Old Qiao and Lv Chen were puzzled and deeply shocked when they saw the scene.

But they still obediently followed orders.

And directly withdrew to the group of containers at the back.

Xiao Yunliang initially frowned, wanting to speak, but upon seeing Fang Qingyu's current appearance, swallowed his words.

After putting on his gloves, he charged straight at Zhou Minghuan.

At this moment, Fang Qingyu had already arrived beneath the iron box, his eyes, interwoven with lava and moonlight, pierced through the rain, looking up at the three.

"Are you all also fugitives?"

The leftmost scar-faced man's Adam's apple rolled intensely.

It's the instinctual shiver an organism has when facing a top predator.

But considering their numerical advantage, he still sneered.

"These days... even Commerce Association dogs are starting to cosplay?"

The red-haired woman in the middle chuckled too, "Trying to act tough with three against one... has this little cutie never experienced a beating from society?"

Only the person on the far right, who seemed to be a dwarf, said nothing.

Instead, he suddenly threw out seven small shadows.

Needles?

Seeing the shadows before they were melted into molten iron by the qi blood.

Fang Qingyu wondered.

But it didn't matter.

Their actions and words had already proven their identity.

So next.

No restraints!!

The moment Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash was unsheathed.

The surrounding raindrops were instantly vaporized by the intense heat of qi blood.

The blade of red gold flowed with lava textures, the bronze Dragon Sparrow on the sword guard seemed poised to fly.

The sneer on the three people's faces couldn't even change before a burning arc was etched onto their retinas.

The instant the blade pointed to the sky, a thunderclap exploded above.

The molten gold-hued sword qi transformed into a giant dragon rushing upward, starfire flaring between the gaps of its scales, igniting the entire rain curtain.

The iron frame platform melted into a reddish syrup from the high temperature.

The numerous pools of water on the ground reflected like a furnace, the crimson gang qi raised by the three fugitives peeled away layer by layer like a fragile eggshell.

As the thunder faded.

On the second floor of the iron box, only three scorched blade marks remained.

On the wall at the end of the blade marks, three shattered bodies slowly slid toward the ground, frozen in their expression of shock.

"Damn!!!"

Nearby, Zhou Minghuan was startled by the enormous commotion behind him, instinctively swearing when he turned his head and saw the tragic state of the iron box.

Xiao Yunliang did the same.

But apart from shock, he was also conscious of what he was doing.

Taking advantage of Zhou Minghuan's distraction, he punched him in the face.

Boom—

Zhou Minghuan flew backward, crashing onto the container.

But his gaze remained fixed on the approaching flame.

"I admit defeat!! I'll turn myself in!!!"

Zhou Minghuan immediately yelled, his expression full of terror.

"Don't kill..."

Fang Qingyu reached Zhou Minghuan just a step before Xiao Yunliang, listening to his plea, his expression remained unchanged, and in the next instant, Dragon Sparrow slashed across the neck.

The fallen head displayed the same expression as those three in the iron box.

"Gulp..."

When Xiao Yunliang walked over, he subconsciously swallowed.

Looking at the iron room slashed to pieces and Zhou Minghuan beheaded, unsure of what to say...

Fortunately, Old Qiao and the others were already coming over.

"Brother Qing, quick, give me the recorder."

Old Qiao went up to Fang Qingyu, reached out his hand, and took off the specially made recorder from Fang Qingyu's chest, then picked up a tablet to operate it.

Simultaneously explaining: "There was a case in the Divine Management Bureau before, where it was debated whether wanted criminals who surrendered and pleaded for mercy should be killed. Some saints and mothers said they shouldn't be, and should be given a chance to reform..."

"So it's better to avoid trouble and modify this recorder."

"Heh, alright."

Fang Qingyu listened and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Collecting all the phenomena externally and returning to an ordinary appearance.

"Have you already reached Micro, or are you a Mystic Martial Artist?"

