"The quota competition is in three days." Wei Banng’s tone beca serious, "There are quite a few breakthroughs this ti. ’Absolute Sword’ Jing Wuya, ’Profound Yin Finger’ Liu Hanyan, ’Immovable Ming King’ Shikong, and also so disciples from influential families who were hidden away have all made breakthroughs."
"The competition will be fiercer than expected."
"Especially Jing Wuya, it’s said that when he broke through in the Valley of Silence, he caused a trendous Wind Phenonon. I’m afraid he has already mastered the ’Annihilation Sword Intent’..."
She ntioned several nas and their characteristics, clearly having done her howork on the opponents.
However, as Fang Qingyu listened to these nas that would prompt caution in others, his expression remained unusually calm, even with a hint of serenity.
"Hmm, got it."
Fang Qingyu replied placidly.
It wasn’t arrogance, but absolute confidence.
No matter how formidable Jing Wuya’s Wind Sword Intent was, could it beat his Thunder Shock Escape Shadow?
Could it break through his Nine Tribulations Body defense?
Could Liu Hanyan’s Profound Yin Finger, no matter how tricky, withstand his Thunder Fla World-Burning Slash rged with Bone-Eroding Thunder?
Or the Nine Prisons Break Extre?
Relying solely on his status as a Three-star Dragon Fist Master, Dragon Blood Transformation...
Fang Qingyu’s current strength was on a level beyond these newly advanced Grandmasters.
For him, the biggest mystery in this quota competition was not whether he could secure the captain’s position, but rather, in what manner and with how much strength he would do so.
On the contrary, what truly troubled Fang Qingyu was the issue of team mber quotas.
Jiang Wei would surely take one spot.
But what about the other spots?
Fang Qingyu initially wanted to invite Wei Banng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, his partners who have fought alongside him.
But judging by their current stance, they seed intent on competing for the captain’s title with their own strength, aiming to beco the core of the special squad.
Fang Qingyu understood their pride and aspirations, so he didn’t extend an invitation.
If worst cos to worst...
They could just team up with the two of them.
Fang Qingyu was confident, even if it were just him and Jiang Wei.
Their combat power would still be unmatched.
"You seem... very confident?" Wei Banng couldn’t help but ask as she noticed Fang Qingyu’s serene expression.
She could sense the absolute confidence contained beneath Fang Qingyu’s calm deanor, which wasn’t rely for show.
Fang Qingyu smiled slightly, not answering directly, and simply said, "I’ll do my best. Senior Sister Wei, you should prepare well too. I look forward to seeing your performance in the competition."
Wei Banng gave him a deep glance, nodded, and said, "Yes, likewise."
After exchanging a few more words, Fang Qingyu bid farewell and left the training ground, heading towards the Bamboo Creek Courtyard.
...
Pushing open the bamboo fence gate of Bamboo Creek Courtyard, the familiar rustling of bamboo leaves sounded.
Jiang Wei was sitting on the stone stool in the courtyard, holding her treasured tablet, with her small body curled up, watching attentively.
The tablet was playing a funny cartoon, with exaggerated sound effects and amusing scenes, bringing a slight upward curve to the corners of the little girl’s lips, and a hint of a smile in her clear big eyes.
As Fang Qingyu walked into the courtyard, Jiang Wei glanced up at him, her gaze scanning over him as if checking his recovery.
Upon seeing Fang Qingyu’s normal complexion and steady breath, she lowered her head back to her cartoon, her small mouth barely twitching as if to say "As long as you’re fine."
Fang Qingyu smiled at her and walked straight to his room.
"I’ll go ditate in my room."
"Hmm." Jiang Wei responded ambiguously without lifting her head.
Fang Qingyu closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and didn’t imdiately start healing or training.
Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, looking at the prompt on the chart...
Within a few seconds.
"Sis..."
In the small courtyard, Jiang Wei, who was being amused by a funny scene from the cartoon, had her laughter suddenly cut off.
She quickly lifted her head, her clear big eyes instantly locking onto the tightly shut door of Fang Qingyu’s room.
Her small brows furrowed deeply, she sucked on her lollipop, muttering to herself in a voice only she could hear:
"Gone to find sis again..."
