Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 391 - 217: Tier Three God’s Follower, Apostle!

Chapter 391: Chapter 217: Tier Three God’s Follower, Apostle!

"Yes." Fang Qingyu said concisely, "I need a new identity, a complete transformation from inside out. It’s best if I look like an ordinary lone wolf struggling to survive in the ’Abyss’ as a newcomer to the Profound Realm."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Understood. In terms of aura, I can use magic to temporarily disguise your current vast Qi Blood and Grandmaster aura, simulating the fluctuations of an Initial Tier in the Profound Realm. But this magic requires your own cooperation; during its duration, which I estimate will last at least half a month, you absolutely cannot utilize Qi Blood, Qi Force, or perform any martial techniques in combat, otherwise the disguise will instantly fail."

Fang Qingyu was mentally prepared for this, having been informed in detail of the requirements by Jiang Wei beforehand.

He nodded without hesitation: "Okay. I won’t make a move during this half month."

"Very good." The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction, "As for the change in appearance, that’s even simpler. Relax your mind, don’t resist."

Following the instructions, Fang Qingyu stood still and closed his eyes.

Though his eyes were closed, the powerful perception brought by the Heart Sutra’s operation allowed him to "see" everything around him.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, extending his right hand to gently cover Fang Qingyu’s face.

A soft white light which contained strange rules of power surged from his palm, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu’s head and rapidly spreading over his entire body.

Fang Qingyu immediately felt a peculiar energy permeate his skin, muscles, and bones.

This transformation felt like an invisible hand molding and reshaping him like clay, giving a tingling sensation.

He could clearly perceive his height slowly "shrinking," his originally robust and muscular lines becoming softer and much thinner, with his shoulder width, arm circumference, and leg shape undergoing subtle adjustments.

Even the skeletal contour of his face and the details of his features were undergoing subtle changes under the white light.

After a few breaths, the white light covering his whole body gradually receded.

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand from Fang Qingyu’s face.

Then, with two joined fingers pointing, a more concentrated white light condensed at his fingertips, lightly touching Fang Qingyu’s forehead!

Buzz!

Fang Qingyu only felt his spirit mildly shaken, as if an invisible shackle had clamped onto his surging Dragon Blood, the vast Celestial Pillar Force, and the Dragon Pearl core hidden within his organs.

A sensation of suppression, compression, and disguise was transmitted clearly.

The feeling of power inside that could shake mountains did not disappear, but the energy waves emitting externally dropped to rock-bottom, as if drained by a powerful pump, becoming weak and mixed, indistinguishable from the aura of a martial artist who had just entered the Profound Realm!

"It’s done."

The middle-aged man’s voice rang out, carrying a hint of task completion relief.

Fang Qingyu slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he did was look down at his own hands.

Originally long, powerful, and clearly articulated, his hands now appeared slightly slender and ordinary.

His clothes, too, seemed a bit loose due to the change in his physique.

He walked to a small water vat in the courtyard and looked at the reflection on the water’s surface.

The water reflected a stranger’s face.

About twenty years old, the face showed signs of youthfulness and an unhealthy pallor, with eyes no longer as sharp as blades, but appearing somewhat tired and confused, with a low nose bridge and thin lips, the kind of look that would blend into a crowd.

His height was roughly only around 1.78 meters, and his body had become notably slimmer.

"The effect is great."

Fang Qingyu raised his head, genuinely wanting to express his gratitude.

However, in front of him was emptiness. The middle-aged man seemed as if he had never appeared, vanishing without a trace, leaving not even the slightest spatial ripple.

"He’s already gone." Jiang Wei’s voice sounded from the side, still calm and unmoved.

She walked up to Fang Qingyu, lifted her little face, and stared at this unfamiliar face with her clear big eyes for several seconds before continuing, "Remember, when the time comes, I will find a way to lead him to you."

"But you must be extremely careful of his first strike!"

"With spatial ability and the foundation of a god, his ambush will surely pursue a one-strike kill, without any warning, and its power will far exceed your imagination." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"As long as you can withstand that first hit and survive, with your real strength, you’ll have opportunities to maneuver or even counterattack later."

Fang Qingyu felt the terrifying power inside, bound by the disguise’s shackles, yet still like a dormant volcano.

His eyes became incomparably calm and sharp.

He nodded firmly: "Understood."

...

Seven days later.

Inside the "Abyss."

A perilous place known as the "Taibai Wilderness."

The environment here was even more bizarre than the Thunderstorm Cloud Sea.

The sky was a perpetual lead-gray, with thick fog like solidified lead blocks, pressing heavily and suffocatingly.

The ground was covered with gray-white, powdery gravel that seemed to have formed from weathered bones of giant creatures, which produced a teeth-grating "rustling" sound underfoot.

The air was filled with a strong, decaying sweet scent.

A young man, dressed in ragged clothes stained with gray-white dust, was trudging arduously through the wilderness.

He was the disguised Fang Qingyu.

At the moment, his figure was thin, his face ordinary yet haggard, and the clothes on him, made haphazardly from Life Ghost Skin and some resilient vines, were soaked with gray-white dust, appearing extremely forlorn.

In his hand was a charred wooden stick, and he moved with staggering steps and rapid breaths.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, vigilance, and deep fear of the "Abyss" environment.

He was the very image of a bottom-tier lone wolf, having gambled all his resources on a venture into the "Abyss," hoping for a chance to turn the tables, yet now on the brink of despair.