While he was operating, Xiao Yunliang hesitated and asked.

"No, I'm also Breaking Mortality."

Fang Qingyu listened, shook his head.

Then he stopped speaking, until Lv Chen retrieved the three halves of the corpses and pieced them together.

Starting to verify their identities.

They were indeed all fugitives.

This time...

Made a big fortune.

Soon, other staff from the Commerce Association came to wrap up the scene.

Xiao Yunliang started arranging post-payment matters.

The bounty of the four added up, Fang Qingyu could receive a total of 1.5 small targets.

This speed of making money was faster than robbing.

However, what Fang Qingyu cared most about.

Was the number of bounty points.

63 points.

Can exchange for 6 Meditation Flowers!?

This is already quite good.

If the efficiency is similar to Qi Blood Crystal, it could roughly upgrade a skill to Level 2.

After that, there was nothing for Fang Qingyu to do.

Once Old Qiao finished modifying the recorder, he drove Fang Qingyu back to the Divine Management Bureau.

The car was silent for a long time.

Until it was time to get off.

Fang Qingyu hesitated and turned around to say.

"Keep it up, talent is never the bottleneck for martial artists."

He knew that the scene just now had greatly shocked Old Qiao and Lv Chen, who struggled on the path of Martial Arts.

But the difficulty of Celestial Gate Opening didn't exist for him, and he had no experience to share.

He could only say what Qin Hui had said at the Martial Arts Hall.

Returning just like that to the Divine Management Bureau.

Spent three peaceful days.

During this time, there was no more news from the Commerce Association about fugitives, but Lin Wanqing had been discharged from the hospital and informed him to visit in the afternoon.

Also... waited for the exchanged Meditation Flowers for three days.

Finally, it's here.

Inside the dormitory.

Fang Qingyu turned off the lamp and sat cross-legged on the bed.

He directly tore the petals off and held them in his mouth.

The petals melted into a viscous icy flow on his tongue.

Consciousness instantly plunged into the abyss.

Fang Qingyu once again saw the Candle Dragon coiled at the end of time.

At first, only the scale patterns floated in the void, each scale reflecting star clusters that were being obliterated.

As the contemplation deepened, those patterns began to condense into claws entwining the star rings...

Finally came those half-open vertical pupils, flowing with eternal day and eternal night.

In the ancient breath.

The Candle Dragon slowly closed its eyes like a star collapsing, long and slow.

Absolute darkness seeped from the fissures of the closing dragon's eyes.

It wasn't ordinary night; it was a prison where even photons were trapped.

Fang Qingyu "saw" his limbs being assimilated by this darkness, liquid profound patterns surfacing on his skin, as though ten thousand undersea volcanoes erupted deep in his spine.

At the instant the Candle Dragon's eyelids fully closed.

He seemed to hear the crisp sound of space shattering.

Like someone tearing open the lining of the world.

Darkness transformed into tangible tides flooding over every nerve synapse, Fang Qingyu's breath gradually synchronized with the Candle Dragon's exhalations, each rise of his chest inciting a black vortex akin to a star dust storm.

The originally blurred patterns of the dragon horns suddenly became clear.

The meandering edges pierced the darkness, plowing into the void, carving furrows burning with black flames.

Meanwhile, in reality, Fang Qingyu.

Countless tiny black flames had already automatically seeped from his pores, weaving into an ancient black flame coat.

[Congratulations, your profession's core skill "Embrace of the Nether Candle: Eternal Night Radiant Armor" has leveled up to Level 2 (0/400)]

Advanced...

Fang Qingyu clenched his black flame-covered fist.

Entirely different from martial artist's Qi Blood Qi Force.

If a martial artist's qi force and qi blood were self-generated, always under one's control.

The power of a Candlebearer is more like an integration with darkness.

In the unknowable, a connection was established with some presence.

Familiarize with the power of the new skill.

Fang Qingyu felt quite good, changing into a long-lost bodyguard suit.

