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Chapter 407 Hehe, I finally caught you!
The words fell.

A few meters away, on the expensive carpet in the center of the suite's living room.

I don’t know when.

A figure stood quietly.

This figure.

Fang Qingyu had actually met him a few times.

Only this time.

The other party was not the empress who wore a crown, her face veiled by jade tassels, and whose body was surrounded by the flow of time and spatial turbulence.

Instead, he was dressed in the most ordinary modern attire.

A pair of dark blue slim-fit jeans accentuated her straight and slender legs.

She wore a simple, pure white cotton T-shirt without any fancy patterns, which made her skin look as white as snow, and it seemed to radiate a luminous glow in the morning light streaming in from the window.

Her long, ink-black hair was no longer disheveled as before.

Instead, she casually tied a neat high ponytail at the back of her head with an ordinary black rubber band, with a few soft strands of hair falling down her smooth forehead and the beautiful lines of her neck.

It was extremely simple, and also extremely youthful.

Just like the older sister next door.

However, none of this could conceal the innate divinity within her, as if she breathed and shared the fate of the entire world!
Without the obscuring effect of the crown tassels.

This was the first time Fang Qingyu had seen the woman's face clearly.

It was a kind of perfection that transcended the limits of ordinary aesthetics.

It was so cold and aloof that it lacked any warmth or human touch.

Especially those eyes.

One eye is pure white, the other is pure black.

One black, one white; yin and yang, the cycle of life and death.

Upon seeing this, the other party's identity becomes obvious.

Candle Dragon!

The one who was mentioned at the highest federal meeting.

An existence that all fifth-tier powerhouses keep in suspense.

That deity who, in the consciousness space, had repeatedly rejected his offerings of garbage before finally reluctantly agreeing to merge with a trace of the space's origin.

Why would she come looking for me?!

Moreover, he appeared in his hotel room in this manner.

Fang Qingyu was a little taken aback.

After all, she has the stunning looks of a girl next door.

The difference between her appearance and that of the Empress we saw before is just too great.
Zhulong's black and white eyes, which contained the birth and death of the universe, gazed calmly at Fang Qingyu.

His almost rude, blank stare.

She did not seem to be displeased.

But her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

This reveals that her heart was not entirely calm at this moment.

Zhulong also had some feelings for his only believer.
how to say.

A little helpless.

As an ancient being that controls the source of time and space, Zhulong has sat high on its divine throne since its birth, overlooking the rise and fall of all worlds.

She was aloof and indifferent, and never bothered to spread faith and harvest souls in the mortal world like other gods.

To her, the faith of mortals was like dust, utterly worthless.

Therefore, throughout the long river of time.

She has never proactively accepted any believers.

No mortal has ever been able to truly understand or communicate with her timeless and divine nature.

However, just recently.

She rested in the deepest part of her own divine kingdom.

A faint yet incredibly clear sense of connection unexpectedly pierced through the barriers of time and space, imprinting itself upon her divine origin.

She woke up.

With a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.

And a hint of surprise.

There was actually a human who, without her noticing or responding, unilaterally and forcibly established a faith link with her?
It became part of her long divine life.

The first and only believer.

This is truly absurd.

Becoming her follower is far more difficult than ordinary people can imagine.

It requires a fundamental understanding and grasp of the laws of time and space.

Its soul essence must resonate with the origin of spacetime, and its will strength must be sufficient to withstand the erosion of spacetime information without collapsing.
These conditions are so demanding that they are almost impossible.

This is why.

Since the beginning of time, no human being has ever truly become her believer.

This human being is named Fang Qingyu.

How did it do it?
Zhulong's initial reaction was indifference.

She was just an unexpected believer, nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in the long river of time, not worth any attention.

She chose to let them roam freely, allowing them to fend for themselves.

God and man are forever separated.

She had no intention, nor any need, to do anything for this sole believer.

But things took a turn.

It quickly exceeded her expectations.

One day, as she once again sank into the tranquil depths of the divine realm, that faint yet resilient sense of connection suddenly became exceptionally active.

