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Chapter 183 No pigeons, I just arrived and you're already gone!? (Update 55 of 2 words)

Qingjian City Airport.

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, and the air carried a unique coolness.

The automatic doors at the terminal entrance opened and closed, letting in and out hurried travelers.

Fang Qingyu carried a huge combat backpack with obvious wear and tear on his back, and held Jiang Wei's small hand in his right hand.

The little girl was wearing a light blue hooded sports jacket, carrying a small backpack, with a freshly opened orange-flavored lollipop in her mouth. Her cheeks were slightly puffed out, and her clear, big eyes were calmly looking ahead.

Opposite them stood people seeing them off.

Lin Kang was still wearing that faded black combat uniform, his posture upright, like a silent reef.

Duan Ling leaned against a pillar, while Qin Hui, Qi Hao, Lao Qiao, and Lü Chen stood in a row, their expressions varying—some were sentimental, some reluctant, and some a little excited.

"Alright, that's enough for now."

Fang Qingyu spoke, his voice calm.

"Qingzi, are you sure you don't need us to take you in?"

Qin Hui stepped forward and instinctively reached out to take Fang Qingyu's backpack.

Fang Qingyu stepped aside naturally, saying, "It's just a few steps. You guys, don't slack off."

His gaze swept over Old Qiao and Lü Chen, and the two immediately straightened their backs.

"Absolutely! Qingzi!" Old Joe grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Don't worry, Qingzi, when you come back, you'll definitely be amazed!" Lu Chen nodded vigorously, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

"Tsk, Project Hidden Dragon, huh?" Qi Hao clicked his tongue, looking longingly at the prospect. "Qingzi, if you meet any particularly beautiful and capable women over there, remember to keep an eye out for their contact information for me!"

"Get lost!" Duan Ling kicked Qi Hao's shin in a huff. The kick wasn't hard, but it made Qi Hao grimace dramatically. "You think Qingzi is like you?"

Fang Qingyu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, but he didn't reply.

Lin Kang stepped forward, his gaze lingering on Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei for a moment before finally settling on Fang Qingyu's face.

There were few words of instruction, just two extremely brief yet weighty words:
"Take care of yourself."

"Mm." Fang Qingyu nodded, equally concise.

Duan Ling also walked over, looked at Fang Qingyu with complicated eyes, then looked down at Jiang Wei, and finally just coolly raised her chin: "If you can't beat him, run away. Don't force yourself. Little Jiang, keep an eye on him."

Jiang Wei, with a lollipop in her mouth, nodded her little head and mumbled a "hmm".

"Let's go." Fang Qingyu didn't linger. He tightened his grip on Jiang Wei's hand and turned to walk towards the automatic door.

"Qingzi! Let me know when you get to the capital and are settled in!" Qi Hao called from behind.

"Go for it!" Old Qiao and Lü Chen shouted in unison.

Fang Qingyu didn't turn around, but simply raised his free left hand and waved it casually.

Jiang Wei was led forward, her small figure appearing even smaller next to the huge backpack.

She turned her head slightly and waved a tiny hand at the crowd seeing her off behind her, as if to say goodbye.

Until Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei's figures completely disappeared around the corner of the security checkpoint.

Qin Hui let out a long breath and patted Lao Qiao and Lü Chen on the shoulders: "Alright, the main character is gone, so we supporting actors should go back and continue practicing! Don't let Qingzi come back and laugh at us!"

"Let's go! We must master the new Qi and Blood Transporting Method today!" Old Qiao was full of enthusiasm.

"Captain Lin, Sister Duan, shall we head back to the station now?"

Qi Hao looked at Lin Kang and Duan Ling.

Lin Kang nodded: "Go ahead."

Duan Ling looked in the direction Fang Qingyu had disappeared, and after a few seconds, she turned around and said, "Let's go, training."

The Bureau of Justice, 28th floor, the location of the third squad of the Dragon Ridge Camp.

The elevator doors slid open with a "ding".

Lin Kang, Duan Ling, Qin Hui, Qi Hao and the others filed out, their faces still carrying the slight chill of the morning and a touch of emptiness after seeing each other off.

I just entered the public rest area.

Then I saw a figure rushing over from the other end of the corridor, looking around as he ran, shouting:

"Qingzi? Qingzi! Where is the person?"

The newcomer was a young man, wearing a flashy bright yellow hooded sweatshirt, with his hair styled in a fashionable way and a slightly cynical smile on his face. It was Wu Yan.

He ran to the entrance of the rest area and bumped right into Lin Kang and his group.

Upon seeing Lin Kang and Duan Ling, Wu Yan's eyes lit up. He immediately stopped and greeted them with a grin: "Hey! Team Leader Lin! Sister Duan! Long time no see! You look great!"

