Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Pantheon, Chosen by God!! (Third Update!~)
"Consider it my mistake, alright."
Fang Qingyu reluctantly poured a glass of wine for Qi Hao.
"Sigh, I’ll reluctantly accept."
Qi Hao took it and downed it in one go, his eyes full of melancholy.
Special training class.
An unattainable goal.
Yet his brother at his side entered so effortlessly, and within just a few days, he had undergone such a significant change.
If this were not his true brother.
He would already be thinking about how to stab him in the back.
After the explanation.
Qi Hao also spoke about the person just now.
The young man was named Yuan Jie, Yuanze’s elder brother.
Last time, Fang Qingyu had crushed Yuanze.
It was just coincidental to meet Yuanze’s elder brother here; for him to come and seek revenge seemed reasonable.
Except...
He hadn’t expected that not only had Fang Qingyu entered the special training class, but today he even outperformed Tong Ran to take the first place in a personal ranking battle.
It seems the Divine Management Bureau is pretty good at keeping things under wraps.
Before the two could chat for long.
Lin Wanqing and He Manhe came walking back.
"Who might this be?"
Lin Wanqing curiously looked at Qi Hao.
"Haha, I saw this young man with you guys and thought about asking for your WeChat, but he wouldn’t give it."
With just a glance from Fang Qingyu, Qi Hao started to spin his tale.
"Sorry, we don’t add strangers."
Lin Wanqing politely declined.
"It’s fine, I understand."
Qi Hao chuckled, turned, and walked away, as if the two had never met.
Then Fang Qingyu continued to remain silent.
Letting the two women converse.
But when He Manhe seemed thirsty and took a sip from her wine glass,
She suddenly smiled and reached out her hand to Fang Qingyu.
"Mr. Fang, I wonder if I could ask you for a dance?"
"I don’t know how to dance, sorry."
Facing the sudden invitation.
Given that it was unclear if this person was a wolf.
Fang Qingyu naturally refused.
"What a pity then..."
He Manhe looked regretful, then started gossiping with Lin Wanqing.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu turned back around.
And looked around.
"Damn!" the chubby guy next to them suddenly slammed the table, raising his phone high into the air, "Why can’t this lousy place even get a 5G signal?"
And soon, others noticed the same problem.
"Hey, me too! What’s going on, not even a single bar!?"
"Waiter, get over here now!!"
For a moment, there was a commotion in the room.
One person not having a signal might mean their phone was malfunctioning.
Everyone not having a signal.
That meant there was a big problem with this place!
Fang Qingyu also glanced at his own phone.
Sure enough, he had the same issue as everyone else.
Someone couldn’t help but walk toward the banquet hall’s door.
The first to rush to the main door was a woman in a silver sequin dress.
Watching the two waiters unable to open the door no matter what.
The crisp click of her ten-centimeter stilettos on the marble floor abruptly stopped.
"The door’s locked shut!"
Her scream was like scissors, slicing through the facade of calm.
"Can’t... can’t get out??"
Faced with an entirely unknown, uncontrollable situation, people’s voices began to show a hint of panic.
But the anomaly wasn’t over yet.
First, the Baroque crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling emitted a dying buzz, its countless facets trembling simultaneously, casting twisted patterns in the upturned pupils of the crowd.
Then the sound of electricity came flooding in from all directions.
When the first lamp went "pop" and went out, the other chandeliers followed in domino-like succession, one after another.
The banquet hall...
Instantly plunged into darkness.
"Where’s the backup power?"
Someone screamed, met with an increasingly chaotic crowd.
At this moment, Fang Qingyu had already returned to Lin Wanqing’s side. After revealing his identity, he directly took her hand and moved toward Qi Hao.
Completely ignoring He Manhe.
Fortunately, in the darkness, the white title was particularly conspicuous.
Quickly, Fang Qingyu patted Qi Hao’s shoulder.
"Let’s go."
"Alright!"
Qi Hao, as if finding his anchor, followed suit.
"Mr. Fang, could you help me find Xiao Man?"
Only then did the belatedly aware Lin Wanqing suddenly remember her companion.
Fang Qingyu turned, intending to explain the current situation in one sentence.
When He Manhe’s voice suddenly came from the darkness beside him.
"Wanqing, I’m right here~"
In that instant, Fang Qingyu felt a chill on his scalp.
He turned his head.
He Manhe’s face was smiling and melting.
Not melting in a physical sense, but some kind of bizarre distortion beyond reality.
Her once delicate features rippled like water disturbed by a stone.
Dark purple blood vessels snaked under her skin, as if countless writhing worms lay beneath.
Her clear eyes transformed into two pitch-black vortices at that moment.
But it seemed like an illusion too.
This scene existed only for a split second before vanishing.
"What is it, Mr. Fang?"
He Manhe was still smiling.
"Nothing."
Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and shook his head.
Then he handed Lin Wanqing over to Qi Hao.
"Miss Lin, you follow my friend to the other side to find a way out; I’ll take Miss He to look on the other side."
With that said, he didn’t give Lin Wanqing time to react.
Fang Qingyu stared at He Manhe’s vaguely visible black title and slowly walked to the other side.
Seeing her follow...
There’s no doubt.
She’s coming for me.
"Miss He, were you behind all this?"
Reaching a secluded corner, Fang Qingyu gestured around.
"More or less."
He Manhe, completely unaffected by the current situation, continued sipping her drink with interest.
"Did you want something from me?"
Fang Qingyu curiously pointed at himself.
He Manhe didn’t answer immediately and instead offered him a glass of wine.
But Fang Qingyu didn’t take it.
She didn’t mind, continuing to drink on her own.
"Mr. Fang, have you ever heard of the Pantheon?"
Fang Qingyu paused, slightly shaking his head.
"During the transition between the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Jiang Ziya once cut down the Jianmu Divine Tree at the Divine Enshrinement Platform, severing the connection between Heaven and Earth."
He Manhe’s fingers caressed the rim of the crystal glass, her voice tinged with allure.
"But the Jianmu branch that was cut down never disappeared."
"A group of witchcraft-practicing priests obtained the Divine Wood Remnant Branch and secretly formed the organization known as the ’Pantheon.’ They discovered that by using live human sacrifices as a medium, ordinary mortals could become vessels for gods to descend into."
"Unfortunately, most mortals’ bodies couldn’t withstand divine power’s corrosion unless..." She suddenly leaned in, close to Fang Qingyu’s chest, her red lips curving into a deep, meaningful smile.
"Unless they were someone like you, Mr. Fang."
"Why did you come to me?"
Fang Qingyu stared at her with an expressionless face.
Thoughts raced in his mind.
All told, he had practiced martial arts for less than two months.
Aside from Yuanze’s family, he hadn’t made enemies with anyone else.
His fame in the Qingjian City martial arts circle was short-lived.
And it was all minor incidents before.
Until today, when he achieved first place in the special training class, he only gained a bit of fame.
He Manhe’s eyelashes gently fluttered in the dim light, her fingers suddenly resting on the back of Fang Qingyu’s clenched fist, her red lips close to his ear.
"Is it possible."
"That it wasn’t us who came to you, but rather..."
"That Mr. Fang has been chosen by a god?"