Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 388 - 216: The Old Man’s Terror and My Advice to Bring an Extra Set of Clothes

Chapter 388: Chapter 216: The Old Man’s Terror and My Advice to Bring an Extra Set of Clothes

Fang Qingyu tidied up briefly and changed into a clean set of everyday clothes.

"I’m going out for a bit."

Fang Qingyu said to Jiang Wei, who was sitting by the window with a tablet in her arms.

Jiang Wei lifted her little head, her clear big eyes glanced at him, seemingly guessing where he was going, and only let out a subtle "mm" before lowering her head again.

Fang Qingyu walked out from the Pocket World Blessed Land and hailed a taxi.

"Driver, to Chang’an Ancient Street."

The car started, merging into the city’s traffic.

Fang Qingyu leaned against the seat, watching the modern cityscape speed past outside the window, yet his heart was exceptionally calm.

Breaking through to Martial Arts Grandmaster, a leap in the level of life, brought not only power but also a brand new perspective on viewing the world.

Soon, the familiar entrance to the ancient street appeared before him.

Fang Qingyu paid the fare and got out of the car, stepping into this place so different from the bustling city, a realm of tranquility.

Blue stone slab paths, ancient and quaint buildings, the air filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and ink.

This time, he did not see the familiar fishing figure at the street entrance.

Fang Qingyu continued walking, heading straight for the familiar alley.

At the end of the alley, the ancient, heavy wooden door with the plaque "Longyuan Martial Arts Hall" silently stood.

Without the noise of Martial Arts Apprentice selection, the door was open, and inside was exceptionally quiet.

Fang Qingyu stepped inside.

The vast martial training ground, paved with blue stone, was as smooth as a mirror.

On the huge screen wall, the massive "Martial" character, with its vigorous iron strokes and silver hooks, still exuded a deep sense of weight.

And beneath the screen wall, by the familiar redwood tea table.

Old Hong Qitian was there alone, leisurely brewing tea.

The curling aroma of tea filled the vast space.

Upon hearing footsteps, the old man did not look up, still focused on fiddling with the purple clay teapot in his hand, as if he already knew who was coming.

Fang Qingyu approached the tea table, sat down directly on the stone stool opposite the old man without any polite greetings.

Only then did Hong Qitian slowly raise his head.

His eyes, deep as ancient wells, fell calmly on Fang Qingyu.

At the instant his gaze met Fang Qingyu’s, a very tiny flicker of... surprise? passed within the depths of the old man’s eyes, like ancient wells without ripples.

Yes, surprise.

Though extremely brief and almost imperceptible, Fang Qingyu caught it clearly.

The old man didn’t seem to expect that Fang Qingyu could, in such a short time, not only successfully break through to Martial Arts Grandmaster but... his foundation’s robustness and aura’s massive power far surpassed expectations!

However, the turbulent waves in Fang Qingyu’s heart were far more surging than that trace of surprise from the old man!

What is going on!??

Fang Qingyu’s pupils constricted slightly.

He instinctively looked "again" at Hong Qitian.

[???]!

Still the same three cold question marks!

Last time, when he was still a Mystic Martial Artist, looking at Old Hong was a question mark.

He thought his realm was too low.

Now, he had stepped into the Grandmaster Domain of Martial Arts, a Three-star Dragon Fist Master, life level having completely leaped, perception far beyond before.

Yet... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The result was the same!

Still those same mocking-like question marks!

What does this mean?

It means that this seemingly ordinary old man in front of him, his realm’s profundity, strength’s terror, far surpassed the range he could currently comprehend!

Tier Three? Tier Four? Or even higher?

Fang Qingyu couldn’t imagine!

This discovery, like a bucket of ice water poured over his heart, made the powerful confidence brought by his recent breakthrough hit hard.

The Pavilion Master Yan Shouzheng of Dragon Abyss Pavilion is a Peak of Third Tier Martial Saint.

Yet the Pavilion Master of this Dragon Abyss Martial Arts Hall, the origin of Dragon Abyss Pavilion... Hong Qitian!

Just what unfathomable level has his realm reached?

This question wrapped around Fang Qingyu’s heart like a poisonous snake, but his face showed nothing.

This question couldn’t be asked out loud.

After all, the title can only be seen by oneself.

Fang Qingyu simply sat silently, his gaze calmly meeting Hong Qitian’s eyes.

Hong Qitian seemed to sense Fang Qingyu’s momentary mood fluctuation, but he didn’t point it out.

A subtle silence fell between them.

Only the teapot bubbling with steam on the red clay stove, the tea’s aroma lingering.

Finally, it was Hong Qitian who broke the silence.

He leisurely lifted the purple clay teapot and poured into the empty cup before Fang Qingyu; a glistening amber tea filled seven-tenths full.

The tea was clear, the aroma overwhelming.

The old man set down the teapot, rolled his eyes good-naturedly, his tone carrying a hint of teasing and helplessness:

"You brat, what are you here for again?"

"How long has it been? You don’t really think Divine Armament is a dime-a-dozen roadside cabbage, do you, that I can just casually pull out one for you?"

Hearing this, Fang Qingyu was slightly stunned.

He quickly came back to his senses, realizing the old man had misunderstood.

He shook his head, picked up the teacup before him, but didn’t drink, looking at Hong Qitian with honest eyes:

"No."

"This time, I didn’t come for a Divine Armament."

Hong Qitian raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised: "Oh? Then what for?"

Fang Qingyu set down the teacup, leaned forward slightly, his tone became serious:

"I’ve been thinking carefully about the task you gave me last time."

"Hunt ’Erosion’."

After a pause, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"With my current identity, the target is too big. The name ’Fang Qingyu,’ within ’Abyss,’ especially in the eyes of those major powers, is probably already marked. That guy is so cautious and cunning, once he learns of my movements, knowing I’m now a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he might choose to continue lurking, even avoiding me."

"So," Fang Qingyu looked into Hong Qitian’s eyes, saying word by word: "If I want to hunt him, I can’t reveal my own identity. I need a new identity, one that can make him lower his guard, or even approach on his own. This requires your help."