Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1624 - 728: Reunion with the Beauty (2)

Wood Realm Peak, huh. No wonder he could deal with that demon so easily.

"There won’t be a next time."

Hei Wu Jue spoke.

His tone was so cold it felt bone‑piercing, as if even the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

Daoist Gu Zhi of course kept a smile plastered on his face, nodding repeatedly.

The noble Believer, right now, was just an ordinary person.

This display clearly left quite a few people around feeling disappointed, like the mystique had been stripped away, and their expectations for Daoist Gu Zhi weren’t so high anymore.

Fang Yu’s gaze followed Hei Wu Jue back to the Xiao Family’s main group, and faintly, from the killing intent around this man, he felt a vague sense of familiarity.

Fang Yu carefully savored it, then suddenly realized.

That faint familiarity was clearly the feeling of Evil Qi!

Although Hei Wu Jue hadn’t condensed Evil Qi yet, the killing intent around him was already beginning to show a rudimentary trace of it.

Unlike Players.

Martial Artists of the Seeking Demon World, if they want to condense Evil Qi, have to slaughter a considerable number of people to do it.

This thing, for the weak, for Players, might be a restriction, a curse, making them easy targets for demons.

But placed on a powerful figure, it might become a badge of status, or perhaps an essential condition for certain methods?

As his strength grew, Fang Yu had been constantly searching for methods related to using Evil Qi to do something.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t gained much.

Instead, Talismans of Malevolence Dispelling—ancient families across the land all kept some, to make it easier to enter and leave Lands of Gathering Evil and explore those deadly zones.

And aside from serving as a ticket to get in and out of Lands of Gathering Evil, these Talismans of Malevolence Dispelling were basically thrown into warehouse corners to gather dust.

Slaughter one man and you are a hero, slaughter a million and it becomes Evil.

A "million" is a virtual number, but you really do need a substantial amount of killing to achieve it.

With Hei Wu Jue’s current situation, it was equivalent to having cultivated a tiny Fragment of Evil Qi.

Once he accumulates enough Fragments, that’ll be when he gains his first wisp of Evil Qi.

To be honest, something that natives can only condense through such hardship can be easily obtained by Players. If this mechanic could be leveraged somehow to raise the overall power tier of Players, they might be able to help Blue Star fend off most of the danger when the apocalypse descends in the future.

Fang Yu’s thoughts went a bit deep, and for a moment he was lost in them, completely failing to notice that Daoist Gu Zhi had already gone around apologizing to each family and was now arriving before his carriage.

"Sir."

Quan Yingnan’s voice pulled Fang Yu’s mind back.

Glancing around, he saw several guards already at his side, all wearing serious expressions.

Strictly speaking, they hadn’t arrived in time during the earlier danger, which was already a bit of a dereliction of duty.

Even the slightly sloppy Mao Xiahuan now looked very serious, though judging from her slight trembling and the barely suppressed excitement on her micro‑expressions, she still wasn’t quite professional enough.

"Everyone, that careless move of this old Taoist just now, nearly implicated all of you. It truly was this old Taoist’s fault. Please accept this small token of apology."

[Daoist Gu Zhi:1000/1000.]

Fang Yu looked up at him. Without breaking the Spirit Shield, a Believer’s Blood Volume seldom fluctuated.

The others said nothing; everything was centered around Fang Yu.

Daoist Gu Zhi naturally noticed this, but frankly, the Xiao Family contingent he was going to apologize to next was the real focus of this whole apologizing trip.

As for Fang Yu and the others, they were just incidental.

But even for something incidental, Daoist Gu Zhi was still quite courteous.

As the saying goes, you don’t hit a man who’s smiling.

Fang Yu thought for just a moment, then reached out to accept the gift.

He weighed it lightly; the package was very light, seemed like tea or something.

Fang Yu wasn’t very interested, but it might be pretty valuable; he could toss it to Ding Hui later to sell for some money.

Fang Yu was still mulling it over when the old Taoist suddenly spoke again.

"I see this brother’s bearing is imposing; even when facing a demon you remained calm under pressure. You must have great skill. Though this old Taoist serves as a Taoist of the San Yang Daoist School, I’m also in fact under the Yang Family of Sanyang City as a Guest Elder. If you ever come to Sanyang City, you may seek me at the Yang Family for a chat. I will certainly treat you well and not let this fortuitous encounter go to waste."

Properly phrased, well rounded in courtesy, Fang Yu could only clasp his hands again.

