Chapter 100: Tremor

“I... I damn it!” Gu Hu’s eyes widened in shock as he stared blankly into the distance.

There, a deafening roar echoed, followed by a black cloud slowly rising.

Even from hundreds of miles away, the aura of catastrophic destruction was unmistakable.

“Is that... a seventh-tier psychic bomb?” Li Mu was dumbfounded, staring in disbelief. “Fire Red Mountain—that must be Fire Red Mountain. How on earth could those bandits possibly have such a thing?”

Gu Hu muttered vacantly, “Maybe... it’s the president’s psychic bomb.”

Even he didn’t believe his own words.

Li Mu scoffed outright, “Dream on! That’s a critical strategic asset. The military hardly has any of these, each one meticulously logged. How would the president get hold of one? Even if he did, using it would be treason—straight-up betrayal of the nation!”

“Then how did those bandits at Fire Red Mountain get their hands on it?”

Li Mu sneered coldly, “Do you really need to ask? Someone must have sold it to them.”

“Those damned bastards!” Gu Hu’s face twisted with rage, yet he felt powerless.

The human race had long kept ties with nobility, bandits, and even the demon races in business dealings.

They dared to sell anything and everything.

As long as the price was right.

This had been the case since humanity’s rise, when humans were kept as livestock and food by the demon clans, secretly trading with their enemies to survive and grow stronger.

This reality had not changed after the founding of their nation.

Triple the profit was enough to make even the nobility take huge risks—let alone when their real gains were far greater.

“What do we do now?” Gu Hu hesitated. “This was never part of the plan.”

“Of course not!” Li Mu grimly smiled. “I bet the president is probably stunned right now—maybe even…”

He trailed off, but Gu Hu understood.

“So... we just...”

Gu Hu was already thinking about retreat.

Returning to the school now to report that Fire Red Mountain possessed a seventh-tier psychic bomb would certainly bring great merit.

As for Fang Qingyun...

They could only report that the president’s plan had encountered this seventh-tier bomb—and that survival was impossible.

Even high-ranking officers wouldn’t make it.

Not to mention the divine generals; their risks were enormous.

Suddenly, Li Mu said sharply, “Wait.”

“Wait?” Gu Hu looked at him in surprise. “You don’t actually think the president could still be alive, do you? Weren’t you against his plan?”

“At first, yes. But now, I have faith in him.” Li Mu paced slowly, lowering his voice. “Think about it. If Fire Red Mountain wasn’t pushed to the brink, how could those bandits have dared to use such a weapon?”

Such a crucial strategic asset falling into bandits’ hands would drive many in the military mad.

The military would surely sweep the entire front line next.

Gu Hu also lowered his voice. “That still doesn’t prove the president is alive.”

“What if he is?”

Gu Hu fell silent.

“Let’s wait a little longer. If we leave now, when the president returns, you and I will surely die—no matter how many merits we’ve earned, it won’t matter.” Li Mu’s tone was cold. “On the other hand, if we wait for the president to return, the glory will naturally belong to him, but the scraps will be enough for us.”

“...Alright.”

They were close enough to be the first to notice the explosion; others weren’t so lucky.

No one else really knew what had happened.

Especially the frontline troops, who were thrown into chaos.

A seventh-tier psychic bomb’s blast radius spanned over ten thousand meters.

Many divine generals couldn’t unleash that kind of power.

These bombs were always under strict control, considered the most critical strategic weapons.

Now, one had somehow fallen into the wrong hands.

No, it was possible demons or the demon clans were up to some mischief.

From the perspective of the demon and magic clans, it was the same.

Although this was the front line between demons and humans, the magic clans were not absent—in fact, they were quite numerous.

Thus, a large number of powerful figures rushed here to investigate.

...

Amidst the ravaged land,

Stones scattered chaotically across the earth.

Blood and flesh, wood chips, sparks, and black smoke dominated the scene.

A gentle breeze stirred up clouds of dust.

“Clatter!”

A hand emerged from the soil.

A figure crawled out, disheveled.

Fang Qingyun!

He gasped heavily, making sure no one was nearby before immediately glancing at his status panel.

