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Chapter 352 Four Breakthroughs, Spiritual Platform!!!
Old Hong on the other end of the phone seemed to have lost interest in continuing to explain.

Or rather, he simply didn't believe that Fang Qingyu could meet these conditions.

His tone returned to that lazy, languid manner:

"Alright, alright, I know you're very curious, but just listen to this and don't overthink it."

"Old man, the braised pork in this pot is almost burnt, I'll hang up now. Don't bother me unless it's important, and if it is, it's best not to bother me either."

“Beep. Beep.”

Upon hearing the busy tone, Old Man Hong promptly hung up the phone.

Fang Qingyu slowly put down his phone.

There was no rush to ask Old Man Hong for a specific explanation of the Lingtai (spirit platform).

I haven't gotten my hands on the Invincible Technique yet.

Asking so many questions is useless.

However, seeing Fang Qingyu's thoughtful expression, Jiang Wei suddenly asked:
"Qingzi, have you grasped the essence of the Heart Sutra I gave you?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

The Heart Sutra of No Form.

When breaking through to the third level, the system popped up a notification that the Heart Sutra had been activated.

But what followed was the Heavenly Punishment Society's surprise attack and pre-battle preparations.

So I haven't had a chance to explain it to Jiang Wei in detail yet.

"Getting started."

Fang Qingyu nodded, started the car, and the car re-entered the somewhat desolate streets in the early morning.

"Just when I broke through to the third tier."

Upon hearing the word "entry level," Jiang Wei's face instantly lit up with joy.

She immediately sat up straight.

Her long, bright red hair gently brushed against her shoulders as the car swayed, and she looked intently at Fang Qingyu as she explained:

"That's right. The 'spiritual platform' that Elder Hong mentioned is actually... let me calculate."

She extended her slender, fair fingers and tapped them a few times in the air. "It's something that you can only truly condense after your will breaks through its limits four times."

"Willpower. Breaking limits four times?"

Fang Qingyu's fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.

"Yes, when you break through the limit for the fourth time, you will be able to build a spiritual platform in your sea of ​​consciousness."

Jiang Wei nodded vigorously, her ruby-like eyes gleaming with unwavering determination. "So Chen Wudi's cultivation method is indeed extremely difficult. The key lies in the first physical condition, which is the foundation. It can only be achieved by reaching the pinnacle of each major realm, and it cannot be compensated for later."

She paused for a moment, then continued her analysis: "As for the Spirit Platform, although you can cultivate it in later stages, you've already personally experienced the difficulty of entering the Formless Heart Sutra, haven't you?"

"The time and energy required to cultivate one's will to the point of breaking through the limit four times and condensing the spiritual platform at the third stage is absolutely enormous."

"With your talent and cultivation speed, the time it will take you to break through to the fourth level will definitely be much faster than if you were to grind your spiritual platform at the third level."

Her meaning was clear.

Rather than struggling with an almost impossible task at level three.

It would be better to advance to the fourth tier as soon as possible and pursue your goals on a higher platform.

This is a prerequisite for the invincible technique.

It was so harsh that it almost severed the path to cultivation.

Fang Qingyu listened to Jiang Wei's clear and logical analysis, nodded thoughtfully, and did not immediately refute her.

On the surface, Jiang Wei's analysis appears logically sound.

Third-order Spirit Platform Condensation?

This certainly sounds like a fantasy.

But I have my own diagrams.
Fang Qingyu calmly focused his mind on his sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the attribute panel that he hadn't paid attention to for a long time:
[Pan Nian: 43]

When the Heart Sutra is activated, Pan Nian gains ten attribute points, increasing from 33 to 43.

Fang Qingyu knew this at the time; the Heart Sutra was used to cultivate this attribute.

However, because of the Pan Nian attribute, it hasn't been effective for a long time.

Fang Qingyu overlooked it for a moment.

Now it seems that every attribute on the graph is not just for show.

"43 points of Unyielding Will. After breaking through the limit once, it becomes Unyielding Will. So, to achieve four limit breaks..."

Fang Qingyu silently calculated in his mind, "If we refer to the value of breaking through the physical limit, I still need 254 attribute points!?"

This number.

Fang Qingyu has been working on this ever since he obtained the map.

