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Chapter 218 Third-Order God's Believer, Apostle! (Updated 55 times out of 2 words)

Inside the training grounds of this blessed land, the air was torn apart by intense air explosions.

Chu Kuanglan's bronze body was like a battering ram, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. His fists howled, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and were fiercely colliding with Lu Jiuyuan's cunning and swift blade light.

Wei Banmeng watched the battle from the sidelines with a detached and indifferent attitude.

Occasionally, the Xuan Chi twin blades would be drawn, their icy blue blade energy precisely cutting into the battle, feeding the two with new moves.

On the other side of the site, however, a completely different scene unfolded.

Fang Qingyu did not use any of his qi or blood, nor did he activate his true intent or unleash his superhuman physical power. He simply practiced the Nine Hells Breaking Limit fist stance slowly and attentively with the most ordinary physical posture.

The movements seem simple, even somewhat clumsy, like a beginner figuring out how to exert force.

However, a discerning eye would notice that every twist of Fang Qingyu's waist, extension of his shoulders, sinking of his hips, and the coordinated movement of his muscles and bones contained a rhythm that returned to simplicity.

The seemingly slow trajectory of the fist.

As it swept through the air, it subtly created a faint yet condensed vortex, as if even the air itself had become the object of honing the intent of the fist.

"Fang Shen, are you still going in?"

Chu Kuanglan forced Lu Jiuyuan back with a punch, wiped his sweat, and asked in a muffled voice, his eyes full of confusion.

In his opinion, Fang Qingyu has already become a grandmaster, so why is he still going in and out of this "abyss"?
Instead, we should focus on consolidating our cultivation level and preparing for the upcoming competition for spots.

Fang Qingyu had just finished retracting his fist, his breathing as steady as if he hadn't moved at all. Hearing this, he nodded and said in a calm tone, "Yes, I have something else to do inside."

His gaze swept over the three of them, lingering for a moment on Wei Banmeng's aloof face.

Wei Banmeng's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

She had intended to ask Fang Qingyu if he could protect her during her breakthrough.

After all, Fang Qingyu had just successfully taken that extremely dangerous step, and his experience was invaluable.

But when he heard Fang Qingyu say that he had something to do, he swallowed those words back.

Lu Jiuyuan sheathed his sword, walked to the side, picked up a water bottle, took a few sips, and said with emotion, "Speaking of which, there have been quite a few breakthroughs lately. Besides Jing Wuyai's 'Absolute Sword' breaking through in the Silent Wind Valley, I heard that Liu Hanyan's 'Mysterious Yin Finger' also triggered a cold wave phenomenon in the 'Eternal Frozen Tundra' and successfully stepped into the Grandmaster realm. There's also 'Immovable King' Shi Kong, who sat in meditation for seven days in that 'Bodhi Meditation Room' and achieved a perfected golden body, with Buddha's light shining everywhere! Tsk tsk, the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Ranking are probably going to be completely reshuffled."

Chu Kuanglan grinned, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes: "Hey, a shuffle is good! The more exciting, the better! That'll make the battle for the spots even more intense! By the way, Fang Shen, what do you think will happen to those guys?"

Fang Qingyu listened to these familiar and unfamiliar names with a calm expression.

These are the true top geniuses in the Hidden Dragon Project, with powerful backgrounds and abundant resources, so breaking through to the Grandmaster level is a natural progression for them.

Just as he was about to speak, the heavy alloy doors of the training ground suddenly slid open.

A young disciple dressed in the standard uniform of Longyuan Pavilion strode in, his gaze landing precisely on Fang Qingyu, his expression respectful yet revealing a hint of undisguised awe: "God Fang, someone is waiting for you in your Bamboo Creek Courtyard."

Upon hearing this, a look of understanding flashed across Fang Qingyu's eyes. They've arrived! Old Master Hong had said someone would come to him to resolve his identity issue.

"Okay, I understand, thank you." Fang Qingyu nodded to the disciple, then looked at Wei Banmeng and the other two, "I'll go back first."

“Okay, Fang Shen, you’re busy!” Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan quickly responded. Wei Banmeng also nodded slightly: “Mm.”

Fang Qingyu led Jiang Wei, who had been sitting quietly in a corner by the field with her tablet, away from the noisy training ground and along the familiar bamboo path toward the Bamboo Creek Courtyard.

As soon as he reached the courtyard gate, Fang Qingyu paused almost imperceptibly.

Beside a small blue stone table in the courtyard, with his back to the door, stood a middle-aged man of medium build, dressed in gray casual clothes.

He looked unremarkable, like a neighbor who was just passing by.

However, in Fang Qingyu's view, the two large, cold and glaring characters floating above the man's head exploded like thunder!
【apostle】!
The blood-red lettering carries a chilling sense of oppression and taboo!

Third-Order God Cultist!
Fang Qingyu's heart skipped a beat!
Although he had long suspected that Elder Hong was unfathomable, he never expected that the person Elder Hong casually summoned to help with a small matter would actually be a genuine [Apostle]!?

This confirmed his previous assumption.

Elder Hong Qitian is definitely a being who surpasses even a third-tier Martial Saint!

