Start by conquering the world with unlimited job opportunities.

Chapter 221 The Second Divine Weapon: Shun Shi Long Gong!!! (2 words, 35 updates)

Fang Qingyu simply hadn't expected Jiang Wei to be so fast.

After all, that You Shi had been hiding in the "Abyss" for more than ten years and was only at the middle stage of the second rank.

How old is Jiang Wei, all things considered?

Moreover, Jiang Wei was absolutely key to successfully defeating You Shi this time.

If she hadn't acted in time, that "Silence" mantra would have instantly torn apart You Shi's "Boundless You Shi" divine domain, dissolving the opponent's home-field advantage. Even if she had won, it would never have been so "easy".

Although there aren't many good pieces of flesh left on my body now.

Of course, Fang Qingyu still has absolute confidence in winning this battle.

Bloodlust hasn't been activated yet.

The Candle-Bearer's abilities have not yet been integrated.

Although the Candle Walker is currently at Tier 1, once it is fused, the resulting increase will be at least 30%.

This is the terrifying aspect of the superposition of two systems!
But this time...
Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the cold prompt on the map.

[Congratulations on defeating "The Eclipse: Reincarnation" and obtaining a portion of the Space Origin.]

[Profession advancement materials detected. Do you wish to advance your profession?]

"Part of the origin of space."

Fang Qingyu's heart stirred slightly.

In the past, when the avatar of a god was killed, the message was always "a trace of origin".

This time it's only "part"!
This scale is far greater than before!

Space!
Time is limited, space is king.

Fang Qingyu had personally experienced the rarity and power of this ability.

The elusive sneak attacks of the Shadow Eclipse and the unpredictable nature of its divine realm are truly terrifying.

Apart from him, Fang Qingyu had never seen another being with such pure and powerful spatial abilities.

If only I could master some of it.
Even if it's just the basics, combined with the terrifying explosive power of a Dragon Fist Grandmaster, combat strength can definitely soar to a new level!
Empress Zhulong can't possibly complain this time, can she?

This is the very origin of space!
Fang Qingyu was contemplating the bright future after the merger when he suddenly remembered the group of desperados trapped by the wall of fire. He turned to look at Jiang Wei:
"By the way, where are those people from earlier?"

Jiang Wei tilted her head back, her clear, big eyes looking at him, her little mouth sucking on a lollipop, her tone as calm as if she were saying that the weather was nice today:

"died."

Then, as if she felt Fang Qingyu had asked an unnecessary question, she frowned slightly and asked in return with a hint of confusion:
"They saw you transform, we can't let them live, can we?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, then nodded and said matter-of-factly:
"Of course I can't keep him. I was just asking; if you hadn't made a move, I would have come myself."

Cut the grass at its roots to avoid future troubles.

In this world, this is the most basic rule of survival. Especially in a place like the "Abyss," any living person who might expose their secrets is a deadly threat.

Jiang Wei said "Oh" to indicate that she understood.

Without another word, the two began their arduous trek toward Ash Outpost.

Fang Qingyu leaned on the dragon sparrow, each step aggravating his wounds. Dark golden blood dripped onto the grayish-white bone powder, burning small pits in the ground.

As he walked, he couldn't help but frown and say:
"I originally thought that someone like You Shi, who had been hiding for over a decade and causing chaos around the 'Abyss,' would be incredibly difficult to kill. But after all this effort and the elaborate scheme we devised..."

Fang Qingyu paused, seemingly searching for a suitable adjective.

"He seems a bit too easy to kill?"

Although the process was dangerous and he paid the price of serious injury, the final result was that the opponent was completely annihilated.

This seems somewhat different from his anticipated scenario of a protracted tug-of-war, where all cards are played and both sides suffer heavy losses.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wei tilted her head slightly, her clear eyes rolling back unabashedly, as if she were looking at an idiot.

Her small mouth was slightly open, a lollipop in her mouth, her voice soft and calm, yet carrying a hint of "Don't you have any self-awareness?"
"Is there a possibility?"

"Are you becoming too perverted?"

She extended a tiny finger, pointing to the terrifying wound on Fang Qingyu's ribs where the spatial energy was still being burned by the Crimson Blaze.

"What martial arts master at the early second stage could unleash the final strike that cleaved through the bone-corroding storm?"

"And another thing." Jiang Wei's gaze turned to the direction of the bone-corroding storm. The huge hole that had been blasted out by the blade energy was being slowly filled by the wind and sand. "When he fled for his life, the speed at which he merged into the edge of the storm was such that if it were an ordinary Void Breaking Realm martial artist, let alone catch up, they probably wouldn't even be able to touch his shadow before being left behind."

