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Chapter 163 The Songdu Su Family of the White Fox Fairy, Human Corpse Demons! (55 chapters out of 2 words, please vote!)

Su Wanqing's red lips curved slightly, her smile deepening, carrying a hint of languor: "Welcome to Floating Lamp." Her gaze swept over the others at the table, lingering briefly on Wei Banmeng.

Finally, the message returned to Fang Qingyu's face: "I hope everything goes well for everyone in Songdu."

Su Wanqing didn't say much, as if she really just came over to say hello. She let go of his hand, nodded elegantly to everyone, and then turned around and swayed her hips as she walked towards another table of regular customers.

Wherever they went, the previously noisy tables of guests, whether dressed in the Bureau of Seminary uniform or in casual clothes, were quiet.

Everyone unconsciously lowered their voices, and some people nodded slightly in greeting, their eyes showing obvious respect and even a hint of barely perceptible fear.

The tense atmosphere seemed to ease for a moment after she left.

Qin Hui let out a sigh of relief and lowered his voice: "Goodness, this proprietress is a bit strange! The look she gave me just now sent chills down my spine!"

Qi Hao nodded, still shaken, and looked at Fang Qingyu: "Qingzi, do you know him?"

Fang Qingyu shook his head, sat down again, picked up his soda water and took a sip, but his eyes were still fixed on Su Wanqing's graceful figure as she walked around the bar.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a combat vest and with a weathered face came over from the next table with a wine glass in his hand.

"Captain Fang?" He smiled familiarly and sat down in the empty seat at Fang Qingyu's table. "You were startled just now, weren't you? Boss Su's aura is something most people can't handle." He was also a support staff member from Qingjian and knew Fang Qingyu's team.

“Indeed, she’s a bit special.” Fang Qingyu asked casually, “What’s the background of this Boss Su? I see quite a few people here who seem to respect her.”

The middle-aged man wore an expression of "I knew it," and lowered his voice mysteriously: "None of you know the Su family of Songdu?"

Fang Qingyu, Qin Hui, and the others shook their heads in unison, looking completely bewildered.

"Tsk!" The middle-aged man slapped his thigh. "The Su family of the White Fox Fairy has been passed down for countless years! Their ancestors included apostles, and every generation has produced Chosen Ones. They are a deeply rooted extraordinary family in the southeastern coastal region! Su Wanqing is the eldest daughter of the Su family in this generation, the sure-fire next head of the family, and she herself is a true Chosen One!"

"White Fox Fairy? A family of Apostles?" Old Qiao's eyes widened in disbelief. "So powerful? Why didn't the Su family directly take action and flatten that molting-level behemoth in the pit?"

"They went! How could they not have gone!" The middle-aged man lowered his voice even further, almost whispering, "Not only the Su family, but also Zheng Xiaohai, the Angry Wave Master from Songdu, Chen Tiejun, the 'Mountain-Splitting Hand' who came from the capital, and a Chosen One who is said to have come from the west—a total of four top-tier beings! They're all trapped at the bottom of the pit!"

He took a swig of wine, his face filled with awe and lingering fear: "It's said that the molting-level thing is incredibly strange! It took four big shots working together to barely suppress it in the core area, unable to move, and they couldn't spare the time to clear the perimeter! Otherwise, why would we need to go down there to survey it bit by bit and gnaw on the bones?"

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

It seems that the terror of the molting-level life ghost far surpasses that of the insect mother in Qingjian.

Even with four top-tier second-tier beings joining forces to suppress the enemy, they could only maintain a stalemate!

However, the Apostle family is a bit terrifying.

Su Wanqing's graceful figure quickly disappeared behind the curtain at the bar, leaving behind the unique, cool ocean scent and a table of people with different thoughts.

"Wow." Qin Hui clicked his tongue and lowered his voice even further, "This proprietress is actually a Chosen One, and she even runs a bar here."

"Is this what they call master health preservation?"

Fang Qingyu didn't speak, but simply picked up the soda water and took another sip, his gaze calm.

Wei Banmeng continued to drink her water quietly, as if they had just been discussing ordinary gossip.

Jiang Wei sipped her juice.

The tipsy feeling at Floating Lights Bar didn't last long.

