Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 621 - 276: Black Marquis, Jiang Wei Growing Up!

"It’s not this..."

Wei Banmeng suddenly lifted her head, her eyes slightly red, an expression Fang Qingyu rarely saw on her face. "It’s... the Drought Fiend! The god in the red dress!"

Her voice became urgent, "Shortly after Commander Qin Wu led people to save us, she... she suddenly appeared! It was like she froze time; none of us could move!"

Wei Banmeng quickly described the scene at that time.

The god with the red dress and red hair descended from nowhere, freezing time and space, ignoring everyone, and walked straight to Jiang Wei’s bedside.

She leaned over, extended that flawless hand, gently lifted Jiang Wei’s chin, and after a moment of gazing, the corners of her mouth curved into an inexplicable smile. Then... before leaving, she casually... tapped Jiang Wei’s forehead with one finger.

"Right here!"

Wei Banmeng pointed to her own forehead, her tone filled with self-reproach and anxiety, "She just tapped lightly like that! Then she disappeared, and the time freeze was broken... But ever since then, Xiaojiang hasn’t woken up! Her breathing is stable, but she just can’t wake up! I... I don’t know what the Drought Fiend did! Will it have any bad effect on Xiaojiang?... It’s all my fault! I was right there, yet I couldn’t do anything! Couldn’t even move a finger! I didn’t protect Xiaojiang well..."

By the end, her voice had a slight choke in it.

Her cold face was full of helplessness and deep self-reproach.

Fang Qingyu’s brows instantly knitted tightly, his gaze turning incredibly serious.

The Drought Fiend deliberately touched Jiang Wei’s forehead before leaving?!

This definitely couldn’t be a meaningless act.

Thinking that the Drought Fiend knew he had taken care of Jiang Wei for a period, Fang Qingyu’s heart skipped a beat.

What exactly did the Drought Fiend want to do?

Was it a gift? A mark? Or... some unknown manipulation?

A chill mixed with anger surged into his heart.

But looking at the nearly crying Wei Banmeng in front of him, Fang Qingyu forced down his turbulent emotions. He reached out, lightly pressed her trembling shoulder, and said gently, "Alright, Banmeng, look at me."

Wei Banmeng raised her reddened eyes, looking at him with confusion and guilt.

"Listen, this isn’t your fault."

Fang Qingyu’s tone was firm, his eyes incredibly earnest, "Facing a true god, let alone you, even if I were there, the result wouldn’t be any different! Perhaps... even worse! That level of existence is not something we can contend with now. You’ve done very well."

He paused, noticing the heavy shadows in Wei Banmeng’s eyes seemed to lift slightly, and continued, "Besides, for now, Xiaojiang’s vital signs are stable and show no signs of deterioration."

"So, don’t overthink it, and don’t blame yourself. Go back to your room, have a good rest, and recover. I’ll watch over Xiaojiang here."

Fang Qingyu’s tone was gentle, without the slightest hint of insincere comfort.

Wei Banmeng’s tight nerves finally started to relax a bit under his words and gaze, and the self-reproach that almost overwhelmed her somewhat eased.

She looked at Fang Qingyu, her lips moved slightly, but she only let out a gentle "mm" in the end, obediently allowing Fang Qingyu to gently guide her back to her own ward.

After sending Wei Banmeng off, Fang Qingyu went to check on Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan in the neighboring ward.

The two shared a room, according to the little nurse at the door, because Chu Kuanglan insisted, saying old Lu was seriously injured, and he had to keep an eye on him.

At this moment, both were sound asleep, Chu Kuanglan snoring like thunder, while Lu Jiuyuan had a slight frown, his face still somewhat pale.

Fang Qingyu didn’t go in to disturb them, just looked through the small window on the door.

When they wake up, I’ll bring them the news of Jiang Taixuan’s downfall.

Finally, Fang Qingyu returned to Jiang Wei’s ward.

He quietly closed the door, blocking out the corridor’s light.

Sitting on the chair by the bedside, he looked at the sleeping Jiang Wei, reached out, and gently tucked in the edges of her blanket.

His fingers inadvertently touched her small hand, cold to the touch.

Fang Qingyu closed his eyes, seemingly resting his mind, but in reality, his consciousness sank deep into the depths of his mind amid that deep darkness.

An ancient, thick chart floated silently.

The pages turned rapidly without the wind, rustling noisily.

This mission to hunt Jiang Taixuan was incredibly perilous, with several close brushes with death, but the ultimate reward was beyond imagination.

This reward did not come from Jiang Taixuan himself.

That old dog had nothing of value on him, the Gluttonous Stomach was destroyed by Fang Qingyu after the exit of a trace of origin from the Taotie.

The true reward came from the Destiny Ghost Army that surged like a tide.

Firstly, there was a tremendous leap in his profession panel.

[Shenxiao Envoy (★★★★)].

This was the greatest and irreplaceable achievement of this journey.

A divine profession with a four-star rating.

However, the activation of this profession relied entirely on Fang Qingyu’s will explosion in dire circumstances and the early-acquired Thunder God’s Original Authority Fragment.

This was a qualitative change.

The power level brought by the Shenxiao Authority, the absolute mastery over Thunder, completely transformed Fang Qingyu.

The ominous consumption of Inference Core Skills and Killing Techniques and the massive experience points needed to upgrade the authority level on the chart all signify the vast potential of this profession in the future.

Secondly, there was an ocean of Skill Points.

This was the reason Fang Qingyu was slightly late in chasing Jiang Taixuan.

When that condensed Shenxiao Thunder Light, like a Spear of Celestial Punishment, blasted into the densest area of the Destiny Ghosts, the chart’s prompts cascaded like a waterfall.