Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 409 - 222: Divine Judgment Celestial Attraction, Shangjing Fireworks!

Chapter 409: Chapter 222: Divine Judgment Celestial Attraction, Shangjing Fireworks!

Charred scorch marks, gray-white bone powder, dark green slime, and large patches of dried, blackened blood.

Hair was messy and stuck to the forehead.

The face was streaked with black and white, looking like a refugee who had just crawled out of a mud pit after three days and nights.

However, in sharp contrast to their tragic appearance, their eyes burned with a flame-like sharp light, and their bodies exuded a magnificent aura that, although weary, resonated with the surrounding environment!

Martial Arts Grandmasters!

The aura emanating from the two was as solid as a mountain, yet carried a distinct sharpness of their own, clearly indicating that they had successfully crossed that threshold!

"Hahaha! Satisfying! Damn satisfying!"

Chu Kuanglan’s voice was still loud, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and the boldness after a breakthrough, as he vigorously patted Lu Jiuyuan on the shoulder, causing him to stumble.

"Old Lu! We’ve made it too! Let’s see who dares to underestimate us now!"

Lu Jiuyuan was grimacing from the pat, slapped away his big hand irritably, but the excitement and sharpness between his brows were also unmistakable.

He wiped the long knife in his hand, which seemed to have undergone the same refinement, its cold light even brighter, nodded steady yet with Power in his voice: "Hmm, made it. The wind blades of that ’Ten Thousand Fathoms Rift Valley’ nearly turned me into a skeleton... But it was worth it!"

Wei Banmeng and Fang Qingyu, who had been waiting there, went forward.

"Congratulations Brother Chu, Brother Lu!"

Wei Banmeng’s usually cold face showed a hint of a smile.

Fang Qingyu looked at the two senior brothers in front of him, who were in a sorry state yet high-spirited, a touch of emotion and sincere congratulations flashing through his molten gold-like eyes: "Congratulations to you both on becoming Martial Arts Grandmasters, the world now lies open before you!"

Chu Kuanglan laughed heartily: "Congratulations to us all! God Fang, we’re all Grandmasters now! Just thinking about the upcoming quota competition gets the blood boiling!"

Lu Jiuyuan also looked at Fang Qingyu, his eyes filled with strong fighting spirit: "God Fang, this time, I definitely want to properly experience your blade!"

Fang Qingyu nodded and agreed with a smile.

Looking at these three new Grandmasters in front of him, and thinking about the similarly radiant names in the Hidden Dragon Plan.

Jing Wuya, Liu Hanyan, Shikong...

Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but have a strange feeling in his heart.

Once upon a time, at the Qingjian City hall, Martial Arts Grandmasters were still legendary figures.

They were lofty figures who could sit and rule over a region, peaks that countless Martial Artists spent their lives striving to reach.

However, in this Dragon Abyss Pavilion’s Pocket World Blessed Land, in this Hidden Dragon Plan that gathers the top geniuses from the Federation and the entire human world, the Grandmaster Realm seems to have become a basic ticket to compete on a higher stage.

Face after youthful face, completing this amazing leap in just a few months.

Resources, Talent, heritage, pressure...

All of these are like a giant furnace, honing raw jade into a sharp edge.

Here, it is a fertile ground for geniuses, a cradle for the strong.

"Yes, all have made it..."

Fang Qingyu murmured softly, his eyes flickering.

...

In the following two days.

Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan all went into a deep state of retreat.

They needed to race against time to solidify their realm, familiarize themselves with the Grandmaster Domain, and adjust their states for the last sprint towards the upcoming brutal competition.

Within the training ground, various strong waves of Qi Force and True Intent burst in succession.

And Fang Qingyu, after confirming his injuries are fully healed and his newly acquired Power is initially mastered.

Made a decision that even made Jiang Wei slightly surprised.

"Hey, Xiaojiang."

Fang Qingyu, dressed in a simple casual outfit, asked Jiang Wei, who was curled up on the sofa watching a tablet, "We’ve been in Shangjing for a few months now, either training or battling in the ’Abyss’, haven’t had a proper look at this millennium-old capital. Want to relax for these two days?"

Jiang Wei lifted her little head, a hint of surprise flashed in her clear big eyes, then turned calm again, seemingly finding the suggestion not bad.

Then she nodded.

"Hmm."

The next morning, sunlight covered the ancient capital with a layer of golden glow.

Fang Qingyu, dressed in a simple dark casual outfit, holding hands with Jiang Wei, who was also wearing a brand new goose-yellow little dress, her little face expressionless but eyes showing a bit of curiosity, walked out of the building hosting the Pocket World Blessed Land.

They truly stepped into the bustling streets of Shangjing City.

Shangjing City, as the great capital of the Great Xia Federation, its heritage and prosperity were far beyond comparison to Qingjian City.

It carries heavy historical significance, revitalized with the vigorous vitality of a modern city, and as the Federation’s core, it gathers countless Extraordinary Powers and resources, exuding greatness everywhere.

With no particular aim, the two of them strolled like the most ordinary tourists, following the crowd.

Visited Zichen Pavilion.

This is a massive palatial architectural complex left over from the previous dynasty, still majestic and magnificent after hundreds of years of wind and rain.

Standing with the Celestial Sphere and sundial, symbols of "Mandate from Heaven".

Fang Qingyu, with Jiang Wei, walked in the open square, feeling the weight of history.

Jiang Wei looked up, at those giant bronze cranes and coiling dragon columns, her clear big eyes calm, as if looking at a bunch of particularly unique stones.

Yet, she showed interest in an old artist making dough figurines in the square corner, watching for quite some time.

Also visited Langhuan Book Sea.

Located in a quiet garden in the city’s west, it is said to be one of the largest royal book depositories of the previous dynasty, now converted into a large library and ancient museum.

The two had a good look inside.

But didn’t find anything particularly special in terms of books or ancient artifacts.

And also Shangjing City’s oldest and most prosperous commercial street, Vermilion Bird Street.

It seems to be Jiang Wei’s favorite place among these few days of strolling.

Because it had the most snacks.

As for modern landmark buildings in Shangjing City, like Yunxiao Pavilion and such.

Jiang Wei wasn’t interested.

Originally Fang Qingyu thought she might be slightly amazed by such tall modern buildings.

Unexpectedly, she said...

With buildings this tall, they’d be the hardest to escape from when the Destiny Ghost Army comes.

Over the days.

From symbols of imperial power to the daily life of citizens, from the scent of ancient books to modern prosperity, from climbing high vantage points to boating on lakes.

Fang Qingyu, with Jiang Wei, in an almost "zealous" manner, felt the pulse and breath of this ancient capital.

The tight nerves gradually relaxed while walking, the Power flooding within seemed to settle down amidst the heft of history and the vitality of modern life.

Though Jiang Wei remained quiet and plain most of the time.

Fang Qingyu could feel that the scenery reflected in her clear eyes showed a bit more vitality than the times she held onto the tablet.

The night fell, the lights came on.

The two ate at a private home-style restaurant by Shichahai, which hung red lanterns and served authentic Capital cuisine.

Jiang Wei showed a particular liking for the crispy roast duck skin, eating until her little mouth was shiny with oil.

When they returned to Bamboo Creek Courtyard, the sky was already full of stars.

Fang Qingyu put a small, endearing clay tiger he bought for Jiang Wei on her windowsill and returned to his own room.

He did not train again.

Instead, he sat cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and let his mind completely calm down.

Because tomorrow.

Is the day of the Hidden Dragon Plan special squad quota competition!