After confirming the identity of the charming yet unpredictable proprietress, Su Wanqing, the group rested briefly before leaving the floating lantern.

We returned to the somewhat simple prefab house at our base.

Under the dim lighting, the atmosphere was a bit more somber than it had been in the bar.

Fang Qingyu looked around at his teammates. Qin Hui, Lao Qiao, Qi Hao, and Lü Chen did not look tired.

Still brimming with the excitement of the first battle, Jiang Wei sat quietly on the edge of the cot, while Wei Banmeng leaned against the shadows by the door with her arms crossed, her gaze cold and aloof.

"This is the first time we've gone down here, so everyone should be familiar with the environment and the usual spirits inside," Fang Qingyu's voice broke the silence. "It's just surveying and mapping, so the returns are limited, and the risks aren't small either."

After speaking, he paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "Tomorrow, I plan to take on a more in-depth, more rewarding mission. What do you all think?"

A brief silence followed. Qin Hui was the first to speak, his voice booming, "Qingzi, let's get to it! Today's little spectacle wasn't enough! The surveying achievements weren't even enough to fill a tooth gap; we need a real battle!" He patted his chest; after breaking through to the Martial Artist realm, his fighting spirit was even stronger.

Qi Hao nodded: "That's right."

Old Joe chimed in, "If you want to quickly accumulate resources to exchange for what you need, high-difficulty missions are indeed the only way. I have no objection."

As always, Lü Chen was concise and to the point: "Agreed."

Wei Banmeng nodded almost imperceptibly in the shadows, indicating her approval.

Fang Qingyu's gaze finally landed on Jiang Wei.

The little girl looked up at him with her clear, big eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

"it is good."

Fang Qingyu said no more, took out his tactical tablet and connected it to the mission issuing system of the Songdu Branch.

The finger slides quickly.

They filtered out tasks that met their expectations in terms of difficulty, location, and rewards.

A moment later, his finger stopped on a task entry.

Mission Code Name: Misty Corridor

[Task Level: High]

[Mission Location: Deep within the D-7 entrance area, approximately 12 kilometers in a straight line from the entrance.]

[Mission Objective: Clear out the powerful ghouls or undead hordes entrenched in the "Misty Corridor" area.]

[Mission Risks: The area has a complex environment with extremely high miasma concentration. Signs of activity by Transcendent-level Life Ghosts/Corpse Ghosts have been confirmed, while the number of Subtle-level Life Ghosts is unknown.]

[Mission Rewards: Merit Points, priority access to redeem, mission points (counted towards regional clearing contribution).]

[Note: It is recommended that the team be led by a Tier 3, Level 1 combatant, and that the team possess strong offensive capabilities.]

Fang Qingyu showed the mission details to everyone: "The Misty Corridor, about 12 kilometers deep inside from the D-7 entrance. There are definitely Profound Realm cultivators there, and there will be quite a few Microscopic Realm cultivators as well. The benefits are abundant merit points and a chance to get priority exchange rights, which are crucial for our subsequent advancement."

He emphasized the risks again: "The miasma is thick, and the Transcendent Realm is a real threat. Is everyone clear?"

"Understood!" Qin Hui and the others responded in unison, their eyes showing no fear, only eager fighting spirit and a desire for the generous rewards.

Wei Banmeng's eyes sharpened.

"This one will do. Get some rest and recharge." Fang Qingyu closed the tablet. "Meet at the entrance at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Everyone dispersed to organize their equipment or rest.

Fang Qingyu did not lie down immediately. Instead, he picked up the thick book containing the new sword techniques and quietly pushed open the door to leave.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the camp, only the howling night wind came from the direction of the distant pit.

Fang Qingyu stood still on the cold, open ground, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This sword manual is called "Blazing World Flowing Blade," which is different from the swift and unpredictable "Thunderstrike Eight Cuts."

The essence of the Blazing Blade lies in just two words.

overbearing!

Each move is like a volcanic eruption, a raging inferno!
It emphasizes extreme offense, crushing all obstacles with the scorching blade intent that incinerates everything!
Looking at the activation progress on the graph, it's almost there.

Fang Qingyu began practicing by using his fingers as a substitute for a knife.

