"Thank you? Forget it! Just don’t bother again in the future!"
Hong Qitian didn’t even lift his eyelids and picked up the teacup.
Fang Qingyu smiled, said no more, put the empty wooden box back on the table, turned, and left the Martial Arts Hall in large strides.
As he walked out of the ancient street, the bustling atmosphere of the city hit him in the face.
Fang Qingyu hailed a taxi at the street corner and gave the address of the building.
The car rged into the traffic, and Fang Qingyu leaned back in the rear seat, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed.
Hong Qitian, although harsh with words, was indeed straightforward in action.
After completing an almost impossible task, he handed over his treasured item without a second thought.
This crisp and neat style was very much to Fang Qingyu’s liking.
However, Hong Qitian’s last seemingly impatient reminder echoed clearly like a warning bell in Fang Qingyu’s heart:
"You now have two pieces of Divine Armant, you must understand the principle that a man is innocent but harbors a treasure and is in the wrong."
The ease on Fang Qingyu’s face slowly faded, and his molten gold eyes looked out the car window at the rapidly retreating skyscrapers, his gaze becoming deep and calm.
"A man is innocent, but harbors a treasure and is in the wrong..."
Fang Qingyu silently savored these words.
Old Hong made a good point.
Currently, his fa had soared within the "Abyss," with the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash exposed.
Now, adding the higher-quality Shun’s Dragon Craft.
An innocent man is in the wrong for harboring a treasure!
How would the real big forces, those hidden strongn, those greedy Divine Cultists think?
A "fat sheep" who has just broken through Tier Two but possesses two powerful Divine Armants?
The temptation was too great.
The risk was also too great.
Fang Qingyu was very aware of his limits.
A Three-star Dragon Fist Master, combined with Dragon Transformation, Blood Burst, the power of the Candlebearer, and two Divine Armants.
Fang Qingyu was confident he could slay an ordinary Tier Two Middle Realm, even Tier Two Peak.
But what about when facing a true Tier Three expert?
Even the weakest Tier Three represents another leap in the level of life, a qualitative difference.
The Shun’s Dragon Craft given by Old Hong could block a fatal Tier Three attack once, but only once!
After that, the arm armor would be useless.
Also, if the opponent was determined to kill him, once blocked, what about twice or thrice?
What about encirclent?
Moreover, the enemy wouldn’t be foolish enough to send peers to their deaths.
Can cross-tier kill a Tier Two Middle Realm?
Fine, next ti they’ll send Tier Two High Realm or even Tier Two Peak instead!
Not secure enough?
Then let a Tier Three make a move!
To those lofty figures who regard human life as trivial, eliminating a significant potential threat with treasured items doesn’t require etiquette, nor do they have scruples about "bullying the weak."
In the face of interests and threats, dignity is worthless.
"So... I must still keep my trump cards hidden."
Fang Qingyu’s eyes beca incredibly sharp, and in an instant, he made a decision in his heart.
The Shun’s Dragon Craft must absolutely not be shown easily.
The Dragon Transformation state, unless absolutely necessary, must never be initiated!
The power of the Candlebearer must be deeply hidden!
These are his true trump cards, his killer moves for survival and overturning.
Either they remain unused.
Once used...
It must be ensured that all those who witness it must die!
No one can be left alive!
Only in this way can he best hide his strength and protect himself.
Having figured this out, Fang Qingyu’s mood relaxed instead.
He closed his eyes, leaned back in the seat, and began silently circulating the Red Ming Nine Revolutions Tribulation Jade Scripture, nurturing the wounds left from battling in the "Abyss" and the wounds corroded by spatial energy.
...
Returning to the Pocket World Blessed Land, Fang Qingyu did not imdiately go back to Bamboo Creek Courtyard but went to the training ground first.
From a distance, he heard the crisp sound of blades slicing through the air and a chilling atmosphere within the grounds.
Entering the training ground, he saw Wei Banng in plain white training clothes, her figure maneuvering agilely in the center of the field.
The Profound Qilin Double Blades in her hands transford into two ice-blue ribbons, at tis like a serpent’s flicking tongue, deviously cunning, at tis like a cold tide sweeping through, freezing everything in its path.
An entirely different aura emanated from her entire being.
Still cool, yet more harmonious, as if subtly blending with the surrounding air, light, and even temperature.
With every blade movent, fine ice crystals coagulated and dispersed in the air.
This was the sign of having successfully stepped into the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, reaching a new level of mastery over one’s power, beginning to resonate with the Power of Heaven and Earth.
"Congratulations, the grandmaster deanor has been achieved."
Fang Qingyu walked up, smiling to congratulate.
Upon hearing this, Wei Banng ceased her blade movents; the ice-blue blade qi retracted, and a glow from her breakthrough graced her cool face as she nodded at Fang Qingyu: "Yes, I just stabilized. I also have to thank you for your suggestion."
"Suggestion?" Fang Qingyu was taken aback.
A rare faint blush appeared on Wei Banng’s fair face, her eyes sowhat evasive, her voice lowering a few pitches: "Just... bringing an extra set of clothes was... indeed very useful. When I broke through, at the depths of the Everfrost Tundra... well... there was quite a commotion, and the clothes also..."
Fang Qingyu instantly understood, his mouth involuntarily twitching as he suppressed the urge to laugh, putting on a serious face: "Ahem, a little thing, just a bit of experience sharing, glad it helped."
It seed Wei Banng also underwent a similar baptism of Heavenly Might during her breakthrough.
And also didn’t keep her clothes intact... the suggestion was indeed practical.
Wei Banng apparently didn’t want to dwell on this awkward topic, quickly shifting the conversation: "By the way, Brother Chu and Brother Lu have already entered the ’Abyss,’ they too wish to seize the final days to assail the Grandmaster Realm."
Fang Qingyu nodded; with the accumulation of those two, as long as they found an opportunity, a breakthrough would naturally follow.
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