Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 287 - 126: Unity of Heaven and Man, Extraordinary Admission Ticket!

Chapter 287: Chapter 126: Unity of Heaven and Man, Extraordinary Admission Ticket!

The originally neat formation seemed to have been pushed by an invisible hand, leaving only the vacant seats in the front row.

And Ding Yishan... was sitting firmly in that leading position!

This...

Many people’s expressions changed suddenly, and their fingers holding the pen tightened abruptly.

While the change of seats may not completely equate to the distribution of power in the Outer City, in this meeting room symbolizing the decision-making core of Happiness City, the front and back positions represent the weight of one’s words and the level of attention received.

How many years has it been?

Since Cheng Wu left, the position of the Inspection Station has retreated time and time again.

From the front to the end, and from the end back to the center, back and forth, it has never entered the top five seats.

Even in those years when the Idealist Faction was in charge, with three Elders backing them, the Inspection Station only peacefully sat in the position of the Idealist Faction members today, never getting involved in the power vortex of Happiness City, only guarding its own small ground.

But today, Ding Yishan has changed, and so has the Inspection Station.

Yu Hong at the end of the table’s eye twitched, a hint of interest flashed across his face, he rested his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and a barely noticeable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Today’s Ding Yishan is the same Ding Yishan from years ago.

The Ding Yishan who, even when the Idealist Faction took charge, dared to carry the banner of the Initial Heart Faction and resist.

Maybe others have not seen Ding Yishan’s sharpness, only thinking of him as a diligent "old good guy."

But he is different, he has seen it, seen it with his own eyes.

"Station Chief Ding, sitting here, I suppose now matches the words you’re about to say."

Yuan Gang sat down with a gentle look, the hem of his long robe gently draped down, turning his head towards Ding Yishan at the front, with appropriate anticipation in his eyes:

"Please tell everyone here, what should we do now to avoid wasting time and discuss a viable result as quickly as possible?"

The dizziness from the change of position was still ongoing.

Ding Yishan shook his head slightly, his fingertips gently pressed against the smooth tabletop, stabilizing his posture.

Old.

Among the ministers present, although his current strength is not the weakest, it is among the lower-ranking.

A fifty-year-old man who can’t even withstand storms is indeed nearing retirement age.

Instead of speaking immediately, he slowly lifted his eyes again, his gaze sweeping over everyone present like a general surveying a battlefield.

Sitting at the front feels indeed different.

Unlike sitting in the middle in the past, where he seemed to be looking up to seek opinions from everyone, even needing to ponder three times before speaking.

Now, from a higher position, even the light from the ceiling lamp seems to favor him, illuminating every subtle expression on everyone’s face clearly.

He unusually felt a hint of the weight of power, a tremor of holding great authority.

When his gaze locked onto them, even the always arrogant Hou Rui subconsciously adjusted his glasses, as if trying to avoid that invisible sharpness.

The few ministers who always loved to trouble the Inspection Station quietly lowered their heads, their fingertips scribbling aimlessly on their documents, not daring to meet his eyes.

Power?

Ding Yishan’s Adam’s apple rolled gently, indeed a wonderful thing.

Even Liu Kun, that Extraordinary, never carried such power in the meeting room on any day.

But precisely because of this, it reminded him even more of where this power truly came from.

Not because of his title as Station Chief, nor because he possesses any extraordinary strength.

It is because of the Inspection Station behind him, because of those Inspectors, the ordinary residents needing protection, because of the outsiders knowledgeable of the Inspection Station’s prestigious name in Happiness City.

It is the foundation accumulated bit by bit, from Cheng Wu’s generation, through thirty years of struggle in the Buffer Zone.

It is built upon the sacrifices of Inspectors on their posts, earning respect with their lives.

This right to speak was not given by Yuan Gang, nor conceded by Hou Rui or Carl Dickinson.

Before Cheng Ye reminded him, before the Wanderer influenced him, he had never truly realized this.

But now, he felt it, as clear as pushing open a glass window, feeling the wind and rain with his body.

But now, he realized it, the hot blood in his chest passionately stirred, making him slightly flush.

The change in seat, everyone’s apprehension, Yuan Gang’s silent consent, all inexorably proving...

Change!

Swish.

The power belonging to the Wanderer surged forward again.

No longer a vague stirring, but a clear hot stream, rising all the way from the dantian, hitting the chest with a dull thud, surged to the throat with a burning itch, seemingly about to break through clenched teeth the next second.

Yet when he truly opened his mouth, that force flowed like a clear cool spring, rushing to the brow, pouring down, spreading along the spine to every corner of his being.

The fatigue, hesitation, and self-doubt accumulated over years were all washed away in this fresh spring.

Yuan Gang sitting at the main seat had his eyebrows slightly raised and softly frowned, a hint of surprise crossed his eyes.

He gently reached forward, pressing nothingness, the entire meeting room fell into deep silence, even the sound of breathing was muted.

He calmly watched Ding Yishan, his gaze deep and tranquil as a pond, as if watching a plant long deprived of rain, observing how the shriveled branches and leaves slowly expanded in the nourishing rain.

But some in the audience had faces that suddenly changed, especially a few ministers stuck at the fourth step for many years, whose eyes widened, faces showing amazement, bewilderment, finally becoming disbelief.

What?

This... how is this possible?

But the fact happened right before them!

Under everyone’s gaze, in less than half a minute, Ding Yishan slowly let out a long breath.

His appearance showed no change, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hadn’t faded, but the spirit between his brows seemed to be infused with new vitality.

The muddiness in his eyes reignited with sharp light, relaxed shoulders straightened, making him appear twenty years younger in an instant.

He... has achieved Unity of Heaven and Man?

To the martial artists outside, achieving Unity of Heaven and Man merely signifies reaching the final realm of New Martial, indicating that one’s strength and technique have peaked.

But to everyone present, Unity of Heaven and Man holds even more significant meaning, signifying the complete solidification of one’s beliefs, no longer susceptible to wavering.

Ding Yishan, officially received a "ticket" towards the Extraordinary.

Even the weakest ticket provides a thirty percent probability of resisting contamination from the Extraordinary.

Far exceeding his previous success rate of less than five percent by several folds!

"Indeed, the Migrants are an opportunity, they will bring change to Happiness City, and bring change to everyone present, it’s up to you to seize this opportunity."

Yuan Gang slowly retracted his hand, the sound of breathing flowed back into the meeting room.

His gaze swept over the ministers who had yet to recover from their shock, finally settling on Ding Yishan with a tone carrying a hint of acknowledgment: "Station Chief Ding, please speak."

"Alright!"

Ding Yishan responded without realizing what kind of impact he had caused.

He merely felt the burning force inside his chest had finally found a haven, transforming into a peaceful warm current, making every breath steady.

"Now, to avoid wasting time, we need to set a deadline."

Ding Yishan said firmly, "From this moment on, I hope everyone’s speech only focuses on their own department, telling others what kind of help you can provide for the upcoming migration wave."

"I hope, before the head of each department speaks, you must think carefully whether what you’re saying can be accountable, whether you can bear the consequences."

He paused, then unexpectedly stood up, "Okay, let me start first."

"For the upcoming migration wave, the Inspection Station can deploy thirty to sixty Inspectors, each responsible for the placement of at least eight thousand people, ensuring construction progress advances, avoiding large-scale chaos, ensuring that no basic checks on incoming personnel are overlooked, ensuring..."

He delivered over a dozen guarantees, more than ten significant responsibilities.

After speaking.

He leaned slightly forward, a glint brighter than the ceiling light flashed in his eyes: 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"I’ve spoken, who agrees, who opposes!"

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