I've never received such a large amount of attribute value before.

Fortunately, we now have this Formless Heart Sutra. By using skill points to upgrade the Heart Sutra, we can still increase the value of the Heart Sutra.

Therefore, it's not necessary to rely entirely on attribute values ​​to accumulate them.

In this way.
He cultivated his spiritual platform at the third level.

For Fang Qingyu, it was not an impossible task.

However, the most important thing right now is...
We still need to get that invincible technique first.

The car soon entered a relatively quiet upscale villa area.

We stopped in front of an elegant detached villa.

This is where Yan Lin temporarily settled the remnants of the Wild Bone Gang.

After the car came to a complete stop, Jiang Wei, who was in the passenger seat, did not immediately get out.

Her delicate brows were still slightly furrowed, and her clear red eyes were filled with focused thought. She quickly rummaged through her bag and took out paper and pen. She leaned over the center console in front of the passenger seat, and the pen tip moved quickly across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

"What's next in the Heart Sutra?"

Fang Qingyu glanced at her focused profile and asked softly.

"Hmm!" Jiang Wei responded without raising her head, her small nose twitching slightly, clearly trying to recall and sort out the profound meaning of the ancient mental cultivation manual.

"This Heart Sutra is very important. My memory of the later parts is a bit hazy, so I need to think about it carefully to make sure there are no mistakes or omissions."

Her tone carried a rare hint of caution.

Fang Qingyu nodded understandingly: "Okay, you write first. I'll go in and take a look."

He opened the car door and got out, leaving the quiet space inside the car to Jiang Wei.

The engine was still running, and the air conditioner was blowing out a cool breeze.

Fang Qingyu closed the car door and strode towards the main entrance of the villa.

A lean and fit young man stood at the door; he was a member of the Dawn Squad.

Upon seeing Fang Qingyu, the young man immediately straightened his back and respectfully whispered, "Brother Yu!"

Fang Qingyu nodded in acknowledgment, and the young man immediately turned around and led him through the simply decorated entrance hall into the villa.

In the living room, Yan Lin was lounging lazily on the large leather sofa.

A pair of long, straight legs, encased in tight leather pants, casually rested on the edge of the coffee table.

He was looking down, engrossed in scrolling through his phone.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't even look up, only pursed her red lips under the silver mask as a greeting.

Fang Qingyu ignored her.

Yan Lin's demeanor meant that the members of the Wild Bone Gang hadn't caused any trouble under her watchful eye.

So they followed the Dawn members directly up to the second floor.

In an elegantly furnished study on the second floor, the old regimental commander with the missing arm was sitting alone in a single sofa by the window.

Morning light streamed through the sheer curtains and fell upon him.

It reflected on a face covered in wrinkles and looking tired.

He stared blankly out the window, motionless.

Hearing the steady footsteps behind him, the old regimental commander's body trembled slightly, and he slowly turned his head.

When he saw that it was Fang Qingyu, he managed to squeeze out a complex expression of gratitude and awe in his cloudy old eyes, and struggled to stand up: "Captain Fang, you've come."

"Sit down," Fang Qingyu said calmly, with a touch of indifference.

I walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite the old regimental commander.

His gaze, as deep as a still pool, fell upon the old man's face. Without any pleasantries, he went straight to the point:

"Old Commander, what is the name of the invincible technique your son is practicing? Do you know what special prerequisites are required for its cultivation?"

The old commander was taken aback by the sudden question, a look of bewilderment and bitterness appearing on his face. He subconsciously shook his head and said, "To be honest, Captain Fang, since my son entered the second stage, he has become very opinionated about his cultivation path and rarely discusses the details with this old man. I really don't know the name of the cultivation technique he practices or what its specific taboos are."

Fang Qingyu watched his performance quietly, her face expressionless.

He simply leaned back slightly, one hand casually resting on the sofa armrest, his gaze so calm it was unsettling.

He spoke again:
"Oh? Is that so? But as far as I know, Chen Wudi's current state of being worse than dead is not due to the Heavenly Punishment Society creating a god. Rather, it's because he didn't meet the prerequisites for the Invincible Technique, but still forcibly tried to cultivate it, which is why he ended up like this, right?"

As soon as those words were spoken...
The old man's expression froze instantly.

