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Chapter 167 Su Wanqing's Invitation, Back into the Depths of the Pit!! (Chapter 45 of 2 words, please vote!)

Fang Qingyu's nonchalant question, "What's the most valuable thing?"

Like a small pebble thrown into a quagmire of chaos and despair, the ripples it created were brief and bizarre.

The chaotic camp, the running stretchers, the piercing alarms, and the desperate cries seemed to be instantly silenced.

Jiang Wei paused, her mouth still holding the lollipop.

She blinked her clear, large eyes, then fell into a state of extremely serious thought.

Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were searching for a specific label in a vast sea of ​​ancient memories.

Qin Hui, Qi Hao, and the others only realized what was happening after a while. Their eyes widened instantly as they stared at Fang Qingyu, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Qingqingzi?!" Qin Hui's voice cracked as he pointed towards the entrance of the force field, which resembled a gaping maw in the distance, his tongue slightly tied. "You...you don't mean that thing that can swallow a peak-level Transcendent cultivator whole, do you?!"

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze from Jiang Wei, waved his hand casually, and said with a barely perceptible smile, "Just kidding, what's there to be nervous about?"

After saying that, he continued walking towards the prefab house, as if he had just mentioned it casually.

But deep down.

A certain thought, however, boiled and churned like magma.

The orange-quality "Black Spider Core" has opened a path for martial artists to advance, and the hints from the diagram still echo in my ears.

The key is the material for the Fate Demon.
So what about the Peng Snake, an ancient ferocious beast that only exists in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?
Even the smallest thing you pick off of its body is probably more valuable than anything ordinary ghosts could ever have.

If we're talking about quality alone...

It will only get higher!

The risks are hellish, but the rewards are enough to unlock the door to even greater heights!

This idea is crazy and dangerous, like walking a tightrope over a bottomless abyss; the slightest misstep will result in total destruction.

But Fang Qingyu's inherent fierce determination to "fight when it's time and never back down" made it impossible for him to completely suppress this thought.

The path of a martial artist is inherently defying the heavens and fighting against fate!
If you don't even dare to think about it.

What's the point of practicing martial arts then?!
Moreover, it's not entirely without a chance.

Although both the martial artist and the believer were only at the first level, second realm, the combined power they unleashed far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Last time, they almost killed a Chosen One.

Facing this Peng Snake, whose combat power is comparable to that of a second-tier monster, we definitely have a chance!

Fang Qingyu walked ahead without making a sound, but his mind was racing with calculations.

Wei Banmeng's cold gaze lingered on his profile for a moment, her eyes not mocking, but rather carrying a hint of understanding and a deeper scrutiny.

She didn't believe Fang Qingyu's words were a joke.

Jiang Wei, with a lollipop in her mouth, tilted her head almost imperceptibly.

Her clear, large eyes swept over Fang Qingyu's seemingly calm but actually tense jawline.

She knew him too well.

The little girl silently took out her small phone and quickly tapped the screen a few times.

hum.

Fang Qingyu's phone vibrated slightly in his pocket.

Without making a sound, he took it out, the screen lit up, and a message from Jiang Wei lay there quietly:

"Seven hundred ren west of Wufeng Mountain, there is a snake called Peng, which coils in the shadow of Youdu. Its back has three-inch-long scales that are the color of molten gold, with red markings that are faintly visible. Touching it is like striking cold iron. Only at midnight during a lunar eclipse, the gaps between its scales emit crimson clouds that illuminate the stream and form a rainbow. Those who collect them and wear them can ward off the nine blazing suns. This is called the 'Red Python Scale,' the essence of all scales."

Red python scales!
The essence of ten thousand scales!

Fang Qingyu's fingertips swept across the cold screen, his gaze lingering for a moment on the words "color like molten gold" and "Yu Jiu Yan," before he swiped his thumb and the information disappeared.

Without stopping, he pushed open the creaking iron door of the prefab house and went inside.

The moment the door was sewn shut, the last trace of hesitation in Fang Qingyu's eyes was severed.

If you should fight for it, you should fight for it!
Otherwise, who knows when we'll encounter such an ancient ferocious beast again.

The oppressive dozen or so hours slowly passed in the gloomy atmosphere of the camp.

The orders from above were ignored; the force field entrance, like the tightly closed mouth of a giant beast, coldly mocked the chaos and despair in the camp.

into the night.

Fang Qingyu led his team back into the "Floating Lights" bar.

The noise was shut out by the heavy wooden doors, blues jazz flowed through the room, and warm yellow lights barely soothed the tense nerves.

Qin Hui and the others each ordered drinks and sipped them in silence, even the usually talkative Old Qiao was quiet.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the booth by the window.

My gaze swept over the quiet curtain behind the bar; Su Wanqing was not there.

Just as the atmosphere was about to freeze in a heavy atmosphere, an inconspicuous oak door behind the bar was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a sharp dark gray suit, exuding a deep and unfathomable aura, stepped out. His gaze, like a precise probe, instantly locked onto Fang Qingyu.

