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Chapter 368 The Indescribable Thing: Physical Hypnosis!

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

A cold sea breeze swept by, carrying a salty, fishy smell.

The wind stirred the hair on Fang Qingyu's forehead and also blew the hem of Xu Fu's dark gold bone robe.

Xu Fu?!
A strong sense of déjà vu instantly gripped Fang Qingyu.

This name sounds so familiar.

It belongs to that mysterious name in history textbooks.

He belongs to the alchemist in countless unofficial histories and legends who sought the elixir of immortality for the first emperor of all time.

Memories of the dead constantly assault the brain.

Fang Qingyu paused for a moment.

A clear look of astonishment flashed across those eyes that held the power of a swirling galaxy.

Blurt out subconsciously:

"Who is Ying Zheng?"

Hear the name.

Xu Fu froze.

Those gray eyes, which should have been expressionless, suddenly widened at that moment.

The bitterness spanning two thousand years, etc.
Countless complex emotions surged forth like a tidal wave.

Xu Fu's voice was hoarse: "Back then, I was ordered by the First Emperor to lead three thousand men eastward across the sea to seek the elixir of immortality from the sacred mountains."

"...only in the end will it turn into this inhuman, ghostly appearance."

Fang Qingyu listened quietly, his face covered by star crystals revealing no emotion, but his heart was in turmoil.

The overall framework of historical records is not deceiving.

Xu Fu was indeed ordered by Qin Shi Huang to sail east in search of medicine.

That's the process and the result.
It was far more bizarre than any version Fang Qingyu had imagined.

Is this bluish-gray corpse the final resting place of that legendary sorcerer from back then?
He did survive in some way.

It spans a long period of two thousand years.

However, this way of "living" is really too bizarre and unconventional.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over Xu Fu's inhuman body, then glanced at the three ancient, equally inhuman mummies behind him, and he understood.

She nodded slightly: "I see."

His tone was calm, making it impossible to discern whether it was a sigh or something else.

Then, Fang Qingyu's gaze fell on the three mummified corpses behind Xu Fu, whose eyes were still filled with resentment and confusion.

"Who are these three?"

Xu Fu was jolted awake from his bitter memories when Fang Qingyu asked him a question.

He immediately composed himself and respectfully replied, "Master, these three are the three who survived to this day out of the three thousand who went to sea with me back then. They are actually extremely loyal; once they have chosen you, they will follow you wholeheartedly until death."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's faint smile seemed to deepen slightly.

"I see it."

While in the underground palace, the king's corpse was clearly not hostile towards him.

These three guys were still acting like hotheads, roaring and howling at him, trying to rush up and protect their master.

That reckless, headstrong spirit that disregards the difference in strength.

That's certainly quite blind loyalty.

Seeing Fang Qingyu's attitude, Xu Fu felt somewhat relieved and quickly assured him again, "Master, don't worry! Although the underground palace is now destroyed, just give me a little time, and I will definitely make them understand and be completely devoted to you! They will never dare to have the slightest disloyalty!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu's gaze returned to Xu Fu.

He had little interest in these three blindly loyal, mummified henchmen.

What he truly cared about was the corpse of the king who claimed to be Xu Fu.

An ancient person who has lived for at least two thousand years, someone who can recognize certain things about himself, and a fourth-tier combatant who voluntarily surrendered.

The secrets and potential value he possesses.

It was far superior to those three mummies.

"Hmm." Fang Qingyu nodded slightly, acknowledging Xu Fu's guarantee and approach.

"Then I'll give you a few days."

Fang Qingyu's voice returned to its usual indifference as he instructed, "Find a place to stay outside for now. I'm going back to the city to take care of some things. Once I'm out, I'll take you away from here."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fu immediately bowed deeply, his posture extremely respectful: "Yes, Master! Xu Fu awaits your orders!"

Fang Qingyu frowned almost imperceptibly upon hearing the word "master".

His figure, which was about to transform into starlight and leave, paused slightly, and said without turning his head, "From now on, don't call me master anymore."

The sound came clearly in the sea breeze.

"My name is Fang Qingyu. As for how to address me... you can decide for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Qingyu's figure blurred and transformed into a dazzling starlight, tearing through the Arctic night sky and shooting towards the City of Injustice, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

On the sea, only Xu Fu and his three mummified subordinates remained.

A biting wind swept by, carrying with it a deathly silence.

Xu Fu only slowly straightened up after Fang Qingyu's starlight completely disappeared from sight.

