Five Miles Street Erald Hotel.
Inside a certain suite.
The ember of tobacco flickered starkly in the dim light.
The wiry man’s bare back was slick with cold sweat as he chanically extinguished the cigarette butt in the ash-filled ceramic dish.
His gaze fixed intently on the phone on the table.
The twilight leaking through the blinds sliced the room like a razor, illuminating the large cube standing in the corner.
The outline wrapped in layers of industrial tape undulated subtly, and faint rustling sounds occasionally emanated from the black film akin to a shroud, interspersed with noises resembling insects gnawing on wood.
Finally...
As he waited anxiously.
The phone finally rang.
"..."
Even though he was rely answering a call, the man was very happy and respectful.
"Yes, we are ready. Eighteen in total, all starved for three days, now they’re at their peak!!"
"..."
"The elder is ready as well, this divine descent operation will not fail!!"
"..."
After hanging up, the man finally put away his respectful deanor.
He sat back down in the chair.
Picked up a photo from the table, examining it for two seconds.
Mumbling to himself.
"Fang Qingyu..."
...
The sa hotel.
In the top-floor conference hall.
lodious yet unintelligible classical music played on stage.
Under the crystal chandelier, dark-patterned suits and silk skirts shimred together.
They lightly held the ladies’ waists with their right hands, stepping to the precise rhythm of the orchestral music, appearing exceedingly elegant.
About a hundred ters from the stage.
Fang Qingyu stood alone by a table, gorging on the food while keeping an eye on Lin Wanqing not far away.
As a bodyguard.
The employer attending school was just everyday routine.
Occasionally going to other places was also normal.
Today, she had suddenly inford Fang Qingyu of a banquet with friends, requiring two extra hours.
From four to eight o’clock.
Fang Qingyu saw no issue with it.
After all, fifty thousand a month, just for two hours a day.
Many would simply call it a two-word truth.
Plus, outdoor training being a bit late isn’t a problem.
But, what kind of profession is a Curse Skeleton Master!?
Ding dong~
The phone echoed.
Fang Qingyu stuffed a croissant into his mouth and opened the screen.
Team Lin replied.
"Alien God believers seem no different from normal people daily, hard to distinguish, unless they’ve just finished a ritual, then you use the Breathing Technique to observe them..."
"To you, they beco innate foes."
Fang Qingyu frowned slightly.
He Manhe didn’t give off that kind of vibe, though.
But the black title was sothing seen only on Life Ghost’s head, and the term Curse Skeleton Master sounded unsettling.
Fang Qingyu pondered.
Still, he sent a ssage to Team Lin.
He rembered the words Zhuang Ye said when they were awarded.
Life Ghosts and Alien God believers are eternally human enemies.
Being cautious is wise.
At worst, getting scolded afterward.
The banquet continued.
Lin Wanqing and He Manhe seed to finish chatting with their sisters and walked over to Fang Qingyu, pointing towards the stage ahead.
"Mr. Fang, let’s head over there."
As an employer, she was undoubtedly very considerate.
She’d notify in advance of any plans.
"Alright."
Fang Qingyu nodded, continuing to follow behind.
Not far away.
A few young n, dressed in high-end suits, were holding wine glasses and chatting.
The young man with sapphire cufflinks swirled his champagne, "Hao, how’s your practice at the Martial Arts Hall lately?"
Qi Hao’s expression was slightly impatient.
Still, he replied patiently, "Alright, I got into the Elite Class, and my Observation thod is nearing Minor Achievent."
"I say, your parents might as well have spent a fortune to buy a seed, have you beco a believer, I could even look out for you."
"Haha."
Qi Hao only managed a bitter smile at the young man’s words, saying the two words Fang Qingyu had taught him.
The young man’s face turned dark instantly.
Luckily, soone nearby defused the tension in ti.
"Brother Yuan Jie is joking, with the current situation... even if Hao wanted to buy, he can’t get any."
Qi Hao was too fed up to care about the two, turning his head to survey the surroundings.
Yet...
He spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.
"Qingzi!?"
Wanting to say sothing about Qi Hao’s attitude, those around him also looked in the direction he was focused on.
Slam...
As soon as Yuan Jie saw that figure, he slamd the wine glass on the nearby table.
"Uh, Brother Jie!?"
Everyone around looked at him, stunned.
But Yuan Jie said nothing, only straightened his attire, and with a grim face, headed towards the person Qi Hao was looking at.
"Brother Jie, settle it later, just give this one favor today."
Qi Hao, thinking quickly, grabbed Yuan Jie’s arm earnestly and said.
"Haha."
Yuan Jie laughed from anger, turning to stare directly into Qi Hao’s eyes.
"Give you face..."
"Who do you think you are?"
Qi Hao heard this and remained calm, looking at him expressionlessly.
"Brother Jie, don’t forget the main bureau’s words."
"Scram."
Suppressing his rage, Yuan Jie flung Qi Hao’s hand away effortlessly.
In a few steps, he was in front of Fang Qingyu.
"?"
Fang Qingyu, who was observing the surroundings for any danger, looked around.
A face suddenly popped up, glaring angrily at him.
"You..."
Just about to ask if he had any problem, but seeing the [Crystal Body Believers] overhead, he held his words in.
Frowning, he waved him off.
"Scram."
The music was loud, making normal exchanges less noticeable.
"Haha..."
Yuan Jie swore, if not for the crowd, he’d crush this brat on spot.
But that didn’t matter.
Drag him into the restroom, lesson could still be taught.
Thinking this, Yuan Jie reached out directly.
But his hand was caught mid-air by Fang Qingyu.
"I said, scram."
Fang Qingyu looked at him expressionlessly, silver-gold patterns surfacing on his palm.
Crack...
Sothing seed to shatter within Yuan Jie.
Seeing this, Qi Hao, who had rushed over, was dumbfounded.
With that, Fang Qingyu slowly released his grip.
Yuan Jie, clutching his hand pale-faced, didn’t dare utter another word, turned around and left.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing the pest leave, Fang Qingyu smiled looking at Qi Hao.
Qi Hao paused.
"Shouldn’t I be asking that?"
"I’m working."
Fang Qingyu pointed at Lin Wanqing ahead.
"..."
Qi Hao glanced over, wanting to comnt, yet his mind was filled with the recent scene.
Quickly, he leaned in to ask quietly.
"What’s the matter? You crushed Yuan Jie’s hand!?"
His face full of disbelief.
A Martial Artist crushing the hand of a Crystal Body Transford believer.
Wasn’t that like crushing steel with bare hands...
"I joined the Special Training Class, so I’ve progressed quite a bit these days, isn’t that normal?"
Fang Qingyu replied calmly.
But after waiting a while... he didn’t hear Qi Hao’s response, so he turned around.
Qi Hao was looking at him with a resentful expression.
This made Fang Qingyu pause.
"Didn’t I ntion it?"
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