She clearly sensed that her believer...
It was actually trying to cross the barrier of the divine realm, moving backwards towards the spatial dimension where she was located.

The Candle Dragon was disturbed once again.

This time, surprise was mixed with an indescribable curiosity.

She looked at that tiny figure.

Yes, insignificant.

In her vast divine perception, Fang Qingyu's power level was still extremely weak.

However, he was shrouded in a mysterious and profound power.

It was this force that guided him, twisted his path, and opened a crack leading to the edge of the divine realm.

What gives him the right? Where is he going? What does he want to do?
This curiosity stirred within Zhulong's unchanging thoughts throughout the ages.

This unexpected connection finally led her to believe in this one and only follower.

It cast a genuine note of attention.

However, this concern soon turned into helplessness.

It even has a touch of absurdity that makes you both laugh and cry.

Her followers, after many hardships, finally managed to pry open a crack leading to the edge of her divine kingdom.

It crossed an unimaginable distance.
The results of it?
What did he bring?
A pile of garbage.

Yes, in Zhulong's eyes, those original sources that Fang Qingyu initially tried to offer up were...

It's all worthless garbage.

He actually dared to try and use these junk pieces.

In exchange for a sliver of her primordial divine power to be fused with?

It's blasphemy!

Therefore, Zhulong refused without hesitation.

Once, twice, three times.
Every time Zhulong sensed Fang Qingyu approaching the edge of the divine kingdom with trash, attempting to establish a deeper connection, it ruthlessly severed the connection, not even bothering to offer a single response.

She couldn't even be bothered to investigate why he was able to find the path time and time again.
I just felt that this believer was not only weak.
His mind doesn't seem to be working very well.

Until the fourth time.

When Fang Qingyu approached again with that wisp of spatial essence refined from the diagram.
The still, unmoved mind of Zhulong.
Finally, a real ripple appeared.

Although it was still insignificant, the purity of that fragment of spatial origin made her feel a long-lost sincerity.

It is no longer worthless trash.
Rather, it is materials that touch upon the essence of the laws of space.

Although of low rank.
But the nature of the matter is correct.

Perhaps he finally figured it out after being rejected three times in a row?

Perhaps it's some mysterious force guiding it from behind?

A barely perceptible ripple finally flickered in Zhulong's clear black and white eyes.

Fine, considering this material is somewhat relevant, and also considering that he is his only believer.
Let's give him a chance.

So, for the first time, she proactively responded to that connection of faith.

A trace of almost imperceptible primordial divine power descended.

It merged with that wisp of spatial origin.

It was this fusion that gave rise to the profession of Border Patrolman.

Time seemed to freeze for a dozen seconds.

Fang Qingyu finally came to his senses after the shock of recognizing his identity and the arrival of the Candle Dragon.

I forcibly suppressed the turmoil in my heart.

The starry river in her starry eyes slowly returned to its smooth state.

But the look in his eyes as he gazed at Zhulong was still filled with an indescribable complexity.

"cough"

Fang Qingyu cleared his slightly dry throat. "She and the drought demon are currently at the Guardian Family's place, still digesting the power of reincarnation. The fusion is not yet complete."

His answer was cautious.

It did not specify the exact location, nor did it mention the word "Da Lei".

Although Jiang Wei once said that Zhulong was her older sister.
But what exactly is the case?

We'll have to see how things go next.

As he answered, Fang Qingyu almost instinctively glanced at the top of the woman's head.

Unsurprisingly.

Still three question marks.

However, these three question marks are gold, which is very much in line with the characteristics of a deity.

Zhulong frowned slightly after hearing Fang Qingyu's answer.

Strangely, Zhulong did not press further about the location of the Guardian Family.

Instead, he remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Fang Qingyu and asked, "Where are you going now?"

"Ok?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, not keeping up with this leap in thought.

He answered instinctively, "To other cities."

That's true; he was planning to head to Yudeng Market.

Upon hearing this, Zhulong nodded slightly.

