When darkness receded from the entire world.

Fresh air surged into the nostrils once again.

The painting beside was filled with scorch marks.

'Lin Wanqing' also reverted back to the stranger she saw in the painting world, eyes tightly shut, face pale, sitting on the ground, long devoid of life.

In the end, she repented.

She shared all she knew about the Pantheon.

And the real Lin Wanqing wasn't harmed, just tied up in the room in the mansion.

However, repentance is one thing.

Death is inevitable.

Not to mention the Candle Dragon form can't be seen by anyone alive.

Even a clay figure has some temper.

Since the Pantheon had already set its sights on him, sending people time and again to cause trouble.

With Fang Qingyu's personality, there was no reason to let them off.

But there hadn't been an opportunity to inquire about relevant information before.

Fang Qingyu hadn't expected this Pilgrim Proxy to have... well, a bit of a problem in the head.

What a choice for a painting...

Insisting on painting white within the Eternal Night Curtain.

It's like lighting a lamp in a restroom.

It's strange to have managed it.

Actually, if she painted creatures, it would be fine, they would still exist realistically.

It's just that the Eternal Night Curtain Domain cut off her perception.

So the woman thought her authority was swallowed by Fang Qingyu in the darkness.

That's why she panicked.

Anyway, this time the battle was truly enjoyable.

Unfortunately.

There still hadn't been a chance to fuse the dual system together and erupt fully.

Fang Qingyu sat down on the ground.

Not long after.

The iron gate of the manor groaned with rust in the twilight.

Black sedans swiftly drove from the entrance.

Despite it being someone else's home or the lawn, they charged straight to Fang Qingyu's side before stopping.

Duan Ling was at the forefront getting off the car.

Unexpectedly, this time Qu Zhe was also with them.

Both rushed to Fang Qingyu immediately.

"Already dead."

At this moment, the Black Flame on Fang Qingyu had fully withdrawn into his body, pointing at the woman beside him.

From the moment he entered the manor and saw the woman's title.

Fang Qingyu had notified Duan Ling.

These days, just in case, Duan Ling had given him several wireless communicators that covered almost half the city.

He hadn't thought they'd come in handy.

Although by the time they arrived, Fang Qingyu had already resolved the fight.

It was nice to have someone quickly come and wrap things up.

"There are still some people tied up in the manor."

Meanwhile, Fang Qingyu pointed to the house in the distance.

"Okay."

Duan Ling immediately waved her hand.

Qu Zhe took people and rushed to the house.

"Who was it this time?"

Duan Ling, after checking Fang Qingyu wasn't injured, naturally turned her attention to the woman and the painting beside him.

"Pantheon's overseer, Zeng Jing, 27 years old this year, has been in the Pantheon for 6 years, her ability is creating worlds and creatures within paintings."

"Pilgrim Proxy."

Fang Qingyu finally spelled out her tier.

An overseer is a rank higher than ordinary members, considered the middle-low level of the Pantheon.

"?"

Duan Ling merely asked instinctively, not expecting Fang Qingyu to say so much.

But hearing the last sentence, her expression suddenly froze.

"Pilgrim Proxy!?"

Duan Ling almost jumped up.

"Yes, you can check her corpse."

This concerned his reward, so Fang Qingyu certainly wouldn't let it slide.

Whether passive or active.

If one killed an Alien God believer, one could receive the corresponding reward.

The staff nearby immediately surged up, simultaneously protecting that painting.

Duan Ling was scanning Fang Qingyu incredulously.

"You..."

"Unscathed, killed a Pilgrim Proxy?"

"I've grasped the Thunder Strike Eight Slashes and Thunder Instant Cloud Trace."

Fang Qingyu explained with a smile.

Duan Ling's tone wasn't accusatory, rather amazed.

After all, a Tier One Breaking Mortality martial artist killing a Tier Two Pilgrim Divine Cultist...

However you look at it, it seems impossible.

"I need to take a moment."

Duan Ling held her head as she got up, finding it hard to continue imagining.

"You just broke through to martial artist a week ago, right?"

"To be precise, it's been 6 days."

Fang Qingyu thought for a moment and said.

"..."

Duan Ling was silent, finally understanding why Qu Zhe and the others had such a deep impression of Fang Qingyu's monster nickname.

This time, she learned a lesson too.

But...

This time the Lin team really brought back a gem.

Thinking of Fang Qingyu's terrifying strength, Duan Ling's eyes regained their shine.

The twilight cast a dark gold sheen on the manor's lawn.

The evening breeze carried the scorched odor from afar across the nose.

Fang Qingyu lay back on the grass, feeling the moisture distilled by his body heat from the blades of grass beneath him.

Soon Qu Zhe emerged with a smile from the villa.

"The people inside are fine, just injected with anesthetic."

Then he looked at the woman's corpse: "No wonder you're a monster, this time you directly slaughtered a Pantheon follower, though with such a pretty woman, you could bear to?"

Seeing Fang Qingyu still lying on the ground, knowing he was alright, Qu Zhe made a joke.

Fang Qingyu smiled without speaking.

In his eyes, as long as it's an enemy, regardless of male or female.

"She's an overseer."

Duan Ling suddenly added from the side.

"Oh..."

"Then that's a Pilgrim Proxy?"

Qu Zhe recalled the Pantheon hierarchy.

But just as he finished speaking, his expression stiffened, slowly turning to look at Fang Qingyu...

Seeing this, Duan Ling quietly thought in her heart.

Nice.

She shouldn't be the only one affected by Fang Qingyu, that monster.

What single-handedly kills a same-tier Life Ghost can become a boast.

Killing Divine Cultists across tiers isn't less valuable than this.

The on-site investigation ended quickly.

Aside from the woman, there were no other extraordinary entities.