He checked the time.

Drove towards Rui Mansion.

Finally, he could continue his profession.

The black coupe crushed sycamore leaves as it turned into the villa district.

As he pushed open the car door, dusk wrapped in pine scent hit his nostrils.

He saw Lin Wanqing standing under a ginkgo tree mixing colors, her pale wrist suspended above the canvas.

Still wearing a floral white dress, ethereal, always with a gentle smile, yet an aura of "I'm just friendly, but strangers keep away".

"Mr. Fang."

She turned her face with a smile, the emerald pendant on her earlobe swinging out a cold light.

Seeing her, Fang Qingyu also smiled and walked over.

However, just as he stepped onto the cobbled path...

His pupils suddenly tightened.

A bit closer, he saw...

The originally plain white title "Student" above Lin Wanqing's head was now soaked in crimson, and the distorted "Abnormal Painter" words continuously emitted a bloody glow in the dusk.

After glancing around...

The servants who should be working around were, surprisingly, nowhere to be seen today.

"Long time no see."

Lin Wanqing took off her linen apron, indigo paint seeping into web-like patterns on her cuffs.

Her left ring finger sported an obsidian ring.

Fang Qingyu's expression returned to normal, smiling as he extended his hand and said, "Long time no see, it seems Miss Lin has recovered well. When did you start painting?"

"Started painting when I was discharged. Would you like to see my latest work?"

Lin Wanqing lifted the dust cover; on the easel was an unfinished oil painting.

Torn clouds creating dozens of rifts.

Every fissure stretched half an idol out, its painted visage streamed with tar-like shadows.

The idols had eyes formed from star debris.

The hem of their robes bubbled into a liquid galaxy in the void.

Most eerie was every statue bowing, thousands of palm hands penetrating clouds downward to grasp, fingers entwined with chains of human pearls.

The ground was densely packed with nude humanoid figures...

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu's mind suddenly steadied.

"So Miss Lin has started exploring surrealism?"

"Mr. Fang is joking."

Lin Wanqing's fingertips brushed across the twisted nebula on the canvas, "Gods are truly existent, how can this be surrealism?"

Then.

The obsidian ring on her ring finger rippled.

The idols in the painting trembled in sync.

The scent of turpentine mixed with burnt flesh could be detected.

"Just like Mr. Fang embodies Divine Blood yet dares not to acknowledge..." Lin Wanqing's pupils suddenly split into compound eyes, and the canvas began to extrude asphalt tentacles winding towards Fang Qingyu's ankles, "Why resist becoming a vessel?"

At that moment.

Fang Qingyu's bootsole exploded with Crimson Gold Flowing Fire.

The golden pattern rotated around him like molten star rings, his left eye swirled with magma vortex, his right eye with silver moon collapse.

The bluestone slab beneath him vaporized into a crystalline pit.

On contact with the flame ring, the asphalt tendrils erupted into the crackling of thousands of burning moths.

The viscous matter coated with star debris bleached into gray-white powder under the licking flames, gently falling onto the scorched ground.

"Your Pantheon hyenas are even busier than flies."

Fang Qingyu tread upon the star-gray ashes covering the ground, expressionless as he advanced.

Flames defied canvases, consuming the entire twisted cloud layer to transparency.

"Just slayed a puppet-sending waste, and now unleashed a barking stray?"

He finished speaking, Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash materialized from a void of flame stream, its sword guard adorned with golden sparrows eager to fly, its blade trailing red marks in the dusk.

Fang Qingyu backhanded the sword, slanted toward the ground.

Flame wrought along the sword's ridge.

"Hehe..."

'Lin Wanqing' heard, coldly snickered.

As her words fell upon silence.

All bowing idols simultaneously emitted a glass-shattering screech.

Lin Wanqing's compound eyes frenziedly trembled, the liquid galaxy on the canvas began to boil and evaporate.

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