He then turned his gaze away from the window and back to Fang Qingyu.

"Perfect timing, I've been wandering around this city for a while, but there's nothing much to see."

She paused, her black and white eyes staring directly at Fang Qingyu.

"Then take me to see other cities."

After saying that, she ignored Fang Qingyu's reaction, turned around, and walked lightly towards the suite door with her ordinary canvas shoes.

Fang Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and before he could refuse, Zhulong had already walked to the door.

He quickly caught up: "Wait! I'm not going to other cities for sightseeing, I'm going to..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because the dragon that had reached the door stopped and slowly turned around.

Those black and white eyes looked over calmly.

There was no release of oppressive power, no surge of divine energy.

The two simply stared at each other calmly.

In the end, Fang Qingyu was defeated.

He coughed twice and said, "However, it's also necessary to relax in your spare time!"

After saying that, Fang Qingyu picked up the long box containing the rusty knife.

I gritted my teeth and walked ahead.

Zhulong silently followed, a faint trace of confusion flashing in the depths of his black and white eyes.

She was a little confused.

I had heard a few words from other deities before.

Isn't it said that believers will unconditionally obey divine pronouncements?

But why did she just hear her follower seem to be refusing?

However, the other party eventually agreed.

So she stopped worrying about it.

She hasn't been to the human world for far too long.
The human world was completely unfamiliar to her at that moment.

She didn't see anything familiar about it at all.

That's why he thought of having his followers show him around and familiarize him with the place.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu's feelings were also very complicated.
Taking Zhulong all over the world to kill ghosts in other cities?!
Is this an effort to alleviate the pressure on other cities, or is it a way to introduce an unstable bomb into them?

He couldn't say for sure.
However, as a follower of the other party and a friend of her sister, Fang Qingyu was somewhat confident that Zhulong would not harm him.

That's why Fang Qingyu agreed to bring Zhulong.
Besides, there was no other way but to bring it, given the look Zhulong gave us just now.

That's when Fang Qingyu remembered
The opponent is Zhulong!

Even Hong Qitian and his group had to treat her with extreme caution; if she wanted to kill him now...
It's as simple as an ant.

Then Fang Qingyu remembered Hong Qitian's words.

Let's appease them first.

From now on, we can only take it one step at a time.

High in the sky, the wind howled fiercely.

Fang Qingyu, surrounded by flowing starlight, sped towards the port city of Yudeng City in the southeast.

About ten meters behind him.

The figure of Zhulong followed at a leisurely pace.

She did not use any dazzling divine power or light, nor did she deliberately maintain a flying posture.

She just walked casually in the air.

But it still didn't fall.

Her hair, tied in a ponytail, didn't move an inch.

Only those black and white eyes calmly looked down at the mountains, rivers, and towns rushing past below.

An eerie silence remained between the two.

Fang Qingyu didn't know what to say.

Zhulong, on the other hand, seemed to have no desire to communicate at all, but was simply immersed in her own thoughts or observing this new world that was completely unfamiliar to her.

below.

The city's force field shield was overturned on the ground, and small groups of ghosts could be vaguely seen attacking the defense line at the edge.

Human warriors used the protective shield to launch a counterattack.

The flames from the explosion and the howls of the ghosts were drowned out by the wind high in the sky.

Fang Qingyu's gaze swept over them, and he paused slightly.

I'm considering going down and cleaning up a bit while I'm at it. After all, you can never have too many skill points.

"Please wait here for a moment,"

Fang Qingyu turned around and looked at the graceful figure behind him, who seemed to be walking on clouds. "I'm going to deal with those harassing spirits down there. I'll be right back."

Upon hearing this, Zhulong finally turned his gaze away from the vast land and onto Fang Qingyu.

That face, so perfect it seemed otherworldly, remained expressionless.

She simply stared at him silently for two seconds with her black and white eyes.

Then he nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu no longer hesitated.

It transformed into a dazzling starlight, tearing through the leaden-gray clouds and crashing into the most turbulent core area of ​​the tide of life and death.