The extreme respect on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a kind of exasperated anger at their perceived lack of progress.

He whirled around, and facing the three desiccated corpses who were still staring at him with their ghostly eyes and making incomprehensible "hoarse" sounds, he launched into a tirade of angry curses:

"Ho! Ho! What a load of rubbish!"

Xu Fu was so angry that he forgot the Federation language he had originally resolved to practice.

He switched to a more natural, dialect-flavored phrase, pointing at the three corpses' noses, "You three idiots, blockheads, are your brains filled with rotten mud from two thousand years ago?! What are you glaring at? You're not happy?!"

He raised his hand and, without any hesitation, slammed it down on the head of the red-haired corpse closest to him.

It knocked on the other person's head until it buzzed.

"Am I crazy?! I think the three of you have lived too long and lost your brains!"

Xu Fu grew angrier as he spoke, pointing in the direction where Fang Qingyu had disappeared, "That scene just now! Are you all blind?! Didn't you see that old beast Chen Yuanshan break through to the fourth level?! That's a true god! A divine body! Not like us, these corpse puppets clinging to life by the deathly aura of the underground palace."

The white-haired corpse seemed to want to refute, and just let out a groan.

"You son of a bitch!"

Xu Fu swung his hand and gave the white-haired corpse another sharp rap on the forehead.

"In the end, he turned into that disgusting mountain of flesh. What was that? That was his ultimate divine technique! That aura! That pressure! Didn't you three good-for-nothings feel it?! That thing could crush the four of us into dust with a flick of its finger! Even the underground palace couldn't withstand his torment and exploded."

The gray-haired corpse, clutching the bone axe, let out a pitiful whimper.

"What the hell! Are you upset?!"

Xu Fu was so angry he almost laughed, pointing at the gray-haired corpse, "And then? Such a powerful thing, who killed it?! Huh?! By that guy just now! By the master in one move! Just one move! Stars rained down from the sky, like hail! That mountain of flesh didn't even leave a trace! Tell me, what does that mean?!"

The three mummies were disoriented by Xu Fu's rapid-fire roars and pounding.

But Xu Fu's words, especially his final description of the scene of countless stars falling from the sky, are remarkable.

Finally, the water awakened their remaining ability to think.

Yes
The master named Chen Yuanshan eventually became so huge and so terrifying.
The mere presence of their breath was enough to immobilize them.
then
It was destroyed by the star summoned by that human.
Even the underground palace was blown up.
The ghostly flames in the eye sockets of the three corpses flickered violently.

The anger and confusion subsided as quickly as the tide receded.

Instead, there was immense bewilderment and belated fear.

They looked at Xu Fu, then at the direction Fang Qingyu had disappeared in, then at themselves, and finally at each other, emitting a cryptic, confused, and slightly cowardly "hoarse" sound from their throats.

Looking at the three silly guys with their CPU overloaded, dazed expressions.

Xu Fu's anger subsided considerably, leaving him with only deep helplessness.

He rubbed his temples and sighed deeply.
"A bunch of idiots."

He waved his hand, and an invisible force swept up the three still somewhat dazed mummies.

"Let's go! While there's still time, get the hell out of here!"

As Xu Fu dragged them toward the nearby icy shore, he continued to nag and scold them:

"I'm going to find a place and give you three blockheads a good lesson, and also teach you about the changes in this world and what era it is, so that you won't embarrass me and hold me back when you're with your master and Lord Fang."

His tone was stern, yet it revealed a hint of concern that was not easily detected.

"Let me tell you," Xu Fu's voice drifted in the cold wind, "when the time comes, if anyone dares to act recklessly, dares to cause trouble for Lord Fang, dares to hold him back, I'll tear him apart the moment Lord Fang doesn't even have to lift a finger, do you hear me?!"

"ho"

"woo"

"Ow"

The three mummies gave a faint, submissive response.

The four figures walked away into the distance as Xu Fu's voice echoed in the background.

It quickly disappeared into the darkness of the Arctic coastline.

City of injustice.

The dome has closed again, shutting out the cold wind and starlight from the outside world.

Envelop the city's hustle and bustle and lights once again.

It was past midnight.

Before dawn.

But the entire city was in an uproar.

Almost all the windows were lit.

The streets were teeming with people, ten times more crowded than even the most bustling night markets.

No one felt sleepy at all.

After experiencing a series of impactful events that felt like a mythical epic throughout the night.