Soon.

A violent and intense will surged into Fang Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness like magma!

As if he had grasped an invisible, blazing blade, a domineering sword intent that could burn across the eight directions and move forward without hesitation exploded in Fang Qingyu's chest!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of crimson-gold flame seemed to appear deep within his pupils.

Without drawing his sword, he used only his fingers as a blade, slowly drawing a mysterious trajectory in the void. The air emitted a faint hissing sound as if it were being scorched by high temperature, and an invisible heat wave spread out from him.

Congratulations on activating the advanced class skill "Blazing Blade"!

The next morning, the sky was dim.

At entrance D-7, the thick, purplish-black miasma still churned.

Fang Qingyu's team of seven, along with Wei Banmeng, took the poison pills again and resolutely stepped into that cold, dark hell.

With yesterday's experience, the team's progress was significantly faster.

Qin Hui and Qi Hao were working together more and more seamlessly as they led the way, while Old Qiao's recorder was running efficiently, constantly updating the map and markings.

The scattered zombie dogs, staggering zombie puppets, and even small groups of bone-chilling zombie guards encountered along the way all became whetstones and were quickly eliminated.

Fang Qingyu occasionally makes a move, either to test his newly mastered Blazing Blade.

Alternatively, one could use the fully-powered Thunderstrike Eight Slashes to instantly kill a troublesome individual, with astonishing efficiency.

The deeper you go, the harsher the tunnel environment becomes.

The phosphorescent moss became sparse, and the field of vision became increasingly dim.

The miasma was as thick as liquid, and the protective aura provided by the poisonous miasma pills flickered on the body's surface, indicating the passage of time.

As you approach the coordinates of the Misty Corridor, the tunnel suddenly widens and branches out even more, resembling a huge underground cave maze.

A strange smell filled the air, a mixture of a rotten sweetness and a cold dust.

"We're almost there, everyone stay alert!"

Fang Qingyu gave a low shout, and the Dragon Sparrow Blade was already half an inch out of its sheath. The starlight force field silently opened, covering a range of twenty meters around it. The viscous and sluggish feeling made the flow of miasma slow down.

After passing through a narrow, dark passageway, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

This is an underground chamber completely covered by a dark purple membrane, with an irregular shape, resembling the inner cavity of a heart magnified countless times.

In the center of the chamber stood several thick, pulsating, dark red fleshy pillars, connecting the top and the ground.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of white dust, like bone meal. Most unsettling of all, a thin, grayish-white mist, like ice crystals, floated in the air.

It was this fog that blurred the entire chamber, as if it were shrouded in mist.

It is also the source of the name of the Misty Corridor quest.

Beside those pulsating pillars of flesh, in the cold, gray mist, several figures stood indistinctly.

They were wearing tattered human combat uniforms!
The styles are still vaguely recognizable, including those from Songdu, and even those from neighboring cities!
But beneath the uniform, the body presents a chillingly bleak and alienated appearance!

The skin was shriveled and clung tightly to the bones, appearing as bluish-gray as a corpse. The joints were twisted and deformed, with sharp bone spurs growing out.

His eyes were cloudy and his pupils were dilated, revealing only a frenzied hunger like that of a wild beast, yet faintly lingering a trace of twisted human pain and despair!

In their hands, they still hold rusted and deformed standard weapons, or their arms have simply mutated into bone blades and bone hammers!

This is the result of being bitten or scratched by a Corpse-type Life Demon.

If they don't die, there's a chance they'll turn into ghouls.

Once dead.
The probability of conversion is 100%.

There are four ghouls below.

A man with an exceptionally burly build, muscles as bulging as rocks, and a captain's insignia still faintly visible on his tattered uniform, exuded an aura that clearly reached the Profound Realm!
The other three had slightly weaker auras, but they were all at the Microscopic Realm.

They kill each other!

The most brutal scene unfolded in the depths of this hell!

"Roar--!"

The Transcendent-level corpse demon seemed to sense the presence of a living person, letting out a roar that was a mixture of a beast's howl and a human's painful groan, its turbid eyes fixed on Fang Qingyu, the leader!
With a sudden stomp on the ground, bone dust exploded beneath his feet, and his massive body, accompanied by a foul stench, swung down like a runaway battering ram, its right arm, which had mutated into a giant bone hammer!
The speed was by no means slow!
"Leave the profound ones to me!"