The man walked silently through several tables and came to Fang Qingyu, casually flashing an inconspicuous silver eagle emblem from his inner pocket.

This is an internal high-level access token that only the captain of the elite task force of the Qingjian branch can recognize.

"Captain Fang," the middle-aged man said in a very low voice, with a hint of politeness, "Lord Su is looking for you. Please come with me."

He turned to the side, indicating that the direction was the oak door.

Qin Hui and the others instantly became alert and subconsciously tensed up.

Fang Qingyu gave them a look that said, "Don't be impatient."

If Su Wanqing wanted to cause them any trouble, there was no need for her to greet them on their first meeting.

I got up and followed the middle-aged man toward the door.

Behind the door was not the office or storage room one might imagine.

A short corridor covered with a thick carpet connects to a spacious ocean-view terrace suite.

Outside a huge floor-to-ceiling glass wall.

It was the deep night of Songdu Port, with distant fishing lights and the faint sound of waves.

Su Wanqing sat in a large single sofa, with the night sky and sea outside the window as her stunning backdrop.

She changed out of her burgundy velvet dress and into a sharply tailored matte black combat suit that accentuated her breathtaking curves. Her long legs were crossed, encased in sheer black stockings, and her toes casually touched a pair of black high heels.

Hearing footsteps, she turned her head.

Her chestnut-brown wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her alluring peach blossom eyes held no charm whatsoever, only a deep-sea calm and a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

She pointed to another sofa opposite her.

Fang Qingyu sat down, his gaze calmly meeting hers.

Su Wanqing skipped the pleasantries, her gaze returning to the churning, inky sea outside the window. Her voice, as cool as the sea breeze, cut straight to the heart of the matter: "I know you. Beneath that insect hive in Qingjian City, with your minutiae, you dragged your martial arts mentor out of the mouth of a colossal, peak-stage Transcendent Fate Demon." She paused, finally turning her gaze back, her eyes heavy with scrutiny. "Your name is Lin Kang, right?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, not expecting her to bring this up, then nodded frankly: "Yes."

“Very good.” Su Wanqing’s red lips parted slightly as she uttered two words, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp as knives, piercing Fang Qingyu. “The mission from above is for me to lead a team back into the core of the pit and establish a stable communication channel with those four. I need you to come down with me.”

Fang Qingyu's brows furrowed instantly.

"Why are you looking for me?"

The two were complete strangers, and there were quite a few people at the peak of the Transcendent Realm in the camp. Normally, neither would be chosen.

Moreover, since the Su family is an apostle family, they should have sufficiently powerful and trustworthy people under their command.

Su Wanqing tapped the leather surface lightly with her fingers resting on the armrest, producing a dull, muffled sound.

She looked at Fang Qingyu, her eyes unwavering, only displaying an almost icy honesty: "Because you are stronger than them. The one trapped down there is my father, Su Che." Her voice was soft, yet it struck the silent air like a heavy hammer. "I don't trust anyone else."

Fang Qingyu felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Su Che, the patriarch of the Apostle Family!

It turns out he was one of the four top-tier beings who were trapped!

"You can name your conditions, as long as the Su family can afford them."

Su Wanqing's voice returned to calm, carrying the decisiveness of a superior, "I can guarantee your safety until we reach the core area and complete the establishment of the communication nodes."

Ensuring life safety?

A promise from a chosen one.

Fang Qingyu remained silent for a few seconds, his mind racing as he weighed the options.

Delving into the core, confronting the molting-level life ghost directly, and possibly even encountering that friend snake, the risk is nuclear explosion level!

But the opportunities are equally enormous!
I already had feelings for Peng She.

Amidst the chaos, this may be the only opportunity to seize the "Crimson Python Scale"!

Moreover, with Su Wanqing, the chosen one, leading the way, it is far safer than him leading Jiang Wei and Wei Banmeng to force his way through!
"it is good."

Fang Qingyu uttered a single word, crisp and decisive.

A barely perceptible hint of relaxation flashed across Su Wanqing's eyes, and she then nodded slightly to the middle-aged man standing beside her.

The man immediately stepped forward.

He placed a heavy silver alloy briefcase flat on the coffee table in front of Fang Qingyu and unlocked it with a "click".

Two types of crystals are arranged clearly inside the box.

On the left are hundreds of pigeon-egg-sized, perfectly round, and seemingly nebulous blue crystals inside.

Microscopic-level universal life beads!

Each one radiates a pure and vast energy, enough to make even the most discerning eye envious and their heart race.

On the right side are the same number of crimson crystals, irregularly shaped, like solidified lava cores, exuding a scorching and domineering aura.

Microscopic-level Qi and Blood Crystal!
The surging energy of blood and qi seemed to scorch the air even through the box.