A variety of emotions are impacting everyone's nerves.

The air was filled with an almost frenzied excitement.

Everyone was talking about everything that had happened tonight.

Among them, the two names that were mentioned most frequently were the Heavenly Punishment Society and Fang Qingyu.

"My God, it was like stars were falling from the sky! I've never seen anything like it in my life!"

"The Divine Punishment Society? Bah! What kind of gods are they! They're just man-eating monsters. Thor did well to kill them!"

"What exactly is Fang Qingyu's level of power as the Thunder God?"

"From now on, in the City of Injustice, the Azure Dragon Gang will be king! Who agrees? Who disagrees?!"

"It seems the Lingxiao Society has also taken sides? Old Ghost led his men and stormed in!"

Street corners, bars, teahouses, and even rooftop balconies.

Everywhere there were crowds of people, their faces flushed with excitement and spittle flying everywhere.

People from different social classes put aside their usual barriers and engaged in a heated discussion.

They were arguing about every single detail of the evening.

And among all the big events tonight.

The most breathtaking scene was undoubtedly the one where countless stars fell from the sky, instantly obliterating the hundred-meter-tall colossal statue.

This process has been recorded and uploaded to the internet.

Given this level of popularity.

It probably won't take long.

It will soon reach the rest of the Federation.

And the other side.

The headquarters of the Green Dragon Gang in the Grey Rock District was very quiet.

Especially the building that belonged to Fang Qingyu and the core team members.

The villa was quiet.

A ray of starlight suddenly fell in front of the door.

Fang Qingyu's figure coalesced in the light.

Push the door open and enter.

"Aoko!"

Qi Hao, who was sitting on the sofa with his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, suddenly jumped up.

His face was instantly filled with excitement and a lingering shock: "You're back. That old bastard Chen Yuanshan."

He was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.

Fang Qingyu smiled slightly, waved his hand, and interrupted his rambling: "The matter over there has been resolved. They're in the basement now?"

Qi Hao immediately fell silent, his expression turning serious as he nodded: "Yes, Old Qin is guarding down there now."

The two said no more and headed towards the underground training room.

The door slid open silently.

In the center, a figure was imprisoned.

It was Chen Wudi.

His head was lowered, and his messy, gray hair covered most of his face.

He was wearing materials specifically designed for superhumans.

Old Qin stood to the side with his arms crossed. Hearing the door open, he immediately turned around, saw Fang Qingyu, and his tense expression relaxed for a moment before he frowned again, his voice tinged with anxiety:
"Qingzi! You've come at the right time! Take a look! I feel like he's a bit dead."

Fang Qingyu's eyes narrowed.

His figure vanished from the doorway in an instant, and reappeared in front of Chen Wudi the next moment.

The fingers covered in star crystals were precisely placed on the pulse point of Chen Wudi's withered neck.

It was icy to the touch, and the pulse beneath the skin was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, intermittent and seemingly about to go completely silent at any moment.

Fang Qingyu did not hesitate at all.

They reached directly at the things that bound the superhumans on Chen Wudi's body.

For example, specially made handcuffs, chains, etc.

Soon, all the restraints crumbled inch by inch amidst a piercing cracking sound.

The shards clattered and clattered all over the ground.

Chen Wudi's withered body lost its support and slumped forward.

Fang Qingyu's left hand had already reached out, palm open.

They were actually more than a dozen third-tier Qi and Blood Crystals, each the size of a longan, entirely crimson, radiating a surging, scorching aura.

Without pausing for a moment, he clenched his left hand with all five fingers.

Click.

More than a dozen priceless Qi and Blood Crystals were instantly crushed.

The rich, powerful essence of blood and qi, so dense it turned into crimson mist, was enveloped by Fang Qingyu with a gentle stellar force, and as if it were alive, it was precisely poured into Chen Wudi's slightly open mouth.

"You all go out first." Fang Qingyu's voice was calm and even, without turning his head.

Qi Hao and Lao Qin exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately replied, "Okay!"

He quickly left the cultivation room, the door closing silently behind him, isolating him from the outside world.

In the vast underground training room, only Fang Qingyu remained.

And Chen Wudi, who had been forcibly fed a large amount of third-tier Qi and Blood Crystals and seemed to be on the verge of taking his last breath.

Fang Qingyu stepped back two paces and watched quietly.

Change has begun.

"Uh-huh."

A very faint groan escaped from Chen Wudi's throat.

