CHAPTER 68: CHAPTER 68: CURSE SKELETON MASTER

"Impossible... impossible..."

The head teacher of the disciple class and a group of Divine Management Bureau executives all stood up, watching the medical staff bustle around in disbelief.

How could Gonggong’s believers lose here to a martial artist of the same level!?

What was the point of focusing on pushing Tong Ran to the top!?

Everyone seemed as if they had been fitted with a red nose.

Transforming into clowns.

"Well done..."

The Martial Arts Grandmaster lowered Fang Qingyu’s hand, looking at him with deep significance.

"Thank you."

Fang Qingyu counted down the seconds, politely nodding his thanks.

Then he found a spot that hadn’t been damaged to sit down.

The ten seconds ended.

The weakness after the Blood Burst surged in, on top of the injuries sustained just now in the pit.

His throat felt like it was blocked by a stone, making it impossible to speak.

"Medical personnel."

At this moment, Ji Yang had already dashed over and hurriedly called to the people nearby.

"Qingzi... are you okay!?"

Wu Yan and Qin Qi also jogged over, swallowing the word impressive they were about to say.

"I’m fine, it’s not a big problem."

Fang Qingyu smiled slightly.

The wounds just sustained were just some superficial injuries, which can be dealt with easily.

The person in the white coat didn’t say much.

Handing over a red potion bottle and bandages, they cleaned and wrapped simultaneously.

"Qingzi won, Qingzi won!!"

In the audience, aside from the majority who were shocked, there was a small portion of people cheering for Fang Qingyu.

Zheng Lin couldn’t help but jump up.

Qin Hui also gritted his teeth, continuously waving his arms.

"Are you happy? Once he joins the team, he’ll be your superior."

Lin Kang, for once, showed a faint smile, and seeing the two’s expressions, he suddenly said.

"If he’s the superior, then so be it."

Zheng Lin crossed her arms.

"If my little brother becomes my superior, at least he won’t hold grudges against me."

Listening to this, Lin Kang shook his head with an amused smile and led the way out of the arena.

But after taking a couple of steps, he suddenly realized.

He turned around, looking exasperated.

"Who do you say holds grudges against you?"

...

Inside the infirmary.

"Qingzi, you really are the real BT..."

Wu Yan and Qin Qi guarded nearby, seeing that Fang Qingyu’s complexion had not changed again, they finally couldn’t help but express their thoughts.

"If you can’t compliment someone, we can skip the forced praise, okay?" Fang Qingyu said helplessly.

"But seriously, why is it that after you got smashed into the pit, you acted like nothing happened, and instead, you were even fiercer than before? Is this the legendary explosion in anime?" Wu Yan was still mulling over the scene just now.

"Actually..."

"I am an Inheritor."

Upon hearing this question, Fang Qingyu disclosed the answer he had prepared long ago.

"Oh..."

Wu Yan instinctively nodded before suddenly springing up.

"What!! You’re an Inheritor!!?"

"Yes."

Fang Qingyu nodded forcefully.

The book [Martial Artist’s Path] records that the ways of martial arts heritage are varied and strange.

Among them is a method called Inheritor.

It involves inscribing a secret technique mark into the direct bloodline.

Passing it down from generation to generation.

Called Inheritors.

Such people are not uncommon in modern society.

And as for his Blood Burst or Observation Method, they would eventually be exposed.

It’s better to proactively reveal his Inheritor identity.

To avoid other troubles.

"I see... Even though your power was so much lower than Tang Lingchuan’s, how could you punch him flying?"

Wu Yan finally saw the light.

If there’s a heritage secret technique, then it all makes sense.

Knock knock——

A knock came from the door.

"You two, are you planning not to take your rankings!?"

Ji Yang looked at Wu Yan and Qin Qi with a dark face.

The two immediately stood up, gave Fang Qingyu a look of take care, and quickly ran out the door.

"Coach Ji."

Fang Qingyu rose from the bed.

"It’s fine, you stay lying down, I’m here to deliver something."

Ji Yang took out a few fingernail-sized stones from his pocket, handing them over.

"Are these Blood Crystals?"

Fang Qingyu accepted them, holding them in his hand, even feeling his Qi Blood stirring restlessly.

"Yes."

"You came in first, so you’re rewarded with five, plus one from the Starfire Medal, making six in total."

Ji Yang gazed at Fang Qingyu with increasing satisfaction.

When it came to martial training, there was no question of his self-discipline.

During the outdoor training sessions, he started by ranking in the top ten.

Being able to catch up so closely despite initially lagging behind others was not just a matter of talent.

It involved a heart determined to rise, a belief in invincibility.

"Do you want to cancel the outdoor training tonight for a proper rest?"

Thinking of this, Ji Yang asked softly.

"Uh, no need, I’m quite good, and I have no problem with tonight’s battle."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu immediately rose from the bed, hopping a little.

What a joke.

Tonight, he could activate a new profession...

Even a day’s delay would be a significant loss.

"Alright."

Ji Yang shook his head with an amused smile.

There’s someone watching over, it’s impossible for anything to go wrong.

"Then I’ll be off, Coach."

Fang Qingyu glanced at the time and started walking toward the door.

Ji Yang, seeing the direction he headed, which wasn’t the way to the dormitory, instinctively asked.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, I’m a bit pressed for work time."

After glancing at the time, Fang Qingyu hastily explained and began to jog away.

Leaving Ji Yang standing there, stunned, lost in thought.

"The benefits of the Divine Management Bureau...are still too low? Should we hand out some cash!?"

...

In the twilight, the torrential rain shattered the city’s skyline.

The lead-grey clouds kept pressing down, slicing the glass curtain walls into geometrically shaped storm ink skies.

Fang Qingyu stood by the street and dialed a number.

"Hello, Miss Lin, I’ve arrived."

"Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll be there in about two minutes."

Fang Qingyu answered back, hung up the phone, and looked at the map.

[Profession: Security Guard Lv.1 (13/100)]

[Professional Basic Skills: Crisis Perception Lv.1 (22/100)]

Having successfully activated the security guard profession two days ago.

The basic skills it brought.

Were quite similar to a security guard’s vigilance.

However, vigilance is passive, only triggering when danger occurs.

Crisis Perception, on the other hand, is an active skill.

Allowing an active probing for any lurking dangers around.

Combining the two skills.

Could be considered quite practical.

In just under two minutes.

A luxury sedan slowly drove up.

Fang Qingyu was just about to open the rear door and get in, only to find there was already someone.

"Please, Mr. Fang, sit in the front today."

Lin Wanqing smiled politely.

"Alright."

Fang Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged, and he also smiled and nodded.

But it was during those few steps toward the front passenger seat.

His mind was a storm...

"And who is this?"

Once Fang Qingyu sat in the front, the woman sitting in the backseat beside Lin Wanqing looked at him and asked.

"This is Mr. Fang Qingyu, who is responsible for my safety during this time."

Lin Wanqing helped with the introduction.

"Oh, hello, I’m He Manhe, the sales manager of Juyuan Group. Thank you for your cooperation during this time."

He Manhe smiled from the backseat, extending her hand.

"Hello, it’s my duty."

Fang Qingyu turned slightly, extending his hand to shake hers.

But his gaze was fixed on her head.

[Curse Skeleton Master]

Originally, the title should have been white, or perhaps red.

But at this moment, it was black!