Fang Qingyu sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind focused, his spirit without hesitation touched the cold prompt on the chart:
[Choose to advance in Profession?]
"Yes!"
The confirming thought was like a stone thrown into a deep pool.
Boom——!!!
The familiar, soul-rending sense of spatial and temporal dislocation descended instantly.
No one knew how much ti had passed.
The frenzied pulling sensation suddenly vanished.
Consciousness ca crashing down, "hitting the ground".
Underfoot was the cold, hard feeling of rock.
In front of him, it was still that ancient, desolate dark void.
A rough and simple stone table stood silently.
Behind the stone table, on the solitary stone chair, a figure wearing the Twelve-Stread Profound Jade Imperial Crown and draped in a robe of deep night colors, sat like an eternal, unchanging statue.
Fang Qingyu’s heart settled.
Fortunately, this "sister" did not refuse his visit again due to the last "transaction".
Fang Qingyu attempted to move, but his body was still as if molded into the rock, unable to move even a finger, his throat completely sealed by an invisible force, unable to make any sound.
Only his gaze could still, with difficulty, shift.
He could only focus all his attention on the presence on the stone chair.
However, this ti, Fang Qingyu keenly sensed that the eyes behind the hanging jade strands of the crown, seemingly holding an endless river of ti, were focused on him.
More accurately speaking, they were focused on the "gift" he brought.
A hint of anticipation rose in Fang Qingyu’s heart.
Space origin!
This ti, surely it would be satisfactory, right? No way it would be dismissed again?
Indeed!
The figure on the stone chair moved.
She slowly stood up from the icy chair.
The entire dark void seed to emit a silent hum due to her rising.
The robe brushed against the ground, carrying the rhythm of crushing the stars.
With a step, actions seeming slow yet spanning space and distance, she appeared silently and effortlessly before Fang Qingyu.
The cool and vast fragrance again seeped into Fang Qingyu’s senses.
This ti, Fang Qingyu clearly "felt" that the previous hint of "dislike" from the other party had vanished.
Although her face remained obscured by the crown’s strands, that gaze seed to carry a kind of... approval after scrutiny?
Or rather, it was a confirmation of the worth of this "sacrifice".
Fang Qingyu’s heart slightly accelerated its beat.
Only to see the Candle Dragon gently raise that flawless, jade-like right hand.
In her slender, fair palm, there was not emptiness but a "light" defying precise description with words that was suspended.
It wasn’t light in the conventional sense.
More like a forcibly folded piece of transparent space itself!
Countless spatial wrinkles, too minute to discern with the naked eye, arose and extinguished, reconfiguring, forming an extrely stable yet extrely volatile paradoxical state.
Emitting spatial waves yet firmly bound to the palm in a manner difficult to comprehend, like a miniature embryo of space.
The white light was just the surface appearance; within lay a deep, heart-palpitating nothingness.
This was precisely the "portion of space origin" that Fang Qingyu had offered, now manifesting its truest form in the hands of the Candle Dragon!
The Candle Dragon’s gaze seed to linger on this "space cube" for a mont, with an almost playful scrutiny.
Delicate fingertips gently toyed with the invisible folds, the motion elegant and casual, as though playing with a fascinating toy.
The space origin obediently changed forms at her fingertips, emitting a pleasant chi akin to glazed glass breaking and reforming.
Fang Qingyu held his breath.
One thought occupied his mind.
It’s done!
The next mont, the Candle Dragon’s actions ceased.
She no longer played with the space origin, but raised her eyes slightly, that profound gaze seeming to pierce through the crown’s strands, once more fixing on Fang Qingyu.
Then, under Fang Qingyu’s unguarded gaze.
The Candle Dragon pinched that cluster of space origin, compressed to the extre, and extended her left hand.
Her left hand did not point towards Fang Qingyu’s forehead but... very naturally, with an undeniable implication, pinched Fang Qingyu’s jaw!
An icy and imnse power instantly shackled his head.
Fang Qingyu didn’t even have ti to react.
Although, in fact, he couldn’t react at all.
He could only watch helplessly as that perfect hand pried open his mouth.
Then, the Candle Dragon’s right thumb and forefinger pinched the "white light" exuding terrifying spatial waves.
With precision and... directness.
Inserted it into Fang Qingyu’s mouth!
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