Fang Qingyu's eyes were as cold as iron, without the slightest hesitation.

The Crimson Blaze erupted within his body, instantly illuminating his skin with dark red lava patterns!

The Nine Heavens Primordial Chaos Visualization Technique is activated to its fullest extent!

The dazzling starlight surged into the Dragon Sparrow Slash!

"Om-!"

The Zhou Tian Star Field was activated at full power! The violent charge of the Tongxuan Corpse Demon was suddenly halted as if it had crashed into an invisible swamp of lead and mercury!
"Cataclysm!"

Fang Qingyu took a step forward, leaving a scorching afterimage in his wake!

The Dragon Sparrow's Calamity-Slaying Strike transformed into a dark golden bolt of lightning that tore through the gray mist!
On the blade, starlight and tribulation fire intertwined and intertwined, carrying the destructive true meaning of breaking through the limit and reaching perfection, meeting the huge bone hammer that was smashing down without any fancy moves!
clang--

boom! ! !
A deafening explosion rang out! The violent shockwave sent bone fragments flying several meters into the air!

The bone hammer of that Profound Corpse Demon, powerful enough to shatter mountains, was instantly severed like rotten wood before the Thunderstrike Blade, which had broken through to the pinnacle of perfection!

The blade continued its relentless advance, slashing fiercely at its rock-like chest!

scoff!

The incredibly tough ghoul's body was cleaved open with a deep, charred wound that revealed the bone, the edges of which crackled with starlight and electric arcs!

Thick, foul-smelling black blood gushed out!

"Roar!" The ghoul roared in agony, its other arm, which had mutated into a claw, frantically clawed at Fang Qingyu's head! It moved with incredible speed, creating a shrill sound as it tore through the air!

Fang Qingyu moved like a ghost, his lightning-fast movements incredibly fast thanks to the Starlight Force Field, easily dodging the claws.

The swords flashed again!
"Slay the calamity!"

The swift, lightning-fast blade struck the vital joints of the ghoul with pinpoint accuracy!

Each stab was accompanied by the crackling sound of bones shattering and the hissing sound of calamity fire burning!
The sword technique, which had broken through all limits, brought power, speed, and precision to their extremes, completely suppressing this powerful but clumsy Tongxuan Corpse Demon!

At the same time, Wei Banmeng's figure transformed into a silent purple shadow, lunging towards the two microscopic-level corpse demons on the right.

The double blades, like the fangs of a viper, precisely cut into the joints and severed tendons with each flash, their movements swift, accurate, and ruthless, carrying a chilling efficiency.

The two corpse demons possessed only the power of the Subtle Realm.

Faced with Wei Banmeng's ghostly speed and exquisite assassination skills, he was like a clumsy target, quickly dismembered and fell to the ground.

"Little Jiang!" Fang Qingyu shouted in the midst of the fierce battle.

"understand!"

Jiang Wei responded crisply, and with a flick of her small hand, a streak of orange-red fire shot precisely at the last microscopic-level corpse demon that was lunging at Qin Hui and Qi Hao on the left! The corpse demon was forced to pause its movements by the flames.

"Fuck it!"

Qin Hui roared, and his heavy shield slammed into him like a mountain, causing him to stagger backward.

Qi Hao seized the opportunity, his blood and qi surging, and his fists, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, violently pounded on the corpse demon's chest, abdomen, and head like a pile driver!

Although the duo's combined attack wasn't as overwhelming as Fang Qingyu and Wei Banmeng's, it was still a steady and solid effort.

Under the restraint and interference of Jiang Wei's flames, the microscopic corpse demon's head was quickly smashed by Qin Hui's heavy shield, splattering blood everywhere.

This marks my first time defeating someone of a higher level!

It didn't take more than a minute.

The four powerful ghouls, transformed from human warriors, were all annihilated!

Only the dull throbbing of the pulsating flesh column and the pervasive smell of blood and burnt flesh remained inside the cavity.

Fang Qingyu sheathed his sword, and thick black blood dripped from the tip of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity Blade.

