Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 152 - 134: Candlebearer’s Metamorphosis, Eternal Night’s Judgment!!
Fang Qingyu could only watch, watching that indescribable figure walking silently, stepping on the cold stone ground, coming towards him step by step.
The hem of the splendid robe brushed over the ground, as if carrying the rhythm of crushing stars.
The jade pendants of the crown gently collided, emitting a clear and distant tinkling, like the echo of a river of time.
Fang Qingyu didn’t even see how the other party reached him, as if the thought had just flashed, and that figure was already within reach!
A scent that was indescribably cool and ethereal, as if from the source of life, seeped into his senses.
Then, a flawless, jade-white hand extended from the wide sleeve.
The fingers of that hand were slender and long, and the fingertips carried a coolness that seemed to freeze time and space, ignoring all of Fang Qingyu’s emotions, lightly touched his forehead!
Buzz—!
Fang Qingyu only felt a cold, vast torrent of information filled with endless mysteries, like a breach of starlight flooding, instantly overwhelming all the defenses of his consciousness, forcibly pouring into the depths of his sea of awareness!
Excruciating pain! Swelling pain! A tearing sensation as if the soul was about to burst!
Countless incomprehensible runes, visions, fragments of insight frantically emerged, collided, merged...
He didn’t even have time to feel any benefits brought by this infusion, only hearing a cold female voice.
"Take good care of her for me."
Soon after, his consciousness was completely engulfed into a dark vortex under the impact of this torrent.
...
"Huff—!"
Fang Qingyu suddenly sat up from the bed!
He could never get accustomed to the process of his consciousness shuttling back and forth each time he met with this great figure.
There was an illusion of being separated by a lifetime.
But.
At least he was back.
Fang Qingyu immediately looked at the atlas before him.
If he remembered correctly, before leaving... the Candle Dragon had given him a great gift!!!
Indeed.
When he flipped to the Candlebearer page.
There were two more skills on it!
One was a skill naturally acquired upon becoming a Pilgrim Proxy.
[Core Skill 2: Shadow Candle Leaping·Eternal Night Trace Lv.1 (0/200)]
[Shadow Candle Leaping·Eternal Night Trace: Instantly detonates the liquid Black Flame enveloping oneself, transforming into a shadow flowing candle that disregards obstacles for short-range high-speed movement (movement speed +200%), and leaves behind a scorching candle shadow with a temporary interference effect at the origin or destination.]
It is indeed a core skill.
Fang Qingyu’s brow relaxed.
Moreover, this was a body technique skill, quite enviable for the Divine Cultists.
But that wasn’t all.
Normally, advancing only results in the derivation of one new skill.
Yet, there was a second one in the atlas.
[Core Skill 3: Eternal Night’s Judgment Lv.1 (0/200)]
[Eternal Night’s Judgment: Drains a 50-meter Dark Domain, entwining the power of corrosion with liquid Black Flame onto a weapon, striking out an extremely dark scar that obliterates all.]
Is this considered a killing technique!?
Previously in the Earth Palace, the slash towards the Mistress of the Nine Netherworld came from this idea.
Though, back then, the surrounding darkness wasn’t much.
Now, he could directly condense all darkness within a 50-meter range onto himself.
Fang Qingyu looked forward to the power of this skill very much.
Yet while pondering, he suddenly felt something was amiss.
Currently, with the Eternal Night Curtain upgraded to level 2, the original 10-meter radius expanded to 50 meters.
The effect of Eternal Night’s Judgment was just right.
How did it feel like the Candle Dragon knew he had the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, hence granted him this skill?!
What if he had no weapon, or the weapon wasn’t good enough...
But as soon as the thought spun for an instant.
Fang Qingyu cast aside this doubt.
This point wasn’t important, after all, his hidden strengths had largely increased, this was factual.
That was enough.
Moreover, the other party’s last sentence clearly indicated they knew Jiang Wei was by his side.
Even if they could see the things on him clearly, it would be normal.
It seems that the Candle Dragon is quite easy-going after all.
When the other party is in a good mood.
Fang Qingyu placed the box aside, having completed all his tasks, it was time to rest.
...
PM.
Fang Qingyu slept for a full 9 hours before waking up.
It was the longest sleep he had since he started practicing martial arts.
He felt completely refreshed.
