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Chapter 106 The Road to Wealth, Death Descends!!! (25 Chapters, 1.5 Words)

When darkness recedes from the whole world.

Fresh air rushed into my nasal cavity once again.

The painting next to me was covered in scorch marks.

'Lin Wanqing' also transformed back into the unfamiliar woman seen in the painting world, sitting on the ground with her eyes closed and her face pale, already lifeless.

In the end, the other party repented.

He told them everything he knew about the Council of Gods.

And the real Lin Wanqing was also unharmed; she was just tied up in her room at the manor.

However, repentance is one thing.

Death is inevitable.

Not to mention that the Candle Dragon form cannot tolerate any living person.

Even clay figures have a temper.

Since the Pantheon has already set its sights on him and has repeatedly sent people to cause him trouble.

Given Fang Qingyu's personality, there's no reason for him to let the other party off the hook.

I just didn't have the chance to ask for relevant information before.

Fang Qingyu hadn't expected that this pilgrimage agent seemed to have some mental issues.

Why draw anything?
They had to paint white within the curtain of eternal night.

It's similar to burning the midnight oil in the toilet.

It would be a miracle if it could be drawn.

Actually, if she draws living things, it's fine; they still seem to exist in reality.

However, the Eternal Night Curtain blocked her senses.

Therefore, the woman believed that her power had been swallowed up by Fang Qingyu in the darkness.

That's why there's such panic.

But this battle was really exhilarating.

Unfortunately.

There is still no opportunity to integrate the two systems and unleash their full power.

Fang Qingyu plopped down on the ground.

Soon.

The manor's iron gates groaned in the twilight.

A line of black cars sped in from the entrance.

He didn't care whether it was someone else's house or a grassy area, and rushed straight to Fang Qingyu before stopping.

Duan Ling took the lead in getting out of the car.

Surprisingly, Qu Zhe was also by his side this time.

The two rushed to Fang Qingyu's side immediately.

"already dead."

At this moment, the black flames on Fang Qingyu's body had completely subsided, and he pointed to the woman beside him.

From the moment I entered the manor and saw the woman's title.

Fang Qingyu then notified Duan Ling.

Just in case, Duan Ling gave him several wireless communicators these past few days, with a range that could cover half the city.

Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.

Although Fang Qingyu had already finished the battle by the time they arrived.

But it would be great if someone could come quickly to clean up the mess.

“There are still some people tied up in the manor.”

At the same time, Fang Qingyu pointed to the houses in the distance.

"it is good."

Duan Ling immediately waved her hand.

Qu Zhe led his men to rush towards the house.

"Who is it this time?"

Duan Ling checked Fang Qingyu and found no injuries, then naturally turned her attention to the woman beside her and the painting.

"Zeng Jing, the head of the Pantheon, is 27 years old this year. She has been a member of the Pantheon for 6 years. Her ability is to create worlds and creatures within paintings."

"Pilgrimage agent."

Fang Qingyu then revealed the other party's rank.

The supervisor is already a level higher than the ordinary members, and can be considered a lower-level member of the Pantheon.

"?"

Duan Ling, who was standing next to her, had only asked a question subconsciously, but she didn't expect Fang Qingyu to say so much.

However, upon hearing the last sentence, he suddenly froze.

"Pilgrimage representative!?"

Duan Ling almost jumped up.

"Yes, you can examine her body."

This concerned his own reward, so Fang Qingyu certainly wouldn't let it pass him by.

Whether passive or active.

If you kill a cultist, you will receive a corresponding reward.

The staff around him immediately rushed over and protected the painting.

Duan Ling stared at Fang Qingyu with disbelief.

"you"

"Completely unharmed, yet he killed a pilgrim's proxy?"

"I have mastered both the Thunder Strike Eight Cuts and the Thunder Instant Cloud Trail."

Fang Qingyu explained with a smile.

Duan Ling's tone wasn't interrogative, but rather one of surprise.