Boom——

It was as if a meteorite had fallen into the sea.

The shockwave, mixed with the purest starlight, suddenly exploded in a ring!

Centered on the point of impact, the ghosts within a radius of several hundred meters instantly turned into pieces of flesh and blood.

The view suddenly opened up!
A huge crater, nearly 100 meters in diameter, suddenly appeared, with the bottom of the crater still containing the scorching embers of starlight, and wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

The army of ghosts, which had surged like a black, raging tide just a moment ago, was now largely wiped out.

Only a few mutilated ghosts, their bodies torn apart, were left struggling in vain at the edge of the pit, emitting terrified screams.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

All the warriors who had fought valiantly stopped moving instinctively, staring blankly at the death zone that had been instantly cleared, and at the figure that slowly floated up above the pit, its body shimmering with starlight.

"Fang Fang Shen! It's Colonel Fang Qingyu!!"

An officer, his face covered in blood, suddenly realized what was happening and roared wildly, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Fang Shen is here!!"

"Kill! Follow Fang Shen! Kill all these beasts!!"

The deathly silence was shattered, replaced by a deafening roar of ecstasy and battle cries.

The morale, suppressed to its limit, erupted like a volcano!

The soldiers were energized, their eyes bloodshot.

It roared and launched a frenzied counterattack against the remaining ghosts of fate.

Fang Qingyu floated in the air, his Star Crystal combat suit spotless under the starlight.

He ignored the cheers and fierce battle below, the two prominent stars on his forehead shimmering slightly.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

All that's left are some small fish.

So they didn't linger.

Amidst the murmurs, Fang Qingyu returned to the sky.

The Candle Dragon remained suspended there quietly, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, its ponytail swaying gently in the wind.

"Let's go into the city."

Fang Qingyu pointed in the direction of the Fishing Lantern Market.

Zhulong's gaze did not immediately shift away.

Her clear, black and white eyes first swept over the scorched battlefield below, which Fang Qingyu had instantly cleared, and then landed on Fang Qingyu, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Fang Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and was about to ask a question.

Zhulong's clear and calm voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of confusion and displeasure.

"Your martial arts have reached the realm of 'communication between heaven and man'?"

She tilted her head slightly, causing her ponytail to sway gently.

"According to the classification of this world, this is called 'three stages'?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, then subconsciously nodded: "Yes."

Is there a connection between heaven and humanity?

This is the first time I've heard of this ancient name.

But it should be correct for the third order.

However, the confusion in Zhulong's black and white eyes did not dissipate; instead, it deepened.

Her beautiful brows furrowed again, this time more noticeably than ever before.

Even on that flawless face.

It clearly reveals a sense of dissatisfaction.

"Then why"

"You are the source of my power, the rank of the believer."

She seemed to be carefully choosing her words, and finally chose a statement that was more in line with the rules of this world: "Why only second-tier?"

"Uh"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by this question.

To his utter surprise, the first question this big shot asked after remaining silent the entire way was this.
Isn't this focus a bit too unusual?
Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and explained, "Uh, the first thing I came into contact with was martial arts, so it's normal that my martial arts cultivation is relatively high."

This explanation makes sense.

And it's a fact.

Before becoming a follower of Zhulong, Fang Qingyu was already a martial artist.

but
Zhulong was clearly not satisfied with this explanation.

Those black and white eyes stared straight into Fang Qingyu's starry eyes.

His gaze remained calm.

But Fang Qingyu became increasingly uncomfortable watching this.

Time ticked by, and even the sound of the wind high in the sky seemed to freeze.

Zhulong finally withdrew his gaze.

She didn't speak, but only gave a very soft hum.

Then, she turned back and looked back towards the direction of Fishing Lantern Market.

All that was left for Fang Qingyu was a profile view of her with her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans.

Fang Qingyu was completely confused.

As I pondered what Zhulong meant, his clear and calm voice came again:
"I want to see you, as quickly as possible, raise the rank that bears my power to the third rank."