She withdrew her gaze and looked back at Fang Qingyu, her eyes serious:

"It's not that he's too weak, it's that you're too strong right now. Fang Qingyu, you need to recognize your own strength."

Jiang Wei's tone was flat, without the slightest hint of flattery.

She was simply stating a fact she had observed.

Fang Qingyu paused slightly upon hearing her words.

A thoughtful glance flickered in the depths of his molten gold eyes.

Yes
He seemed to be so engrossed in constantly improving his strength and chasing his goals that he neglected to realize just how far his own abilities had already risen.

Dragon Fist Master: A life leap brought about by a three-star profession, a transformation of dragon blood, and a qualitative change brought about by the fusion of martial arts techniques.
All of this combined seemed to be far more terrifying than he had anticipated.

Play pig eat tiger?

No.

A martial artist, especially one like him who pursues the ultimate.

One must have an extremely clear and objective understanding of one's own abilities.

Only in this way can we grasp the scale of the battle and make the most correct judgment when facing life and death.

Jiang Wei's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering him up.

"understood."

Fang Qingyu nodded slowly, his tone serious.

The two stopped talking and continued on their way in silence.

Several days later, the massive alloy gate of Ash Outpost came into view.

Fang Qingyu did not immediately merge with the source, but instead found a relatively safe place in the stronghold to treat his wounds and recover his strength.

The origin of space is no small matter, and the fusion process is bound to be dangerous. He needs to adjust his state to the optimal level.

Two days later, the exit of "Abyss" was reopened stably.

Fang Qingyu, with Jiang Wei in tow, followed the flow of people into the dark blue spatial vortex.

After the familiar feeling of weightlessness, I felt grounded again.

The unique fresh and spiritual energy of this blessed land filled my lungs.

As soon as Fang Qingyu stepped out of the teleportation hall, he ran into a familiar figure.

It was Wei Banmeng.

She seemed to have just returned from the "Abyss," her cool white combat uniform covered in mud and scorched marks, her breathing still unsteady, carrying the fatigue of a recent battle.

But her eyes, like polished, cold stars, were sharper and deeper than ever before, and she exuded a powerful aura that blended with the heavens and the earth!
Fang Qingyu's eyes lit up instantly.

Breakthrough!
"Congratulations!" Fang Qingyu said sincerely, his voice slightly hoarse.

Wei Banmeng smiled faintly but genuinely and nodded: "Well, it worked out by luck."

After she finished speaking, she immediately noticed the strong smell of blood emanating from Fang Qingyu's newly changed black combat uniform, as well as his slightly pale face.

Wei Banmeng's usually cool brows furrowed instantly, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness and concern:

"You're injured? Seriously?"

"You went deeper in?!"

In her opinion, with Fang Qingyu's current strength as a second-tier grandmaster, there is almost no one in the outer stronghold of "Yuan" who could have seriously injured him.

The only explanation is that he ventured into the depths of the "Abyss".

The creature lurking there is a truly terrifying ghost that even a third-tier Martial Saint fears.

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by the question, but quickly nodded and followed her words:
"Yes, I went in and gained some insights, but also suffered some losses."

He then paused, and added:
"But I won't be going next. The competition for spots is coming soon, and I need to prepare."

This was half true and half false, but it dispelled Wei Banmeng's doubts.

She visibly breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze towards Fang Qingyu carrying a hint of disapproval, but more so a heightened understanding of his abilities.

Daring to venture alone into the depths of the abyss and return alive
This guy's strength has probably exceeded her expectations.

“Yes, there’s only one week left. It’s definitely not advisable to take any more risks.” Wei Banmeng nodded. “Take good care of your injuries.”

The three of them returned to the blessed land together.

Fang Qingyu escorted Jiang Wei back to Zhuxi Courtyard, treated his wounds briefly, changed into clean everyday clothes, and then left the blessed land again without stopping.

with a clear purpose.

Chang'an Ancient Street.

Resources must be earned through one's own efforts.

Face and such are completely unimportant.

The familiar bluestone path, the antique buildings, and the mixed scents of sandalwood and ink.

As soon as Fang Qingyu stepped into the entrance of the ancient street, his gaze was precisely locked onto that familiar fishing figure under the weeping willows by the river.

His eyes lit up, and he took a step towards the old man.

One step, two steps
The distance doesn't seem to have decreased.