He glanced at the tattered uniform fragments of the Xuanwu corpse on the ground, his eyes still cold, but a trace of indescribable heaviness flashed through his eyes.

"Record: In the Misty Corridor, we encountered a Profound-level Corpse Demon 1 and a Subtle-level Corpse Demon 3, both of whom were transformed human martial artists. They have been eliminated."

Fang Qingyu's voice rang out in the silent chamber, breaking the oppressive stillness.

mission completed.

"withdraw!"

Fang Qingyu gave the order decisively.

The time left for the Poisonous Miasma Pill is running out; it is not advisable to stay here any longer.

Following the marks they had come from, the group quickly traversed the thin, yet eerily unsettling, gray-white mist.

The bone meal underfoot made a "rustling" sound, and the phosphorescent moss glowed like will-o'-the-wisps in the thick miasma, casting shadowy shadows on the twisted tunnel and adding to its eerie atmosphere.

The passageway, which had been cleared before our arrival, seemed relatively calm.

Only the seemingly endless dragging sounds and low, hoarse howls emanating from the depths of the distant tunnels served as background noise, reminding them of their location.

Just as they were about to pass through a relatively narrow tunnel connecting the middle layer of the tunnel...
Boom, boom! ! !

Without warning, a tremor far more violent and intense than the one felt in Qingjian City yesterday erupted, like an ancient beast roaring angrily from the depths of the earth's core!
"Ugh!"

Qin Hui stumbled, and only managed to regain his balance after his heavy shield slammed against the pit wall.

"Watch out!" Qi Hao growled, catching Old Qiao who was about to fall.

Lu Chen's tactical tablet flew out of his hand and crashed onto the sticky ground.

Wei Banmeng's figure moved as lightly as a feather in the wind, instantly drawing her twin blades and embedding them in the wall to stabilize herself. Her cold eyes instantly sharpened like knives as she scanned her surroundings.

Fang Qingyu tightly protected Jiang Wei's small body.

The ground covered with a fungal carpet beneath our feet undulated violently like giant waves and cracked!
Thick, dark purple liquid, like blood gushing from a wound, shot out from the crack, mixed with a foul-smelling miasma!
The thick, purplish-black miasma was stirred up by the violent tremors, turning into boiling ink.

My vision blurred to the extreme in an instant!
"Another earthquake!?"

Old Joe's voice was filled with barely suppressed horror. He desperately tried to pick up the tablet from the ground, but the ground undulated like a raging sea.

"Hold your ground! Find cover! Avoid the falling rocks!"

Fang Qingyu's voice pierced through the roar, one hand tightly protecting Jiang Wei, the other holding a knife, his Starshine Force Field fully extended.

The viscous, stabilizing effect slightly slowed the falling debris, giving his teammates a little time to react.

This is definitely not an ordinary crustal movement!
Fang Qingyu's expression was uncertain.

Could it be that the "molting-level" life ghost, which was being suppressed by the combined forces of four top-tier beings, is undergoing some unpredictable upheaval?!

The tremors lasted for more than ten seconds, each second feeling like an eternity.

When the devastating tremors finally subsided, the entire D-7 tunnel leading to the deeper areas was a scene of utter devastation.

The flesh walls were torn apart, chunks of flesh and pebbles were scattered everywhere, slime flowed everywhere, and dark purple liquid gushed out from the cracks.

The already blurred passage became even more broken and dilapidated, with some parts completely blocked by fallen boulders and lumps.

The air was filled with a sweet, rotten stench several times stronger than before, along with a strong earthy and stone powder smell.

"Cough cough cough," Qin Hui crawled out from under the shield, covered in dust, and spat out the stone powder in his mouth.

"Are you alright?!" Qi Hao helped Old Qiao up and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine!" Old Joe was still shaken, his hands trembling slightly.

"It's alright." Wei Banmeng pulled the short knife stuck in the wall, her voice still cold.

Jiang Wei lifted her head from Fang Qingyu's arms, her face slightly pale.

But her eyes were unusually bright and wary, and she gripped Fang Qingyu's sleeve tightly with her small hands, whispering:

"I know what's next."

(End of this chapter)