After all, a first-tier Transcendent Warrior killed a second-tier Pilgrim God Cultist.
That seems highly unlikely by any measure.

"No, no, I need to take a break."

Duan Ling covered her head and stood up, finding it hard to imagine what would happen next.

"You just broke through to the Martial Artist level a week ago, right?"

"To be precise, it should be 6 days."

Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and then said.

"."

Duan Ling fell silent. She finally understood why Qu Zhe and the others had such a deep impression of Fang Qingyu's nickname, "Monster."

I learned a lesson from this experience.

but
Team Leader Lin really brought back a big treasure this time.

The thought of Fang Qingyu's terrifying combat power made Duan Ling's eyes light up again.

Dusk bathed the manor's lawn in a dark gold hue.

The evening breeze carried the acrid smell of distant burning past my nose.

Fang Qingyu lay on his back on the grass, feeling the damp moisture from the grass beneath him caused by his body heat.

Soon, Qu Zhe also walked out of the villa with a smile.

"The people inside are fine; they were just injected with anesthesia."

He then looked at the woman's corpse: "No wonder you're a monster. This time you killed a servant of the Pantheon. But how could you do such a thing to such a beautiful woman?"

Seeing that Fang Qingyu was still lying on the ground, Qu Zhe knew that he was definitely alright, so he started joking.

Fang Qingyu smiled but didn't say anything.

In his eyes, anyone who is an enemy is equal to a man or a woman.

"She is the supervisor."

Duan Ling, who was standing to the side, suddenly added a comment.

"Oh"

"Those are the pilgrimage agents?"

Qu Zhe recalled the system of the Theocracy.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and he slowly turned his head to look at Fang Qingyu.
Duan Ling thought to herself in surprise when she saw this.

comfortable.

She can't be the only one defeated by Fang Qingyu, this monster. Claims like single-handedly killing a Ghost of the same level are nothing but bragging rights.

Killing a cultist who is of a higher level is not as impressive as this.

The on-site survey was completed quickly.

There are no other extraordinary beings besides women.

Fang Qingyu was sent back to the Bureau of Divine Management to rest.

She was ordered to stay away from the public for a short period of time, and Duan Ling said she planned to make a big splash.

I will never let Fang Qingyu do something like this again.

Fang Qingyu smiled and verbally agreed.

After undergoing a check-up at the hospital upstairs, I returned to my dormitory.

Close the door.

Look at the map.

[Congratulations on defeating the Shadowy Lord, Youxu Jun's follower "The Strange Painter"! You have gained 2 skill points!]

Fang Qingyu had never heard of the gods worshipped by women.

However, after killing the woman today.

A path to wealth suddenly popped into Fang Qingyu's mind.

Actually, it all started from the first time I killed the Blood Buddha in the underground palace.

Fang Qingyu discovered that killing these believers of the gods would grant him skill points.

He also relied on the map mechanism to gain a lot of resources in the underground palace and then killed the incarnate deity.

But deciding who to kill is a big question.

So the idea was temporarily shelved at that time.

but
Just before she died, Zeng Jing clearly stated how many of her downlines she had, who they were, and which cities they were in.

These people, in Fang Qingyu's eyes at this moment.

It's about skill points.

As for humanitarianism, it doesn't exist among these people.

I only heard a little of what Zeng Jing said.

These people deserve to be torn to pieces.

The federal population is too large.

Even though many people go missing or die mysteriously every day, it still doesn't cause any ripples.

But it's okay.
Next, Fang Qingyu also planned to learn from the people of the Gods Society.

Let's go hunting tonight!

He sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the diagram.

Fang Qingyu pondered for a while, and finally decided to allocate his skill points to the Nine Heavens Primordial Chaos Visualization Technique.

The martial arts are blessed by the Musashi Spiritual Pivot.

The learning speed will be much faster than the visualization method.

Moreover, both core skills are highly resource-intensive.

