Stronger with More Jobs

Fang Qingyu's words "need to add money" were particularly clear by the riverside.

Hong Qitian, who was rolling up his pants, suddenly stopped, his murky eyes opened wide, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

He quickly turned his head, looking Fang Qingyu up and down, with a gaze like he was observing a daring little thief.

"Hey! You kid!" Old Hong chuckled angrily, pointing at Fang Qingyu's nose and started scolding, "Just swallowed a core, Qi Blood Crystals and Life Pearls are given to you every month, and you're holding a Divine Armament, the Martial Arts Pavilion is practically upside down because of you! You're not lacking in resources, not lacking in Martial Techniques, and you still ask me for more money?!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, forgetting to roll down his pants, his bony fingers pointing in the air: "Have some decency, will you?!"

Facing this "infuriated" elder, the bit of seriousness on Fang Qingyu's face instantly vanished, replaced by a near-rogue grin. Rubbing his hands, he moved in closer, "Old man, you see... this job's quite risky, the opponent is a God with Spatial Ability reincarnated... can't I get some more assurance? How about... you lend me another Divine Armament?"

The moment these words came out, Hong Qitian's expression froze instantly.

Like he was tongue-tied, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and the feigned anger completely turned into a look of helplessness.

"I... you..." Old Hong pointed at Fang Qingyu, his fingers trembling, couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, and finally, like a deflated balloon, he let out a heavy sigh, with a conflicted old face, impatiently waving his hand, "We'll see, we'll see! The root of the matter hasn't appeared yet! Kid, just breakthrough to Martial Arts Grandmaster within a month first! Get lost, get lost! Seeing you annoys me!"

The moment the words fell.

Fang Qingyu only felt his surroundings shift violently like ripples of water, becoming blurry!

The riverside, small stool, muddy river water, hunched old man...

All the scenes stretched, twisted, turning into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow.

In the next second.

Noise of people, honking of cars, and the cries of shop vendors surged into his ears like a tide.

Fang Qingyu found himself steadily standing at the entrance of a bustling commercial street outside the ancient alley, the afternoon sunlight somewhat glaring, surrounded by a bustling crowd.

As if the conversation just now about the future of Gods and the Abyss was just a fleeting dream.

He looked down, the old animal-hide book and the chilling Fixing Stone were quietly lying in his hand, reminding him that everything just now was incredibly real.

"Hmm... there's hope."

Weighing the book and the stone, savoring Old Hong's "we'll see" and his not completely dismissive attitude, a smile crept onto Fang Qingyu's lips.

He took a deep look at the entrance of the tranquil ancient street.

Turned around and hailed a taxi, returning to the Dragon Abyss Building.

Back to the Bamboo Creek Courtyard in the Pocket World Blessed Land, Jiang Wei was sitting cross-legged on a stone bench in the courtyard, her small body hunched, intently staring at the phone screen in her hands, fingers occasionally poking and tapping, a look of concentration on her small face.

Fang Qingyu walked over, sat on the stone bench next to her, and casually opened his mouth: "Xiaojiang, let me ask you something. Do you think... Gods, or Life Ghosts, could possibly... fully descend into the real world?"

Jiang Wei's gaze remained glued to the phone screen, not even looking up, her tone as indifferent as discussing what's for dinner: "Not possibly."

She paused, swiping her fingers across the screen, then slowly added:

"It's a certainty."

"Ah?" Fang Qingyu's casual demeanor instantly stiffened, his body subconsciously sitting upright, "A certainty? Why?"

Jiang Wei finally bothered to look away from the phone screen, lifting her small face, her clear big eyes tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Didn't we discuss it last time before entering the 'Abyss'?"

She counted on her little fingers, explaining clearly:

"The real world, the 'Abyss', and the filthy dimension where Life Ghosts are born... Although these three now seem separate, like layers of a sandwich, but in essence, they are slowly... merging."

"Otherwise, how do you think those Life Ghosts pop up in reality? Appear out of thin air?"

She paused, looking at Fang Qingyu's somewhat serious expression, and continued:

"As for the dimension where the Gods reside... it's more like some 'small bubbles' or 'small pockets' attached to the skin of the real world. It's like opening a hole next to the real world skin and squeezing in an independent space. The channels connecting these 'small bubbles' and reality are the Jianmu Divine Ladder."

"The Jianmu Divine Ladder is something nurtured by Heaven and Earth themselves, although Jiang Ancestor and others cut down the main trunk back then, temporarily blocking the large-scale descent channels, but it's like a tree with its main trunk chopped..."

A hint of seriousness appeared on Jiang Wei's small face: "The roots are still there, the vitality is still there. It will inevitably self-repair over time, regrow new branches, reconnection."

"So, the merging of the Life Ghost dimension, plus the reconnecting of the God dimension channels... a full descent is just a matter of time. But this timing, no one can predict accurately, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, maybe... even shorter."

Fang Qingyu listened, his brow furrowed: "Then... if we were to sever the Jianmu Divine Ladder completely, destroying the roots by then? Can it be stopped?"

After listening, Jiang Wei propped her chin with her small hand, tilted her head, pondered seriously for a while, then slowly shook her head, her tone carrying a sense of peace that comes from understanding the essence:

"No longer possible."