His body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, his withered hands gripping the sofa armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

But Fang Qingyu hadn't finished asking his questions.

Seeing the old man's reaction, Fang Qingyu immediately asked another question.

"And are you sure your grandson is dead?"

The old man looked into Fang Qingyu's eyes without saying a word.

A suffocating silence fell over the study.

The Dawn member standing behind Fang Qingyu also sensed that something was wrong. He subconsciously tensed up and locked his eyes on the old leader warily.

Time passes minute by minute.

The old man's face drained of all color, turning ashen.

In his cloudy eyes, a turbulent mix of emotions surged wildly.

A long time, a long time.

A hoarse voice finally broke the silence:

"Captain Fang, I'm sorry." The old man managed to squeeze out these words before slowly standing up from the sofa.

His hunched figure appeared exceptionally thin and desolate in the morning light.

He dared not look Fang Qingyu in the eye again; his gaze was lowered, and his voice was filled with dejection.

"I have indeed lied to you about many things."

"However, the conditions I promised you are absolutely true, and I guarantee them with my life."

"As for deceiving you, I knew you would see through it sooner or later. I never harbored any illusions. It was just that the circumstances forced me to... alas."

With trembling hands, he reached out his good hand and, with shaky steps, pulled a pre-prepared brown paper envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket.

The envelope looked somewhat worn, with frayed edges.

"Here are the things I prepared beforehand."

The old regimental commander held the envelope in both hands and solemnly handed it to Fang Qingyu, saying, "Now it's yours, Captain Fang."

Fang Qingyu raised an eyebrow with interest and reached out to take the envelope, which still carried the warmth of the old man's body.

The envelope felt quite heavy.

He was eager to open it on the spot to see what tricks this old fox was up to.
"Well--!"

A muffled groan suddenly rang out.

Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up.

The old regimental commander opposite them trembled violently.

His face instantly changed from deathly ashen to a strange bluish-purple.

His eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

A trickle of blood, without warning, suddenly gushed from the corner of his cracked mouth, quickly staining his chin and clothes red.

The whole process was ridiculously fast.

The pupils of the Dawn members standing behind Fang Qingyu suddenly contracted.

Holy crap, a Tier 3 character just committed suicide like that?!

Fang Qingyu's expression remained unchanged.

There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation.

Those eyes like stars in the sky.

He simply watched the scene unfold before him with utter calm.

The old man's blood-stained and pained face froze before my eyes. My body lost all support and fell straight forward, crashing to the floor.

"thump."

The dull thud echoed in the quiet study.

Fang Qingyu slowly stood up, without even looking down at the rapidly cooling corpse. He calmly and deliberately opened the envelope in his hand.

Inside were two sheets of ordinary letter paper.

The first sheet of paper was addressed to Captain Fang.

The content was nothing more than expressing deep remorse and repenting for his deceptive behavior.

For example, "I was momentarily confused and made a grave mistake in my eagerness to save my son. I hope Captain Fang will not hold it against me," and so on.

He also pleaded with Fang Qingyu to spare him the trouble of atonement with his death.

Do not take your anger out on the remaining members of the Wild Bone Gang.

The remaining forty-odd members of the Wild Bone Gang were all innocent victims who had been dragged into this mess. Whether they stayed or left was entirely up to Captain Fang's decision.
Finally, he reiterated that after rescuing Chen Wudi, he would definitely offer the Invincible Technique.

If my son escapes, he will be eternally grateful to Captain Fang for his life-saving grace and will impart all his knowledge to him.
The second sheet of paper was addressed to my invincible son.

The message was nothing more than urging the son to give up his obsession, to prioritize his life, and to tell him that Captain Fang was a great benefactor to the father and son. It also urged Chen Wudi to immediately and unconditionally hand over the Invincible Technique to Fang Qingyu after he escaped.

His words were sincere and earnest, and his feelings were genuine.

He was the image of a loving father who was thinking of his son and entrusting him with his final affairs.

Fang Qingyu quickly scanned the contents of the two letters.

There was no fluctuation in his eyes.

I casually folded the two affectionate letters together.

It was placed on the coffee table next to it.

He stood up and walked towards the gradually cooling corpse on the floor.

