Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 321 - 195: The Martial Technique Is Fine, It’s You Who’s the Problem!

Chapter 321: Chapter 195: The Martial Technique Is Fine, It’s You Who’s the Problem!

A deeper, more pure "Dark" and "Cold" Origin Power, like a slumbering fierce beast awakening, emanated from the blade.

It made the surrounding darkness seem thicker and more obedient.

"It worked!"

On Wei Banmeng’s clear face, a smile finally broke through uncontrollably.

Extending her fair hand, the newly transformed Profound Qilin Double Blades, as if summoned, let out a soft ring and flew back into her hand.

An ice-blue Chi Dragon phantom entwined her wrist, affectionately nuzzling, then melded into the blade.

The moment she gripped the double blades, Wei Banmeng’s aura seemed to merge with this dark space, becoming even more ethereal.

She relished the new power and connection from the blades, lifting her gaze toward Fang Qingyu, Jiang Wei, and the vigilant Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan, her voice carrying a trace of relief and unprecedented lightness:

"Let’s go. It’s time to leave."

The five no longer delayed.

With Wei Banmeng and the somewhat recovered Chu Kuanglan leading, Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei in the middle, and Lu Jiuyuan guarding the rear, they quickly retraced their path out from the depths of the Eternal Silence Abyss.

...

Starfire Castle, top floor luxury suite.

Donald was still sunk into the soft sofa, his fat fingers holding a cigar, his gaze lazily sweeping through the giant one-way glass window at the chaotic "landscape" of the base’s ground floor.

Old Fu appeared noiselessly behind him like a shadow, slightly bowing.

"Sir, about the Eternal Silence Abyss... there’s been a result."

"Oh?" Donald responded lazily, not even lifting his eyelids, "Who got hold of the Dark Source Material? Profound Yin Association? Or those mad dogs, the Rustfire?"

A rare look of hesitation and disbelief appeared on Old Fu’s face, his voice low: "Neither... sir. The Dark Source Material... was taken away."

"Stolen?" Donald showed a bit of interest, his bulky body shifting slightly, turning his face, "Interesting. Who has the guts to snatch food from the mouths of Mo Chen and those Butcher guys? That Duan family kid? Or that iron turtle Shi Zhenyue?"

Old Fu took a deep breath, seemingly organizing his words: "Currently... all the feedback points to... Fang Qingyu."

"Who?!" Donald’s hand holding the cigar halted suddenly, turning his head sharply.

"Fang Qingyu?"

"Yes... yes, sir." Old Fu’s voice carried a faint hint of dryness, "From what we gathered from the people we’ve placed nearby, and pieced together from members of a few various factions afterward... the situation at the time... was very... bizarre."

"Speak!" Donald’s tone was unprecedentedly serious and urgent, his body slightly leaning forward.

"According to eyewitnesses, Fang Qingyu suddenly erupted, his speed incredibly fast, appearing beside the Source Material in an instant. Then... he used just one strike." Old Fu paused, "Just one strike... The Butcher at the forefront was utterly annihilated, not even leaving a trace... The aftermath left a ravine on the ground several dozen meters long, bottomless... The entire central area of the cavern was cleared instantly..."

Old Fu’s voice grew quieter: "...Then, Mr. Mo led the retreat; everyone... was terrified by that one strike, almost crawling in their haste to escape... No one dared to linger, much less fight for it..."

On Donald’s fat face, all laziness and calculation disappeared.

Only extreme shock and a hint of... indescribable fervor remained!

He suddenly stood up, the cigar fell onto the thick carpet, scattering sparks unnoticed.

His bulky figure paced back and forth in the room, muttering to himself, "So when he killed that severely injured Divine Chosen before, it wasn’t by trickery... but because he truly had the strength to face off head-on against a Divine Chosen."

After he finished speaking, Donald abruptly halted, looking at Old Fu, eyes gleaming with sharpness: "Old Fu! Immediately! Use all our resources to investigate! I want to know every detail of Fang Qingyu before he entered the ’Abyss,’ especially the Martial Technique he’s learning! And... at any cost, show him the greatest goodwill from Deep Blue Heavy Industries! Resources? Whatever he wants! Permissions? As long as he asks! Tell him, Deep Blue Heavy Industries is willing to be his strongest ally, just for a share of good relations!"

Donald’s tone was decisive, filled with indisputable determination: "We must leave an imprint that belongs to Deep Blue before that Hidden Dragon takes off!"

...

Abyss, secondary exit coordinates.

This was an open area at the base of a colossal black rock wall.

On the rock wall, a distorted and shifting space vortex emanating a ghostly blue halo slowly rotated, like a gateway to another world.

Around the vortex, raging storms were warded off by an invisible force, forming a relatively calm zone.

Fang Qingyu’s group of five braved the chill carried from the depths of the Eternal Silence Abyss to rush there, dust-laden.

Before them, several other teams were either waiting or moving in and out.

"This is it."

Wei Banmeng glanced at the coordinates on the communicator, confirming it.

Without hesitation, the five approached the ghostly blue vortex in succession.

At the moment their bodies touched the aura, familiar sensations of weightlessness and spatial tugging returned.

The next moment!

The bizarre and kaleidoscopic scenery shattered and reassembled.

The weightlessness disappeared, replaced by the solid and stable sensation of the floor beneath their feet.

Long-awaited bright light flooded their eyes, making the group, accustomed to the extreme darkness or chaos within the "Abyss," instinctively squint.

The air was no longer filled with the damp stench or chilling aura, but was dry, carrying the freshness filtered by the central air conditioning system.