After a quick wash, he greeted Jiang Wei, who was already curled up on the sofa in the living room watching cartoons.
Fang Qingyu then took her once again into the still busy and tense building of the Divine Management Bureau.
The 28th-floor leisure area no longer showed signs of last night’s grief and chaos.
Although the atmosphere was still heavy, order had been restored. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Duan Ling stood in the center, rapidly issuing instructions.
She had changed into a clean combat suit, her tear stains and dirt marks on her face washed away; though under her eyes were dark circles, and her eyes revealed an unmistakable fatigue, the nearly numb pain had been replaced by a cold, efficient focus.
"C7 area’s Life Ghost fluctuations confirmed, Micro Level intensity, Chang Kun, you lead the team and clear them immediately."
"D2 area’s underground network has detected residual fluctuations, low intensity but widespread, suspected ’Shadow Mouse’ group remains. Zhuo Jun, you take the ninth and tenth standby teams to clean up."
"Ye Jia, Fang Wan, you work with the logistics team to send the recovered Life Ghost corpses from yesterday to the 9th underground level and handle them according to the procedure."
"Fang Qingyu." Duan Ling’s gaze turned to him as he walked in, her tone calm and unruffled, as if the woman who broke down last night never existed, "Rejoin the team, be on standby. Be ready to support high-threat areas or sudden situations at any time."
Her voice was clear, stable, and methodical, each command precise and accurate.
The uncontrolled emotions from last night had been deeply locked away, and at this moment, she was the deputy captain of the third squad, a cog in the defense mechanism of Qingjian City, required to operate efficiently.
She didn’t meet Fang Qingyu’s eyes, simply delegated the tasks quickly and returned to her office.
Fang Qingyu nodded silently, saying no more.
He could sense the repressed aura in Duan Ling, akin to a volcano on the verge of eruption, but she chose to enclose it with her sense of duty.
This was good.
In the following two days, Qingjian City seemed to fall into a peculiar state of intertwined tranquility and busyness.
The massive force field covering half the city in the west still loomed like a Sword of Damocles, gnawing at the nerves of all who were aware.
And beneath this "calm," the Divine Management Bureau was utilizing all its strength to frantically sweep through the other half-zone.
Fang Qingyu, like a tireless combat machine, maneuvered through every corner of the city under Duan Ling’s precise scheduling.
Not limited to any fixed region, but acting as a sharp blade; wherever a tricky, quickly resolvable threat arose, he was dispatched there.
In the abandoned factory workshop, Fang Qingyu transformed into a black thunderbolt, flickering among rusty mechanical debris, as the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, with biting thunder light, cleaved the lurking "Rust Weaver" shaped like a metal spider in half.
Deep in the dark sewers, unfurling Perfection’s First Transformation of Qi Blood, the liquid Black Flame, like a living tide, silently devoured the hordes of foul-smelling "Filth Larvae."
On the rooftop of a residential building in the dead of night, Fang Qingyu confronted a "Illusionary Light Hunter" capable of twisting light, eventually in the condition where all surrounding lights were extinguished, the pitiful hunter was toyed to death.
Every excursus was a high-efficiency hunt.
Every battle added new entries to the Life Ghost Atlas.
[Atlas Record: Rotting Swamp Crawler (Micro Level)...]
[Atlas Record: Shadow Mouse (Cocoon Level)...]
[Atlas Record: Rust Weaver (Breakthrough Level)...]
[Atlas Record: Filth Larvae (Resonating Level Group)...]
[Atlas Record: Illusionary Light Hunter (Breakthrough Level)...]
[Atlas Record: Wailing Banshee (Micro Level)...]
[Atlas Record: Earth-Splitting Beetle (Micro Level)...]
...
Two days of sleepless, intense combat and clearing.
When Fang Qingyu, late at night on the second day, single-handedly slew the ’Tunnel Ripper,’ a giant centipede-like creature lurking deep in an abandoned subway tunnel, and stored its Life Pearl.
He summoned the atlas in his mind.
An azure blue light unfolded in his consciousness, the newly archived Life Ghost Atlas gleaming brightly.
From the small, group-dwelling Life Ghosts of Resonating Level to the challenging elites of Micro Level, a variety of types with differing traits.
[Current Skill Points: 16]
"Finally, it’s enough."
Fang Qingyu looked at the balance, and after two days of intense slaughtering, he let out a breath of relief.
