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Chapter 104 Eternal Night Blaze Armor Advancement, Alien Painter! (33 out of 10,000 words)

Old Joe and Lü Chen were puzzled and deeply shocked by what they saw.

But she still obediently followed orders.

They retreated directly to the container cluster at the rear.

Xiao Yunliang had frowned and wanted to speak, but after seeing Fang Qingyu's current appearance, he swallowed his words back.

After putting on his boxing gloves, he charged straight at Zhou Minghuan.

Fang Qingyu had already arrived under the tin box. His heterochromatic eyes, a blend of lava and silver moonlight, pierced through the rain as he looked up at the three of them.

"Gentlemen, are you also wanted criminals?"

The scarred man on the far left had his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

That's the instinctive tremor of a creature when facing a top predator.

However, thinking of his numerical advantage, he still grinned maliciously.

"These days, even the dogs in the chamber of commerce are starting to cosplay?"

The red-haired woman in the middle also laughed out loud: "Three against one and you still dare to act tough. Has this handsome young man never experienced the harsh realities of life?"

Only the person on the far right, who appeared to be a dwarf, remained silent.

Instead, it suddenly flung out seven small shadows.

Needle?
Looking at the shadow before it was melted into molten iron by blood and qi.

Fang Qingyu was puzzled.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The actions and words of the three people have already proven their identities.

So next.

No taboos!
The moment the Dragon Sparrow Blade was drawn.

The surrounding raindrops were instantly vaporized by the high temperature of the blood and qi.

The crimson gold blade was adorned with veins of lava, and the bronze dragon-phoenix at the hilt seemed poised to take flight.

Before the sinister smiles on their faces could even fade, a burning arc of light was already imprinted on their retinas.

The moment the blade pointed to the sky, a thunderclap exploded in the air.

The golden blade energy transformed into a rebellious dragon, and sparks bursting from the gaps in its scales ignited the entire rain curtain.

The iron stand melted into crimson syrup at high temperatures.

The countless puddles on the ground were illuminated like a furnace, and the crimson aura erected by the three wanted criminals peeled away layer by layer like a fragile eggshell.

As the thunder subsided.

Only three charred knife marks remained on the second floor of the metal box.

At the end of the knife marks, three mutilated bodies were slowly sliding down the wall towards the ground, their faces frozen in horror.

"Grass!!!"

Not far away, Zhou Minghuan, who heard the loud noise behind him, was startled. When he turned around and saw the terrible state of the metal box, he instinctively cursed.

The same applies to Xiao Yunliang.

But besides being horrified, he was also clear about what he was doing.

Taking advantage of Zhou Minghuan's distraction, he punched him in the face.

boom--

Zhou Minghuan was sent flying backward and crashed hard into the container.

But his gaze remained fixed on the approaching beam of fire.

"I surrender!! I turn myself in!!!"

Zhou Minghuan immediately started howling, his expression filled with terror.

"Don't kill"

Fang Qingyu arrived in front of Zhou Minghuan even faster than Xiao Yunliang. He listened to his words without any change in expression. The next moment, the dragon sparrow slashed across his neck.

The expression on the severed head was exactly the same as the three people in the metal box.

"Gulu."

When Xiao Yunliang walked over, he subconsciously swallowed.

Looking at the tin shack that had been hacked to pieces and Zhou Minghuan's beheading, he didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, Old Joe and the others have arrived as well.

"Brother Qing, quick, give me the recorder."

Old Qiao walked up to Fang Qingyu, reached out and pulled off the specially made recording device on Fang Qingyu's chest, then picked up the tablet and operated it.

He then explained, "The Bureau of Justice had an incident in the past where a wanted criminal begged for mercy and surrendered. Should he still be executed? Some saints and virtuous people said he shouldn't be executed and should be given a chance to reform."

"So we might as well avoid trouble and just get rid of this recorder."

"Oh, okay."

Fang Qingyu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

All external abnormalities subsided, and he returned to his normal appearance.

"Have you already reached the Microscopic Realm, or even the Profound Realm Martial Artist?"

