Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 403 - 220: The Second Divine Armament... Shun’s Dragon Craft!!!
Fang Qingyu felt a flicker before his eyes, and the scenery of the ancient street around him instantly vanished.
He focused his gaze again.
He found himself deep in that familiar alley.
In front of him was the old, heavy wooden door, with the signboard "Longyuan Martial Arts Hall" hanging above the lintel.
In front of the large screen wall, beside the redwood tea table, Hong Qitian sat on a stone stool with a dark face.
"Hmph!" Hong Qitian snorted irritably and pointed at the stone stool opposite him, "Sit!"
Fang Qingyu sat down as instructed.
Hong Qitian picked up the purple clay teapot from the little red clay stove, poured a cup of tea, and placed it heavily in front of Fang Qingyu, causing drops of tea to spill out.
"Wait and see!" Hong Qitian’s tone was unfriendly, "See if the one you killed is really the true form!"
Fang Qingyu raised the teacup and drank silently.
He knew that the old Hong was confirming whether Erosion had truly fallen.
The methods of the Divine Reincarnation were elusive, with extremely strong survival abilities, and confirming death requires time.
As well as confirming whether the entrance to the Abyss was normal.
Time passed in silence.
Fang Qingyu could feel that although Hong Qitian appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, an extremely subtle and vast intention was probing something.
About a stick of incense’s time later.
Hong Qitian’s tightly shut eyes suddenly opened!
Bright light shot through his cloudy old eyes!
On the face that always carried a bit of a roguish smile, an expression of extremely rare... solemnity appeared?
Or rather, the shock after confirming some incredible event?
Slowly standing up, his gaze like lightning, staring fixedly at Fang Qingyu, as if wanting to see through him entirely.
"Kid..." Hong Qitian’s voice was low and slow, carrying an indescribable meaning, "Did you... really kill him?"
Fang Qingyu put down the teacup, met Hong Qitian’s gaze frankly, and nodded calmly, "Yes."
Hong Qitian was silent for several breaths.
Finally, he took a long, deep breath, as if trying to forcibly suppress a certain shock.
"Come with me!"
Hong Qitian said no more and turned to walk towards the passage leading to the inner courtyard beside the screen wall.
Fang Qingyu immediately stood up and followed.
Passing through the passage, there was a small courtyard behind, with only one extremely simple-looking room.
Pushing the door open, the inside was even more excessively simple.
A hard-board bed, a desk piled with various old books and scrolls.
Nothing else.
Hong Qitian walked to the bedside, bent down, and actually started rummaging under the bed.
Fang Qingyu: "..."
Soon, Hong Qitian pulled out a slender, seemingly ordinary black wooden box from under the bed.
The surface of the box was covered in dust, as if forgotten for a long time.
Hong Qitian stuffed the box into Fang Qingyu’s arms irritably and impatiently:
"Take it! This is the only one! The old man really doesn’t have any more!"
"If you want more in the future... find a way to snatch it yourself!"
Fang Qingyu instinctively caught the box, feeling its slight weight.
Upon hearing Hong Qitian’s words, he was about to ask "Where to snatch", but his gaze was drawn to this seemingly ordinary box in his hands.
With a hint of anticipation, he carefully lifted the lid of the box.
Then...
His mouth twitched hard!
At the bottom of the box lay quietly two... lines?
Two strands as thin as hair, about a foot long, with a deep dark gold color that seemed to absorb all light.
They had no energy fluctuations, lying quietly there, like two very ordinary metal strands for sewing.
Fang Qingyu raised his head, looking at Hong Qitian’s still darkened face.
His eyes were filled with the meaning of, "Are you joking with me, old man?"
"No... old man, even if you’re fooling me... you could at least show me something decent, right? These... two lines?" Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but speak, his voice carrying a tone of incredulity.
"Nonsense!" Upon hearing this, Hong Qitian puffed his beard and glared, grabbing Fang Qingyu’s left wrist and scolded irritably, "You ignorant brat! Open your eyes and see properly!"
Before he finished speaking, Hong Qitian pinched one of the dark gold strands with his coarse fingers, pressing one end precisely onto a minute, naturally present skin texture intersection on Fang Qingyu’s left wrist!
In the instant the strand touched the skin!
Buzz—!!!
The strand, originally devoid of life and gloss, seemed to be infused with life!
A faint dark gold gleam emerged suddenly.
Immediately!
It moved up Fang Qingyu’s wrist skin as if it were alive!
Speed was rapid!
Icy, slippery, with a peculiar metallic feel!
Fang Qingyu felt a rush of chilly breath instantly spread up along his arm.
The strand, like a living serpent, twisted along the muscle contours and bones on his arm, coiling upward.
Wherever it went, the skin surface faintly revealed intricate, dark gold patterns matching the strand’s color.
Finally!
The strand found its final resting place, burrowing swiftly into a specific acupoint on the inner side of Fang Qingyu’s left elbow!
"Uh!"
An indescribable pain surged up instantly!
It felt as if a red-hot iron brand was being violently thrust into the meridian along his arm!
Fang Qingyu groaned, cold sweat instantly seeping from his forehead.
The moment the strand burrowed into the acupoint, it transformed into invisible roots, spreading instantly, forcibly merging with the bones, flesh, and meridians of Fang Qingyu’s arm!
The dark gold gleam suddenly intensified!
It illuminated beneath the skin like blood vessels!
Buzz!
Almost simultaneously as the left-hand strand began integrating!
Hong Qitian acted quickly, already picking up the other dark gold strand from the box!
With the same precision, he pressed it onto the inner side of Fang Qingyu’s right wrist!
Hiss—!
The same icy sensation, the same intense pain!
The second dark gold strand also moved up along the right arm like a living thing, finally burrowing into the acupoint inside the right elbow fiercely!
Buzz! Buzz!
Both arms exploded in dazzling dark gold light simultaneously!
The light was substantial, penetrating clothing, bathing the entire simple room in dark gold!
Fang Qingyu’s arms involuntarily lifted slightly, muscles knotting and tense, dark gold streams coursing frantically beneath the skin, like countless small golden dragons roaring within his bloodline!
Rumble—!!!
A low, majestic dragon roar, seemingly from the depths of bloodline, erupted without warning from Fang Qingyu’s arms!
With the dragon roar’s emergence!
The frantically surging dark gold streams on Fang Qingyu’s arms suddenly condensed!
Two vividly lifelike mini dragon shadows, about a foot long, entirely crafted from intensely refined dark gold light, burst forth from the acupoint on Fang Qingyu’s inner elbows!
They were as dense as substance!
Every scale could be clearly seen, edges glistening with sharp cold light!
Dragon horns prominent, dragon whiskers flowing, dragon eyes burning with dark gold flames!
Roar—!
The two dark gold little dragons emitted an even clearer and louder dragon cry, brimming with newborn joy and supreme majesty.
They were like the most loyal guards, encircling Fang Qingyu’s arms, head and tail intertwined, swirling and dancing!
Each swirl brought about a fine dark gold spatial ripple.
Wherever the dragon shadows traveled, the dark gold glow on Fang Qingyu’s arms intensified further.
At the moment this mind-shaking scene emerged.
The name of this Divine Armament surged to mind.
[Shun’s Dragon Craft]!!
