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Chapter 228 Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body, the Only Witness Legion!! (Updated 55 times out of 2 words)

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all.

He directly opened the military tablet that was handed to him.

The screen lights up, revealing a simple yet sophisticated interface.

In the center is a prominent search box, below which is a directory tree divided into major categories such as "Martial Arts", "Body Techniques", and "Hard Skills".

Fang Qingyu's fingers barely paused as he directly clicked on the "Hard Skills" category.

The physical body is the foundation of everything for a martial artist.

Strength, speed, defense, explosive power, and endurance all originate from this!

Especially in high-intensity, sustained large-scale conflicts, a strong physique is the greatest guarantee for survival and continuous combat!
Fang Qingyu currently possesses the Thunderous World-Burning Slash and the Nine Prisons Breaking Limits as his attack methods, and the Thunderous Shadow Escape technique as his movement technique, not to mention the terrifying burst of power in his Dragon Transformation form.

The only exception is the improvement in the Jade Bone attribute, which is based on the difficulty of the previous Golden Body upgrade.
It's definitely a slow and painstaking process, extremely difficult.

Choosing hard skills is definitely the right choice.

In an instant, a string of names cascaded down like a waterfall.

[Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body: This body is tempered with dragon-type blood essence materials, divided into nine tribulations. With each tribulation passed, the body's strength and blood regeneration capabilities both increase dramatically.]

[The Rock-Suppressing Prison Body: This body is tempered by suppressing and locking away the turbid energy from the earth's veins. At its peak, it can withstand mountain collapses and earthquakes. The cultivation process is extremely painful, and the mind is easily corrupted by the turbid energy.]

【The Nine Metamorphosis Scripture of the Celestial Silkworm: Simulates the profound mysteries of the nine metamorphosis of the celestial silkworm. Each metamorphosis can greatly enhance the toughness of muscles and bones and the vitality of qi and blood, and has extremely strong resistance to toxins. It requires the assistance of specific rare materials】

[Hundred Refinements of the Starry Sky Golden Body: Drawing upon the power of the celestial sphere to temper the body, refining bones to the texture of star gold and skin to the texture of star membrane. Requires a special place with abundant star power for assistance; progress is slow, but the foundation is incredibly solid.]

【Crimson Fire Copper Body: Forged by fusing the earth's core fire with exotic copper essence, the body becomes stronger than divine weapons upon completion, possessing a high-temperature burning counterattack. Requires extremely strong fire affinity and physical foundation】

……

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept quickly over these martial arts techniques, enough to drive any martial artist mad.
Although "Pan Shi Town Prison" is powerful, it poses too many hidden dangers.

The "Nine Moltings of the Heavenly Silkworm" requires specific resources and is highly restrictive.

"Hundred Refined Stars" is too slow, while "Crimson Fire Copper" overlaps with his current hard skills.

In the end, Fang Qingyu's gaze was firmly fixed on the Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon.

The dragon-type blood essence material is a perfect match for his identity as a Dragon Fist Grandmaster.

The name "Nine Tribulations" also subtly echoes the previous "Nine Tribulations Body".

Both aim to improve physical strength.

But you should definitely choose the hard skills that are more suitable for you.

This Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body is undoubtedly the best choice.

"That's it!" Fang Qingyu tapped his finger to confirm his selection.

He then handed the tablet to Wei Banmeng, who was sitting next to him.

Wei Banmeng's cold eyes swept across the screen, her fingers quickly switching between the "body techniques" and "sword techniques" categories, and finally selected "Ice Soul Flowing Light Escape".

A bizarre movement technique that combines the true essence of extreme cold with ultimate speed.

Chu Kuanglan grinned and chose the "Lava Burst Fist" without hesitation, which complemented his violent lava energy perfectly.

Lu Jiuyuan chose the "Surprising Wind and Shadowless Blade" technique.

The pursuit is for ultimate knife speed and stealth in trajectory.

The tablet was eventually passed to Jiang Wei. The little girl didn't even glance at the bizarre names; she directly clicked on an inconspicuous "Cultist Resource Exchange" option in the corner of the screen.

Inside were a dazzling array of second-tier life beads, meditation flowers, and an option labeled "Great Sun-level resource pack".

She stretched out her little finger and precisely pointed to the resource pack to confirm the redemption.

This is intended for Fang Qingyu to use in cultivating the Sister System.

Soon, Liu Hanyan's team and Shi Kong's team also completed their selections.

Liu Hanyan chose an exquisite water-based finger technique, while Shi Kong chose a hard skill that enhanced his golden body defense and the Buddha's light.