During his operation, Xiao Yunliang suddenly hesitated and asked a question.

"No, I am also a Transcendent."

Fang Qingyu shook his head as he listened.

He then fell silent until Lü Chen picked up the three dismembered corpses and pieced them together.

They began verifying their identities.

They were all wanted criminals, as expected.

this time
Make a fortune.

Soon, the other staff members of the Chamber of Commerce came over to finish up.

Xiao Yunliang began arranging the subsequent payment.

With the four people's bounties combined, Fang Qingyu can earn a total of 1.5 small goals.

The speed at which this money comes in is even faster than robbery.

However, what Fang Qingyu cares about most is...

It's still about the number of bounty points.

63 points.

You can exchange it for 6 Meditation Flowers!?
This is pretty good.

If the efficiency is similar to that of Qi and Blood Crystals, it can probably upgrade a skill to level 2.

That left Fang Qingyu with nothing to do.

After Old Joe finished modifying the dashcam, he drove Fang Qingyu back to the Sanctuary.

There was a long silence in the car.

Until the moment I was about to get off the bus.

Fang Qingyu hesitated before turning around and saying something.

"Keep it up, talent is never a bottleneck for martial arts practitioners."

He knew how much that scene had shocked Old Qiao and Lü Chen, two people struggling on the path of martial arts.

But the difficulty of opening the Heavenly Gate was nonexistent for him, and he had no experience to share.

All I can say is what Qin Hui said at the martial arts school.

And so we returned to the Bureau of Sanctions.

Three peaceful days passed.

During this period, the Chamber of Commerce did not send any more news about the wanted criminals, but Lin Wanqing had been discharged from the hospital and informed him that he would come over in the afternoon.

The meditation flowers I redeemed had been waiting for three days. They finally arrived.

in the dormitory.

After turning off the light, Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed.

Just tear off the petals and put them in your mouth.

The petals melted on the tip of my tongue into a viscous, icy liquid.

Consciousness plummeted into the abyss in an instant.

Fang Qingyu saw the Candle Dragon coiled at the end of time once again.

At first, they were just floating scale patterns in the void, each scale reflecting a fading star cluster.

As the visualization deepened, the patterns began to coalesce into claws that coiled around star rings.
Finally, there were those half-open, vertical pupils that seemed to hold the essence of both eternal day and eternal night.

In the ancient breaths.

The process of Zhulong slowly closing its eyes was as long as the collapse of a star.

Absolute darkness seeped from the closed gaps in the dragon's eyes.

That was no ordinary night; it was a cage where even photons were imprisoned.

Fang Qingyu "saw" his limbs being assimilated by this darkness, and deep, liquid ripples rising on the surface of his skin, as if ten thousand underwater volcanoes were erupting deep within his spine.

The instant that Zhulong's eyelids completely closed.

It was as if I could hear the crisp sound of space shattering.

It's as if someone has torn open the lining of the world.

Darkness materialized into a tidal wave that washed over every nerve synapse. Fang Qingyu's breathing gradually synchronized with Zhulong's breath, and each rise and fall of his chest brought up a black vortex like a stardust storm.

The previously blurry dragon horn patterns suddenly became clear.

The winding edges pierced the darkness, carving out furrows burning with black flames in the void.

In reality, Fang Qingyu...

Countless tiny black flames have automatically seeped out from the pores, weaving together an ancient black flame trench coat.

Congratulations! Your core skill "Embrace of the Netherworld - Blazing Night" has been upgraded to Lv.2 (0/400).

You've advanced to a higher level.
Fang Qingyu clenched his fist, which was covered in black flames.

It is completely different from the qi, blood, and energy of a martial artist.

If a martial artist's internal energy and blood are something that arises from within their own body and is always under their control...

The power of the Candle-Bearer seems to be a fusion with darkness.

In some mysterious way, a connection was established with something.

Get familiar with the power of the new skill.

Fang Qingyu was in a good mood and changed into his long-unseen bodyguard suit.

He glanced at the time.

Drive to Ruifu.

Finally, I can continue grinding my profession.

