast eyes and looked toward Jiang Yan.
At that moment, Ba Lie felt dry-mouthed, suppressing his excitement and trying to maintain a calm tone:
“You’re saying, on your first entry into a diseased historical domain, you killed ten full teams of Vajravārāhī Cavalry, had a Large Rat Guard at Foundation Establishment killed via proxy, and snatched the Dragon Banner and one hand of a peak Foundation Establishment Commander Lu from the Corpse-Dissolution Court?”
“Yes.” Jiang Yan nodded.
Upon receiving confirmation, Ba Lie immediately cast aside the investigation mission and stared intently at Jiang Yan, nervously asking:
“What rating did you get upon completing the mission?”
“Grade A-Plus,” Jiang Yan replied.
The words struck like thunder in Ba Lie’s ears. His mind went blank, leaving only one thought:
This man is the future big boss!