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Chapter 406 The Great Demon King Bojun, Zhulong Descends!!
The words fell.

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

The generals looked at each other, making sure to remember the key points Hong Qitian had made.

Obedience, deception, delay, waiting for reinforcements, and certain death.

It sounds logically sound and has a clear objective.

Everything seemed simple.

But something seems a little off.

What's wrong?
Is it the humiliation caused by the tactics themselves being too subservient?
Or is it the immense uncertainty inherent in placing the safety of countless people on deceiving the gods?
Or is it a concern about whether a fifth-tier expert can kill a god in time?
No one could immediately pinpoint the source of this awkwardness.

However, given the absolute disparity in strength and the bloody lesson learned in Loulan City, this seems to be the only feasible expedient measure that can minimize casualties.

They could only suppress the complex emotions in their hearts and nod.

"understand!"

The crowd responded in unison.

Hong Qitian nodded slightly and stopped pursuing the matter.

With a light tap of my fingertip on the desktop screen, I switched the view.

"In addition, there's the method I emphasized to you before regarding the surveillance of the Christian cultists within the city."

His tone turned serious. "We must be careful to maintain the right balance! Remember, they are bewitched by divinity and their thinking has been corrupted. They do not inherently intend to betray humanity or obey the gods' commands! Our goal is to identify dangerous individuals, control the situation, and prevent large-scale riots and sacrificial incidents, not to create panic and internal conflict!"

His sharp gaze swept over several bureau chiefs known for their tough methods: "Especially you, Lao Wu, keep things steady in Qingjian! Don't resort to high-pressure crackdowns at the drop of a hat, lest you make a fool of yourself by 'better to kill a thousand innocent people than innocent ones'! Distinguish between primary and secondary conflicts; the ghosts and those real troublemakers are the primary enemies!"

Wu Yu, whose name was called, twitched his facial muscles and quickly straightened his back: "Yes, Director! I guarantee I'll handle things properly!"

"The same goes for everyone else!"

Hong Qitian surveyed the room. "Appeasement is the primary focus, monitoring is secondary, and any necessary swift and decisive measures must be precise and supported by sufficient evidence. Anyone who causes a major mess at this critical juncture and triggers large-scale internal strife will face my ruthlessness."

"Yes!" This time the answer was uniform and resolute.

Hong Qitian turned off the light screen projection, straightened up, and his voice returned to its usual cold and hard tone: "The general direction has been set. The specific details and response plans will be formulated and implemented by each war zone and city according to their own circumstances. The Divine Administration Bureau grants you a high degree of autonomy. Unless there is a devastating crisis or something that is difficult to handle by the divine body itself, you do not need to report everything."

He paused, then took one last look at the generals standing solemnly below.

"The meeting is dismissed!"

The order was given, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Heavy footsteps and low voices rang out again.

Everyone stood up, carrying their own missions and heavy burdens of pressure, and filed out, their figures quickly disappearing outside the heavy conference room doors.

The huge circular conference room suddenly became empty.

Only the first two rows of seats remain.

Hong Qitian remained seated calmly in the seat of honor next to Hong Qitian, sitting motionless.

Beside him were the giant with golden eyes and a bushy beard, the gray-robed old man surnamed Meng with a calm aura, and several other fifth-order beings with different appearances and profound auras.

The young girl, Crescent Moon, dressed in a light purple palace gown and with delicate features, also stopped swinging her legs.

They didn't move.

The screen of Hong Qitian's old cell phone, which was on the table, was still lit up.

The video call interface is displayed.

Fang Qingyu's figure was clearly visible on the screen, with the background appearing to be a hotel suite.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, and the strange phenomenon of starlight flowing around him had subsided.

But those eyes that held the secrets of the galaxy.

He was calmly watching the conference room through the screen.

The space rippled silently in circles of tiny waves.

Like a lake surface tossed with pebbles.

The next second, an ice-blue figure appeared silently in the center of the conference room, as if emerging from the ripples of water.

