Wu Yan immediately brought the phone close to his mouth, almost shouting, his voice echoing in the quiet corridor:

"Hey! Qingzi! It's not the pigeons! What do you mean?! Not bragging about such an awesome thing like smashing the Divine Chosen is one thing! But going to Shangjing to participate in the so-called Hidden Dragon Plan, such a big deal, and you don't even give me a heads-up?! Do you really think I'm air? I just ran excitedly up to the 28th floor to find you, only to be told by Sister Duan that you just boarded the plane! This is really too much!!"

His words were delivered extremely fast, filled with the resentment and disbelief of being "abandoned."

On the other end, there was silence for a few seconds, then Fang Qingyu's usual calm, even slightly lazy voice, as if he had just woken up, came through:

"Oh. Forgot."

Only two words.

"Forgot???" Wu Yan's voice suddenly soared eight octaves, almost breaking, "Such a big thing and you tell me you forgot?! Pigeons! You..."

Before he could finish, the line was decisively cut off.

Beeeeep... Beeeep... Beeeep...

Busy tone sounded.

Wu Yan, holding the phone, maintained his roaring posture, petrified on the spot.

"Pfft..."

Qi Hao, watching the spectacle, was the first to lose control, bursting into laughter.

Immediately after, Qin Hui, Old Qiao, and Lv Chen couldn't hold back, their shoulders shaking, letting out muffled laughter.

Even Duan Ling, usually with a cold face, couldn't help but let the corners of her mouth curl into a very noticeable arc.

Lin Kang looked at Wu Yan's stunned appearance, a touch of helpless laughter flashed in his eyes, shook his head, said nothing, and walked straight to his office.

...

Shangjing City.

The giant sky shuttle, like an elegant silver bird, smoothly landed on the dedicated runway at Shangjing City International Airport.

The gangway was lowered.

Fang Qingyu, carrying a large combat bag, holding Jiang Wei's hand, followed the crowd down.

A distinctly different atmosphere from Qingjian hit them.

It was drier, carrying an indescribable hustle and oppression unique to a super metropolis.

The airport dome soared into the clouds, ads glowed brilliant colors, people dressed in various styles, hurriedly rushing like a torrent.

"Over here."

A cool, familiar voice sounded at the pickup point.

Fang Qingyu looked towards the voice.

Wei Banmeng was standing beside a sleek, technologically stylish dark red luxury sedan.

Today she wasn't wearing a combat uniform but had changed into a well-tailored dark gray women's business suit, her long hair neatly tied at the back, revealing a smooth forehead and clear brows and eyes.

She exuded a capable and cold elite aura, blending perfectly with the surrounding environment.

She slightly nodded to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei, indicating for them to get in the car.

"I thought you would come a few days earlier to get familiar with the environment."

Wei Banmeng started the car, and the dark red car slid silently into the airport highway traffic like a waking leopard, the sound strikingly clear in the quiet car interior.

Fang Qingyu sat in the passenger seat, watching the rapidly passing skyline of towering skyscrapers outlined by neon lights.

Slightly shaking his head: "It's okay to come later."

The voice was calm, but the gaze was somewhat distant.

Old Qiao and Lv Chen, under his final "devil training" and the abundant resources provided without cost before he left, finally broke through the Martial Artist threshold in the last few days, settling a concern.

As for the team leader position, he voluntarily gave it to Qin Hui.

Qin Hui was strong, experienced, and steady in temperament. With him leading Qi Hao, Old Qiao, Lv Chen, and the others, continuing to shine and heat at the Qingjian City branch, he could leave with peace of mind.

Many ties in Qingjian City were basically sorted out by now.

Except...

He Manhe.

This woman, who had appeared like a phantom in Qingjian City, left behind a Divine Seed and mysteries, had since vanished without a trace.

The Divine Management Bureau had used considerable power, yet she seemed to have evaporated from the human world.

Not only was no useful clue found in Qingjian City, but she also wasn't traceable in the surveillance and population databases of other cities.

As if her name, along with her existence, had been erased completely from all records by an unseen hand with the most precise eraser.

Pantheon's meticulous methods of concealment were truly frightening.

In terms of personal cultivation.