[Host: Fang Qingyun]

[Profession: Warrior]

[Level: Fourth Tier]

[Strength: 33 (+)]

[Speed: 38 (+)]

[Constitution: 35 (+)]

[Spirit: 35 (+)]

[Psychic Energy: 302 (+)]

[Shooting: Intermediate (+)]

[Blade Technique: Beginner (+)]

[Swordsmanship: Beginner (+)]

[Psychic Control: Beginner (+)]

[Martial Art: Killing Technique (11th Transformation) (+)]

[Summoned Beast: Dragon King Lion]

[Source Points: 8665]

“Alive... and much stronger, too.”

Fang Qingyun murmured to himself.

Just before the explosion swept over him, he decisively summoned Xiao Hei to shield him.

At the same time, Fang Qingyun began raising his constitution.

Since he had already boosted some speed earlier, his constitution enhancement was limited.

So he started to strengthen his spirit.

His spirit became resolute, allowing him to seize life amid death.

“Crack, crack!”

He moved his body gently, a series of bone-cracking sounds echoing.

Pain nearly made him cry out, his body trembling as he sat heavily on the ground.

Watching his source points continue to rise, he gave a bitter smile.

He never dreamed bandits could actually wield a seventh-tier psychic bomb.

Such weapons only appeared in massive battles.

Even the Snake King would find it hard to secretly produce one.

“Alas,” Fang Qingyun sighed.

His powerful constitution was helping him recover, but his wounds were severe.

Recovering on his own would take an unknown length of time.

If only he could keep increasing his constitution...

No, he shook his head.

He’d enhanced so many attributes in this battle that pushing his physical attributes further now might cause his body to collapse.

The only silver lining was that his source points kept rising.

That meant he was still in a dangerous state.

“First time I’ve ever been this badly injured.”

Fang Qingyun struggled to withdraw a vial of medicine from his spatial weapon and injected it.

Immediately, his breath eased.

His psychic energy seemed to come alive, swirling within him.

A cool sensation spread from the wound.

After a while, the medicine’s effect faded, and his source points stopped increasing.

He exhaled deeply, enduring the pain as he moved his body with difficulty.

He needed his body to quickly adapt to this huge enhancement, then continue raising his constitution.

“President!”

A soft voice called out.

Fang Qingyun looked up to see Li Mu and Gu Hu.

Both were shocked, clearly not expecting him to be alive.

“You two look so adorable to me right now,” Fang Qingyun smiled bitterly.

They approached and quickly escorted him back to the school.

At the school infirmary,

Fang Qingyun felt like a wrapped dumpling.

“Your physical constitution is incredibly strong—stronger than many demons,” the young, beautiful infirmary doctor exclaimed, marveling at Fang Qingyun. “An ordinary person would be dead from such severe injuries. Yet you’re still able to move, and your recovery rate surpasses that of a general. Are you really human?”

“Please heal me quickly!” Fang Qingyun said gravely. “I have more to do.”

The beautiful doctor rolled her eyes dramatically. “Want me to make you recover instantly?”

“If you can do that...”

“Hehe!”

Ignoring Fang Qingyun, she reached out and began poking him playfully.

“Hey!” Fang Qingyun scolded, displeased.

She paid no mind, continuing with eager curiosity.

She had never seen such an extraordinarily strong man and was eager to study him.

“Old Fang!” A loud shout came as Zhao Junhong strode into the ward.

He caught sight of the doctor’s mischievous hands.

Zhao Junhong: “...”

“Can you pause for a moment? I have urgent matters. After we finish talking, you can continue!”

“Get lost!” Fang Qingyun gritted his teeth. “I’m immobilized and ran into a female hooligan!”

“Who’s the hooligan?” The doctor sneered. “I’ve seen plenty of men better looking than you.”

Fang Qingyun replied coldly, “But none stronger.”

The doctor was speechless.

Zhao Junhong, watching her retreating back, clicked his tongue. “Old Fang, don’t be fooled by the loose white coat. Her figure is top-notch. You’re lucky to have met such a rare gem in the infirmary.”

“Enough!” Fang Qingyun rubbed his temple. “Why are you only here now?”

