Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 497 - 246: She Is the Drought Fiend, So Who Is Jiang Wei!?

Chapter 497: Chapter 246: She Is the Drought Fiend, So Who Is Jiang Wei!?

Ever since the formation of the special squad, after going through numerous life-and-death experiences together, their way of addressing Fang Qingyu gradually shifted from "God Fang" to the more intimate "Captain Fang."

Fang Qingyu nodded calmly: "Sort of. In terms of Martial Technique, I’ve gained a little, and my control over Power has become more harmonious."

His tone was very flat, as if he’d just completed an ordinary epiphany.

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuanglan immediately twitched his lips, with a look on his face like "Only a ghost would believe you."

He exaggeratedly gestured: "Gained a little? Captain, come clean, do you have some kind of ’the more you fight, the stronger you get’ hack? Why does it feel like every time you finish a tough battle, you come back stronger? This improvement Speed is just unreasonable!"

His words were half-joking and half-sincere.

After all... Fang Qingyu’s growth Speed is truly bewildering.

Fang Qingyu listened, shaking his head with a smile.

This was clearly Chu Kuanglan’s style of joking and teasing.

Wei Banmeng and Lu Jiuyuan, walking ahead, also heard Chu Kuanglan’s outburst and both rolled their eyes simultaneously.

Wei Banmeng’s cool voice floated over: "Brother Chu, stop reading those random silly novels. Captain is someone whose Talent accumulates and explodes later."

Lu Jiuyuan rarely agreed: "Yeah, comparing people will make you exhausted."

Chu Kuanglan was stifled, awkwardly closed his mouth, but still looked at Fang Qingyu with eyes full of "non-human" amazement.

Soon, the four of them and a child arrived at Yan Shouzheng’s serene and elegant dwelling.

Even though it was already late at night, the study in the courtyard was still lit.

The disciple standing at the door saw them, respectfully saluted, and gently pushed open the study door.

Inside the study, the scent of sandalwood lingered. Elder Yan Shouzheng was not resting; he stood with his back to the door, at a large desk, writing with a brush.

Upon hearing the door and footsteps, he didn’t turn around, only said peacefully: "Sit down, the last character is almost done."

The old man’s voice carried a calming power.

Fang Qingyu and the others obediently sat quietly on the cushions nearby.

Jiang Wei also sat next to Fang Qingyu, her little face showing no expression.

Only the subtle rustle of the brush across the Xuan paper could be heard in the study.

Yan Shouzheng’s brushwork was steady and powerful, the strokes moved like a dragon or snake.

Moments later, he lightly lifted his wrist, a character full of strength and grandeur emerged.

The old man gently put down the brush, picked up a seal, and stamped it on the signature.

Having done all this, he slowly turned around.

Yan Shouzheng’s gaze first landed on Fang Qingyu.

His eyes, deep like an abyss, lingered on Fang Qingyu for two or three seconds, seemingly sensing something in depth.

Soon after, his face showed an extremely complicated expression, one of surprise, dawning realization, and finally, he shook his head with an amused chuckle filled with emotion:

"Heh... this old man has misjudged again."

The words were bewildering.

All five of Fang Qingyu’s group subconsciously raised their heads, clear questions on their faces.

Misjudged? Misjudged about what?

Misjudged Fang Qingyu’s Talent or something else?

However, Yan Shouzheng did not intend to explain.

Instead, he picked up the piece of writing he had just finished, slowly rolled it up, and placed it on the corner of the desk.

Then, he cast his gaze over the five young people present, his expression becoming solemn and earnest.

"Do you know," Yan Shouzheng began slowly, his voice deep and commanding, "where those special squads of the Hidden Dragon Plan of the past went after completing the Ghost Festival guard mission?"

This question immediately froze the atmosphere in the study.

Wei Banmeng pondered for a moment before answering first: "They were dispatched to various parts of the Federation to handle more dangerous Life Ghost incidents, like firefighters, going wherever needed."

This had always been her understanding, and it was the common assumption.

Lu Jiuyuan and Chu Kuanglan nodded, indicating their agreement.

Yan Shouzheng nodded slightly, then slowly shook his head: "Firefighting, yes. But not within the Federation..."

"Not within the Federation?"

Wei Banmeng furrowed her brows, a trace of suspicion and surprise flashing in her eyes.

Is the Federation unified now?

Are there many parts still within the Federation’s territory!?

Lu Jiuyuan and Chu Kuanglan also looked astonished.

In his heart, Fang Qingyu thought: "It’s here."

Yan Shouzheng did not answer directly but moved to the other side of the desk and picked up a rolled-up, specially textured animal skin map.

He walked to the middle of the study and slowly spread the map on the floor before them all.

The map was large, covering a vast area in front of them.

The first thing that caught the eye was the densely packed silhouettes of cities drawn with black lines at the bottom of the map. These cities varied in style, some resembling modern urban sketches, others carrying evident classical or exotic charm, scattered densely across.

However, as the gaze moved upwards past these clusters of cities, the palette of the map abruptly changed.

Occupying more than eighty percent of the upper area of the map was a cold, pure white.

And at the edges of this boundless icy white region, near the bottom’s black city clusters, a thick, inky black line was drawn, meandering and twisting like a giant dragon coiled up, strikingly prominent across there.

This black line was full of twists and turns, angles and reinforced node markings.

As the most knowledgeable among them, Wei Banmeng also frowned, her eyes filled with confusion.

This map’s style and markings were extremely ancient and peculiar, entirely unlike any modern or ancient map she’d known.