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Chapter 561 - 262: Is That So? How Do You Know We’ll Die?

Without looking at Jiang Chengyue’s dazed expression anymore, he calmly turned his gaze to the three silent teammates beside him.

"What do you all think?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice remained calm, as if he were asking what’s for dinner.

"Shall we do it or not?"

These three short words hit like a stone thrown into a Dead Water Pond.

Chu Kuanglan abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and the recently extinguished flame "whoosh" rekindled, burning even more vigorously!

The previous despair and feeling of helplessness seemed to be instantly washed away by Fang Qingyu’s almost "ignorant bravery" calmness.

"Do it!!"

Chu Kuanglan almost shouted out, his voice hoarse but full of a do-or-die resolve.

"Damn it! I’ve had enough of this suffocation! To hell with the Martial Saint! I can’t swallow this indignation! Let’s do it!!"

Lu Jiuyuan, holding his sword, did not roar, but simply nodded forcefully.

Wei Banmeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent waves in her heart and the incalculable odds of despair.

She looked at Fang Qingyu’s terrifyingly calm Molten Gold Vertical Pupils, and a hint of determination appeared on her cold face as she said in a deep voice, "Do it! But... Qingzi, what’s your plan?"

Fang Qingyu was not at all surprised by the reaction of his teammates, as if everything was within his expectations.

The hint of an odd smile on his face vanished, replaced by a calmness as steady as water.

Turning around, his gaze once again fell on Jiang Chengyue, who was still in a state of confusion.

"What do you think..."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was not loud.

"If a large number of Martial Arts Grandmasters suddenly flood into the city now, wouldn’t Jiang Taixuan... be anxious?"

Jiang Chengyue was once again taken aback by this jumping question, nodding instinctively: "He definitely would! His craving for high-quality ’Blood Source’ has reached a frenzy! As long as he can ’fill up,’ restore his power, and stabilize his state, he’ll do anything! Unless..."

Jiang Chengyue paused, giving a wry smile: "Unless those grandmasters are also under the protection of Master Hong, or core disciples of colossal entities like the Pocket World Blessed Land, their backgrounds so solid he wouldn’t dare make a move."

"Hmm."

Fang Qingyu responded noncommittally, seemingly having obtained the answer he wanted.

He then paid no more attention to Jiang Chengyue, naturally pulling out his mobile phone.

He rummaged through the inner pocket of his tactical waist pack and found a deep blue metal business card.

It was the one given to him by Shen Zhou, the manager of Deep Blue Heavy Industry Arctic Affairs Department on the Ark of Hope.

Without a moment of hesitation, Fang Qingyu directly dialed the encrypted communication channel on the card.

After a short wait tone, the call connected.

Shen Zhou’s voice, filled with respect and eagerness, immediately came through: "Mr. Fang! Hello! Please let me know if you have any instructions. Deep Blue Heavy Industry Arctic Branch is at your service anytime!"

Fang Qingyu skipped any pleasantries and got straight to the point, his voice as calm as ever:

"Manager Shen, I need you to do something for me."

"Please go ahead, Mr. Fang! As long as it’s within Deep Blue Heavy Industry’s power, we will not refuse!" Shen Zhou’s voice was full of assurance.

Fang Qingyu glanced at Jiang Chengyue beside him and said, "I need you to arrange for over a hundred Martial Arts Grandmasters with no background to gather at Glazed Light City as quickly as possible."

"Over a hundred? Martial Arts Grandmasters with no background?"

On the other end of the line, Shen Zhou’s voice paused noticeably.

Clearly, the scope and content of this request were beyond his expectations.

After a brief silence, Shen Zhou’s voice, accompanied by a hint of difficulty and caution, said: "Mr. Fang, over a hundred Martial Arts Grandmasters, this scale, in the short term it’s very difficult to arrange, and persuading them to voluntarily gather at Glazed Light City requires significant effort and expense..."

Fang Qingyu seemed to have anticipated this and did not insist.

He turned to Jiang Chengyue and directly asked, "Would a few dozen be enough to lure him out?"

At this moment, Jiang Chengyue could no longer follow Fang Qingyu’s line of thinking.

But hearing the words "lure out" and recalling Fang Qingyu’s earlier question about "being anxious," he instantly understood the core madness of this plan.

Using dozens of Martial Arts Grandmasters as bait.

To lure out the ravenous Taotie.

"Enough! More than enough!!"

Jiang Chengyue’s voice trembled with excitement, an unprecedented brilliance exploding in his eyes.

"As long as the message is true, and those grandmasters really gather here, he absolutely won’t be able to sit still! He will definitely make a move himself! To ’harvest’ this batch of ’Blood Source’ as quickly as possible! It’s his only hope to stay alive! He can’t afford to wait!"

Having received a definitive answer, Fang Qingyu calmly spoke into the communicator: "Then just a few dozen will suffice."

He paused, then added: "Spread the word, saying that near Glazed Light City, fifty nautical miles northeast of the Ice Fortress ruins, in the deep glacial sea region, there is a suspected relic of a Martial Saint who fell a century ago, with breakthrough opportunities and treasures appearing. Have them gather at that coordinate point."

On the other end, Shen Zhou was clearly even more puzzled by this request and cautiously asked, "Mr. Fang, do we just need them to gather at that location? They don’t need to do anything else? Like, explore the relics? Or create some chaos?"

"No need." Fang Qingyu’s answer was crisp and decisive.

He thought for a moment and added a kind of oddly "considerate" tone: "Oh right, just remind them. Upon arrival, there might be life-threatening risks. Let them be mentally prepared beforehand so that they won’t be late when trying to escape."

"..."

The communicator on the other side fell into a longer silence.