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Chapter 623 - 277: Good and Evil, Two Sides Forcefully Divided

Fang Qingyu’s words about growing up...

caused a momentary confusion on the faces of Shikong, Liu Hanyan, Wei Banmeng, and the newly arrived members of Shikong’s team, including Liu Qingyan.

Their eyes uniformly fixated on Fang Qingyu’s strangely contorted face.

"Growing up?"

Shikong touched his smooth bald head, his face, which looked somewhat delicate after washing off the wax-yellow disguise, was filled with astonishment.

"Captain Fang, hasn’t Xiaojiang always been growing? What... what’s with this energy wave?"

Wei Banmeng was even more anxious, her eyes still red-rimmed, her voice carrying a barely noticeable tremor: "Qingzi! Let me in to have a look."

Instinctively, she wanted to rush in again, but that turbulent energy wave made her heart race.

"Don’t rush, listen to me."

Fang Qingyu spread his arms wide, blocking the doorway like a human wall, with a faint circulation of Shenxiao around him, forming an invisible barrier that kept everyone outside.

The expression on his face was a mix of awkwardness, shock, and a sense of indescribable absurdity.

"She’s... her body,"

Fang Qingyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as if he was trying hard to find the right words to describe the incredible scene, "is growing in a... very rapid manner! Literally... growing up! The speed is extremely fast! So... it’s inconvenient to go in now!"

Rapid growth? Literally growing up?

Everyone exchanged glances, feeling that their common sense had been sharply challenged.

It’s not uncommon for belief in gods to bring an increase in power, but for a seven or eight-year-old child to "grow up" instantly?

This is as unheard of as Fang Qingyu possessing dual abilities.

Unprecedented.

Shikong opened his mouth, finally muttered, "Divine cultists... as expected... bizarre..."

This might be the only reason that can forcibly make sense of it for now.

The forms of power obtained by having faith in different gods are vastly dissimilar, resulting in such unfathomable phenomena.

It seems... barely justifiable?

At least it’s easier to accept than admitting a collapse of one’s worldview.

Liu Hanyan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down: "So, she’s currently not in any danger? Just... growing up?"

"As of now, her vital signs are stable, though the surge of this power was somewhat sudden."

Fang Qingyu nodded affirmatively, slightly soothing the group’s tense nerves.

Just then, the glaring crimson light in the ward receded swiftly like a tide, and the violent energy wave also seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible hand, calming down instantly, leaving only a warm afterglow floating in the air.

"Alright!"

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside from the doorway, "You can go in now. But... Banmeng, you go in and change her clothes first."

Wei Banmeng was the first to rush in.

After she changed Jiang Wei into a new set of clothes.

Only then did the others follow in.

When their gazes fell on the hospital bed, time seemed to freeze once more.

On the bed where once lay the little girl Jiang Wei.

Now lay a girl who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old....

The face had completely shed the childish roundness, the lines becoming clear and exquisite.

A small, charming nose, lips like petals of a newly bloomed flower, with a natural rose hue.

A head of jet-black long hair spread across the pillow, gleaming.

This face...

Unbelievably beautiful, carrying a purity untainted by the world, yet vaguely exuding an indescribable, nearly divine detachment.

"Hiss..."

Someone drew a sharp breath.

A deadly silence spread through the ward.

Every gaze was locked onto that serene face in slumber.

Faces plastered with utter shock and a dawning realization... a chill!

Shikong stared hard at that face, after a pause, muttered with a voice almost like a dry whisper:

"So like... so very like..."

Liu Hanyan subconsciously nodded, her eyes filled with intense astonishment.

It’s not just like?!

This brow and eye contour, this aura and disposition...

It is as if it’s imprinted from that red-dressed, red-haired god’s face, unmatched in elegance.

Except, it lacked some of the god’s laziness and the detached overlooking of all beings, gained some of the girl’s purity and childhood innocence.

Before, Jiang Wei was just a seven or eight-year-old child, some resemblance could be seen in her features, but much was obscured by the naivety of childhood.

Now, this body had rapidly matured, the stunning resemblance unveiled as if the veil had been lifted, blatantly displayed before everyone.

The solemn expressions on the people’s faces reflected their frantic attempt to digest and ponder over this shocking fact.

Why does Jiang Wei bear such a striking resemblance to the god known as the "Drought Fiend"?!

Is this merely a coincidence?

Or is there... a deeper connection beyond their comprehension?

The air in the ward seemed to solidify, leaving only the heavy breathing of everyone.

Hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway, as the medical team of the Border Guard Army finally arrived.

Several doctors and nurses in white coats squeezed in quickly, and upon seeing Jiang Wei on the bed, transformed like "a living person," they too were struck speechless with shock, but their professional integrity had them immediately begin various checks.

"Vital signs stable..."

"Internal wave fluctuations have calmed..."

"Brain wave activity normal, in a state of deep sleep..."

"All body indices... unbelievable, perfectly matching a healthy, developing sixteen-year-old girl... no signs of any unusual depletion or damage..."

The doctors conducted their tests while speaking in low tones.

The shock on their faces was impossible to conceal.

Even though they were doctors specifically responsible for the medical care of transcendents.