Immediately afterwards, his withered body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a wax figure thrown into a furnace.

That layer of deathly gray skin surface.

Those eerie dark red patterns suddenly lit up with a blinding light.

"Click. Click."

A series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds rang out.

Chen Wudi's withered skin cracked and peeled off inch by inch.

It revealed a deep, dark interior, seemingly composed of solidified nebulae and boiling dark matter.

A terrifying sound erupted from his body.

The joints of the limbs began to twist violently, and sharp bone spurs pierced through the inner layer of dark matter, exposing them to the air.

However, his bone spurs appeared as strange crystals, translucent and flowing with a dark red luster like magma.

Then the entire head began to writhe violently, as if it were a melting wax figure.

The facial features completely distorted and disappeared amidst the nauseating writhing.

The entire face became a constantly undulating plane.

Then, at the center of this chaotic plane.

It suddenly tore open a rift with spiraling, sharp teeth along its edges.

And at the deepest part of that giant maw.

One eye suddenly opened.

Fang Qingyu stood a step away, his face covered by star crystals showing no fear.

Only in those eyes that held the secrets of the galaxy.

A flicker of pure curiosity crossed my mind.

"Is this the form of the indescribable...?"

Fang Qingyu muttered to himself, as if he were observing a rare specimen.

The deformed creature before our eyes confirms Jiang Wei's earlier warning.

Forcibly cultivating an invincible technique without meeting the prerequisites will ultimately lead to complete distortion, transforming the individual into an indescribable and terrifying being.

Chen Wudi, or rather, Chen Wudi in the past.

This blasphemous transformation has now been completely completed.

However, this curiosity lasted for less than two seconds.

Fang Qingyu made a move.

With a single step, his figure appeared in front of the nearly three-meter-tall mutant as if by teleportation.

The size difference between the two is huge.

The mutated creature's enormous eyes, burning with dark golden flames, indifferently looked down at the tiny Fang Qingyu below.

Fang Qingyu seemed to ignore his indifferent gaze.

They also completely ignored the distorted force field emanating from the other party, which was enough to cause an ordinary third-tier being to collapse.

With a slight bend, his right hand, covered in jet-black star crystals and flowing with countless silver stars, reached out naturally and grabbed the deformed creature's ankle, which was made of dark red crystals and resembled twisted tree roots.

next second!
Fang Qingyu twisted his waist suddenly, and the power of his star bones erupted all over his body.

Then, its massive, heavy body, composed of twisted dark matter and bizarre crystals.

With Fang Qingyu's seemingly casual swing, it was like a huge tattered sack being swung into a huge semicircle.

Boom-! ! ! !

A muffled, loud bang exploded in the underground training room.

The ground was smashed into a shallow crater.

Countless fine cracks spread out like a spider web.

The dark substance flowing over the mutant's body was shaken and splashed, and the dark gold vertical pupils deep inside its mouthparts momentarily dissipated.

That indescribable aura.

It was actually slightly stunned by the pure physical force of the slam.

Fang Qingyu released his hand and squatted down expressionlessly.

Get closer to the mutated creature's terrifying head, which now only has a huge mouth and a single eye.

The sound pierced through the billowing smoke and dust:
"Now, are you Chen Wudi?"

The giant eye, burning with dark golden flames, slowly turned.

Refocusing on Fang Qingyu's face covered in star crystals.

no respond.

Only a silent, cold gaze.

"It seems not yet."

Fang Qingyu nodded knowingly.

Without hesitation, he took out several more Tier 3 Qi and Blood Crystals from his pocket.

This time, he directly pried open the mutated creature's huge mouth, which was still opening and closing unconsciously, and roughly stuffed the crystal inside!
Then, he reached out again and grabbed the twisted ankle.

Swing it up!

Smash it down!

Boom——! ! !
Another earthquake shook the ground, and the crater in the ground widened and deepened.

"And now? Chen Wudi?" Fang Qingyu's voice rang out again.

His response was still the same unchanging indifference in the giant eyes.

Feed the crystal.

Swing it up.

Smash it down!

Boom——! ! !
"Chen Wudi?"

Feed the crystal.

Swing it up.

Smash it down!

Boom——! ! !
"Chen Wudi?"

This process repeats itself continuously within this meditation chamber.

This was the method Old Man Hong told Fang Qingyu on how to force him to reveal the Invincible Technique.

In short, physical hypnosis.

Old Hong said, "Judging from the current situation..."

