Fang Qingyu's casual remark, "What is the most valuable thing?"

was like a small pebble thrown into a chaotic, desperate mire, causing a ripple that was brief and peculiar.

In the chaotic campsite, the rushing stretchers, the piercing alarms, and the desperate wails seemed to have been suddenly muted.

Jiang Wei paused with a lollipop in her mouth.

Her clear eyes blinked, then she fell into a state of deep contemplation.

Her small eyebrows knitted slightly, as if searching for a specific label in the vast sea of ancient memories.

Qin Hui, Qi Hao, and the others only reacted belatedly, their eyes widening in surprise, all looking towards Fang Qingyu, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Qing... Qingzi?!" Qin Hui's voice cracked, pointing towards the direction of the force field entrance that looked like the giant maw of an abyss, his tongue stumbling, "You... you're not talking about... that thing that can swallow the peak of Profound in one gulp, are you?!"

Fang Qingyu withdrew his gaze from Jiang Wei and casually waved his hand, the hint of a smile on his face so faint it was almost invisible: "Just kidding, why so tense."

With that, he continued walking towards the prefabricated house, as if what he said was truly just a slip of the tongue.

But deep down.

A thought was boiling and rolling like magma.

The orange-quality "Black Heaven Spider Core" had torn a path for the Martial Artist to advance, the prompt of the chart still echoing in his ears.

The Life Ghost material is the key...

Then, what about the pang snake, an ancient fierce beast that only exists in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?

If you managed to grab a piece of it, it wouldn't compare to those ordinary Life Ghosts, would it?

If discussing quality alone.

It would only be higher!

The risk is hell-level, but the reward... is enough to pry open the door to a higher peak!

This idea is insane and dangerous, like walking a tightrope over a thousand-foot abyss, one slight mistake could shatter him to pieces.

But Fang Qingyu's inherent "fight if there's a chance, never retreat" tenacity prevented him from completely suppressing this thought.

The Martial Artist's Path is inherently against the heavens, contending against fate!

If you don't even dare to think about it.

Then why practice martial arts at all!?

Besides, it's not entirely without a chance.

Although both Martial Artist and Divine Cultist are only in Tier One Second Realm, the power unleashed when combined far exceeds everyone's imagination.

Last time, they almost killed a Divine Chosen.

Facing this Tier Two power equivalent pang snake, there absolutely is a chance!

Fang Qingyu walked ahead, expressionless, but his mind calculating rapidly.

Wei Banmeng's cold gaze lingered on his profile for a moment, with no mockery, but rather a trace of understanding and deeper contemplation.

She didn't believe Fang Qingyu's previous words were a joke.

Jiang Wei, with a lollipop in her mouth, tilted her small head almost imperceptibly.

Her clear eyes scanned Fang Qingyu's seemingly calm yet tightly drawn jawline.

She knew him too well.

The little girl silently took out her small cellphone, her fingers tapping quickly on the screen.

Buzz.

Fang Qingyu's phone in his pocket vibrated gently.

He discreetly took it out, the screen lit up, and there lay a message from Jiang Wei:

"Seven hundred feet west of the mountain Wufeng in Chunyu, there is a pang snake coiled in the shadow of Youdu. Its spine bears three-inch reversed scales, gold as molten, faintly displaying red patterns, touching them is like striking cold iron. Only on a lunar eclipse at midnight, do the scales emit crimson mist, casting a rainbow over the ravine, wearing it wards off the nine flames. This is called 'Red Python Scale', the essence of ten thousand scales."

Red Python Scale!

The essence of ten thousand scales!

Fang Qingyu's fingertips slid over the cold screen, his gaze paused momentarily on words like "gold as molten," "ward off the nine flames," then he swiped his thumb, and the message disappeared.

His steps never halted, he pushed open the creaking iron door of the prefab house and walked inside.

As the door closed, the last bit of hesitation deep in Fang Qingyu's eyes was severed.

If there is a fight to be had, it must be fought!!

Otherwise, who knows when he'll encounter such an ancient fierce beast again.

...

The oppressive tens of hours crawled by slowly amidst the camp's gloomy haze.

Orders from above were like stones sinking into the sea, the force field entrance like a beast's tightly closed mouth, coldly mocking the camp's chaos and despair.

Night fell.

Fang Qingyu and his team stepped into the "Floating Lamp" bar once again.

The noise was isolated by the heavy wooden door, blue jazz music flowed, the warm yellow light barely soothing the taut nerves.

Each of Qin Hui's group ordered a drink, sipping silently, even Old Qiao, always chatty, was listless.

Fang Qingyu leaned back in the window-side booth.

His gaze swept over the quiet curtain behind the bar, Su Wanqing was not there.

Just as the atmosphere grew stifling enough to solidify, an inconspicuous oak door beside the bar was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a neat dark grey suit, with a calm and mysterious aura, walked out, his gaze like a precise probe, instantly locking onto Fang Qingyu.

The man moved silently, walking directly through several tables to stand before Fang Qingyu, naturally showing a discreet silver eagle emblem inside his inner pocket.

An internal high-level authority symbol that only captains of the Qingjian Branch Sharp Blade Squad would recognize.

"Captain Fang," the middle-aged man's voice was very low, with a hint of courtesy, "Lord Su is looking for you. Please follow me."

He stepped aside, indicating the direction of the oak door.

Qin Hui and the others became instantly alert, subconsciously tensing their bodies.

Fang Qingyu gave them a "stay calm" look.

If Su Wanqing wanted to cause them trouble, she wouldn't have bothered greeting them the first time they met.

He got up and followed the middle-aged man towards the door.

Behind the door wasn't the expected office or storage room.

A short corridor covered with thick carpet connected to a spacious sea-view terrace suite.

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