The Dawn member finally snapped out of his shock, looking at Fang Qingyu's calm movements, somewhat at a loss: "Brother Yu, this..."

Fang Qingyu ignored him, walked to the old man's body, and squatted down.

I examined the body.

It's confirmed that he's truly dead.

And it is also the real physical body behind it.

Fang Qingyu's lips slowly curved into a smile.

want to laugh.

Having gone through the training of He Manhe's countless faked death experiences.

Fang Qingyu had long since developed an almost instinctive intuition for this kind of death trickery.

Is this body real?

Judging from his physical signs, he was truly dead.

But is the old man really dead?
Fang Qingyu was 99.9% certain.

No.

The performance was good, but unfortunately, the wrong audience was chosen.

Fang Qingyu stood up, his face regaining its usual calm.

Looking at the still somewhat bewildered Dawn Brother beside him, he calmly gave the order:

“Drag him out, find a place, and throw him to the dogs.”

He pointed to the corpse on the ground.

Dawn members: "Huh?"

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Hey... feed the dog?

"Yes." Fang Qingyu nodded firmly, his tone completely calm. "Also, tell the people downstairs to kick all those members of the Wild Bone Gang out."

Fang Qingyu has never liked the people of the Wild Bone Gang.

This has always been the case.

So they never intended to keep those people around.

"Yes, Brother Yu!"

Although the members of Dawn were inwardly turbulent, they would absolutely obey Fang Qingyu's orders.

He immediately found a thick bed sheet, quickly wrapped Chen Yuanshan's body in it, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and strode downstairs.

Fang Qingyu followed behind, slowly walking down the stairs.

Downstairs in the living room, Yan Lin had already sat up straight on the sofa.

She had clearly heard the noise upstairs.

He stood with his arms crossed, his eyes behind the silver mask filled with amusement and inquiry as he watched Fang Qingyu walk down step by step, and then watched the Dawn members carry the body bag and hurry toward the back door.

"tsk"

Yan Lin let out a soft, ambiguous click of the tongue, a mocking smile curving her red lips as she gestured with her chin toward Fang Qingyu, "Captain Fang, you just killed the old regimental commander without a second thought?!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's face immediately darkened.

She walked over to the sofa opposite Yan Lin and sat down, giving her a disapproving look: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

He wouldn't immediately kill someone just because they lied.

"Isn't that right?" Yan Lin immediately retorted, her tone matter-of-fact.

Fang Qingyu was too lazy to argue with her on this issue, his face darkened even more, and he directly changed the subject: "How's the investigation going on your end?"

He was referring to the Bauhinia Society.

While Fang Qingyu and the Azure Dragon Gang were fully engaged in dealing with the direct pressure from the Heavenly Punishment Society.

Yan Lin had been secretly investigating the situation at the Bauhinia Society headquarters.

They were trying to determine if there was any possibility of salvage within the structure.

When serious matters were brought up, Yan Lin's carefree smile faded somewhat.

She sighed softly, leaning forward slightly, her expression a mixture of weariness and solemnity.

"No results, or rather, very bad results." She shook her head. "We can't get into the headquarters area at all."

"Those who regularly deliver supplies to them are all members of the Heavenly Punishment Society. Judging from this situation, the people in the Bauhinia Society headquarters have probably been wiped out. The entire group has fallen."

Fang Qingyu listened without showing any surprise on his face.

It all started when the members of the Bauhinia Society dared to openly attack and kill Yan Lin, their new president.

The outcome was almost predetermined.

"As expected," Fang Qingyu said calmly, then asked, "What about the Trial Society's Achilles' heel? Are there any clues?"

That's what he's most concerned about.

The most fearsome aspect of the Heavenly Punishment Society is its bizarre ability to control others.

Otherwise, Fang Qingyu wouldn't be defending the Qinglong Gang right now.

Upon hearing this question, Yan Lin sat up straight, her eyes instantly becoming serious beneath the silver mask.

She lowered her voice and said, word by word:

"We actually found something."

She leaned forward slightly, as if to ensure that every word was clearly heard by Fang Qingyu:

"The things they believe in seem to point to a specific, existing person."

"A person?!" Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed.

This answer was somewhat unexpected.

