Chapter 72 I, Diao Deyi! (4 more updates)

Another point.

→ Phantom White Kick ]

Continue!

attribute points consumed.

→ Breakthrough to Intermediate Flower Rank.]

His legs suddenly thickened, emitting a crackling sound of bone friction.

When that sound subsided, Fang Yu felt as if his body had become significantly lighter.

"I wonder what it would be like to run now."

Fang Yu thought of the Solid Foundation Technique at the Intermediate Flower Rank.

With a bit of effort, that would mean covering with Bone Armor.

Thinking it over, Fang Yu bent his legs, lowered his body slightly, charging up as though ready to spring forth at any moment.

Creak creak creak!

The thighs emitted a sound of muscle compression and the familiar bone friction.

Rattle.

A bit of Bone Powder sprinkled from the hem of his pants onto the ground.

Promising!

Continuing to exert force, only a small pile of Bone Powder accumulated on the ground. He flipped up the hem of his pants to see, on his thighs and shins, all white powder, but it hadn’t formed into any Bone Armor.

"Is my posture incorrect? Or is it that the Phantom White Kick at this realm still can’t form Bone Armor?"

The defensive power of the Bone Armor was recognized by Fang Yu.

With Bone Armor and without, the difference could mean life or death.

If his legs could be covered with Bone Armor, then future attacks wouldn’t just be with fists but kicking as well!

"No rush. It seems that even the Solid Foundation Technique at Intermediate Flower Rank initially forms Bone Armor."

Fang Yu relaxed his body, shook his legs, and powder scattered all over the ground.

Thought for a moment, then used his last attribute point on his constitution.

No choice, forming Bone Armor unexpectedly drains physical strength.

If his constitution can’t keep up, forming Bone Armor a few times would exhaust him to immobility.

Health recovered a bit while he researched where to allocate points.

It seems the healing speed is still quite fast, it’s only been a few hours since the battle ended last night.

Around 11 p.m. he returned home.

Now the dawn is just breaking, still misty, it must be about five or six in the morning.

In six or seven hours, almost 200 health points have been recovered.

Two days of rest, and he should be fully recovered.

Moreover, with the increased constitution, the efficiency of healing seems to have improved.

After all, the stronger the constitution, the faster the body recovers.

Compared to those NPCs who often lay incapacitated for days, this is the advantage of a Data Avatar Body!

He opened the door, and last night’s bowls and dishes had already been cleaned up.

Glanced at his older sister’s room, unusually, she hadn’t risen early to make breakfast.

Closed his eyes, carefully listening, there were faint breathing sounds from older sister’s room, she must still be sleeping.

Thought for a moment, Fang Yu left five silver on the table, then walked out with big strides.

If he never returned from this departure,

This money would be enough for his older sister to live simply for a while, without worrying about money.

Fang Yu had grown quite fond of this NPC older sister, though it was just a game, it evoked a special feeling.

He was willing to leave this money.

Fang Yu is a professional Gold Miner in the game, but before that, he was a player first.

Enough love for the game, to want to enter this industry.

The game, not just a tool for making money, also a way for Fang Yu to enjoy himself.

Older sister, worth these five silver.

Pushed open the main door.

The morning sun was somewhat blinding.

The warm sunlight made Fang Yu take a deep breath.

There was still much to do today.

He had to find Yue Guang before the Foolish Underworld took him in for an examination and resolve the issue of the demon curse.

He also needed to visit the bank to urgently exchange Silver for cash, keeping it on him was too risky.

There was also a new task from the forum; he needed to stop by Youtiao Street, eliminate Jiazi Yin, and complete the order.

Exchange of Silver for cash, 50,000; Jiazi Yin’s task, 30,000; altogether making 80,000 cash in hand.

This was a substantial sum, enough for him to accumulate his first pot of gold.

At least there would be no need to eat instant noodles every day, and life could be a bit more comfortable.

Plus, with the experience from this character, even if he really failed, Fang Yu felt confident that he could get the hang of the game faster than other players with his next character.

After all, he had access to way more information than the average player.

And information is an advantage.

Walking away briskly, Fang Yu’s silhouette disappeared into the crowd.

Just a few seconds after Fang Yu left, Diao Ruru opened the room door.

Her eyes were slightly red and swollen with dark circles, as if she had cried all night or hadn’t slept.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the Silver on the table, and her body trembled as she tightly clenched her fists.

"Even though last night you spoke with such conviction..."

"If you really meant it, you wouldn’t leave this kind of thing for me!"

Diao Ruru walked to the table, sat down with her hair disheveled, slowly leaned on the table, eyes red, turned her head towards the door, and muttered to herself.

"...I’ll wait for you, always at home waiting for you..."

"Come back."

Just a hundred meters from the entrance of the Foolish Underworld, there was a street known for breakfast vendors.

Various vendors were calling out to sell their goods early in the morning.

A member of the Foolish Underworld sat silently on a small stool outside a bun shop, quietly eating.

Ning Youchun was a very disciplined person.

He didn’t have any innate talent: only through effort, and more effort, could he barely keep up with those naturally gifted Martial Artists.

He succeeded, diligently trained at the martial arts school, competed to join the Foolish Underworld, and successfully became part of Li Qianxuan’s team.

Maintaining his original aspirations, he continued to strive and stood out among his peers, eventually becoming one of Li Qianxuan’s close confidants.

Zhang Yu, Yue Guang, and him.

They were the three pillars under Li Qianxuan.

After Zhang Yu died, his burdens suddenly increased a lot.

It seemed Yue Guang also began to have his own schemings, idly moving among Li Qianxuan’s other ten subordinates.

"I can only trust you now, Youchun."

These were the words Li Qianxuan said to him last night.

Ning Youchun felt a bit happy but also somewhat sad.

While Zhang Yu and Yue Guang were around, Li Qianxuan had never valued him like this.

"Am I weaker than them?"

"Do they have to die or betray before it’s my turn?"

"Am I just a clown? Merely your desperate last choice, Li Qianxuan?"

Ning Youchun took a deep breath, swallowed the bun in one gulp, as if forever concealing a secret in his heart, and silently got up.

He still needed to climb higher.

If Li Qianxuan couldn’t see his talent, then upon reaching a bigger stage, someone would recognize his worth.

Snap.

Just then, a large hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, pressing him back down into his seat.

The strength of the hand was considerable.

Ning Youchun looked up.

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"Me."

"...Who are you?"

Indeed, Ning Youchun didn’t recognize this person, but he felt vaguely familiar.

Fang Yu couldn’t help but laugh and cry, pointing at his own face.

"Me, Diao Deyi!"