Fang Qingyu was sent back to the Divine Management Bureau to rest.

And was ordered to stay out temporarily for a short while; Duan Ling said she planned to make a big move.

She absolutely wouldn't let Fang Qingyu get into such a situation again.

Fang Qingyu smiled and verbally agreed.

After getting checked at the hospital upstairs, he returned to the dorm.

Closed the door.

Looked at the map.

[Congratulations on killing the follower of Dark Shadow Saturn·Youxu Jun "Abnormal Painter," and gaining 2 Skill Points!]

The god worshipped by the woman, Fang Qingyu had never heard of it.

But after killing the woman today.

A path to wealth suddenly emerged in Fang Qingyu's mind.

Actually, since the first time he killed the Blood Slaughter in the Earth Palace.

Fang Qingyu found that killing these believers of gods could earn Skill Points.

He also relied on this map mechanism to profit in the Earth Palace and counter-kill a Divine Descendant Body.

But who to kill is a big issue.

So, the idea was temporarily shelved.

However...

Zeng Jing just before dying, made it clear about her several lower lines, who they are, and which city they're in.

These people, at this moment in Fang Qingyu's eyes.

Are exactly Skill Points.

As for humanitarianism or such, these people do not possess it.

Just listening to a bit of what Zeng Jing said.

These people deserve a thousand cuts and wouldn't die enough times.

The population of the Federation is too large.

Even though many people disappear mysteriously and die every day, it still doesn't make any waves.

But it's okay...

Next, Fang Qingyu plans to learn from Pantheon.

Go out hunting at night!

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at the map.

Fang Qingyu contemplated for a while and finally decided to add Skill Points to the Nine Heavens Primordial Observation Method.

Martial Technique is supported by Musashi's Spirit Core.

The learning speed will be much faster than the Observation Method.

Moreover, both core skills consume a lot of resources.

Adding Skill Points to these two skills can save quite a bit of time and resources.

Consciousness sank instantly into the Dantian.

The Cyan Dragon phantom, originally tumbling in the Sea of Chaos, suddenly raised its head and sang long.

The dark scales layer by layer peeled off under the washing of Qi Force.

The newly-formed dragon body suddenly expanded more than three times, threatening dragon horns pierced through the chaotic mist, golden pupils flicker with visions of a surging Red Flame in the depths of the iris.

And the White Tiger phantom lying dormant on the other side also stretched its body within the Ice Armor.

The originally blurred patterns at this moment were so clear, one could see the tremor of each tiger whisker.

As the Tiger and Dragon phantoms solidified.

The overwhelming Qi Force, like a hurricane stirring the vast sea.

The Qi Force, which was like a stream before, turned into a surging river.

Each cycle makes it grow stronger once again.

When the phantoms of Candle Dragon and White Tiger completely transformed into semi-transparent entities, the two phantoms suddenly intertwined and soared into the sky, exploding into a canopy of starlight at the dome of the Dantian.

Fang Qingyu abruptly opened his eyes.

The gold and silver streams in his pupils had not yet dissipated.

[Congratulations on your profession's core skill "Nine Heavens Primordial Observation Method·Second Realm" leveling up to Level 2 (0/400)]

Stronger again.

Cyan Dragon Force blasted out, clearly perceivable with the previous strength difference.

But tonight... hasn't ended yet.

Next.

Fang Qingyu took a bath, directly lay down on the bed to sleep.

At three o'clock at night.

Slept for 6 hours, got up full of energy.

Put on his everyday clothes, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked out the entrance of the Divine Authority Bureau Building.

Duan Ling's warning to not go out was merely a reminder between teammates, not a real prohibition.

So the path was smooth without obstruction.

...

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the top Presidential Suite isolated the city's noise.

The Italian crystal chandelier cast diamond-like spots on the carpet.

The middle-aged man slumped on the sofa, three layers of chin crushing the collar of his Givenchy shirt, the gold watch digging a red mark into his chubby wrist.

When he pressed the redial button for the sixth time.

The call was finally connected.

The satellite phone burst open with a woman's shriek: "Wang Defa! All twelve safe houses are empty! You better pray the supervisor is okay!!!"

"Red Sister! Red Sister, listen to me!"

The man suddenly jerked up, "At three this afternoon, I received the supervisor's order, saying I was supposed to do the cleanup..."

A streak of black suddenly flashed across the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Order my ass!" The satellite phone transmitted the sound of breaking porcelain, "Where is Zeng Jing now? Aren't you going to bring someone to..."

A cold palm clutched the back of his neck.

Wang Defa saw the shadow reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window.

The boots, entwined with Black Flame, crushed the shadow of the crystal chandelier, enclosing him entirely.

"I think..." Fang Qingyu's fingers started to exert force, "There's no need to look for them."

The satellite phone was crushed.

Wang Defa's bulky body erupted with startling agility.

Left hand reaching for the weapon under the coffee table, but from his neck, there was an immediate sound of crisp bone cracking.

Wang Defa dared not move.

And finally saw clearly the attacker's eyes in the floor-to-ceiling window.

The left pupil burned with golden flame, the right eye frozen with frost...

The face was covered by Black Flame.

The entire person was cloaked by a trench coat formed by Black Flame.

"Wa-wait! I have twelve bank accounts! I have money!" The man raised both hands hoping to plea.

But Fang Qingyu did not respond.

The man's eyes suddenly widened, "I also know about Pantheon's information!!!"

At this moment, the grip on his neck finally relaxed.

Several minutes later.

As Fang Qingyu walked towards the terrace, stepping on the black debris scattered on the ground.

Where was there a fat man in the room anymore?

Leapt off from the balcony.

Black Flame swept across the whole building.

This night.

Fang Qingyu, like Pantheon.

Also signed in for his first sacrifice.

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