During the last dozen days, aside from overseeing Old Qiao and the others' breakthrough and arranging follow-ups, Fang Qingyu focused all his energy on the newly mastered saber technique, Scorching World Blade.

Not relying on skill points.

Purely through Musashi's Spirit Core talent and a deepening understanding of the essence of power, he pushed this domineering and fierce saber technique from the Great Success Realm (Level 3) to the Transformation Realm (Level 4) through hardship and grind!

The blade emerged like melted gold and flowing fire, burning with the true intent to incinerate everything, thoroughly infused into the bones and blood.

Just as Fang Qingyu's thoughts were swirling.

"We're here."

Wei Banmeng's cold voice interrupted his contemplation.

The dark red luxury sports car came to a smooth stop by the roadside.

Fang Qingyu lifted his eyes and was slightly taken aback.

In front of him was not some imagined military base, secret training camp, or remote mountain forest.

But the bustling center of a commercial district!

Cars and horses flowed, neon lights flickered.

The spot where they stopped was right across from a futuristic-shaped skyscraper over three hundred meters tall.

The entire building was covered with deep blue one-way glass curtain walls, reflecting a cold luster under the sun, its top piercing the clouds with imposing grandeur.

There were no obvious signs on the building.

But at the entrance of the building, a few guards in deep blue uniforms with a calm demeanor and sharp eyes silently indicated the extraordinariness of this place.

"The Hidden Dragon Plan..." Fang Qingyu furrowed his brow slightly, looking at Wei Banmeng, "Training here?"

His tone was distinctly puzzled.

To cultivate Mystic Martial Artists to advance towards Martial Arts Grandmaster's "abyss," in this steel jungle of the city center?

Can they really go all out?

Wei Banmeng's lips curved slightly upward, revealing a rare, somewhat mysterious smile.

She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door to get out.

"Follow me."

Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei also got out of the car.

Wei Banmeng led the two directly towards the revolving door of the skyscraper.

The guards at the door scanned the three with a gaze as tangible as substance, and after Wei Banmeng presented a special Crystal Card, they immediately saluted solemnly and let them pass.

Entering the lobby.

The interior space was extremely spacious, with a ceiling height of several dozen meters.

The floor was made of dark marble that gleamed, with a huge crystal chandelier casting soft, bright light.

The air was filled with a faint, refreshing fragrance of grass and wood that uplifted one's spirit.

There weren't many people in the lobby, but each of them walked steadily, with sharp eyes and varying levels of energy fluctuations, clearly indicating martial artists or Divine Cultists.

Wei Banmeng didn't pause, leading the two towards a special elevator that required specific clearance to access.

The elevator's interior was spacious and luxuriously decorated.

Wei Banmeng pressed a button without a numerical label, but engraved with a coiling dragon pattern.

The elevator doors closed silently.

The expected sensation of ascent didn't come; instead, there was an exceedingly subtle, almost imperceptible feeling of weightlessness, as if the elevator was not moving vertically but undergoing some more complex displacement.

The gentle lighting inside the elevator reflected on the metal walls, creating a quiet atmosphere.

At this moment, Wei Banmeng's cold voice broke the silence, her gaze never leaving the smooth metal doors in front of her.

"Do you know how many types of force fields there are?"

The question came somewhat abruptly.

Fang Qingyu was slightly startled, retracting his thoughts from the curiosity about the Hidden Dragon Plan, he pondered slightly and answered based on previous knowledge:

"Two types. One that's actively activated by Transcendents without a specific environment. The other usually can only be activated in specific locations, like where Life Ghost fluctuations occur."

"Hmm."

Wei Banmeng nodded gently, acknowledging his answer.

However, just as her voice fell...

An indescribable, refreshing "air" suddenly surged into the elevator!

This was by no means the filtered fresh air of a city, nor the forest fragrance from the mountains.

It was pure like glacial meltwater, with an indescribable life vitality, just inhaling a single breath made one's entire body's cells seem to cheer with joy, invigorating one's spirit...

Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted!

Seeing this, Wei Banmeng's face, always cold as ice, for once blossomed with a clear and slightly mysterious smile.

She turned her head, looking at Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.

"But actually, there's a third type..."

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