Allocating skill points to these two skills can save a lot of time and resources.

The moment my consciousness sank into my dantian.

The illusory image of the Azure Dragon, which had been churning in the chaotic sea of ​​qi, suddenly raised its head and let out a long roar.

The dark scales peeled off layer by layer as the energy surged through them.

The newly formed dragon body suddenly expanded to more than three times its original size, its ferocious horns piercing through the chaotic mist, and as its golden eyes swirled, illusions of raging crimson flames flickered deep within its irises.

Meanwhile, the illusory white tiger, lurking on the other side, stretched its body within the ice armor.

The previously blurry markings were now so clear that the amplitude of each tiger whisker's trembling could be seen.

As the illusory images of dragons and tigers solidified.

Its powerful momentum is like a vast ocean stirred up by a hurricane.

The original stream-like energy has now transformed into a surging river.

Each cycle of the celestial sphere will grow stronger.

When the phantoms of the Candle Dragon and the White Tiger completely transformed into semi-transparent entities, the two phantoms suddenly intertwined and soared into the sky, exploding into a sky full of starlight above the dantian dome.

Fang Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.

The golden and silver light deep within his pupils had not yet dissipated.

Congratulations! Your core skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Contemplation Technique - Second Realm" has been upgraded to Lv.2 (0/400)

Becoming stronger again.

The Azure Dragon Force surged forth, and the difference in intensity compared to before was clearly perceptible.

But tonight is not over yet.

Next.

Fang Qingyu took a shower and went straight to bed to sleep.

It's 3 a.m.

I slept for 6 hours and got out of bed feeling refreshed.

I changed into my everyday clothes, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and walked out of the entrance to the Sanctuary Building.

Duan Ling's statement that no one was allowed to go out was merely a reminder and instruction between teammates, not a real ban.

So the journey was smooth and unobstructed.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse presidential suite isolate the city from the hustle and bustle.

An Italian crystal chandelier casts dappled light, like scattered diamonds, onto the carpet.

The middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, his triple chin pressing against the collar of his Givenchy shirt, and his gold watch leaving red marks on his fat wrist.

He pressed the redial button for the sixth time.

The call finally got through.

A woman's shrill scream blared through the satellite phone: "Wang Defa! All twelve safe houses are empty! You'd better pray the supervisor is alright!!!"

"Sister Hong! Sister Hong, please let me explain!"

The man suddenly jumped up, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I received orders from my supervisor to clean up the mess."

A black shadow suddenly flashed across the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Your order is mine!" came the sound of shattering porcelain from the satellite phone. "Where is Zeng Jing now? Take her there immediately!"

A cold hand gripped the back of her neck.

Wang Defa saw the dark shadow reflected in the French windows.

The boots wreathed in black flames shattered the crystal chandelier's shadow, enveloping his entire body.

"I think," Fang Qingyu began to tighten his grip, "that there's no need to look for it anymore."

The satellite phone was crushed.

Wang Defa's bulky body burst forth with astonishing agility.

He reached for the weapon under the coffee table with his left hand, but a crisp sound immediately came from his neck.

Wang Defa dared not move.

Finally, through the floor-to-ceiling window, they could see the attacker's eyes clearly.

Golden flames burned in his left pupil, while frost froze in his right.
His face was covered by black flames.

His entire body was enveloped in a trench coat formed from black flames.

"Wait, wait! I have twelve bank accounts! I have money!" The man raised his hands, trying to beg for mercy.

But Fang Qingyu did not react.

The man's eyes widened immediately. "I also know about the Council of Gods!!!"

At that moment, the hand on my neck finally released its grip.

Ten minutes later.

Fang Qingyu walked towards the terrace, stepping on the black debris scattered on the ground.

There was no fat man left in the room.

He jumped off the balcony.

Black flames swept across the entire building.

This night.

Fang Qingyu is the same as the members of the Gods Society.

He was also receiving his first offering.

(End of this chapter)