Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 223 - 162: Songdu Su Family of the White Fox Fairy, Human Corpse Ghost!
"Alright."
Fang Qingyu didn’t say more, directly taking out a tactical tablet and connecting to the task release system of the Songdu Branch.
His fingers swiftly sliding.
Selecting a mission that matches their expectations in difficulty, location, and reward.
Moments later, his finger stopped on a mission entry.
[Mission Code: Mist Corridor]
[Mission Level: High]
[Mission Location: Deep Area of D-7 Entrance, approximately 12 kilometers in a straight line from the entrance.]
[Mission Objective: Clear the powerful Corpse Seed Life Ghost group, or Corpse Ghosts, occupying the "Mist Corridor" area.]
[Mission Risk: The area environment is complex, miasma concentration is extremely high, confirmed activities of Profound Tier Life Ghosts/Corpse Ghosts, unknown number of Micro Realm Life Ghosts.]
[Mission Reward: Merit Points, priority exchange rights, task points (counted towards area clearing contribution).]
[Note: It is recommended to be led by Tier Three First Realm combat power, and the team should possess strong assault capabilities.]
Fang Qingyu showed the mission details to everyone: "Mist Corridor, about 12 kilometers deep into the D-7 entrance. Clearly, there’s a Profound Tier presence, Micro Realm won’t be few. The benefit is substantial merit, and there’s a chance to obtain priority exchange rights, which is crucial for our subsequent improvement."
He emphasized the risks once again: "Dense miasma, Profound Tier is a real threat. Is everyone clear?"
"Clear!" Qin Hui and others responded in unison, with no fear in their eyes, only eagerness to fight and a longing for the hefty reward.
Wei Banmeng’s eyes also sharpened a bit.
"Then it’s settled. Get some rest early to rejuvenate." Fang Qingyu closed the tablet, "Gather at the entrance at six tomorrow morning."
Everyone dispersed to organize equipment or rest.
However, Fang Qingyu did not lie down immediately but took up the thick book recording the new saber technique, silently pushed the door, and went out.
Moving away from the camp’s clamor, only the night wind howling in the direction of the distant pit.
Fang Qingyu stood still on the cold ground, closed his eyes, and focused.
This sword manual was named Scorching World Blade, different from the swift and changeable Thunder Strike Eight Slashes.
Scorching World Blade emphasized just two words.
Dominance!
Each move was like a volcanic eruption, fierce flames sweeping through!
It emphasized extreme offense, crushing all obstacles with the scorching sword intent of incinerating everything!
Seeing the activation progress on the diagram just one step away.
Fang Qingyu began to practice, using his finger as a knife.
Before long.
A violent and scorching thought surged into Fang Qingyu’s awareness like magma!
As if holding an invisible blade of flame, a domineering sword intent that could burn everything burst in Fang Qingyu’s chest!
Suddenly opening his eyes, a fleeting hint of red-gold flame seemed to flash deep within his pupils.
Without drawing his saber, he merely used his finger as a blade, slowly tracing a mysterious trajectory in the void. The air emitted a faint hissing sound as if being burned by high temperature, and an invisible heatwave spread from him as the center.
[Congratulations on activating the advanced skill "Scorching World Blade"]
...
The next morning, as dawn broke.
At the D-7 entrance, the dense, inky purple miasma was still churning.
Fang Qingyu’s team of seven, plus Wei Banmeng, swallowed the Poisonous Miasma Pill once more and stepped into that cold hell without hesitation.
With the experience from the previous day, the team’s advance speed obviously accelerated.
Qin Hui and Qi Hao leading the way with increasing synergy, and Old Qiao’s recorder functioning efficiently, continuously updating the map and markers. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
The scattered Corpse Dogs, Shuffling Corpse Puppets, and even small groups of Bone-piercing Corpse Guards encountered along the way became sharpening stones, quickly cleared.
Fang Qingyu occasionally took action, either to test the newly comprehended Scorching World Blade or to instantly eliminate troublesome individuals using the Limit Breaking Perfection Thunder Strike Eight Slashes with astonishing efficiency.
The deeper they went, the harsher the tunnel environment became.
The phosphorescent moss became sparse, and the view grew increasingly dim.
The miasma thick enough to be like liquid, the protective halo provided by the Poisonous Miasma Pill flickering uncertainly, indicating the passage of time.
Nearing the coordinates of the Mist Corridor region, the tunnel suddenly widened, with more divergent paths, like a massive underground cavern maze.
A peculiar scent filled the air, with a mix of rotten sweetness and cold dust.
"Almost there, stay alert!"
Fang Qingyu whispered, Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash had already been drawn half an inch, and the Starlight Force Field unfolded silently, enveloping a twenty-meter radius, making the flow of miasma slow.
Passing through a narrow, pitch-black corridor, the view suddenly opened up.
This was an underground chamber entirely covered in a dark purple fleshy membrane, irregularly shaped, like the enlarged interior of a heart.
In the center of the chamber, a few thick, pulsing dark red flesh columns stood, connecting the top and ground.
A thick layer of white dust, like bone ash, covered the ground.
Most unsettling was the thin, grayish-white mist like ice crystals floating in the air.
This mist blurred the view of the entire chamber, shrouding it as if in a fog.
The mission name, Mist Corridor, was derived from this.
Next to those pulsing flesh columns, amid the gray-white icy mist, several figures stood faintly.
They... wore tattered human combat uniforms!
The styles vaguely recognizable, from local Songdu, even with standard ones from neighboring cities!
But the bodies beneath the uniforms were horrifyingly gray and necrotic!
Their skin sagging tight to the bones, showing a corpse-like dark gray, joints twisted and deformed, protruding sharp bone spurs.
Their eyes turbid, pupils dilated, with only the wild hunger of a beast, yet faintly retaining a trace of... distorted human pain and despair!