A black sports car crushed fallen sycamore leaves as it turned into the villa area.

The moment I opened the car door, the twilight, carrying the scent of pine resin, rushed into my nostrils.

He saw Lin Wanqing standing under the ginkgo tree, mixing colors, her pale wrist hovering above the canvas.

She was still wearing a white floral dress, looking ethereal, with a smile always on her lips, giving off an impression of being kind but unapproachable.

"Mr. Fang."

She turned her face and smiled, the jade pendant on her earlobe flashing a cold light.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu smiled and walked over.

However, as soon as they stepped onto the cobblestone path...
His pupils suddenly contracted.

I only saw it when I got a little closer.
The ordinary white "Student" title above Lin Wanqing's head was now stained crimson, and the distorted "Alien Painter" title was constantly seeping out a blood-red halo in the twilight.

I looked around.
None of the servants who should have been working around were seen today.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Wanqing took off her linen apron, and indigo pigment seeped into the cuffs, creating a spiderweb-like pattern.

An obsidian ring appeared on the ring finger of her left hand.

Fang Qingyu's expression returned to normal, and he smiled, extending his hand and saying, "Long time no see. It seems Miss Lin has recovered quite well. When did you start learning to paint?"

"I started drawing this when I was discharged from the hospital. Would you like to see my latest work?"

Lin Wanqing lifted the dust cloth, revealing an unfinished oil painting on the easel.

The clouds were torn open with dozens of cracks.

Half of a deity peeks out from each crack, its face, painted with oil paint, casting shadows like asphalt.

Those statues had eyes formed from stardust.

The hem of the robe churned in the void, transforming into a liquid galaxy.

The most bizarre thing is that all the statues are bowing down, with hundreds of hands piercing through the clouds and grasping downwards, their fingertips wrapped with chains of beads strung together by humans.

The ground was densely covered with kneeling, naked human figures.
Upon seeing this, Fang Qingyu's mindset suddenly calmed down.

"Miss Lin has started to explore surrealism?"

"Mr. Fang is joking."

Lin Wanqing's fingertips traced the distorted nebula on the canvas. "Gods are real, so how can it be surrealism?"

Say it.

The obsidian ring on her ring finger rippled.

The statues of deities in the painting trembled in sync.

You can smell the turpentine mixed with the odor of burning rotten flesh.

"Just like Mr. Fang, who has divine blood flowing through his veins but dares not acknowledge it." Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly split into compound eyes, and asphalt tentacles surged from the canvas, wrapping around Fang Qingyu's ankles: "Why resist becoming a vessel?"

Just at this moment.

Fang Qingyu's boot sole exploded with crimson gold and flowing fire.

Golden patterns flowed around him like molten star rings, his left eye swirled with lava vortexes, and his right eye, a silver moon, collapsed.

The bluestone slab underfoot instantly vaporized into crystalline pits.

The moment the asphalt tentacles touched the ring of flame, they burst forth with the crackling sound of tens of thousands of moths being burned.

The viscous substance, carrying fragments of starlight, faded into grayish-white powder under the licking of the flames, and fell softly onto the scorched ground.

“Your hyenas from the Pantheon are more diligent than flies.”

Fang Qingyu walked forward expressionlessly, stepping on the starlight and ashes scattered on the ground.

The flames flowed upstream along the canvas, burning the entire distorted cloud layer into transparency.

"We just killed that useless puppeteer, and now you've unleashed a wild dog that only barks?"

Having said that, the Dragon Sparrow Slash took shape from the flames in the void, the golden sparrow on the blade flapped its wings as if about to take flight, and the blade trailed a red afterimage in the twilight.

Fang Qingyu gripped the knife in a reverse grip, pointing it diagonally at the ground.

The flames flowed along the spine of the blade.

"hehe."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqing let out a cold laugh.

The moment the words fell.

All the bowing statues simultaneously emitted a piercing scream as glass shattered.

Lin Wanqing's compound eye-like pupils trembled violently, and the liquid galaxies on the canvas began to boil and evaporate.

(End of this chapter)