Duan Ling, holding the knife, looked him up and down, raised an eyebrow, and asked in a cool voice with a hint of doubt, "Wu Yan? What are you doing here?"

"Hehe, I heard Qingzi is back! He caused quite a stir in Songdu! Slaying a Chosen One? Holy crap, that's amazing! I skipped work to come and see the god's prowess and catch up!" Wu Yan rubbed his hands together, excitedly peering into the rest area. "Where is he? Is he in the training ground or the office?"

Duan Ling looked at his expectant expression, and the corners of her lips seemed to twitch slightly before she regained her composure and calmly uttered a few words:
"He just boarded the plane."

"Huh?" Wu Yan's smile froze instantly, as if it had been paused. "Get on the plane? Where to?"

"Go to the capital," Duan Ling said succinctly, "to participate in Project Hidden Dragon."

"Project Hidden Dragon? Going to Beijing?" Wu Yan was completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide open. "Wait! When did he leave? How come I didn't know?! He didn't tell me!"

He frantically pulled out his phone, quickly swiped the screen, found Fang Qingyu's chat box, and pressed the voice call request directly.

A few seconds later, the voice call was connected.

Wu Yan immediately brought the phone to his mouth and almost shouted it out; his voice echoed in the quiet corridor:
"Hey! Qingzi! No, you guys! What's going on?! It's one thing to not brag about smashing the Chosen One, but going to Beijing for that 'Hidden Dragon Project'—such a big deal—and you didn't even tell me?! Do you think I'm invisible? I excitedly ran up to the 28th floor to find you, and Sister Duan told me you just boarded the plane! That's so inconsiderate!!!"

He spoke very quickly, his words filled with the grief and disbelief of being "abandoned".

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Fang Qingyu's voice came through, as calm as ever, even with a hint of drowsiness as if he had just woken up:

"Oh. I forgot."

Only two words.

"Forgot???" Wu Yan's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, almost cracking. "You're telling me you forgot something this important?! You guys! You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other end of the line had already hung up decisively.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
There was a busy tone.

Wu Yan, holding his phone, remained frozen in place, still in his roaring pose.

"puff"

Qi Hao, who was watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Hui, Lao Qiao, Lü Chen and the others couldn't hold back any longer, their shoulders twitching as they let out suppressed laughter.

Even Duan Ling, who is usually cold-faced, couldn't help but let her lips curve upwards into a very obvious arc.

Looking at Wu Yan's stunned expression, Lin Kang smiled helplessly, shook his head, said nothing, and walked straight to his office.

Shangjing City.

The enormous space shuttle, like an elegant silver bird, landed smoothly on the dedicated runway of the Beijing International Airport.

The gangway was lowered.

Fang Qingyu, carrying a huge combat pack and holding Jiang Wei's hand, walked down with the crowd.

A completely different aura from Qingjian rushed towards us.

It was drier, carrying an indescribable sense of hustle and bustle, a feeling of oppression typical of megacities. The airport dome soared into the clouds, advertisements shimmered, and crowds of people, dressed in various styles and hurrying about, moved like a surging tide.

"This way."

A clear, familiar voice rang out at the arrival gate.

Fang Qingyu looked in the direction of the sound.

Wei Banmeng was standing next to a dark red luxury car with sleek lines and a highly technological design.

She wasn't wearing her combat uniform today; instead, she had changed into a well-tailored dark gray women's suit skirt. Her long hair was still neatly tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and clear, bright eyes.

He exuded a capable and aloof elite aura, blending perfectly with his surroundings.

She nodded slightly to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, signaling them to get in the car.

"I thought you would come a few days early to familiarize yourself with the environment."

Wei Banmeng started the car, and the dark red sports car, like a cheetah awakening, silently glided into the traffic on the airport expressway, its sound particularly clear in the quiet environment inside the car.

Fang Qingyu sat in the passenger seat, watching the rows of skyscrapers rushing past outside the window, their neon lights outlining bizarre and dazzling shapes.

She shook her head slightly: "It's okay if you come later."

His voice was calm, but his gaze was somewhat distant.

Under his final "devilish training" and the unlimited resources he provided before his departure, Lao Qiao and Lü Chen finally broke through the threshold of martial arts a few days ago, thus putting an end to their worries.

As for the position of his own squad leader, he offered it to Qin Hui.

Qin Hui is capable, experienced, and has a stable temperament. With him leading Qi Hao, Lao Qiao, and Lü Chen, he can continue to shine in the Qingjian City branch, and he can leave with peace of mind.

The many entanglements in Qingjian City have now been basically sorted out.

Alone
He Manhe.

