Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 402 - 220: The Second Divine Armament... Shun’s Dragon Craft!!!
Jiang Wei’s words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking him up.
"Understood."
Fang Qingyu nodded slowly, his tone somber.
The two of them stopped talking and continued on their journey in silence.
Several days later, the enormous alloy gate of the Ashen Outpost was in sight.
Fang Qingyu did not immediately merge with the Origin but first found a relatively safe place in the stronghold to treat his wounds and restore his strength.
The process of merging with the Space Origin was no small matter and was bound to be dangerous, so he needed to adjust to his best state. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Two days later, the exit of the "Abyss" once again opened stably.
Fang Qingyu, with Jiang Wei, stepped into the bluish vortex of space along with the crowd.
After the familiar feeling of weightlessness, they were on solid ground.
The refreshing Spiritual Energy unique to the Pocket World Blessed Land flowed into their lungs.
Fang Qingyu had just walked out of the teleportation hall when he bumped into a familiar figure.
It was Wei Banmeng.
She seemed to have just returned from the "Abyss" as well, her cool white battle suit covered in mud and several charred marks, her aura still somewhat unsteady, carrying the fatigue of having just experienced a fierce battle.
But her eyes, like refined cold stars, were sharper and deeper than before, her presence quietly exuding a majestic aura blending with Heaven and nature!
Fang Qingyu’s eyes lit up instantly.
She had broken through!
"Congratulations!" Fang Qingyu said sincerely, his voice carrying a slight hoarseness.
Wei Banmeng’s face showed a faint but genuine smile, and she nodded, "Yes, managed to do it by luck."
After speaking, she immediately noticed the heavy scent of blood faintly seeping through Fang Qingyu’s newly changed black battle suit and his slightly pale face.
Wei Banmeng’s cool brows furrowed instantly, her tone carrying a hint of solemnity and concern:
"You’re... injured? Badly?"
"Did you go into the depths?!"
In her view, given Fang Qingyu’s current Tier Two Grandmaster strength, there were almost no entities at the outpost on the perimeter of the "Abyss" capable of causing him such severe injury.
The only explanation was that he ventured into the depths of the "Abyss".
There, lurked the terrifying Life Ghosts that even Tier Three Martial Saints feared.
Fang Qingyu was taken aback by the question, then recovered quickly and nodded, following her line of thought, saying:
"Yes, went in once, gained something and suffered some loss."
He paused for a moment and added:
"But I won’t be going in again. The quota battle is coming up, need to prepare."
This half-truth dispelled Wei Banmeng’s doubts.
She visibly sighed with relief, looking at Fang Qingyu with a hint of disapproval, though her recognition of his strength had risen to another level.
Daring to venture into the depths of the Abyss alone and returning alive...
This guy’s strength probably exceeded her imagination.
"Yes, only a week left, indeed not suitable for more risks." Wei Banmeng nodded, "Take good care of your injuries."
The three returned together to the Pocket World Blessed Land.
Fang Qingyu sent Jiang Wei back to Bamboo Creek Courtyard, briefly treated his wounds himself, changed into a clean normal outfit, and immediately left the Pocket World Blessed Land again.
The target was clear.
Chang’an Ancient Street.
Resources must be earned for oneself.
Things like pride didn’t matter at all.
The familiar stone-paved road, quaint ancient buildings, the mixed scent of sandalwood and ink.
As soon as Fang Qingyu stepped into the entrance of the ancient street, his gaze precisely locked onto the familiar figure fishing under the riverside willow.
His eyes brightened, and he started walking toward the old man.
One step, two steps...
Yet the distance didn’t seem to shorten.
Fang Qingyu frowned slightly and accelerated his pace.
Ten steps, twenty steps...
The distance between him and the old man seemed solidified by some invisible force!
Fang Qingyu’s steps gradually slowed down, brow furrowing slightly.
He found that no matter how he walked, the distance between him and the old man bore no sign of shortening!
It was as if he was marching in place while the old man sat unmoved in that everlasting riverside scene.
A distance of a world’s breadth by a mere step!
Fang Qingyu stopped, took a deep breath.
His eyes returned to calmness.
If walking quickly didn’t work, then walk steadily.
No longer impatient, he set off again.
This time, Fang Qingyu’s footsteps were steady and even.
His gaze was firmly fixed on the fishing figure ahead, his mind calm, as though undergoing a silent journey.
Time seemed to lose its meaning.
How long had passed, ten minutes? An hour? Or longer?
Sweat beaded faintly on Fang Qingyu’s forehead, his back a bit damp with sweat as well.
Just as he felt his spirit beginning to tire from the unending "marching in place".
Hong Qitian’s mockingly teasing voice finally drifted over slowly:
"Kid, aren’t you going to ask why the old man is doing this?"
Fang Qingyu stopped, wiped the sweat off his forehead with a hand, took a breath, shook his head, his voice carrying tiredness yet surprisingly calm:
"I don’t want to ask."
Finishing, he set off again, this time, the distance had returned to normal.
Fang Qingyu quickly reached Hong Qitian’s side and unceremoniously sat down beside the large bluestone.
Hong Qitian turned his head to look at Fang Qingyu, who appeared a bit disheveled yet had bright, clear eyes, and sighed helplessly, "In all my damn years, I’ve never met such a stubborn kid!"
Fang Qingyu paused, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile as he added:
"In all the years I’ve lived, I’ve never met a mentor like you who loves to tease the younger generation so much."
Hong Qitian: "..."
The old man’s face instantly turned dark, and his whitish beard seemed to twitch.
He glared fiercely at Fang Qingyu but made no further moves.
The scene of the riverside with weeping willows and flowing water like fish dissolved into ripples, shattering like waves.