Two top-tier resources filled the entire box, radiating a suffocating energy fluctuation!
This is the foundation of the Apostle family!

The "deposit" that can be casually handed out is enough to keep a top-notch team working hard for half a year!
"This is just a small token of my appreciation, consider it an advance payment."

Su Wanqing's voice was completely flat.

Fang Qingyu didn't refuse, reached out and closed the lid of the box, feeling the cold metallic touch: "Thanks."

Seeing that he accepted it, a faint smile finally appeared on Su Wanqing's lips, as gentle as melting snow, instantly softening the coldness between her brows: "Meet at the entrance at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Bring your own equipment." She paused, then added, "Of course, you can bring others if you want."

Fang Qingyu nodded, picked up the heavy box, and stood up: "Understood."

Back at the bar booth, Qin Hui and his companions immediately turned their inquisitive gazes toward them.

Fang Qingyu didn't say anything, but simply picked up the box to make a gesture and walked out first.

Only after leaving the warm glow of the floating lanterns and walking back to the camp in the cold sea breeze did he briefly tell Su Wanqing about her request and his own decision.

"Holy crap?! They're using the core?! And with that boss lady, Su Wanqing?!" Qi Hao's voice changed completely.

Qin Hui's face was as grim as iron: "Qingzi, this is fucking suicidal! What's down there? A molting-level monster! And that red-headed, white-bodied monster! All four big shots are trapped inside!"

“I know.” Fang Qingyu said calmly, “So, the four of you,” he glanced at Qin Hui, Qi Hao, Lao Qiao, and Lü Chen, “stay up here, Qin Hui will lead the team.”

Qin Hui opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily.

He knew that going down into that level of vortex would only be a burden for the group, and would serve no purpose whatsoever.

A suffocating sense of powerlessness gripped his heart.

Jiang Wei silently raised her small face, her clear eyes staring unblinkingly at Fang Qingyu, her meaning all too clear.

Fang Qingyu turned his gaze to the other side.

Wei Banmeng leaned against a cold lamppost by the roadside, her arms crossed. Her dark purple combat uniform almost blended into the night, only her clear, cold eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like a night owl locking onto its prey, quietly watching Fang Qingyu.

Her attitude was equally self-evident.

Fang Qingyu was silent for a few seconds, met their gazes, and finally nodded: "Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, come down with me."

The next morning, at 7:50.

The atmosphere at entrance A-1 was as heavy as a sheet of iron.

The massive alloy gate, like the teeth of a giant beast, gleamed with a cold luster.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the camp, there was only the howling sea breeze and the faint hum of energy emanating from the force field in the distant crater.

Fang Qingyu was dressed in a black combat uniform, with the Dragon Sparrow Slayer sword slung across his back and a silver briefcase in his hand.

Jiang Wei stood quietly beside him.

His small body was wrapped in a specially made dark combat uniform, and his little face was tense.

Wei Banmeng was like a cold shadow of Fang Qingyu, her aura completely concealed, the sheaths of her twin blades gleaming faintly in the morning light.

Ahead of them, Su Wanqing had changed into a matte black tight-fitting combat suit, her chestnut hair tied into a neat ponytail.

She carried no conspicuous weapons, but stood there quietly, exuding an invisible, chilling sense of oppression, as if she had merged with the surrounding space.

Behind her stood a dozen or so figures.

Fang Qingyu had only seen three or four faces among the top teams in the camp, such as Ma Yan, the captain of the "Rock" team. At this moment, Ma Yan nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu with a complicated look in his eyes.

The others had different auras; some were as solid as a mountain, some as sharp as a needle, and some as elusive as ghosts. They were clearly true trusted and skilled men who had been urgently summoned from different channels.

These people had sharp eyes and didn't communicate much with each other; their silence revealed their iron will and competence.

Su Wanqing's gaze swept over Fang Qingyu and the other two, lingering briefly on Jiang Wei before turning away without a word: "Time's up. Let's go."

He then turned around and stepped toward the slowly opening alloy gate.

The instant her body pierced through that invisible force field barrier
hum!
A layer of warm, holy, pure white light, seemingly containing endless vitality, instantly emanated from her body!

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a sense of purification that cleansed all impurities.

A strange power, calming all restlessness, enveloped her entirely.

The matte black of the combat uniform, under the white light, even appeared somewhat divine.

At this moment, Su Wanqing seemed like a goddess descended from the heavens, aloof and unapproachable, completely different from the charming bar owner she was last night!
Without stopping, she plunged into the churning purifying miasma, carrying with her aura of pure white light.

A dozen or so figures, including Fang Qingyu and his two companions, followed without hesitation, only to be instantly swallowed up by the thick, cold darkness.

The gate slammed shut behind us, cutting off the last ray of sunlight.

Ahead lies a bottomless, perilous underground labyrinth.

And the ancient ferocious beasts lurking at the edge of darkness, waiting for their prey.

(End of this chapter)