She wore an ice-blue dress similar to the one worn during the battle on the Arctic ice plains; her face was stunningly beautiful and aloof, and her temperament was elegant and refined.

It was Luo Qinglian who should have vanished into nothingness in the final glory!

Her appearance elicited no gasps, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Sister!" The girl in palace attire, Crescent Moon, was the first to jump up, her face instantly breaking into a bright smile.

Like a fledgling returning to its nest, she pounced over and affectionately hugged Luo Qinglian's arm.

There was no trace of the laziness and impatience from before.

"You're finally back! I've missed you so much!"

Luo Qinglian's cold face revealed a hint of almost indulgent helplessness. She gently patted Yueya's hand, but her gaze immediately turned to Hong Qitian in the main seat, and she nodded slightly in greeting.

Hong Qitian nodded to her as well.

On the table, Fang Qingyu on Hong Qitian's phone screen looked at Luo Qinglian, who had suddenly appeared, with no change in his eyes, as calm as if he were looking at a stranger.

After the decisive battle at the Bone Kingdom, Hong Qitian tentatively asked him a question.

If Luo Qinglian hadn't died, could he accept it?

His answer at the time was: "She is with me, and she is already dead."

At this moment, he is putting this statement into practice.

Regardless of why Luo Qinglian survived.

He has no connection with Fang Qingyu anymore.

However, Luo Qinglian's appearance was just the beginning.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The space inside the meeting room felt as if more pebbles had been thrown in.

The frequency of the ripples suddenly increased, and their range expanded rapidly.

One way, two ways, three ways...

Like ink spreading on rice paper, or light and shadow condensing in the air.

One by one, figures appeared without warning in the empty seats of the conference room.

Some of them wore simple, ancient-style long robes and carried long swords on their backs, their demeanor sharp as unsheathed blades.

Some were clad in animal skins, their muscles bulging, exuding a wild and ferocious aura.

Some were shrouded in large cloaks, their aura obscure and mysterious, as if they had merged with the shadows.

Others appear ordinary, like common people in the marketplace.

In just a few breaths, the once empty conference room was transformed.

Nearly a dozen more figures have quietly appeared.

Without exception, they were all fifth-order!
This unexpected lineup caused Fang Qingyu's pupils to shrink slightly on the other end of the video.

He guessed that the Federation had a deep foundation.

But to see so many fifth-tier powerhouses at once, and so many of them with such different auras and styles.

It even carries an ancient charm that doesn't belong to this era.

This means that the matter to be discussed next is of a very high level.

It has already gone beyond the scope of conventional city defense and the extermination of evil spirits.

It is a secret meeting that only the most elite combatants in the human world are qualified to participate in.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Hong Qitian didn't bother with any pleasantries and spoke directly, his voice steady yet urgency: "Gentlemen, time is of the essence, so let's skip the formalities and get straight to the point. Report on the latest situation of your respective targets."

His gaze first fell on an old man sitting in the corner, his face withered and one eye blind.

Upon seeing this, the old man immediately spoke in a hoarse voice, like sandpaper being rubbed:

"The 'Fierce God's Tooth' that I'm monitoring is currently wandering in the western Pacific region and is in a relatively stable state. I have managed to lure it towards the Bone Continent where the Fate Ghosts gather, and the two have already made small-scale contact and are restraining each other. The danger level is temporarily assessed as: Level 1."

"it is good."

Hong Qitian nodded slightly and shifted his gaze to the next person.

She was a middle-aged woman with a cold aura and a face as pale as paper.

The woman calmly said, “'Malaria Demon' is located deep in the mountains of southern Xinjiang. After its arrival, this fiend attempted to spread plague and miasma, eroding the mountains and villages, but I have repelled its minions several times. However, its true form is cunning and keeps trying to change direction to approach densely populated areas, so it needs to be continuously suppressed. Danger level: Level 2.”

Then, a burly man with a hideous scar on his face and carrying a giant axe the size of a door on his back spoke in a deep voice: "'The Five Gods' are entrenched in the water-rich areas of Jiangnan. Danger level: Level 3."

