Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 491 - 244: Hunted by God!!

In the field, only Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, Su Wanqing, and Master Chen were left.

Master Chen strode over to Fang Qingyu.

This pillar of the Qingjian Divine Management Bureau looked at this young man, who just months ago needed to look up to him...

Now, he could single-handedly support the sky and turn the tide, his gaze was incredibly complex.

There was relief, shock, sighing, and finally, it turned into a heavy sigh.

He extended his broad, powerful hand, covered with calluses, and heavily patted Fang Qingyu on his uninjured shoulder.

"Good boy!" Master Chen’s voice was deep and powerful, carrying the sentiment of an elder seeing the younger generation truly grow and even surpass him, "Well done! Qingjian... owes you a lot!"

He then paused, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield’s wreckage, then looked at the massive still-existing force field barrier in the distance, and said solemnly, "Leave this to the follow-up troops to clean up, the force field can be withdrawn soon. Many places outside still need manpower, Wanqing and I will go first!"

With that, he took one last deep look at Fang Qingyu, then turned around and strode in the other direction of the force field, his hulking figure quickly merging into the dust and smoke.

Su Wanqing did not leave immediately.

She walked up to Fang Qingyu, her moon-white combat uniform stained with dirt and dark green sap, a few strands of hair stuck to her slightly sweaty forehead, her cold and beautiful face showing post-battle fatigue, but her bright eyes were astonishingly radiant, staring unblinkingly at Fang Qingyu.

Her gaze was even more complex than Master Chen’s.

There was relief at surviving, shock at Fang Qingyu’s terrifying strength, and a faint sense of being left behind.

But more than that, it was an indescribable closeness and gratitude.

She suddenly smiled, like a snow lotus suddenly blooming on an iceberg, with a hint of playfulness, she blinked: "Counting it up, this is already the second time you’ve saved me, right, Captain Fang?"

Fang Qingyu looked at Su Wanqing’s rare playful expression, slightly startled, then shook his head with a bit of helplessness: "Lady Su, you’re joking, it was nothing."

"Nothing?" Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows, a smile at the corner of her lips, "Last time at the Songdu Sky Pit, you were just an emerging Mystic Martial Artist, barely surviving... Now look at you, even Tier Two Middle Realm tree ghosts are like chopping vegetables in your hands."

Her words were teasing, but there was a trace of unnoticeable longing in her eyes.

Fang Qingyu heard the complexity in her words and merely said calmly, "Just lucky. With your deep foundation, your future is boundless."

Su Wanqing looked at him deeply, as if trying to find something on his calm face, eventually just sighed lightly, smile retracting, returning to her usual cold demeanor: "Alright, I won’t delay your rest. The Ghost Festival in Qingjian isn’t over yet, I need to check other places too. Take care!"

"Take care."

Fang Qingyu nodded.

Su Wanqing said no more, gave a final glance at Jiang Wei standing quietly beside, nodded slightly in greeting, and then her figure turned into a cool moon-white light, chasing in the direction where Master Chen had left, and quickly vanished.

The once noisy battlefield fell completely silent.

Only the crackle of burning flames and the faint hum of the force field barrier in the distance could be heard.

Fang Qingyu slowly exhaled a breath of smoke and blood-scented air, his tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed, and a wave of fatigue swept over him like a tide.

He slowly sat down on the scorching scorched earth beneath his feet.

Leaning his back against a huge rock that had been heated by fire, the burning temperature was transmitted through his damaged combat uniform, causing a sting, yet also making him feel a sense of reality.

Fang Qingyu slightly tilted his head up.

Looking at this ravaged Purgatory Forest, as if trampled by a giant beast.

Charred trunks pointed to the polluted sky like twisted tombstones, the ground covered with thick ash and shattered plant remnants, massive craters everywhere, and the air filled with the scent of death and destruction.

This was the world after the Life Ghost rampaged.

Retracting his gaze, he looked beside him.

Jiang Wei had at some point sat next to him, her small body curled up, knees drawn up, hands around her legs, with her chin resting on her knees, quietly sucking on a new lollipop.

Her little face showed no expression, only her clear red eyes reflecting the flickering firelight and the desolate scene.

"Xiaojiang."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was a bit hoarse, filled with deep fatigue.

"Hmm?" Jiang Wei slightly turned her head, looking at him.

"That Life Ghost just now." Fang Qingyu’s gaze fixed on the scorched earth where the Time Erosion Witch had completely vanished, frowning slightly, "That woman in the purple dress, who is she? Why did you have such a strong reaction to her? And that book..."

This was his biggest question in his heart.

That Life Ghost was too special, able to control something that seemed like a Divine Armament, even knowing Jiang Wei, even calling her "Princess".

Jiang Wei’s action of sucking the lollipop paused, a flash of unnoticeable coldness crossing her clear pupils.

She was silent for a few seconds, as if organizing her words, and then using her soft, calm child-like voice, she slowly said:

"Time-corrosive Witch."

"In the Life Ghosts, considered a prime bloodline."

Fang Qingyu’s eyes narrowed: "A prime bloodline?"

"Hmm." Jiang Wei nodded, her small foot unconsciously grinding a small piece of charred tree bark on the ground, "Each of them, when born, will... inherit a shadow of ’Entropy of Time’."

"A shadow?" Fang Qingyu sharply caught onto this keyword.