After everyone had made their selections, the officer nodded: "Very good. The selections are confirmed, and the resource repository will be prepared immediately. Please wait here for a moment."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the operations center with his adjutant.

The metal door slid shut silently, leaving only three small teams inside.

After a brief silence, Liu Hanyan's cool voice broke the stillness.

She glanced at everyone and suddenly spoke slowly: "I've heard that the casualty rate of special teams is more than three times higher than that of regular SIA operations teams or military elite teams."

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a cold stone thrown into a calm lake.

The excitement that had just been building from obtaining the Great Sun-level ancient technique instantly cooled down.

Shi Kong put his hands together in prayer and uttered a deep, resonant Buddhist chant: "Amitabha."

He raised his head, his resolute face showing no fear, but rather a clear and firm resolve. "What Benefactor Liu says is true. However, the greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people. Those who have reached this point, stepped into the second tier, been selected as Hidden Dragons, and received the Great Sun Ancient Method, must have sought far more than just the solitary path to the pinnacle of martial arts, right?"

Liu Hanyan pursed her lips slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her cool eyes, but she did not refute.

Chu Kuanglan slapped his thigh hard.

He said in a deep voice, "The monk is right! What's there to be afraid of! We've honed these skills precisely so we can step up in times like this. Die? I haven't killed enough yet!"

Lu Jiuyuan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and said in a deep voice, "It is my duty, and I cannot shirk it."

Fang Qingyu sat there quietly, listening to everyone's words, countless images flashing through the depths of his molten gold eyes.

The night that the ghostly energy suddenly erupted in Qingjian City.

Those members of the Sanctuary Bureau, dressed in ordinary uniforms, knowing full well that rushing in would mean certain death, still roared and fearlessly charged towards the twisted figure of the Fate Demon.
Many of them were only at the Microscopic level, or even just at the Breakthrough level.

They are also vying for the pinnacle of martial arts.

But at the same time, they are also protecting their homes, families, and neighbors.

Those roars, those figures shattered under the claws of the Death Demon.
It left a very deep impression on Fang Qingyu.

Martial arts skills improve, and one climbs to the peak.

It is Fang Qingyu's pursuit etched into his very bones.

But this doesn't actually conflict with saving the world or protecting what's worth protecting.

Not only do they not conflict, but they complement each other!
On this path to ultimate strength, the act of guarding itself is the perfect crucible for tempering one's will and refining one's mind.

Every time, they fight to protect others on the brink of life and death.

These are all deeper understandings of the true meaning of martial arts!

During his martial arts training, Fang Qingyu established his philosophy within the Divine Management Bureau.

Become stronger, and then protect.

Why not?
Half an hour later, the metal door slid open again.

The officer returned, followed by several solemn-looking guards, each carrying a specially made metal briefcase.

The officer walked up to Fang Qingyu and solemnly handed him the first box with both hands.

The box was cold and heavy.

The surface is branded with the name "Fang Qingyu" and the ancient seal script characters of "Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon Body".

"Captain Fang Qingyu, your ancient method."

Fang Qingyu stood up and took the box with both hands.

Then, the officers handed them metal boxes engraved with the names of Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan in turn.

Finally, a slightly larger box, without any cultivation method names, only labeled "Special Grade Resource Pack" and "Jiang Wei," was handed to Jiang Wei, who was holding a tablet.

The little girl weighed it in her hand, seemed to think the weight was acceptable, and casually stuffed it into her small backpack.

Liu Hanyan and Shi Kong's team also received their respective inheritance boxes.

After the distribution was completed, the officer stepped back, his posture as straight as a javelin, and raised his right hand to give a standard federal salute to all the members of the three squads in the conference room!

His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, swept across every young and resolute face.

The voice was deep and clear, like a war drum beating in everyone's heart:

"The task is arduous, everyone take care!"

"After the Ghost Festival, I'll take you to the Martial Arts Arena!"

The unspoken meaning is evident in the words.

I hope everyone can come back alive.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, then nodded solemnly.

"must!"

Chu Kuanglan pounded his chest hard.

Fang Qingyu held the cold metal box, his gaze piercing through the huge French windows, looking towards the distant horizon, and slowly nodded.

On the rooftop of the building, strong air currents swirled the hems of everyone's clothes.

A strikingly designed aircraft was parked quietly.

It is not an airplane in the traditional sense. It is about fifteen meters long and is covered with a matte, dark gray material that resembles the shell of some kind of creature. Its lines are smooth and sharp, like a crouching raptor.