Their power and methods far exceed our imagination!
Seemingly sensing the gaze behind him, the middle-aged man slowly turned around.

His face was ordinary, his eyes were gentle, and there was even a warm smile on his lips, which contrasted sharply with the title of "Apostle".

If Fang Qingyu hadn't seen the title, he probably would have just thought of him as an ordinary middle-aged man.

"Fang Qingyu?"

The man spoke, his voice deep and gentle, with a hint of magnetism.

Fang Qingyu suppressed the turmoil in his heart, took Jiang Wei's hand and walked into the courtyard, nodding in response, "It's me. Hello, thank you for your help."

His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, displaying the proper politeness while maintaining the composure befitting a martial arts master.

The middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand casually, "It's no trouble at all, just a small favor." His gaze swept over Fang Qingyu with a hint of scrutiny, then fell on Jiang Wei. A faint, almost instinctive apprehension flickered deep in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared as he looked back at Fang Qingyu: "I heard from the old man that you want to completely change your appearance and aura? Is your target that 'You Shi'?"

“Yes.” Fang Qingyu said succinctly, “I need a new identity, a complete change from the inside out. Ideally, it should make me look like an ordinary lone wolf who has just entered the Profound Realm and is struggling to survive in the ‘Abyss’.”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Understood. As for your aura, I can use a spell to temporarily disguise your existing abundant blood and qi and the pressure of a Grandmaster, simulating the fluctuations of a beginner-level Profound Realm cultivator. However, this spell requires your cooperation. I estimate it will take at least half a month for the effect to last. You absolutely cannot use your blood and qi, nor can you use any martial arts techniques to fight, otherwise the disguise will instantly fail."

Fang Qingyu was mentally prepared for this, as Jiang Wei had already explained the requirements in detail.

Without hesitation, he nodded: "Okay. I won't do anything for the next two weeks."

"Very good." The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction. "As for changing your appearance, that's even simpler. Relax and don't resist."

Fang Qingyu stood still as instructed and closed his eyes.

Although his eyes were closed, the powerful perception brought about by the circulation of the Heart Sutra allowed him to still "see" everything around him.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, extended his right hand, and gently covered Fang Qingyu's face.

A gentle yet strangely powerful white light surged from his palm, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu's head and rapidly spreading downwards to his entire body.

Fang Qingyu immediately felt a strange energy penetrating his skin, muscles, and bones.

This change feels like a tingling sensation, as if clay is being kneaded and shaped by an invisible hand.

I can clearly feel my height slowly "shrinking". My originally strong and muscular lines have become softer and thinner. My shoulder width, arm circumference and leg shape are all undergoing subtle adjustments.

Even the bone structure and facial features of the face undergo subtle changes under the white light.

After a few breaths, the white light covering his entire body slowly receded.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand from Fang Qingyu's face.

Immediately afterwards, he put his index and middle fingers together, and a more refined white light gathered at the fingertips, which he gently touched to Fang Qingyu's brow!

hum!
Fang Qingyu felt a slight jolt in his spirit, as if an invisible shackle had been placed on his surging dragon blood, his vast Heavenly Pillar Force, and the core of the dragon pearl hidden deep within his internal organs.

A sense of restraint, compression, and disguise is clearly conveyed.

The sense of power within his body, enough to shake mountains, had not disappeared, but the energy fluctuations emanating from his body were as if they had been sucked away by a powerful water pump, instantly falling to the bottom and becoming weak and mixed, just like the aura of a martial artist who had just entered the Profound Realm!
"All right."

The middle-aged man's voice rang out, carrying a hint of relief at having completed his task.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing to do is look down at your hands.

The hands, which were originally long, strong, and with distinct joints, now appeared somewhat slender and ordinary.

Her clothes also appeared somewhat loose due to the change in her body shape.

I walked to the small water vat in the courtyard and looked at it through the reflection on the water. The reflection showed an unfamiliar face.

He was around twenty years old, with a somewhat immature and pale face due to malnutrition. His eyes were no longer sharp as knives, but instead looked tired and confused. He had a low nose bridge and slightly thin lips, the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd.

He appears to be only about 1.78 meters tall, and his physique is quite thin.

"good results."

Fang Qingyu looked up, genuinely wanting to express his gratitude.

However, there was nothing there. The middle-aged man had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all, leaving not even a ripple in the space.

"He's gone." Jiang Wei's voice rang out from the side, still calm and composed.

She walked up to Fang Qingyu, tilted her head up, and stared intently at his unfamiliar face with her clear, big eyes for several seconds before continuing, "Remember, I'll find a way to lure him to you later."

"But you must be extremely careful of his first strike!"

"With his spatial abilities combined with the power of a god, his sneak attack is bound to be a one-hit kill, without warning, and its power will far exceed your imagination."

"As long as you can survive that first blow, with your true strength, you will have a chance to maneuver and even turn the tables later."

Fang Qingyu felt the terrifying power within his body, which was bound by disguised shackles yet still raged like a dormant volcano.

His gaze became incredibly calm and sharp.

He nodded vigorously: "Understood."

Seven days later.

Inside the “abyss”.