Upon hearing "Level 3," Hong Qitian's expression instantly turned serious.

He didn't hesitate.

Immediately mark the name of the Five Gods heavily on the paper in front of him.

He then gestured to continue.

The report continues.

"King Mayang is hiding in the northern grasslands and has not yet taken any large-scale harmful actions. Danger level: Level 1."

"The Mountain Demon Granny lurks in the primeval jungles of the southwest, commanding spirits to harass villages and plunder their prey, but is restrained by the local mountain god. Danger level: Level 2."

"The Mother of Plague, whose clones have appeared in cities on the East Coast. Danger Level: Level 1."

"Blood River Ancestor"

"Nine Sons of Ghost Mother."

One by one, the names of the gods were announced, accompanied by a concise assessment of the danger level.

Most of them are concentrated in Level 1 and Level 2.

Low threat, manageable; medium threat, requires vigilance.

Only one of the Five Gods reached level 3.

High threat.

We can start preparing to take action against them.

Then only the last two remained to report.

The second to last person was a young man.

Seeing this, he calmly said, "Bo Xun, danger level 5. If you don't make a move now, I won't be able to stop him."

As soon as he said that, everyone looked at him.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Senior Li Bai, is Mara really that active?!"

The young man listened and nodded calmly.

"After his arrival, he seems to have learned some truths about Buddhism, and now he seems to want to consider himself the orthodox one. We must act immediately!"

After he finished speaking, Hong Qitian, who was at the top, immediately took over the conversation seriously.

No nonsense.

His gaze swept over Crescent Moon and the other two fifth-tier powerhouses.

"Crescent Moon, Old Bear, Iron Mountain, come with me after the meeting."

The three people whose names were called immediately nodded solemnly.

We acted immediately.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Then only the last one remained.

Almost everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to it.

He was an extremely slovenly old man.

His hair was gray and greasy, like a tangled mess of weeds; his face was covered with wrinkles, showing signs of weathering life.

He was wearing a faded, greasy, old Taoist robe, and a shiny yellow wine gourd hung from his waist.

His eyes were half-closed, as if he was still recovering from a hangover.

He looked like he hadn't woken up.

Hong Qitian's gaze fell on him, with a hint of inquiry.

The old man let out a loud burp, slowly took off his gourd, unscrewed the lid, and took a big gulp of cheap liquor. The pungent aroma instantly filled the air.

He smacked his lips, then spoke in a hoarse voice with a heavy rural accent, his words muffled and unclear:
"Gonggong, Level: 0".

"Level 0?!"

As soon as these words came out.

Hong Qitian, Yueya, and the others, who had already gotten up to deal with Bo Xun, suddenly stopped.

Their faces were filled with disbelief, and they all sat up straight again.

His gaze was fixed intently on that old geezer.

Even the gray-robed old man surnamed Meng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Gonggong, the water god who knocked down Mount Buzhou in ancient legends.

His infamous reputation has been passed down through the ages.

In previous surveillance records, this volatile water god's danger level never fell below level 2.

It often fluctuates between level 3 and level 4.

They are high-risk holdouts who give all those monitoring them a headache.

It suddenly dropped to level 0.

This is even more unbelievable than the sun rising in the west.

Hong Qitian stared intently at the old man, his voice tinged with barely concealed surprise and doubt: "Old drunkard, are you sure? That big idiot Gonggong has been so well-behaved lately?! Are you seeing things because you've had too much to drink?"

The old drunkard was not surprised by the crowd's strong reaction, as if he had expected it.

He took another swig of wine, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his dirty sleeve, rolled his eyes, and said irritably:
"Because Zhulong has appeared, that big oaf has been frantically looking for her lately and hasn't had time to cause any trouble."

As soon as these words came out.
Fang Qingyu, who had been just observing the situation, was taken aback when he heard this in his hotel room.

The Candle Dragon has also descended upon this world! ? ?
"Zhulong?!"