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

Ten steps, twenty steps
The distance between him and the old man seemed to be frozen by some invisible force!
Fang Qingyu's pace gradually slowed down, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He discovered that no matter which way he walked, the distance between him and the old man did not shorten at all!

It was as if he had been standing still, while the old man remained seated amidst that unchanging riverside scenery.

So close to the end of the world!

Fang Qingyu stopped and took a deep breath.

His gaze returned to its usual calm.

Since walking fast is useless, then walk steadily. Stop being impatient and start walking again.

This time, Fang Qingyu's steps were steady and even.

His gaze was fixed on the figure fishing ahead, his mind calm, as if he were embarking on a silent journey.

Time seems to have lost its meaning.

I don't know how long it took. Was it ten minutes? An hour? Or longer?
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fang Qingyu's forehead, and his back was also slightly damp with sweat.

Just when he felt his spirit starting to feel a little tired from this endless "standing still,"

Hong Qitian's slightly mocking voice finally drifted over slowly:
"Kid, aren't you going to ask this old man why I did this?"

Fang Qingyu stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a breath, shook his head, and spoke in a tired but unusually calm voice:

I don't want to ask.

After speaking, he took another step, and this time, the distance was finally normal.

Fang Qingyu quickly walked to Hong Qitian's side and, without any ceremony, sat down directly next to the large blue stone.

Hong Qitian turned his head and looked at his slightly disheveled but clear-eyed appearance, and sighed in annoyance: "In all these years, I've never seen such a stubborn person as you!"

Fang Qingyu paused, a very faint smile curving his lips, and added:

"In all my years, I have never seen a senior like you who enjoys teasing younger generations so much."

Hong Qitian: "."

The old man's face darkened instantly, and his white beard seemed to twitch.

He glared at Fang Qingyu, but Fang Qingyu didn't make any move.

The surrounding riverbanks are lined with weeping willows, and the flowing water and swimming fish create a scene that ripples and breaks apart like waves.

Fang Qingyu felt a blur before his eyes, and the ancient street scenery around him vanished instantly.

Take a closer look.

I was already deep inside that familiar alley.

Before me stood an ancient and heavy wooden door, with a plaque reading "Longyuan Martial Arts School" hanging above it.

In front of the huge screen wall, next to the mahogany tea table, Hong Qitian sat on a stone bench with a dark face.

"Hmph!" Hong Qitian snorted irritably, pointed to the stone bench opposite him, and said, "Sit!"

Fang Qingyu sat down as instructed.

Hong Qitian picked up the purple clay teapot from the red clay stove, poured a cup of tea, and placed it heavily in front of Fang Qingyu, causing a few drops of tea to splash out.

"Just wait and see if the one you killed was the real one!" Hong Qitian said in an unfriendly tone. "Let's see if what you killed was the real one!"

Fang Qingyu picked up his teacup and drank silently.

He knew that Elder Hong was confirming whether You Shi had completely perished.

The reincarnation of a deity possesses uncanny abilities and an extremely strong capacity for self-preservation; confirming death requires time.

And confirm whether the entrance to the abyss is working properly.

Time passed in silence.

Fang Qingyu could sense that although Hong Qitian appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, there was actually an extremely subtle and vast intent probing something.

It took about one stick of incense.

Hong Qitian suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes!

A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy old eyes!

On that dark face that always carried a hint of cynicism, a rare and solemn expression appeared.

Or perhaps it was the shock of confirming something incredible?

She slowly stood up, her gaze sharp as lightning, staring intently at Fang Qingyu, as if trying to see through him from the inside out.

"Kid," Hong Qitian's voice was low and slow, carrying an indescribable meaning, "you actually killed him?"

Fang Qingyu put down his teacup, met Hong Qitian's gaze calmly, and nodded: "Yes."

Hong Qitian remained silent for a few moments.

Finally, he took a long, deep breath, as if trying to suppress some kind of shock.

"follow me!"

Hong Qitian said no more and turned to walk towards the passage next to the screen wall that led to the inner courtyard.

Fang Qingyu immediately got up and followed.

Passing through the passage, there is a small courtyard with only one extremely simple-looking house.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings were even more simply simple.

A hardboard bed and a desk piled high with all sorts of old books and scrolls.

Nothing more.

Hong Qitian walked to the bedside, bent down, and actually started groping under the bed.

Fang Qingyu: "."

Soon, Hong Qitian pulled a slender, unremarkable black wooden box out from under the bed.

The box was covered in dust, as if it had been forgotten for a long time.

Hong Qitian shoved the box into Fang Qingyu's arms with a hint of pain and impatience:

"Take it! This is the only one left! I really don't have any more!"