A treacherous place known as the "Taibai Wasteland".

The environment here is even more bizarre than thunderstorms and seas of clouds.

The sky was a perpetual leaden gray, and the thick fog resembled solidified lead, so heavy it made it hard to breathe.

The ground was a grayish-white powdery gravel, resembling the weathered remains of a giant creature, which made a teeth-grinding "sand-sand" sound when stepped on.

The air was filled with a strong, sweet smell of decay.

A young man dressed in tattered clothes, covered in gray and white dust, was trudging across the wasteland.

It was Fang Qingyu in disguise.

At this moment, he was thin and his face was plain but haggard. The "clothes" he wore, which were haphazardly sewn together with the skin of a ghost and some kind of tough vine, were already soaked in gray and white dust, making him look extremely disheveled.

He was leaning on a charred wooden stick, walking unsteadily, and breathing rapidly.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, vigilance, and a deep fear of the "Abyss" environment.

He is a lone wolf from the bottom who has staked all his resources on the "abyss" in an attempt to turn his life around, but is now on the verge of despair.

Fang Qingyu carefully avoided the occasional gray-white cyclones that appeared on the ground, emitting a faint phosphorescent glow.

That's a death trap unique to the Taibai Wasteland, capable of silently dissolving bones.

Through the earpiece came Jiang Wei's calm, childlike voice, though a hint of weariness lingered in it: "About three hundred meters ahead, there's a relatively stable area of ​​bone rock. Let's stop there. This time, we can stay a little longer."

"Ah."

Fang Qingyu responded softly into the headset, his voice hoarse and dry, perfectly befitting the state of someone struggling to survive in a harsh environment.

This is their sixth day in the "Abyss".

Since the middle-aged man left that night, the entrance to the "Abyss" has been steadily open the next day.

Fang Qingyu, under the guise of a weak and inconspicuous "Lone Wolf in the Early Stage of the Profound Realm," led Jiang Wei into this dangerous place once again.

According to information provided by federal intelligence agencies.

Regarding the vague clues about the activity range and habits of "You Shi," they wandered and lingered repeatedly in several suspected areas, like searching for a needle in a haystack.

We arrived at a relatively open space.

Fang Qingyu followed Jiang Wei's instructions to "stay put," while Jiang Wei hid in the distance and used some kind of secret technique to attach some kind of aura to Fang Qingyu in an attempt to attract You Shi.

However, the result was disappointing.

The erosion vanished without a trace, as if it had completely evaporated.

The carefully laid bait not only failed to attract its target, but instead acted like a light in the darkness, drawing in many perceptive ghosts.

These grotesque monsters, reeking of decay, rushed towards the faint scent of "deliciousness," causing considerable trouble for Fang Qingyu, who was unable to fight.

Whenever he saw those bizarrely shaped ghosts lunging at him with bared teeth and claws, Fang Qingyu could only suppress the urge to attack and rely on his instincts to dodge in a sorry state.

The cleanup work fell entirely on Jiang Wei's shoulders.

The little girl would simply wave her hand, and a dark red light would flash by. Those ghosts would be like snowflakes thrown into a furnace, silently turning into ashes, leaving only a scorched shallow pit on the ground.

This frustrating situation, where he could only act as bait and observer, was undoubtedly a torment for Fang Qingyu, who was used to overcoming all tricks with brute force and sweeping away everything.

Several times, seeing the new type of ghost being burned by Jiang Wei before my eyes, I felt my heart bleeding.

But when he thought of the divine weaponry that Elder Hong had promised, Fang Qingyu forced himself to suppress his impatience.

Hunting down a reincarnated god in the "Abyss" who never shows his face and whose ability to conceal himself is unparalleled requires not just brute force, but absolute patience and composure.

This was true from the moment I decided to accept the mission.

Fang Qingyu had already made full mental preparations.

Seven days is just the beginning of a long hunt.

Fang Qingyu adjusted his breathing, leaned on his wooden stick, and continued to trek towards the so-called "bone rock area" following Jiang Wei's guidance.

The grayish-white bone powder was swept up by the wind and stuck to my face, bringing a slight stinging and cold sensation.

Struggling to play the role of an exhausted explorer, every step felt heavy and hopeless.

Finally, an area appeared ahead, composed of huge, grayish-white rocks that looked like the ribs of some giant beast, twisted and jagged.

These "bone rocks" are relatively dense and support each other, forming some natural sheltered depressions, and the ground is relatively solid.

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to follow Jiang Wei's instructions to find a secluded hollow to sit down and begin a new round of "fishing" while waiting.

However, just as he approached the edge of the Bone Rock area, before he could even sit down...
"boom!"

"clang!"

"Die to me!"

The sounds of fierce fighting, energy explosions, and the clash of weapons, mixed with angry roars, suddenly came from the depths of the bone rock ahead!
The sound was particularly jarring in the empty, desolate wasteland.

Immediately afterwards, a rough male voice with a heavy accent rang out like a thunderclap.

Clearly penetrating the chaotic battlefield, it also reached Fang Qingyu's ears:

"If Fang Qingyu is your brother, then I'm your father!"

(End of this chapter)