Upon hearing this, the others immediately became serious.

Even Hong Qitian abandoned his lazy demeanor and sat up straight.

Hong Qitian's expression instantly turned extremely serious.

He leaned forward, his gaze sharp and fixed on the old drunkard: "Zhulong?! This is her first time descending into this world, what is her attitude?"

This question is crucial.

Zhulong's status and power far surpass those of Miao Hong and the likes of Wutong Shen.

Her attitude was enough to influence the course of the entire battle.

The old drunkard, bombarded with questions by Hong Qitian, scratched his messy hair, a look of utter helplessness mixed with a comical grievance on his face:

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!"

He took another big gulp of wine, as if to calm his nerves.

"What rank of deity is Zhulong? You all know perfectly well."

"I only saw Gonggong, that big idiot, once, and then he disappeared."

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Zhulong appeared, but his whereabouts and intentions are unknown.

The unknown is often more unsettling than the known enemy.

Hong Qitian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

He knew that dwelling on it now was pointless.

So he looked at the old drunkard and nodded solemnly: "Understood, old drunkard. Please continue to keep a close eye on Gonggong's movements, and at the same time, try to pay attention to any clues related to Zhulong. As soon as you have any definite news, no matter when or where, report it to the highest level immediately!"

"Alright! I get it, old man!"

The old drunkard patted his chest and took another swig of wine.

“Alright!” Hong Qitian no longer hesitated and stood up abruptly. “Let’s go, let’s deal with Bo Xun first.”

"action!"

"go!"

"..."

The moment the order is given.

The figures of Hong Qitian and his three companions blurred instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the other fifth-tier experts responsible for high-threat targets also disappeared silently from the conference room.

They went to their respective battlefields.

Luo Qinglian nodded slightly to the few fifth-tier cultivators who remained, and with a flash of her icy blue figure, she merged into the void.

I don't know where I'm going.

The crescent moon, the girl in palace attire, disappeared.

He even turned back and made a face in the direction where Luo Qinglian disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the noise subsided.

The conference room was just a few moments ago packed with people, gathering nearly half of the world's top combat power.

It became incredibly empty and desolate.

Hong Qitian slowly stood up from his seat, stretched, and his bones cracked softly.

He picked up the old cell phone on the table, its screen still lit up.

Fang Qingyu's image remained clear on the screen.

"Hey kid, the meeting's over, got your fill of the show?"

Hong Qitian grinned, his carefree smile returning to his face, and said to Fang Qingyu on the screen, "Any questions you want to ask? While I'm in a good mood, I'll answer them for you."

Qingjian City.

Inside the hotel's penthouse suite.

Fang Qingyu remained seated cross-legged on the carpet, with the long box containing the mysterious rusty knife beside him.

Looking at Hong Qitian's old face on the screen, he didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately asked the first question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time:
"Was the last person to give the report the real Li Bai?"

Holding his phone, Hong Qitian strolled leisurely toward the conference room door, chuckling as he said, "Yes."

He shook his head, as if organizing his thoughts: "It's the one you're imagining, but his situation is rather special. You could say he's still a pure human being, but the divine aura and accumulated power he possesses have long surpassed the limits of the mortal realm. But if you say he's a god, he has never abandoned this land beneath his feet, nor has he ever abandoned his identity as a human being."

Hong Qitian's tone was unusually solemn and emotional: "Moreover, now that he is on our side, he is a human being."

Fang Qingyu nodded knowingly.

I didn't ask Li Bai why he lived so long.

This kind of question doesn't make much sense.

"And those dozens that suddenly appeared afterward."

Fang Qingyu was referring to those people who later silently arrived in the conference room.

"It's pretty much the same."

Hong Qitian pushed open the conference room door and walked down the empty, quiet corridor. His voice came through the phone clearly, “They’re all old relics. Some are direct descendants of ancient sages who survived by virtue of their bloodline and secret techniques, while others, like Li Bai, underwent some kind of sublimation and transformation in the long years and in their struggle against the gods.”