This woman, who appeared in Qingjian City like a ghost, leaving behind divine seeds and mysteries, has been missing ever since.

The Bureau of Justice mobilized considerable resources, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Not only could no useful clues be found in Qingjian City, but there was also no trace of her in the surveillance and population databases of other cities.

It was as if her name, along with her as a person, had been completely erased from all records by an invisible hand using the most precise eraser.

The Gods' method of concealment is truly astonishing.

In terms of personal spiritual practice...

In these last ten days or so, besides supervising Lao Qiao and the others' breakthroughs and arranging the follow-up, Fang Qingyu focused all his energy on the newly mastered sword technique, the Blazing World Flowing Blade.

It does not rely on skill points.

Purely relying on Musashi Reishu's talent and his increasingly profound understanding of the nature of power, he forcefully honed this domineering and fierce sword technique from the Great Perfection (Lv.3) to the Transcendent Realm (Lv.4)!
The blade flashed like molten gold and flowing fire, its true intent to extinguish the eight wastelands completely ingrained in his very bones and blood.

Just as Fang Qingyu's thoughts were racing.

"arrive."

Wei Banmeng's cool voice interrupted his thoughts.

The dark red luxury sports car came to a smooth stop on the side of the road.

Fang Qingyu looked up and was slightly taken aback.

What we were seeing was not the military base, secret training camp, or remote mountain forest we had imagined.

It is not the center of an extremely bustling commercial district!

Traffic was heavy and neon lights were flashing.

They were parked directly in front of a giant skyscraper with an extremely avant-garde design and a height of over 300 meters.

The building is entirely covered by a deep blue one-way glass curtain wall, which reflects a cold luster in the sunlight. The roof pierces the clouds, making it magnificent.

There are no obvious signs on the building.

But at the entrance of the building, several guards in dark blue uniforms stood with a solemn demeanor and sharp eyes, silently demonstrating the extraordinary nature of this place.

"Project Hidden Dragon." Fang Qingyu frowned slightly, looking at Wei Banmeng, "Training here?"

His tone carried a clear hint of doubt.

The "Abyss," a training ground for martial arts practitioners to reach the level of Grandmaster, is located in the steel jungle of the city center.
Can we let go and act freely?

Wei Banmeng's lips curled up very slightly, revealing a rare, somewhat mysterious smile.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.

"follow me."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei also got out of the car.

Wei Banmeng led the two directly toward the revolving door of the skyscraper.

The guards at the entrance swept over the three of them with eyes that seemed to be there, and after Wei Banmeng presented a special crystal card, they immediately saluted respectfully and let them pass.

Walk into the lobby.

The interior space is extremely spacious, with a ceiling height of tens of meters.

The floor was made of glossy dark marble, and a huge crystal chandelier cast a soft, bright light.

The air was filled with a faint, refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

There weren't many people in the hall, but each one walked with a steady gait, had sharp eyes, and carried varying degrees of energy fluctuations, clearly indicating that they were either martial artists or followers of the Divine Cult.

Without lingering, Wei Banmeng led the two towards a private elevator that required special access to open.

The elevator has a large interior space and is luxuriously decorated.

Wei Banmeng pressed a button that had no numbers on it, but was engraved with a coiled dragon pattern.

The elevator doors closed silently.

The expected upward sensation did not come; instead, there was only an extremely faint, almost imperceptible feeling of weightlessness, as if the elevator was not moving vertically but undergoing some more complex displacement.

The soft light inside the elevator illuminated the metal walls, creating a tranquil atmosphere.

Just then, Wei Banmeng's cold voice broke the silence, her gaze never leaving the smooth metal door in front of her.

Do you know what types of force fields there are?

This question came rather abruptly.

Fang Qingyu paused slightly, pulling his thoughts away from the Hidden Dragon Project. After a moment's thought, he answered based on his previous understanding:

"There are two types. One is a force field that can be actively activated by a superhuman without requiring a specific environment. The other type can usually only be activated in specific locations, such as where the life ghost fluctuations appear."

"Ah."

Wei Banmeng nodded slightly, which was considered as acknowledging his answer.

However, the instant she finished speaking
An indescribable, refreshing "air" suddenly rushed into the elevator!
This is neither the filtered fresh air of the city nor the fragrant scent of grass and trees in the mountains and forests.

It is as pure as glacial meltwater, carrying an indescribable vitality. Just one breath makes you feel as if every cell in your body is cheering and jumping for joy, and your spirit is invigorated.
Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!
Upon seeing this, Wei Banmeng's usually aloof and icy face broke into a rare, clear, and slightly mysterious smile.

He turned his head to look at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

"But there is actually a third one."

"Welcome to this blessed land!"

(End of this chapter)