The Heavenly Punishment Society acts mysteriously and uses bizarre methods. He always thought that behind it was some kind of twisted evil god worship or forbidden knowledge.

Pointing to a person?

what does that mean.
A living source.

A deified cult leader, or a special vessel.

"Yes, alone."

Yan Lin nodded firmly, her tone resolute, "Although we can't determine exactly who it is or where they are hiding yet, this direction is absolutely correct."

“Some extremely secret prayer fragments and erased file remnants within the Heavenly Punishment Society all point to this core information! All their rituals, modifications, control of the ultimate source of power and the core of worship are very likely tied to this person.”

"it is good."

"Notify me immediately if you have any news."

Fang Qingyu stood up, preparing to leave.

Yan Lin was in charge of this aspect.

He didn't want to get involved.

"and many more."

Yan Lin called out to him again as he turned around, her eyes behind the silver mask filled with curiosity, "Hey, you still haven't explained yourself. Why did you get rid of that old commander upstairs? You have to satisfy my curiosity, right?"

Fang Qingyu stopped in his tracks, his back to Yan Lin, without turning around.

He simply raised his hand and waved it casually, uttering a single sentence in a flat tone:

"Him? He's most likely a member of the Heavenly Punishment Society."

He finished speaking and strode out of the villa without pausing.

Watching Fang Qingyu's figure disappear through the door, Yan Lin crossed her arms.

Beneath the silver mask, red lips slowly curved into a smile, and she murmured to herself:
"Not too stupid after all, at least he didn't fall completely for that old fox's sob story."

Fang Qingyu opened the car door and sat back in the driver's seat.

Enter the co-pilot.

Jiang Wei seems to have just finished the last stroke.

She let out a long sigh of relief, her small, delicate face showing the ease of completing an important task and a hint of pride.

She carefully arranged the several sheets of paper in her hand, which were filled with neat handwriting.

Then, as if to take credit, he handed it to Fang Qingyu with a hint of excitement.

“Here, it’s finished. This is the follow-up content of the ‘Formless Heart Sutra’.” Her eyes sparkled. “Although it is almost impossible to condense a spiritual platform at the third level, the cultivation of the Heart Sutra must begin now and cannot be missed for even a day. The Heart Sutra runs through a martial artist’s entire life of cultivation from beginning to end.”

Looking into the girl's eyes, which were filled with pure joy and expectation, Fang Qingyu felt a warm current surge in his heart.

He smiled as he took the few sheets of paper, still fragrant with ink, and naturally reached out to ruffle Jiang Wei's smooth, silky red hair, his voice gentle:
Okay. Got it.

Jiang Wei seemed to enjoy Fang Qingyu's intimate and natural behavior.

Like a cat being stroked, she slightly narrowed her clear red eyes.

There was no resistance, but rather a small sense of satisfaction.

Fang Qingyu placed the papers on the center console in front of the gear shift.

I started the car and drove smoothly away from the villa area, heading towards the headquarters of the Green Dragon Gang.

at the same time.

The city center of injustice.

The headquarters of the Heavenly Punishment Society is located underground.

The figure in the scarlet robe stood silently beneath the huge black cross, his hood hanging low, his hands crossed over his chest, as if he were silently bowing his head in prayer.

Suddenly, the figure in the red robe abruptly raised his head.

Take a deep breath.

He then slowly turned his body, his gaze piercing through the dim light.

It landed precisely on the edge of the shadow.

There stood a figure shrouded in a wide black robe.

In front of the figure in the black robe was a wheelchair, and in the wheelchair sat another person whose figure was completely covered by a black robe and remained motionless.

The man in the red robe slowly moved his gaze between the wheelchair and the person in it.

A low, satisfied laugh seemed to escape from beneath the hood, breaking the deathly silence:

"Did you eat your fill at yesterday's big meal?"

The standing man in black robes bowed slightly, his posture respectful, but his voice was unusually calm, even carrying an inhuman indifference: "I'm full. But time is truly running out."

His words seemed to have a hidden meaning, carrying a sense of urgency.

Upon hearing this, the man in the red robe abruptly stopped his low laughter.

He slowly turned his head back.

Look at the cross again.

The sound returned to calm:

"Don't rush."

"almost."

"The fish has taken the bait."

(End of this chapter)