"Sure."

That was pure social‑anxiety boilerplate, just two simple words to slide past it.

With things at this point, both sides had finished being polite. Daoist Gu Zhi was already about to leave on the spot.

He even had one foot already stepped away, but right then...

"Lord Gu Zhi!"

A high‑decibel shout stopped Daoist Gu Zhi in his tracks.

Even Fang Yu turned his head, and the other guards didn’t need mention; some couldn’t help but frown and cover their ears, assaulted by the volume.

The one who’d spoken turned out to be Mao Xiahuan.

She rushed forward, blocking Daoist Gu Zhi’s path, and spoke up.

"Lord Gu Zhi, I’ve always long admired your great name. I wonder if you’ve had any intention of taking disciples lately—what do you think of me? I’ve always liked the Dao, Taoist books! Right! The books at the Daoist Temple—I read them every day! Since I was little, I’ve always wanted to shave my head and become a nun!"

Shave your head and become a nun...

You...

Fang Yu’s expression was straight out of "old man on the subway staring at phone.jpg".

You can’t even tell Monks, nuns, and Taoists apart, and you’re asking to be taken as a disciple?

Daoist Gu Zhi was clearly also put on the spot.

He looked at Fang Yu, then at Mao Xiahuan, and once he was sure this wasn’t Fang Yu’s idea, he let out a dry laugh.

"Miss, this old Taoist’s skills are shallow; for now I’ve no thought of taking disciples. But if you truly have the heart, you can come to the San Yang Daoist School another day to listen to the Dao. Perhaps you may gain some insight."

All right, all right, he’s basically one step away from saying you have no affinity with the Dao.

Mao Xiahuan’s face fell on the spot, while Daoist Gu Zhi hurriedly took his people and left.

Several small fry with the surname Yang followed beside him—probably the Yang Family people he’d mentioned earlier.

Fang Yu shook his head, not thinking too much of it. He was just about to head back into the carriage when he suddenly froze mid‑step!

His pupils unnaturally dilated.

His breathing grew slightly rapid.

Because, as Daoist Gu Zhi went to call on the Xiao Family carriage next door, someone walked out from inside the Xiao Family carriage.

A...familiar person.

Fang Yu wondered if he’d misseen, but the Blood Volume above that head, the displayed name, was clearly...

[Qian Guxing:1000/1000.]

Aside from the Blood Volume not matching, everything else matched!

Qian—Qian Guxing???

Memories of that prison cell in Tianyuan Town rushed back like a tide.

By the time Fang Yu recovered, his body was already standing between Daoist Gu Zhi and Qian Guxing, right in front of Qian Guxing!

"Qian—Qian Guxing?"

As he lifted his head, Qian Guxing was slowly raising hers.

Her vacant eyes seemed to have no focus at all, staring lifelessly at the person before her.

That numb expression made it look like she was in some muddled, trance‑like state.

And as Fang Yu’s face slowly entered her gaze, it was like his image had stimulated her memory nerves; her pupils visibly dilated, the skin on her entire face twitching slightly in excitement, as though something was about to burst out!

Look how excited she is.

Fang Yu laughed and pointed at himself.

"It’s me, Diao Deyi!"

Qian Guxing’s mouth was still open—she wanted to say something, she was going to say something, she opened her mouth!

She said...

"Spirit Slave number: 13546, codename Qian Guxing, greets, my lord."

Qian Guxing’s twitching facial skin stopped changing.

Her slightly widened pupils returned to normal.

And Fang Yu’s smile also froze on his face in sync.

Spirit...Slave?

What...is that?

Fang Yu slowly turned his head, looking at Daoist Gu Zhi beside him.

Daoist Gu Zhi hurriedly waved his hands repeatedly.

"Not me! I’m not qualified to possess Spirit Slaves. This one, I presume, should be that lord’s private property."

That...lord?

That...Hei, Wu, Jue?

"My master does not see anyone. All things are to be received by Spirit Slaves in his stead."

Qian Guxing spoke without emotion, both hands extending at the same time, stiff like a robot’s.

Fang Yu looked at Qian Guxing again, then at the utterly innocent‑looking Daoist Gu Zhi, his face now completely dark.

Daoist Gu Zhi clearly sensed something and quickly reached out.

"Wait!"

But it was too late!

His hand grasped only empty air!

How could that be?!

Daoist Gu Zhi’s heart jolted in shock, and he finally realized—this youth is not simple!