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Chapter 620 - 276: Black Marquis, Jiang Wei Growing Up!

The smell of disinfectant permeates the air; this is the rehabilitation area specially designated by the Border Guard Army.

Members of Shikong and Liu Hanyan’s teams, along with Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan, are temporarily residing here.

Fortunes are always in flux.

In the past, it was always Fang Qingyu who was hospitalized.

This time, it’s their turn to lie in the wards.

Fang Qingyu pushed open the door of the first ward.

Inside, there’s only Shikong.

His iconic coarse wig has long been removed, revealing a smooth bald head, and the waxy complexion for disguise on his face has been washed clean, showing a delicate outline.

Sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, he was regulating his breathing with eyes closed. Upon hearing the door open, he slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw it was Fang Qingyu, a genuine hint of joy flashed in Shikong’s eyes. But immediately, this joy was replaced by a deeply complex emotion...

Shock, reverence, and an indescribable... sense of loss.

After their rescue, they eagerly asked Martial Saint Qin Wu about Fang Qingyu’s whereabouts at the first opportunity.

The answer they received left them all dumbfounded.

The golden figure that ripped apart the Gluttonous Stomach and descended like the Thunder God was Fang Qingyu!

This news detonated like two heavy bombs in their hearts successively.

The first bomb was Fang Qingyu possessing dual-system abilities as both Martial Artist and Divine Cultist.

This was unheard of, shattering their ironclad beliefs.

The second bomb was that Fang Qingyu’s Divine Cultist system had reached Tier Three.

A peer of their age, also a special squad leader, not only outpaced them in martial prowess but reached a height they could only look up to on a second path.

This disparity was not something hard work could overcome; it was a complete chasm.

"Captain Fang."

Shikong spoke, his voice slightly dry, forcing a smile on his face that could not hide the bitterness, "Is everything okay?"

He referred to the issue with Jiang Taixuan.

Fang Qingyu smiled lightly, casually sitting on a nearby chair: "Jiang Taixuan has been executed, your credit is secure. How are the injuries, serious?"

Shikong shook his head: "Surface wounds and exhaustion, a few days of rest will be fine. Liu junior sister isn’t much different."

He paused, looking at Fang Qingyu with complex eyes, and ultimately couldn’t help but lament: "This time... it’s really thanks to you. If it weren’t for you... all of us would probably..."

He didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

If Fang Qingyu hadn’t exposed his terrifying Tier Three Divine Cultist strength and ultimately slain Jiang Taixuan, their mission would have been an absolute failure. Forget about credit; survival would have been a luxury.

Fang Qingyu waved it off, with a bit of banter on his face: "Don’t say that. When I invited you in, wasn’t it for the credit? Now that Jiang Taixuan is dead, Jiang Ying, the Family Head over in Glazed Light City, is about to sort things out, so the tremendous credit is secured."

His tone was light, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, Shikong could only respond with a bitter smile.

Credit?

Indeed, there was.

But almost ninety percent of that credit was tied to Fang Qingyu alone.

They were at most supporting, and didn’t even manage to help in the final critical moment.

This realization left the always proud Shikong, Liu Hanyan, and others with mixed feelings.

However, regardless, Jiang Taixuan, the rotten Evil God, is executed, and Glazed Light City’s malignancy is removed. This is enough to give them a sense of comfort and relief.

The objective was achieved.

Subsequently, Fang Qingyu went next door to check on Liu Hanyan’s team; the atmosphere was quite similar to Shikong’s.

Liu Hanyan looked at Fang Qingyu with eyes not just grateful, but filled with more reverence.

Fang Qingyu understood that the invisible barrier brought by the disparity in power was hard to eliminate in the short term, and without saying much, he comforted them and left.

Next, he headed towards Wei Banmeng’s room.

Opening the door, it was empty.

Fang Qingyu felt a stir in his heart and immediately turned to the adjacent ward.

Jiang Wei’s ward.

Indeed, the door was ajar.

Wei Banmeng was quietly sitting on a chair by the bedside, side profile towards the door. Her cold face showed no expression, her gaze fell on the small sleeping figure on the bed, seemingly in a daze, yet perhaps lost in thoughts.

Upon hearing the door open, she abruptly turned her head. Seeing it was Fang Qingyu, her eyes, always as sharp as an ice cone, instantly radiated undisguised joyful light, but beneath this joy was a thick and pervasive... guilt.

Fang Qingyu’s heart sank slightly, and he quickly walked to the bedside.

Jiang Wei still had her eyes closed, her small face pale, breathing weak but steady, her long lashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids, as if merely sleeping.

He looked at Wei Banmeng, softly asking: "What’s up? Why so gloomy?"

His tone was intentionally made calm.

Wei Banmeng did not answer immediately, only gesturing with her eyes toward the door, her lips slightly pale.

Fang Qingyu understood, and followed her out of the room, gently closing the door.

The lights in the hallway were soft, leaving the place silent.

Wei Banmeng leaned against the cold metal wall, her head down, her long black hair hanging down, covering half her face.

After a few seconds of silence, she began speaking with a barely perceptible trembling in her voice, very softly: "I’m sorry..."

Fang Qingyu was taken aback, completely puzzled: "Sorry? No, what happened? Isn’t Xiaojiang fine? Didn’t the doctor say it’s just overexertion?"

He assumed Wei Banmeng was feeling guilty about Jiang Wei’s coma.