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Only by obtaining the qualification of a Demon Hunter can one publicly accept commissions to slay demons and exorcise spirits, thus making a living from such endeavors. Moreover, one can establish an office and gain economic benefits.
For Ding Chifeng, having several Demon Hunter friends would greatly benefit the future development of the organization. This was why the monster leader was willing to go to great lengths to invite Fang Lin Kong and the others to join.
After sulking for a while, Wen Yi interjected, "If I could have used my ultimate move earlier, Old Fang, you would have been done for. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to strike."
Fang Lin Kong laughed as he put his arm around Wen Yi's shoulder and asked, "What ultimate move? Show it to me. Your ultimate move took so long to activate that you got knocked down before you could even use it. It’s useless in real combat."
"Who says that? Let me show you my Flame Sword."
Wen Yi was certainly not pleased with Fang Lin Kong's teasing. After meditating for a long time, he unleashed a stream of flames from his hand. Fang Lin Kong watched in astonishment as the flame extended inch by inch until it reached over one hundred fifty centimeters before solidifying in place. He was deeply shocked. To condense one's internal energy into an Incorporeal Sword was a highly advanced skill. It required not only a substantial amount of energy to maintain but also a refined mental state capable of forming a thin yet solid layer that could rival blades. Fang Lin Kong knew he could not achieve this at his current level, and yet Wen Yi, who he thought was much weaker than him, could easily gather fiery magical energy into a sword light—this completely defied common sense.
Fang Lin Kong stared in disbelief for seven or eight minutes before reaching out to lightly touch Wen Yi's Flame Sword. "Ouch! That's hot!" He quickly withdrew his hand as if trying to shake off the pain, but he believed he had seen through Wen Yi's trick.
While blowing on his fingers, Fang Lin Kong indignantly said, "What kind of treasure is this? It must be some tangible weapon; otherwise, you wouldn't be able to condense a Flame Sword. You're just pulling a fast one."
Wen Yi looked at Fang Lin Kong's burned fingers and proudly replied, "I'm not fooling anyone; this is the innate ability of the Red Ant. I can attach my own spiritual flame outside my body without getting hurt. The nature of my flames is different from ordinary ones; I can manipulate them freely. Don’t believe me? Watch!"
In Fang Lin Kong's astonished gaze, Wen Yi effortlessly wiped his Flame Sword, causing it to bend and connect at both ends, forming a fire ring that slowly rotated in his hand.
"So it's your life spirit flame," Fang Lin Kong remarked. "But Wen Yi, if you're playing with this now, you must be running low on energy; your spiritual power is depleted, right?" Noticing Wen Yi's pale complexion, Fang Lin Kong maliciously added, "If you have the ability to keep it up for another hour, I'll treat you to hot pot later."
Pooh! Wen Yi Put your hands down and retract the flame. I scoffed at Fang Lin Kong's suggestion. "We are all wealthy people now and don't care about a few meals. Boss Ding gave me a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, which does not include transportation and clothing expenses. A few meals are no longer in our eyes." Fang Lin Kong has nothing to say except lamenting that money has corrupted the surname and turned a good boy like Wen Yi into a degenerate and vulgar person. —————————— Having suddenly become a black household among the urban white-collar class, Fang Lin Kong suddenly became more courageous, whether at school or out and about. However, the result of discussions between Fang Lin Kong, Wen Yi, Ma Jingjie, and Chen Mingbin is that they still have to hide these things from their families and classmates. Although these incomes appear to be legal, they still cannot be shown off in front of others. They can only let off steam by drinking and spending money in private. However, what worries Fang Lin Kong is that not only can he not tell his family about this change, but he also has to hide it from Ding Qingya, which makes him often need to tell lies to deceive. On the way out of school, Fang Lin Kong kept persuading Ding Qingya: "Wen Yi is treating us today, let's go out together in the evening?" Since the relationship between the two has become closer, the part of the road that was originally taken by bus has been changed to walking. Fang Lin Kong can’t go to Ding Qingya’s home every day to report. In order to extend the time the two of them get together as much as possible, romance is often more important than speed. Holding Fang Lin Kong's shoulder with one hand, Ding Qingya refused righteously: "No! Wen Yi's family is not rich. Isn't it enough for you to eat him six times this month? What's more? Yes, Chen Mingbin invites guests almost every six weeks. Even if you are a friend, you can’t treat me like this. And you didn’t even respond to the invitation. ” Fang Lin Kong was so sad that he almost vomited blood. In order to please Ding Qingya and prevent her from suspecting that she had financial problems, Fang Lin Kong had to push the bill to three bad friends. But God knows, Fang Lin Kong spent ten times the price of hush money in exchange for all this. Seeing the aggrieved look on Fang Lin Kong's face, Ding Qingya blinked playfully. Nunu said with a small mouth: "Today it's your turn to treat the guests in person. I want to eat beef noodles." Fang Lin Kong had a smile on his face and felt quite warm in his heart. How can ordinary girls consider other people's affordability? They simply can't invite anyone to eat a bowl of beef noodles that costs a few yuan. Ding Qingya always takes care of Fang Lin Kong’s face in this regard.
The road from school to Fang Lin Kong and Ding Qingya's home was one they had walked countless times. They were already familiar with the locations of various shopping malls and restaurants. As they approached the cleanest-looking Beef Noodle Shop, Ding Qingya paused slightly and subtly gestured for Fang Lin Kong to leave. Just as they were about to step inside, she indicated they should turn back. Fang Lin Kong was a bit puzzled but complied with her wishes.
As they turned around, a hoarse yet magnetic voice called out from behind them, "Oh, it's Ding Qingya! What’s up? Are you here with your boyfriend?"
Fang Lin Kong turned leisurely, only to be taken aback by the girl standing before him. She had her hair cut into a buzz cut and dyed in shades of gold and silver. With a cigarette in hand and a bottle of alcohol at her side, she had a daring look that was unlike anything he had ever seen.
The girl wore an extremely revealing tank top, and before Fang Lin Kong could fully take in what she was wearing below, Ding Qingya subtly stepped in front of him to block his view. However, even with just a quick glance, he could tell that the girl was actually very beautiful, perhaps even more alluring than Cen Xiaoying, with an added touch of seduction that Ding Qingya lacked.
"Wow, what a spicy girl!" Fang Lin Kong thought to himself as he listened to Ding Qingya engage in a sharp verbal battle with the newcomer.
This was the first time Fang Lin Kong had witnessed Ding Qingya arguing with someone. From what he overheard, it seemed that the girl named Guan Lin had a complicated history with Ding Qingya, though he couldn't quite grasp why they had fallen out. Given the stark contrast between their appearances, it wasn't hard for him to imagine why the two girls had gone their separate ways.
Ding Qingya clearly presented herself as a good girl, while Guan Lin seemed to fit the mold of a rebellious youth—perhaps even more than that. The fact that they had once been friends left Fang Lin Kong marveling at how strange the world could be.
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