He’d been at the infirmary a while; was there trouble in the student council?

“No major issues, just constant minor troubles,” Zhao Junhong said. “Plus, a lot of rumors have been spreading.”

“About me?”

“Yes. All tied to you,” Zhao Junhong sneered. “They say you just became president and already got cocky. Your first major mission ended in disaster—you got hospitalized, and many under your command died.”

Fang Qingyun’s brow twitched. “Who spread that?”

Only he was injured.

Who died?

Besides, he was wounded by a seventh-tier psychic bomb.

Who else in the entire school could survive that?

Moreover, the fact that Fire Red Mountain possessed a seventh-tier bomb meant he had already accomplished a great feat.

The mission wasn’t perfect, but it was done.

The Fire Red Mountain leader was killed by him; another general was also eliminated.

Most of the forces hit by the bomb couldn’t have survived intact—at least half were lost.

The bandits at Fire Red Mountain would have disbanded and fled.

Wasn’t that mission success?

“I know what you want to say, but not everyone knows the truth,” Zhao Junhong said calmly. “And they’d rather see you fall from grace. Some have even voiced opposition, claiming someone like you as president would cause chaos and danger for the school. They plan to organize a collective protest.”

“Really?”

Fang Qingyun smiled faintly, unbothered. “I should recover soon. Until then, you hold the fort.”

Zhao Junhong’s brow twitched. “You think I’m just going to hold the fort? Ha! Anyone who dares cause trouble, I’ll knock the yolk right out of them.”

After a brief conversation, Zhao Junhong left.

The student council had many pending issues, and his absence unsettled many.

Enemies were fine—he didn’t need to tolerate traitors among his own ranks.

No sooner had Zhao Junhong left than the beautiful doctor peeked her head in again.

Fang Qingyun groaned. “You never really left?”

“Of course not!” she said seriously. “You’re such good material; how could I let you go so easily?”

Fang Qingyun sighed helplessly.

“What’s with the sigh? A top-tier infirmary doctor like me is sought after by many, but you got me all to yourself,” she said with a coy smile.

Fang Qingyun sighed again.

“Worried?” the doctor asked. “Because of the student council? I just overheard many opposing you.”

Fang Qingyun curled his lip. “Once I recover, who dares oppose me? Public protests? Ha! What good will that do? I’ll deal with them one by one, and they’ll fall in line.”

“Power is justice!”

“Then why the headache?”

“Obviously, seeing you gives me a headache.” The doctor frowned charmingly. “Seriously though, do you know how many people want me to examine them?”

“Count me out, you jerk!” Fang Qingyun grumbled. “Besides, my woman’s coming soon. Can you back off?”

She glanced down and was shocked. “You’re that injured and still planning to do that?”

Fang Qingyun’s veins throbbed visibly. Who cares if I can or not? What does it matter to you?

“Enough. Let’s get serious.” Seeing Fang Qingyun’s growing frustration, the doctor smiled. “I noticed your body’s stiff. Why? With such a strong constitution, you should be training regularly to keep your body limber.”

Fang Qingyun thought for a moment. “I have been neglecting exercise recently. Aside from training, is there any other way?”

The doctor tapped her elegant chin thoughtfully, frowning. “For your condition, without exercise, there might be a solution.”

“Really?”

Fang Qingyun’s eyes widened.

His physical attributes had surged rapidly in a short time, leaving him unfamiliar with his new body.

He couldn’t think of any other solution besides training.

This woman claimed there was one.

His excitement grew instantly.

If such a method existed, he could rapidly enhance his physical stats and become overwhelmingly powerful.

High-tier generals? He’d crush even divine generals like dirt!

“I seem to recall a certain medicine,” the doctor hesitated. “Once injected, it makes the body constantly active—a kind of body-enhancing serum.”

“Please help me find it!” Fang Qingyun said seriously. “I have little time and can’t afford training. This serum would be perfect.”

“I’ll look for it!” The doctor smiled brightly. “When I find it, how will you thank me?”

“With my body!”

“That’s your thanks?”

“Then you tell me.”

“Let me study you more!”

“Heh!” Fang Qingyun gave a wry smile.

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