"If you want it later, you'll have to find a way to take it from me!"

Fang Qingyu instinctively caught the box; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

Upon hearing Hong Qitian's words, he was about to ask "Where to rob it?" when his gaze was drawn to the ordinary-looking box in his hand.

With a hint of anticipation, I carefully lifted the lid of the box.

then
His lips twitched violently!
At the bottom of the box, two wires lay quietly.
Two thin, hair-like metal lines, each about a foot long, with an extremely understated, deep, dark gold hue that seemed to absorb all light.

They lay there quietly, without any energy fluctuations, like two ordinary pieces of metal thread used for sewing clothes.

Fang Qingyu raised his head and looked at Hong Qitian's still dark face.

His eyes were filled with a sense of "Are you kidding me?"

"No, old man, even if you're trying to fool me, at least show me something decent, right? These...two wires?" Fang Qingyu couldn't help but ask, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"Bullshit!" Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian immediately bristled, grabbed Fang Qingyu's left wrist, and angrily scolded, "You ignorant brat! Open your eyes and take a good look!"

Before he finished speaking, Hong Qitian's rough fingers pinched one of the dark gold threads and pressed one end with extreme precision onto an extremely subtle point on the inside of Fang Qingyu's left wrist, a point where the skin texture seemed to intersect naturally!
The moment that thin thread touched the skin!

Om-! ! !
That originally lifeless, dull, dark gold thread seemed to have been infused with life!
Suddenly, a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer of dark gold appeared.

Next!

It actually "swam" up Fang Qingyu's wrist skin as if it were a living thing!

Extremely fast!

Cool, smooth, with a strange metallic feel!

Fang Qingyu felt a chill instantly spread up his arm.

The thin thread, like a living serpent, meandered and coiled upwards along the muscle lines and bone structure of his arm.

Wherever it passed, extremely fine, dark gold lines, the same color as the fine lines, faintly appeared on the skin's surface.

finally!
As if finding its final destination, the thin thread suddenly "drilled" into a specific acupoint on the inside of Fang Qingyu's left elbow!

"Uh!"

An indescribable, excruciating pain instantly shot through me!

It felt as if a red-hot branding iron was being plunged deep into the veins of my arm!
Fang Qingyu groaned, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

The moment the thin thread pierced into the acupoint, it transformed into invisible roots, instantly spreading out and forcibly fusing with the bones, flesh, and meridians of Fang Qingyu's arm!

The dark gold light suddenly intensified!
It glows under the skin of the arm like a blood vessel!

"Buzz!"

Almost simultaneously with the fusion of the fine lines on the left hand!

Hong Qitian reacted quickly, already pinching another dark gold thread from the box!
In the same way, it was precisely pressed on the inside of Fang Qingyu's right wrist!

"laugh--!"

The same icy sensation, the same excruciating pain!

The second dark gold thread, as if alive, meandered up the right arm and finally pierced into the acupoint on the inside of the right elbow!

hum!hum!
Both arms simultaneously erupted with a dazzling dark golden light!
The light, almost tangible, penetrated the clothing, illuminating the entire simple room in a dark gold hue!
Fang Qingyu's arms involuntarily rose slightly, his muscles bulging and his dark golden light surging wildly beneath his skin, as if countless tiny golden dragons were roaring and surging through his veins!

"hold head high--!!!"

A deep and majestic roar, as if from the depths of his bloodline, suddenly erupted from Fang Qingyu's arms without warning!
The moment the dragon's roar resounded!
The wildly surging dark golden light on Fang Qingyu's arms suddenly condensed!

Two lifelike miniature dragon shadows, each about a foot long and composed entirely of condensed dark gold light, suddenly broke free from the fused acupoint nodes on the inside of Fang Qingyu's elbows!

They are as condensed as substance!

Each scale was clearly visible, its edges gleaming with a sharp, cold light!
Its horns are sharp and rugged, its whiskers flutter, and dark golden flames burn in its eyes!

"hold head high--!"

The two small, dark gold dragons let out an even clearer and louder roar, filled with the joy of newborn life and supreme majesty.

Like the most loyal guards, they circled around Fang Qingyu's arms, head to tail, swirling and dancing!

Each rotation created fine, dark golden ripples in the space.

Wherever the dragon's shadow passed, the dark golden light on Fang Qingyu's arm intensified.

At the very moment this breathtaking scene unfolded.

The name of this divine weapon came to mind.

【Shun Shi Long Gong】!!

(End of this chapter)