Popularity: ★★★★★

"First floor (Information Mini-Expert): Latest intel! Confirmed by the Songdu headquarters' medical department authority! The little girl Jiang Wei, who is inseparable from Fang Qingyu, has completed her spirit transition after the pit incident, officially stepping into the Tier One Third Realm 'Divine Cultist' domain! Age... eight years old! This is not just a genius, this is a monster!"

"Second floor (Shocked Department): Eight years old? Third Realm Divine Cultist??? At eight, I was still playing with mud! This world is too crazy!"

"Third floor (Apostle Family - Watching): @Su Wanqing, Miss Su, what do you think, being on the same path as a Divine Cultist?"

"Fourth floor (Su Wanqing): (replying to Third floor) Extraordinary talent, promising future. (smile.jpg)"

"Fifth floor (Lemon Essence): So sour! God Fang himself is unbelievably strong, and even his pendant is this otherworldly! How are us ordinary people supposed to live!"

"Sixth floor (Truth Emperor): Pendant? Wake up! Anyone who can fight alongside God Fang in such hellish conditions is no mere pendant! That's clearly... a powerhouse in their childhood!"

[Discussion] What exactly did Fang Qingyu mean by shouting 'bastard' when he finally hammered down Sikong Zhen? Is there deeper inside information on Creation Technology?

Posted by: Sherlock Holmes Conan

Popularity: ★★★★

"First floor (Sherlock Holmes Conan): Based on vague recollections from multiple on-site personnel, when Fang Qingyu attacked Sikong Zhen, he repeatedly howled the word 'bastard'. Given Sikong Zhen's betrayal and cooperation with the Molting Level Life Ghost, my bold guess! Sikong Zhen very likely underwent some kind of non-human modification by Creation Technology! 'Bastard' might be Fang Qingyu revealing his true essence!"

"Second floor (Keyboard Warrior): The person above has too much imagination! Maybe he was just swearing in a fit of rage?"

"Third floor (Senior Researcher): @Second floor, not necessarily. Creation Technology's bio-gene and human modification techniques are extremely evil and cutting-edge. Their 'Chimera' project, forcibly merging human genes with Life Ghost or even older creature genes, has always been one of their forbidden research directions. If Sikong Zhen is truly a 'Chimera', then 'bastard' might truly be the aptest description of his essence."

"Fourth floor (Terrifying Reflection): Whoa, my scalp is tingling! If even Divine Chosen can be modified and controlled by them..."

Fang Qingyu expressionlessly flipped through these posts filled with either amazement, analysis, admiration, or suspicion.

These clamorous titles and discussions, like rapidly retreating scenery outside a car window, skimmed over Fang Qingyu's heart lake, yet failed to stir much of a ripple.

Who would've thought, one action supporting Songdu Pit would push him into such a whirlwind.

Compared to the smaller discussions caused by the Qingjian City Insect Nest incident, this time, the popularity is explosive, sweeping through the entire Divine Management Bureau's internal network.

Countless eyes focused, countless speculations flying.

Fang Qingyu's fingertip lightly swiped across the screen.

These clamorous titles and halos, in his eyes, were far less important than Su Wanqing's enlightenment on 'Power of Nature', even less than the weight carried by the 'Hidden Dragon' card in his hand.

Fame?

Just a vain burden, a source likely to bring more trouble.

Fang Qingyu casually turned off the forum app, stuffed the phone back in his pocket, and closed his eyes again, as if he'd just casually flipped through a page of irrelevant newspaper.

Outside the window, the highway stretched into the distance, connecting with the horizon.

The silhouette of Songdu City had long disappeared behind them.

The vehicle drove into Qingjian City.

The off-road vehicle steadily stopped in front of that familiar grey building of the Qingjian City Divine Management Bureau.

No flowers, no banners, no welcoming lineup.

Only a few familiar figures, either standing or leaning, waiting on the steps before the entrance.

Lin Kang stood at the front, still in that washed-out mysterious black combat suit, his stance as upright as a pine.

Duan Ling was holding her signature Dragon Head Saber, leaning against the doorpost.

Qu Zhe, Li Hu, and several other members of the Dragon Spine Camp's third team gathered in small groups, chatting quietly.

The slanting sunlight stretched their shadows long.

The car door opened.

Fang Qingyu was the first to get out; the stiffness in his left arm still faintly evident with each move.

Jiang Wei, like a little tail, followed him down, her clear gaze calmly sweeping over everyone.

Qin Hui, Qi Hao, and the others also got out of the car one after another.

The atmosphere was quiet, with no cheers, no deliberate small talk.

Every gaze was fixed on Fang Qingyu.

Lin Kang took a step forward, his deep, quiet eyes carefully examining Fang Qingyu from his slightly pale face, to the unnatural position of his left arm, down to the aura around him that had settled, more restrained yet more oppressive, after enduring blood and fire.

No extra words.

Lin Kang lifted his hand, his broad and powerful palm gently patting Fang Qingyu's shoulder.

The warmth and steady power from the palm seemed to carry a thousand words.

His mouth, unusually, curved into a slight upward arc, shallow but carrying a warmth of relief, and his voice was low and clear as he spoke:

"Welcome back."

Four words.

Simple, plain.

Yet like a warm current, instantly dispelling the fatigue of the long journey and diluting the sense of alienation brought by the clamor on the forum.

No inquiries about thrilling details.

No probing into incredible achievements, only the most straightforward care and confirmation.

Fang Qingyu met Lin Kang's gaze, his tightly drawn lips also slightly relaxing, responding just as briefly:

"Mm."

Everything was understood without words.

Duan Ling, carrying her saber, approached, her sharp eyes scanning Fang Qingyu, finally landing on his left arm, and she hummed, "Tough life."

Qu Zhe cheerfully busted over, "Qingzi, I heard that this time your antics in Songdu punched a hole in the sky? Even the Martial Saint was alarmed? Come on, tell us..."

"Ahem!" Lin Kang lightly coughed.

Qu Zhe instantly took the hint, shut his mouth, and smiled sheepishly.

Fang Qingyu didn't pay attention to Qu Zhe's gossip, his eyes swept over familiar faces, Duan Ling, Qu Zhe, Li Hu... and other team members gathering around.

A long-missed peace, belonging to 'home', quietly enveloped him.

Here, there were no overwhelming praises and halos, only these comrades who'd crawled over the edge of life and death together, only this unspoken understanding and care.

Jiang Wei quietly stood by Fang Qingyu's side, her small figure shortened by the sunset.

She didn't speak, just let her gaze sweep over everyone, nodding slightly, as a greeting.

The cool aura belonging to 'Sister Jiang' seemed to have reined in a bit, yet that undeniable presence still made Duan Ling and the others subconsciously adjust their posture.

"Alright, stop standing around here." Lin Kang waved his hand, his voice returning to its usual steadiness, "Go do what you need to. Fang Qingyu, your injuries are not fully healed, go back to the dormitory and have a good rest. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded, the atmosphere lightening up.

Fang Qingyu nodded, in everyone's gaze, taking Jiang Wei with him, followed Lin Kang, and stepped into that familiar grey building.

The sunset stretched their shadows long, casting them into the building's shadow.

The wind of Qingjian City, carrying the specific warm and dusty scent of a summer evening, blew past.

A new, short rest period began.

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