"There are also beings that are extremely ancient and powerful, who, by chance, have stood on the side of humanity. Their circumstances vary, but what they have in common is that they have all lived for a long time, are strong enough, and are willing to contribute to protecting this land."

"Their primary task right now is what you just heard: surveillance."

"Keep an eye on those deities that pose a potentially huge threat, assess the threat, issue timely warnings, and strike swiftly when necessary!"

Fang Qingyu listened silently.

Hong Qitian's description perfectly matched the information he observed at the meeting.

These people's mission.

It monitors the threats at the highest level of humanity.

After a moment of silence, Fang Qingyu asked about the gods: "The ranking of gods... I just heard them mention the Ancestral Spirit level, what comes after that?"

"Oh, this."

Hong Qitian continued walking, his tone becoming as if he were explaining common sense.

"Actually, it's similar to the division of divine forces, only the first three are different. The division before the divine forces is Ancestral Spirit, Mountains and Rivers, and Mysterious Cauldron."

"The last two are actually the same, called Yuanxu and Taichu."

“The Bo Xun that Li Bai just mentioned is a Xuan Ding level deity, which is very troublesome. That’s why they rushed to kill him.”

Fang Qingyu listened thoughtfully and nodded.

He didn't recognize the name Bo Xun, but he had casually looked it up online while listening to it.

Mara, also known as Mahadeva, is the lord of the sixth heaven of the Desire Realm, Paranirmitavasavartin, in Buddhist scriptures.

Such a comparison.

That gives you a general idea of ​​just how valuable a Xuan Ding-level item is.

Not to mention the Primordial Ruins and the Primordial Beginning mentioned above.

"As for killing a god."

Hong Qitian seemed to have anticipated Fang Qingyu's doubts and chuckled.

"As I said before, the reason why no one has ever thought about extinction throughout history is actually due to faith."

He emphasized, "As long as their faith on earth remains intact, they can be resurrected indefinitely."

But...

Hong Qitian then changed the subject.

“Killing them isn’t entirely pointless, because once their true forms die, it takes time for them to be resurrected.”

"This timeframe could be a few months, a few years, or even a few decades."

"What we have gained is this precious breathing space and time for development."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu finally understood.

The doubts in my heart have been basically resolved.

He watched on the screen as Hong Qitian had already slipped to the exit of the headquarters building.

The sky outside was just beginning to lighten.

"Any more questions? If not, I'm going to hang up and go catch some sleep. Holding meetings with these old guys is more tiring than farming ten acres of land!"

Hong Qitian yawned.

"It's gone for now."

Fang Qingyu shook his head.

"Row!"

Hong Qitian stopped and stood at the doorway where the morning light was just beginning to break.

Looking at Fang Qingyu on the phone screen.

Suddenly he grinned.

"You're almost there too. Don't listen to any of that Yuanxu stuff. The gods of the Primordial Era are powerful, but actually, they're only within the fifth rank."

"I'll teach them a lesson when you reach level four."

The voice just fell.

Hong Qitian abruptly ended the video call.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
A busy tone sounds.

Inside a hotel penthouse suite in Qingjian City.

Fang Qingyu stared at the phone in his hand, its screen suddenly going black.

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face.

"This old man really has a lot of faith in me."

Fang Qingyu muttered to himself.

How can a fourth-tier being slay a fifth-tier deity's true form?

This kind of thing.

Well.
You know what, it actually seems like something worth trying!

Fang Qingyu shook his head, suppressing his distracting thoughts.

The most urgent task at present is to continue accumulating skill points.

The power of the true form of a god.

It's a bit too far removed from my own life.

Fang Qingyu then got up and prepared to head to the next city.

However, just as he straightened up...
A familiar, faint fragrance suddenly wafted out behind him.

This scent... seems familiar?

At the same time, a female voice, as clear as ice beads falling onto a jade plate yet containing an air of authority, rang out from just inches behind him:

"Where is my sister?!"

(End of this chapter)