She paused, as if she felt her tone wasn't strong enough.

He then added coldly:
"My strength is no less than anyone else's!"

Fang Qingyu: "."

He looked at the profile of the Candle Dragon and blinked his starry eyes.

I almost burst out laughing.

So this is the reason why this big shot has been so taciturn all along?!

Is it because he saw that his martial arts skills far exceeded those of the believers, and he felt slighted?
They felt their own strength was beneath them.
Indeed, he is quite an interesting deity.

The tension in Fang Qingyu's heart, which had been stretched to its limit by the descent of the gods, inexplicably eased a little.

Yudenggang Traditional Food Street.

Unlike the wide, modern streets outside, this place is full of the lively, everyday atmosphere of a local community.

On both sides of the narrow bluestone path are rows of old-fashioned arcade buildings, with vines climbing on the mottled walls.

Each small shop had a gleaming food cart set up in front of it, steaming with enticing white vapor.

"Grandma's oyster omelet! A family recipe passed down for three generations! So delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall off!"

"Freshly made fish balls! bouncy and bursting with juice!"

"Candied hawthorn berries! Sweeter than first love!"

The slightly hoarse shouts rose and fell.

Although the shadow of widespread panic has not completely dissipated.

But life must go on.

The food street was much less crowded than usual, making it seem rather deserted.

Most of them were elderly local men and women, sitting in twos and threes on small stools, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, chatting about everyday matters in their thick local dialect.

Interspersed among them were a few sighs and lingering fears about the ghostly attack the previous night.

"Old Lin, I heard your son enrolled in a martial arts school? That's quite an ambitious young man!"

"There's no other way. Times have changed. If you don't have the ability to protect your family, it's better than sitting and waiting to die!"

"Yes, yes...sigh, I just hope those big shots up there will hurry up and clean up those monsters."

Fang Qingyu led Zhulong into this alleyway filled with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.

Dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, the stunningly beautiful Zhulong seemed completely out of place in the noisy, bustling city.

She is like a drop of pure watercolor suddenly dropped into an ink wash landscape painting.

Instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The elderly men and women who had been chatting stopped talking, their cloudy eyes filled with astonishment.

The stall owners forgot to hawk their wares and stared blankly at the woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

The noise seemed to quiet down for a moment.

Zhulong seemed oblivious to this.

Her heterochromatic eyes calmly swept over the steaming stalls on both sides.

My gaze fell upon the golden-brown, sizzling fried foods, the snow-white, round fish balls floating in the broth, and the bright red, glistening candied hawthorns.
A short stay.

There was still no obvious emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

"Want to try this?"

Fang Qingyu stopped in front of a takoyaki stall with a short queue but an exceptionally strong aroma.

Large chunks of snow-white octopus meat are coated in golden batter and sizzled on a specially made hemispherical iron plate. They are then brushed with rich teriyaki sauce and sprinkled with bonito flakes and seaweed flakes.

The aroma is tangy.

Zhulong didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the round, golden, steaming dumplings.

Fang Qingyu understood and immediately took out his money: "Boss, two servings, please."

"okay!"

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who quickly packed the food into boxes. I couldn't help but glance at the candlestick a few more times. When he handed it over, he smiled憨厚ly and said, "Young lady, eat it while it's hot, it's very fragrant!"

Zhulong took the disposable cardboard box and looked inside at the six round little dumplings, decorated with bonito flakes, radiating an enticing luster and steam.

She stretched out two slender, jade-like fingers, carefully picked up a bamboo skewer, and poked one out.

The movements were slightly clumsy.

She slowly brought the small meatball to her lips, opened her mouth, and took a gentle bite.

Click.

The crispy outer shell was bitten open.

The soft, chewy batter mixed with the bouncy, sweet octopus meat, and the rich sauce flavor instantly fills your mouth.

Zhulong paused for a moment while chewing.

Within those heterochromatic black and white eyes, a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer seemed to flash by.

It was so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

Then, she continued to eat the whole takoyaki in small, quiet, and focused bites.