The wings and body are blended on both sides, and the tail has four vector nozzles arranged in an "X" shape.

It was emitting a faint blue light at this moment, without the loud roar of a traditional engine, only a buzzing of energy like the beating of a heart.

"The Xuan Niao Type III Sky Shuttle is the Federation's latest ultra-high-speed tactical transport vehicle."

The officer's voice carried on the wind, "Made using a combination of special biological materials from the 'Destiny Ghosts' and cutting-edge technology, this vehicle possesses extremely strong stealth capabilities, super-high maneuverability, and the ability to fly in suborbital space within the atmosphere. This is your vehicle for your journey to An Giang Province."

A hint of amazement flashed across Fang Qingyu and the others' eyes.

Equipment of this caliber is clearly classified as top federal secret, and they would have no access to it unless they were part of a special team.

"Board!"

A hatch on the side of the Black Bird Shuttle slid silently upwards.

Fang Qingyu, carrying a metal box, was the first to step into the cabin.

The interior space is not particularly spacious, but the design is extremely refined and efficient, with two rows of ergonomic dark seats arranged longitudinally, exuding a faint metallic sheen.

The five people quickly took their seats and fastened their seat belts.

The cabin door closed, and soft lights illuminated the interior.

"An Giang Province forward command post, coordinates locked. Blackbird Type III, depart!"

The driver's calm voice came through the communicator.

Om-!
The four vectoring nozzles at the rear suddenly blazed with an intense blue light!

A powerful, suffocating push instantly slammed the five people against the back of their chairs!

No gliding, no running start!
The Black Bird Shuttle seemed to be lifted directly from the ground by an invisible giant hand, rising vertically!
Outside the window, the rooftop platform of the Qianlong Building receded instantly, and the entire steel jungle of Shangjing City rapidly shrank in the field of vision.

The feeling of weightlessness was extremely intense!
In just a few breaths, the Black Bird Shuttle had broken through the thick clouds!

Outside the window, there is a vast, boundless blue sky and a rolling sea of ​​clouds below!

The sunlight streamed down without obstruction, turning the wings a golden hue.

Next, the angle of the vector nozzle was fine-tuned.

The buzzing sound suddenly turned sharp!
The entire Xuan Bird Shuttle transformed into a dark gray lightning bolt that tore through the sky, hurtling towards the southeast at a terrifying speed several times faster than that of an ordinary commercial airliner!

The clouds were pierced in an instant, leaving a white trail that lingered for a long time.

……

Chang'an Ancient Street, riverside.

Hong Qitian was still sitting on his old, worn-out stool, his cloudy old eyes half-closed, his fishing rod leaning diagonally on the stand.

The murky river flowed slowly, reflecting the leaden sky.

Suddenly, his withered hand holding the fishing rod paused slightly.

He raised his cloudy eyes, as if piercing through layers of houses and the bustling city, and looked up at the extremely high sky.

There, a dark gray streak, barely perceptible to the naked eye, was streaking across the sky at an astonishing speed, hurtling towards the southeast.

The old man's wrinkled face was expressionless, but deep in his cloudy eyes, a complex and indescribable light seemed to flash.

He lowered his head and looked at his blurry reflection in the murky river water.

He murmured in a voice only he could hear, like a sigh:

"pity."

"There's no time."

……

after an hour.

The terrifying jolt that had lasted for an hour, along with the rapidly receding sea of ​​clouds outside the window, finally began to subside.

The speed of the Black Bird Shuttle has clearly decreased, and its altitude is also dropping rapidly.

"Approaching the outer platform of the An Giang Province forward command post, preparing to land."

The driver's voice rang out again.

Looking down through the porthole, one no longer sees a bustling city, but rather a rolling hilly landscape.

The vegetation is lush, and a winding road runs through it like a gray ribbon.

On the edge of the mountains, a relatively flat area was artificially cleared out and a simple helipad, barracks, and fortifications were built.

Like a precise falcon, the Black Bird Shuttle landed smoothly and vertically in the center of the tarmac, the dust it kicked up instantly being smoothed out by the faint force field emanating from its base.

The hatch slid upwards.

Fang Qingyu was the first to carry the metal box down.

With my feet firmly planted on the solid ground, which smelled of soil and grass, fresh air rushed into my lungs, dispelling the slightly stuffy atmosphere in the cabin.

As soon as he stood still.

A group of soldiers dressed in dark green training uniforms, with crossed swords and shields embroidered on their armbands, quickly approached.

