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Chapter 675 - 289: This Generation’s Luo God Raised a Fool!? (Part 4)

The bone-chilling cold wind enveloped them once again.

As if the strange, brief transaction just now had been nothing but an illusion.

Only the three large metal boxes lying quietly on the ice cliff, their lids open, emanating a tempting treasure glow, coldly and realistically reminded them of everything that had just happened.

On the cliff, for a moment, only the howling of wind and snow was left.

Chu Kuanglan shook his still slightly dazed head vigorously, tore off his mask, took deep breaths of the icy air, his face full of incredulous absurdity:

"He... he just left like that?!"

Lu Jiuyuan steadied himself against a nearby ice rock, took a few deep breaths to calm his surging Qi Blood, nodded at the words, with a similarly peculiar assurance in his voice: "Yes. He left."

Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, seeing deep shock in each other’s eyes, alongside a hint of... irony.

Because they knew Fang Qingyu too well.

When Fang Qingyu agreed to something with a smile.

It was impossible for him to genuinely agree; he just went along with the flow, but he would definitely not fulfill it...

Yet the other party... this mysterious and powerful Tier Four Apostle, actually believed it?!

He left just a nonchalant, toothless warning, then with a wave of his sleeve, walked away gracefully, satisfied with the transaction done?

This way of doing things... it’s just like a naive, overly protected rich kid.

"Tier Four... fool?"

Jiang Wei’s clear red eyes rarely flashed with a trace of confusion.

She quietly repeated Chu Kuanglan’s words.

Fang Qingyu’s smile had long been collected, returning to his usual calmness.

He walked to the three large boxes, bent down, and efficiently closed the heavy box lids one by one.

The click of metal clasps was unusually clear amid the wind and snow.

"Let’s go back first."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was steady and emotionless, impossible to detect joy or anger, "We’ll talk about it when we get back."

He first bent down, easily picked up a metal box filled with Qi Blood Crystals, and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

Chu Kuanglan and the others snapped out of their daze as if waking from a dream, hurried forward, each picking up one of the remaining boxes.

Their touch was incredibly heavy, filled with substantial, envy-inducing resources.

They exchanged glances, their expressions fascinating.

Originally thought to be a deadly crisis, possibly even falling here...

Instead, they encountered a Tier Four "benevolent fool" with strong powers but seemingly missing a screw.

Not only did they not fight, but they were also given three boxes of top-tier resources for free?

This twist was too absurd.

"Heh, though he’s a fool... but adorably so!"

Chu Kuanglan weighed the box full of Life Pearls in his arms and grinned, the previous tension and anger tossed to the wind.

Fang Qingyu, carrying the box, stepped into the wind and snow.

"Let’s go."

The four team members, each carrying a large metal box, soon disappeared into the vast snow.

But their pace, no matter how you looked, seemed light and brisk.

Above their heads.

A figure was following their pace closely.

At the same time, recalling that recent scene with a strange look, whispering softly...

"This generation of Luo Gods raised a fool!?"

...

Meanwhile.

Arctic Front, one of the dozens of massive cities dotting like stars behind the Steel Great Wall.

Bibo City, City Lord’s Mansion.

This place is of the Luoshui Profound Chapter lineage.

The core town of the descendants of the Luo God Mifei at the Arctic Front.

In the depths of the mansion, a quiet chamber shrouded in a soft water-blue glow, isolating all prying eyes.

In the center of the quiet chamber, there was a Cold Jade Pool shrouded in hazy mist, exuding cold Spiritual Energy.

The pool water presented a deep azure, like a concentrated ocean.

A figure floated quietly a few feet above the pool water.

Enveloped in a faintly flowing water-blue radiance, the specific features were indistinguishable, only a vague outline discernible.

The space slightly rippled.

A figure in a black robe wearing a Pure White Mask quietly appeared, landing by the Cold Jade Pool.

He bowed respectfully to the hazy figure in the pool, the proud air belonging to a Tier Four Apostle already entirely restrained, with a hint of lightness from task completion and a pleased, credit-coveting smile in his voice:

"Ancestor, the matter is settled. Fang Qingyu and his team... agreed. They will no longer pursue the population issue."

The light over the pool seemed to waver slightly.

An ethereal female voice, as if echoing from the depths of the water waves, sounded gently, carrying a hint of barely noticeable surprise: "Oh? They agreed? How was the process?"

The masked figure maintained his bow, recounting the process in a steady tone.

How he intercepted accurately, how the Domain imposed pressure on the ice cliff, how four boxes of resources were flaunted to awe, how Fang Qingyu was first astonished, then decisively stopped his companions from getting angry, finally revealing a relieved smile, agreeing cheerfully...

Highlighting especially Fang Qingyu’s smile when the transaction concluded.

"... At the end, as you instructed, I gave a stern warning."

"Observing their expressions, Fang Qingyu and his teammates were all intimidated, showing fear. Sixth believes, this matter should have no further complications."

The masked figure finished speaking, slightly straightening up, seemingly a smirk forming under the mask, awaiting the expected praise.

The quiet chamber fell into a strange silence.

Only the azure water in the Cold Jade Pool flowed silently, emitting a cold radiance.

After a long while.

The ethereal female voice sounded again, with a tone carrying an extremely complex, indescribable meaning, as if mingling resignation and a hint of... wry indulgence?

"Wujiu..."

She gently called the name of the masked figure.

"Over these years... I... indeed have been too harsh on you."

The masked figure, Ji Wujiu, was slightly stunned, then a surge of warmth and gratitude welled up in his heart, quickly responding: "Ancestor gave too much credit! Without your meticulous nurturing and strict guidance, how could Wujiu achieve today’s accomplishments? Stepping into Tier Four, among the apostles, this grace and virtue, Wujiu will never forget! My heart holds only gratitude!"

The light over the Cold Jade Pool was silent again.

Longer than before.

The ethereal voice finally echoed, with a sigh that carried a blend of indescribability, as if reconciling with fate, mingled with a hint of barely discernible amusement:

"Good... good... you did... well."

"Go rest for now."

"I... am a bit weary."

"Yes! Wujiu takes leave, will not disturb Ancestor’s meditation."

Ji Wujiu’s heart eased, once more bowing respectfully, retreating, disappearing into the quiet chamber like merging with the water waves.

The quiet chamber returned to absolute silence.

On the Cold Jade Pool, the figure cloaked in blurred water-blue light seemed to sway slightly.

An extremely soft whisper, like talking to oneself, dispersed into the hazy mist with an inevitable chuckle:

"Transfer Fang Qingyu and them to the City of Injustice."

"On the way, give them a small punishment."

"Consider it the consequence for getting paid without delivering results, and toying with little Sixth..."

As the words ended...

A faint "Yes" echoed from the watery screen beside her.