Chen Wudi himself is very likely a victim, meaning that Chen Wudi may not have known that he was practicing the Invincible Technique.

Although Chen Wudi has already become distorted at this moment.

But in fact, his consciousness was not completely dead, otherwise his physical body would have died as well.

Therefore, we can use Fang Qingyu's current method.

They kept swinging it around, causing its head to slam violently against the ground.

Until Chen Wudi himself regained consciousness.

The living room on the first floor of the villa.

Lao Qin and Qi Hao sat on the sofa.

Despite the thick soundproofing layer and floor, the rhythmic, muffled thuds below, like those of a pile driver, were still audible.

It still came up clearly.

The water glasses on the coffee table trembled slightly from the vibration.

The expressions on their faces had changed from initial shock to numbness and a hint of sympathy.

"It's been over an hour, hasn't it?"

Qi Hao swallowed hard, listening to the seemingly endless sound of hammering.

Old Qin rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "Judging from this noise, that Chen Wudi, or rather that thing, is really tough enough to take a beating."

Just then, the villa door was pushed open.

Jiang Wei, Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and the others returned, exuding an aura of icy night.

They looked tired.

They had clearly just finished dealing with gang affairs outside and comforting the wounded.

As soon as I entered the door, a dull thud immediately reached my ears.

"Aoko's back?!"

Wei Banmeng's cool eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately looked at Lao Qin and Qi Hao.

"Yes." Qi Hao nodded quickly. "I've been back for a while now. I've been busy down there."

He pointed to the floor.

"How are you? Is Aoko injured?"

Jiang Wei's clear red eyes swept over the two of them immediately.

Qi Hao quickly shook his head: "No! Qingzi looks like she hasn't fought at all."

Upon hearing that Fang Qingyu was unharmed, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed completely.

They all wore expressions of relief.

Exhaustion washed over them like a tide, and everyone found a place to sit down and rest, some closing their eyes to relax, others whispering about the rest of the evening's plans.

The pounding sounds from underground continued.

But this reassurance came from confirming Fang Qingyu's safety.

The sound seemed to have become some kind of background white noise.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the thuds of the floor.

Nearly another hour passed.

The continuous pounding finally stopped.

The living room fell silent.

Everyone perked up and looked toward the entrance, thinking that Fang Qingyu was finally about to come out.

However.
There was still no one in sight.

Another hour passed.
Just when everyone thought Fang Qingyu probably wouldn't be there so quickly.

boom--

A loud bang suddenly erupted from underground.

The entire villa shook violently.

The living room chandelier went out instantly.

The exquisite decorative picture frames on the wall crashed to the ground with a clatter.

On the living room floor, jagged cracks spread at a visible speed.

The people who were originally sitting on the sofa.

The moment the loud noise was heard, the figure vanished from the spot.

In the center of the living room was a floor covered with an expensive carpet.

It was as if it had been lifted up by a giant beast from the earth and then suddenly exploded upwards.

The ground was torn apart and blown away like paper.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure suddenly leaped out from the blasted hole in the ground.

It was Chen Wudi after the mutation.

At this moment, its body, composed of dark matter, is covered with cracks left by the impact.

The flowing dark red crystals also lost much of their luster.

Immediately following, a dazzling starlight shot out from the gaping hole.

It hovered in mid-air, a few meters away from that terrifying aberration.

It was Fang Qingyu.

His face, covered with star crystals, remained calm.

Raising her hand, she stopped Wei Banmeng, Jiang Wei, and the others who were about to rush forward:

"Don't come any closer! I'm fine!"

The crowd, who were originally ready to go, were now poised to act.

His body froze on the spot.

The entire living room was a mess, filled with smoke and dust.

A huge hole ran through both floors, and the basement, which had been smashed to resemble the surface of the moon, was vaguely visible.

The mutant's massive body lowered its head slightly, its giant eyes burning with dark golden flames.

It stared intently at Fang Qingyu, who was hovering in front of it.

The enormous mouth, covered with spiraling teeth, opened and closed silently.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

In this quiet atmosphere.

The aberration slowly raised its arm, which was made of dark red crystals and twisted dark matter.

Its movements are unusually slow.

It was as if every joint was bearing immense resistance.

Under the astonished and puzzled gazes of the crowd.

The index finger, gleaming with a dark red luster, trembled.
finally.

Gently.

The light was applied to Fang Qingyu's area, which was covered in star crystals.
On the forehead.

(End of this chapter)