The leader was around forty years old, with a square face, skin tanned from years of wind and sun exposure, a tall and straight figure, and sharp eyes like an eagle. His shoulder insignia indicated his rank as a colonel.

He wore a sincere smile despite his travel-worn appearance.

He walked a few steps to Fang Qingyu and extended his large, calloused hand:
"Welcome! Welcome, Captain Fang! And all the comrades from Longyuan Pavilion! You must be tired from your journey!"

His voice was loud and powerful, carrying the cheerfulness and enthusiasm unique to soldiers. Without saying a word, he tightly grasped Fang Qingyu's hand and shook it vigorously.

"I am Zhou Zhenguo, commander of the 3rd Mobile Brigade of the Witness Corps of An Giang Province! I am in charge of coordinating the Ghost Festival defense in this war zone! I have been looking forward to your arrival!"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback by the enthusiasm and nodded subconsciously: "Brigadier Zhou, hello. I am Fang Qingyu."

At this moment, Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan also got off the Xuan Bird Shuttle one after another. They were all somewhat surprised to see the scene on the landing pad.

"Haha, this must be Comrade Jiang Wei! And Comrade Wei Banmeng, Comrade Chu Kuanglan, and Comrade Lu Jiuyuan!" Zhou Zhenguo had clearly done his homework beforehand, his gaze sweeping precisely over the group as he called out their names one by one, his enthusiasm undiminished. "Welcome! Welcome to the Anjiang War Zone!"

Several officers and staff officers behind him stepped forward, their faces filled with respect and anticipation, and began to introduce themselves:
"Deputy Brigade Commander, Li Weiguo!"

"Operations Staff Officer, Wang Tiejun!"

"Logistics Director, Zhao Yuanchao!"

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Their names all bear the distinct mark of their era and the spirit of soldiers.

Zhou Zhenguo waved his hand and said, "Captain Fang, comrades, the accommodations have been arranged. The conditions are simple, but they are absolutely clean and safe! Everyone, settle down, rest for a bit, and have something to eat! Then we will discuss the defense situation in detail!"

"Thank you for your trouble, Commander Zhou."

Fang Qingyu nodded his thanks.

The group followed Zhou Zhenguo and others across the makeshift helipad.

All around were rows of field tents, makeshift prefabricated houses, supply depots covered with camouflage nets, and defensive fortifications built with sandbags.

The air was thick with the smell of engine oil mixed with dirt.

The shouts of soldiers drilling could be heard from the training ground in the distance; the atmosphere was tense yet orderly.

“Every Ghost Festival,” Zhou Zhenguo explained as he walked, his voice lower, “the city has a Grandmaster and the Bureau of Divine Religion in charge, so it’s relatively alright.”

"The truly devastating places are actually these remote, sparsely populated wilderness areas far from cities, where the fluctuations of the spirits are most frequent. Our defenses are stretched very thin, and the pressure is immense. The arrival of your special team, especially Captain Fang," he looked at Fang Qingyu, his eyes filled with undisguised anticipation, "has absolutely given us a shot in the arm!"

Fang Qingyu looked at the soldiers around him, sweating profusely in the dust, their eyes resolute.

Sensing the somber and heavy atmosphere of this field camp, he suddenly asked, "Brigadier Zhou, why do you call yourselves the 'Sole Witness Legion'?"

Zhou Zhenguo paused slightly, his smile fading and replaced by an almost reverent solemnity.

He stopped, turned around, his gaze sweeping over Fang Qingyu and his group of five, then over the busy figures in the camp, and finally fixed on the distant, vast mountains and forests. He spoke each word with unwavering resolve:
"Because that is our duty."

"We see, we destroy!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was imprinted in the air like a vow.

"We will never allow the demons of fate to be exposed to the public! We will never allow panic to spread! We will never allow those twisted things to taint the lives of our compatriots! Anything that enters my sight will be annihilated in its infancy with the force of thunder!"

"This is the 'eyewitness'!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu and the other four were all shocked.

A hint of respect flashed in Wei Banmeng's cool eyes.

Chu Kuanglan put away his carefree expression and nodded vigorously.

Lu Jiuyuan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

Jiang Wei tilted her head back, her clear eyes looking at Zhou Zhenguo, then glancing at the dust rising from the training field in the distance, and gently twirling the lollipop in her mouth.

Fang Qingyu held the cold metal box in his arms.

Looking at the dark-skinned, determined-eyed brigade commander in front of him, he slowly nodded.

"understood."

(End of this chapter)