No reviews.

He simply and silently jabbed the bamboo skewer toward the second one.

Fang Qingyu felt much more at ease.

He began to act as her guide, leading her on a spree through the food street.

"This starch sausage is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's absolutely delicious with a sprinkle of chili powder!"

Zhulong took it, looked at the starch sausage that was fried to a golden brown and sprinkled with bright red chili powder, and, imitating Fang Qingyu, tentatively took a bite.

The crispy outer layer and the soft, chewy interior, combined with a savory and slightly spicy flavor, create a delightful combination.
She ate in small bites, not fast, but very attentively.

"Sticky rice cake! Filled with red bean paste, sweet but not cloying!"

Soft, chewy, and stretchy white glutinous rice dumplings are filled with deep red, delicate red bean paste.

Zhulong bit into it, looked at the filling that flowed out, blinked its black and white eyes, and seemed to have a higher acceptance of this sweet and soft food.

"Tusu jelly! A specialty of Yudeng! Don't let its appearance fool you, it's cool, smooth, and tender to eat!"

When Fang Qingyu handed over a bowl of sea worm jelly drizzled with garlic sauce and containing solidified translucent "worms," ​​Zhulong hesitated noticeably for the first time.

She stared at the translucent sandworms in the bowl, which resembled miniature sea cucumbers, a clear hint of disdain flashing in her heterochromatic eyes.

But Fang Qingyu had already scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth, with a look of great enjoyment on his face.

Zhulong pursed his lips, and finally scooped up a small piece with a spoon, avoiding the insects, only dipping it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.

It has a cool and smooth texture, with the salty and savory flavor of minced garlic and soy sauce.

Her slightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little.

The two ate their way along the not-so-long food street.

Whatever Fang Qingyu introduced, Zhulong quietly tried it out.

She doesn't speak or comment; she simply expresses her acceptance or rejection through her actions.

She never refused anything Fang Qingyu handed to her.

But Fang Qingyu keenly noticed that she was much more accepting of sweet and sticky foods, and she seemed more relaxed while eating them.

She would frown slightly and slow down her movements when dealing with deep-fried, heavily seasoned, or oddly presented items.

Like a child experiencing the full spectrum of life for the first time, quietly developing their own preferences.

This contrast diluted the inhuman, divine aloofness about her.

This made Fang Qingyu's tense nerves relax a lot.

Perhaps taking this Zhulong to experience the everyday life of ordinary people would be a good choice?

At least for now, she seems to be cooperating.

Just as Fang Qingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, leading Zhulong, who had already finished a skewer of candied hawthorns and whose lips still had a little bit of glistening sugar stains, they were almost at the end of the snack street.

Fang Qingyu suddenly stopped.

Zhulong stopped almost simultaneously.

She stood to the side behind Fang Qingyu, her heterochromatic eyes calmly gazing ahead.

A hint of undisguised disgust flashed across those extremely unique eyes.

It was as if I had seen something extremely filthy and disgusting.

The alleyway ahead.

An old man dressed in a dusty, greasy Taoist robe was slowly walking towards them, leaning on a gleaming jujube wood cane.

His hair was gray and greasy, like a tangled mess of weeds on his head.

Like a beggar.

However, in Fang Qingyu's view...

Three question marks were clearly visible above the old Taoist's head.

【? ? ? 】

gold!

It's a god again.

The old Taoist stopped, about ten steps away from Fang Qingyu and Zhulong.

He slightly opened one of his half-closed, drunken eyes, his murky gaze first landing on Fang Qingyu with a playful, inquisitive look.

Then, his gaze slowly shifted to the Candle Dragon behind him.

However, he only glanced at it before moving away.

Then the old Taoist priest grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and chuckled.

Their gazes finally settled on Fang Qingyu.

He smacked his lips, and his hoarse voice, thick with a local accent and a strong smell of alcohol, drifted over slowly, clearly reaching Fang Qingyu's ears:

"Hehe. I finally caught you."

(End of this chapter)