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Night.

Cyan Dragon Gang headquarters villa area.

The heavy door of the underground cultivation chamber silently slid open.

Fang Qingyu stepped out from inside, his footsteps fell on the dark carpeted hallway, silent and light.

In the living room, Jiang Wei almost immediately lifted her head from the sofa.

Her gaze carried a hint of barely noticeable concern, instantly locking onto Fang Qingyu’s face.

Carefully scrutinizing his every subtle expression.

Facing her gaze, Fang Qingyu’s lips naturally curled up, revealing a smile, and then, he lightly nodded.

Words were unnecessary, this gesture explained everything.

The tension in Jiang Wei’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

She stood up, picking up the coat draped over the sofa’s armrest.

After bringing back the complete subsequent Chapters of the Wuxiang Heart Sutra from Yan Lin, Fang Qingyu had buried himself in this underground cultivation chamber.

At this moment, on the map.

The entry previously marked as Wuxiang Heart Sutra · Incomplete had been renewed.

[Core Skill 1: Wuxiang Heart Sutra Level 1 (0/10000)]

Level-up requires ten thousand experience points.

Equivalent to one hundred skill points.

As one of the few core skills of the Star Shattering Constellation, the experience required for its upgrade did not surprise Fang Qingyu.

This was something known since awakening as a Shenxiao Envoy.

However, 100 skill points were not too difficult for Fang Qingyu at present.

Jiang Wei walked over to his side.

The two of them walked together towards the villa door.

The night outside was deep, the intense darkness enveloping the city.

The time for the daily offensive and defensive battles had arrived.

The engine’s low roar ripped through the silence as Fang Qingyu drove the vehicle, first taking Jiang Wei to the edge of the block she was responsible for guarding.

Watching her merge into the area cast in a variegated light by searchlights.

Only then did he turn the car around and speed towards Taikang Road.

The car eventually stopped at an old location, in front of a convenience store long since emptied and with its sign hanging by a thread.

Fang Qingyu opened the door and got out of the car.

Casually pulling over a plastic chair to sit, his gaze habitually turned to a corner of his vision.

The map silently unfolded.

The page of Star Shattering Constellation took the main position.

Still composed of skills evolved from the Dragon Fist Grandmaster System.

So, right now, Fang Qingyu’s main three directions.

First is skill points.

A vast amount of skill points is Fang Qingyu’s most urgent need at the moment.

Only with enough skill points can these Dragon Fist Grandmaster System skills be upgraded to perfection.

And then proceed to merge into the Star Shattering Constellation System.

Secondly, to enhance the comprehended Starry Sky True Intent to match the strength of Tier Three Martial Saint Realm.

Finally.

To tackle the roles of Realm Patrol and Shenxiao Envoy.

Because currently, Star Shattering Constellation is the strongest of the three main professions.

The gaze swept over the skill point balance.

[Skill Points: 84].

This was yesterday night’s harvest.

The group from the Celestial Punishment Association, mixed with many Tier Two Divine Chosen and Tier Three Apostles.

Contributed a fairly considerable amount of skill points for Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu’s gaze first focused on Nine Prisons Break Extreme and Thunder Shock Escape Shadow.

The fist, serving as the heavy hammer to shatter myriad laws for the Star Shattering Constellation.

The body technique, forming the foundation supporting this heavy hammer across the starry universe.

Their importance slightly outweighed other skills.

So Fang Qingyu did not hesitate, his mind moved slightly.

Skill points divided into two streams.

Forty points injected into Nine Prisons Break Extreme, forty points into Thunder Shock Escape Shadow.

Instantly, torrent-like fragments of comprehension forcibly surged into the mind.

Deep in his muscles and tendons, countless tiny electric currents seemed to explode simultaneously, inducing deeper vibrations and reorganization.

Countless gateways of fist techniques, countless trajectories of leveraging force amidst thunderous fury and evasion, imprinted into his combat instincts as if branded.

The text on the map momentarily blurred and then cleared, completing a transition.

[Advanced Skill 5: Nine Prisons Break Extreme Level 4 (0/8000)]

[Advanced Skill 6: Thunder Shock Escape Shadow Level 4 (0/8000)]

Hoo——

Fang Qingyu exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

The surging sense of power within him became more condensed and vigorous.

He stood up, casually stretching his neck and limbs, joints emitting a string of faint popping sounds.

His gaze turned to the distant end of the street.

His eyes carried a hint of anticipation.

Looking forward to the Celestial Punishment Association’s people coming in greater numbers.

...

Three days.

Vanished in an instant amidst the bloody tug of war and the rapid accumulation of power.

The City Lord’s Mansion, a skyscraper, stood tall in the city’s center.

The dark glass curtain walls reflected a cold luster under the afternoon’s slanted sunrays.

Fang Qingyu walked alone through the hall.

Just as he entered the revolving door, a young guard in a dark gray uniform quickly approached.

Clearly already instructed.

The guard said nothing, just slightly bowed as a greeting, then turned around to lead the way.

The elevator silently ascended, going straight to the top floor.

The same spacious room, filled with the aroma of tea.

The heavy wooden door was pushed open by the guard.

Fang Qingyu stepped in.

Da Lei was sitting behind that large tea sea, slowly pouring amber-colored tea into a cup using a simple, ancient-looking purple clay teapot.

Upon hearing the noise, he lifted his eyes.

His gaze paused on Fang Qingyu with a hint of undisguised inquiry.

Da Lei’s voice was deep and steady, revealing little emotion, "Shouldn’t you be fighting fiercely with those Celestial Punishment people? Why come here for leisure?"

He put down the teapot, the tea in the cup just seven-tenths full, not a drop spilled.

Fang Qingyu did not immediately respond.

Instead, he went directly to the opposite side of the tea sea, pulled out a chair to sit down with an ease as if returning to his own home.