Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 619 - 276: Black Marquis, Jiang Wei Growing Up!

Fang Qingyu nearly choked on his own saliva, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He looked incredulously at the old man whose face was full of mischief, "You said that shadow is a bootlicker to the Drought Fiend??"

Hong Qitian leisurely refilled his teacup, the amber tea gently swaying in the cup. He took a sip and then, amidst the lingering tea aroma, nodded with a tone of worldly sarcasm: "Hmm, that shadow is called ’Black Marquis,’ a Tribulation Level Life Ghost, a genuine Tier Four existence."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully, finally unraveling a corner of his lingering doubts.

For someone who could stand out as a mediator in such a situation and make both Jiang Ying and the old man temporarily cease with just a word, they must be a top-level powerhouse of the same height.

As for why he didn’t see the opponent’s title back then...

Fang Qingyu speculated, either the opponent’s ability is special, or that thing isn’t considered a living being.

"This thing probably emerged thirty years ago."

Hong Qitian put down the teacup, drumming his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa as he recalled, "To date, there’s just one recorded instance of it making a move."

Fang Qingyu perked up his ears: "Just once?"

"Yes." Hong Qitian raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, staring straight at Fang Qingyu, "That time, he killed a Martial Venerate."

Hiss!

Fang Qingyu’s expression grew solemn.

The higher the tier... killing someone of the same tier isn’t that easy.

After all, everyone has countless tactics.

Being able to kill a Martial Venerate indicates that the opponent’s strength is absolutely far superior to those of the same tier.

No wonder when Black Marquis appeared, the Tier Four military man didn’t make a move.

Its threat level definitely ranks just below the Drought Fiend at the forefront.

The room fell into a brief silence.

Only the slight buzzing of the teapot on the induction cooker was heard.

Hong Qitian suddenly shifted the conversation, leaning forward slightly, his seasoned old eyes fixing on Fang Qingyu’s face with a half-smile: "Alright, now let’s talk about you, kid. Hiding quite deeply, aren’t you?"

Fang Qingyu was taken aback by this, instinctively pointing to his own nose, feigning ignorance: "Me? What have I been hiding?"

Just as he spoke, meeting the old man’s gaze, Fang Qingyu instantly understood.

Jiu!

Jiu has been following him all along.

The entire process of him being struck by the Heavenly Punishment Thunder in the core space of the Gluttonous Stomach, ultimately unlocking the Shenxiao Envoy profession, probably all fell into Jiu’s eyes.

The fact that he possesses dual-system abilities of Martial Artist and Divine Cultist was no longer a secret to Jiu, and since Jiu knew, the old man naturally knew as well.

Understanding this, Fang Qingyu forced a sheepish smile and coughed twice to cover it up.

Seeing this, Hong Qitian rolled his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "Alright, stop putting on an act. Don’t worry, no one’s going to dissect you for study."

The old man paused, his eyes becoming more serious, "The Federation isn’t that depraved yet as to not accommodate a genius. As long as you don’t betray our race or walk an evil path, the stronger you are, the better it is for the Federation and the Human Race."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu immediately donned a righteous expression, "I never thought of it that way..."

"Heh."

Hong Qitian sneered, knowing the boy’s slippery nature too well.

"However."

The old man changed the topic again, his tone becoming stern, "You did well by not showing your face when using the Divine Cultist system before."

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, then immediately realized what the old man meant.

In the Gluttonous Stomach, when he transformed into a thunderous figure, surrounded by lightning, his face was distorted, making it impossible for others to see his true appearance.

Hong Qitian said seriously: "From now on, if you can separate the use of the two, do so as much as possible. Especially avoid exposing both your Martial Artist abilities and Divine Cultist system before a Life Ghost simultaneously."

Fang Qingyu’s mind raced, swiftly grasping the old man’s deeper meaning.

On the human side, with the old man’s suppression and the strength he has showcased, his dual systems might cause some stir and covetousness, but it’s not enough to warrant destructive retaliation.

But it’s entirely different on the Life Ghost’s side.

A human who can simultaneously harness and navigate two entirely different power systems represents a threat to them that would likely escalate to unimaginable heights.

He might very well transform from a noteworthy enemy to a unique entity that must be captured or destroyed at all costs.

Thinking about this, Fang Qingyu felt incredibly relieved that he had decisively eliminated Jiang Taixuan.

Completely eradicating the only living person who might leak his secret.

The two casually chatted a bit about the aftermath of Glazed Light City and Jiang Ying’s boldness before Fang Qingyu got up to take his leave.

Throughout, Hong Qitian never mentioned which God Fang Qingyu believed in, seeming utterly unconcerned about it, or perhaps, had absolute trust.

After Fang Qingyu left, the office returned to silence.

Hong Qitian leisurely walked to the massive alloy desk, opening an inconspicuous drawer and taking out a thick volume wrapped in an unknown beast’s hide, exuding an ancient aura.

He brushed his rough fingers over the cover for a moment before turning precisely to a page.

The yellowing page bore ink strokes full of antiquity and vigor.

At the top, prominently stood a few bold archaic characters.

Nine Heavens Responding Origin Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Celestial Venerable!

Hong Qitian’s cloudy eyes fixed on this line, his gaze deep, silent for a long time.

...

The elevator descended smoothly, a slight feeling of weightlessness arising.

Fang Qingyu navigated through the Great Wall, akin to a steel labyrinth, using the address provided by the staff, eventually arriving at a relatively quiet corridor.