Chapter 610
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Chapter 610 What Makes a Hero?
Fang Yu directly returned to Nandu.
He first went to check on the vegetable garden and found everything was in good condition.
The fence he had made earlier worked very well, at least no wild animals could break in.
Fang Yu thought for a moment, picked a few fresh vegetables from the garden, carried them in his hand, and returned to the residential area where his home was located.
Due to previous events, the apartment building where Fang Yu lived had almost become a ghost apartment.
In the entire building, only Fang Yu remained as a resident.
Fang Yu took the elevator up, used his key to open the door, and found that the entire living room had been cleaned, with furniture neatly arranged and the floor spotless.
“Brother Yu, you’re back.” Su Lengyun walked out from the inner room, a faint smile appearing on her beautiful face.
“How many days have you been staying here?” Fang Yu asked.
“Since the day at Weizhen Platform, after you left, I came back here.” Su Lengyun walked forward, took the vegetables from Fang Yu’s hand, and asked, “Brother Yu, are you hungry?”
Fang Yu hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for over a month and was both hungry and thirsty.
“Of course,” Fang Yu said.
“Then… I’ll make you a bowl of noodles.” Su Lengyun turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Fang Yu walked to the tea table and drank several cups of water in succession.
After drinking, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.
But just seconds after closing his eyes, he sensed a surge of magical energy approaching.
Fang Yu opened his eyes and looked to the side.
A figure appeared in the empty air.
It was Mo Xiu.
“Master Fang, do you have time to talk?” Mo Xiu asked.
Since the battle at Weizhen Platform, Mo Xiu had nothing but reverence for Fang Yu and had even changed how he addressed him.
“How did you know I came back here? There’s no spiritual entity you left in this house.” Fang Yu looked around and said.
“Hehe, Master Fang, my informants are all over Xiangcheng. In fact, less than five minutes after you returned to Nandu, I already knew your location,” Mo Xiu smiled.
“Just tell me what you want, but let me be clear, I’ve already dealt with the Immortal Clan, and our deal is over. If you want me to help you with something else, you’ll need to offer appropriate compensation,” Fang Yu said indifferently.
“I understand. I’m not here to trouble you with anything today, but rather to ask about your wishes, Master Fang,” Mo Xiu said.
In their deal, Mo Xiu only asked Fang Yu to help collect intelligence about the Immortal Clan.
Yet Fang Yu had eliminated the entire Immortal Clan, which was already exceeding the task. Mo Xiu never thought of exploiting this transaction further.
“Wishes? What wishes?” Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and asked.
“Regarding this Immortal Clan incident in Xiangcheng, you are the one who perfectly resolved it. If you wish, I will disclose the true situation to the Northern Capital Martial Arts Association and the Order Organization, letting everyone in Xiangcheng and the entire Jiuzhou Nation know that you are the hero who saved them…” Mo Xiu said.
“Alright, alright, I understand what you mean,” Fang Yu interrupted Mo Xiu and said, “I have no interest in becoming a hero, so don’t do that.”
“But if we don’t reveal this, it’s really unfair to your contribution, Master Fang. Additionally, if the Northern Capital Martial Arts Association knew about this, you could receive substantial rewards,” Mo Xiu said.
“Not interested. Don’t say anything, just maintain the status quo,” Fang Yu waved his hand and said.
“In that case… I must sincerely thank you on behalf of all those you saved,” Mo Xiu said with a serious expression, bowing deeply to Fang Yu.
If his students were present to witness this scene, they would certainly be shocked.
As a six-star Grand Mage and an official of the Order Organization, Mo Xiu held an extremely high position in both the martial arts and mage communities.
With his seniority and status, there were very few people in the entire Jiuzhou Nation who could receive such respect from him.
“Your behavior completely matches your apparent age, just like an old man’s rigid style,” Fang Yu shook his head slightly and said.
“This is something I must do,” Mo Xiu said.
“Suit yourself. If there’s nothing else, you can leave now. I’m going to eat,” Fang Yu said.
Mo Xiu smiled and said, “Very well, I won’t take up any more of your time, Master Fang.”
After speaking, Mo Xiu’s entire body gradually faded and then completely disappeared.
“Brother Yu, the noodles are ready. Do you want to eat in the living room or…” Su Lengyun poked her head out from the kitchen and asked.
Fang Yu stood up, walked directly into the kitchen, and gulped down the bowl of noodles Su Lengyun had prepared in two mouthfuls.
“Brother Yu… did I make too little? If you want more, I can…” Su Lengyun asked hesitantly, stunned by what she saw.
“It’s enough. Eating too much at once isn’t healthy. I’ll eat more later,” Fang Yu said.
…
It was now four in the afternoon.
“Brother Yu, have you been in seclusion for a breakthrough again during this time?” Su Lengyun sat across from Fang Yu and asked.
“Yes, I managed to break through two levels,” Fang Yu answered.
“Two levels…” Su Lengyun bit her red lips, looked at Fang Yu, and asked, “Brother Yu, can you tell me what your true cultivation level is… now?”
“Qi Cultivation Stage, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels,” Fang Yu answered truthfully.
“Qi Cultivation Stage…” Su Lengyun knew this was the old terminology used in the martial arts world, equivalent to the Innate Realm.
But the number nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine seemed incredible to Su Lengyun.
Though she didn’t doubt Fang Yu’s words, this number of levels was truly unheard of.
Wasn’t the Innate Realm supposed to have only twelve levels?
“You definitely find it hard to believe, and might even think I’m lying to you, but I’m telling the truth. As for why it’s like this, I’ve researched for many years and still don’t understand it,” Fang Yu said.
Su Lengyun looked at Fang Yu, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
She had asked Fang Yu this question hoping to have a goal to strive for, to catch up with him.
But Fang Yu’s answer made that impossible.
Because she truly had no concept of what the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels of the Innate Realm meant.
“By the way, Brother Yu, where did Mr. Lin go?” Su Lengyun asked again.
“He… to tell you the truth, he never belonged to this world. The Lin Batian you met was just a manifestation of will. After repairing your meridians, that will was about to dissipate, so he disappeared,” Fang Yu said.
Su Lengyun’s expression changed as she said, “Mr. Lin was because of me…”
“As a manifestation of will, he would have dissipated sooner or later. It was his choice, so you shouldn’t blame yourself,” Fang Yu said.
Su Lengyun looked at Fang Yu and said softly, “Brother Yu, Mr. Lin was a good friend of yours, wasn’t he?”
Fang Yu’s eyes flickered as he answered, “Yes, I’ve known him for many years.”
Su Lengyun wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.
Fang Yu stood up, stretched, and said, “I’m going back to my room to take a shower and then sleep. I’ve been overworked lately.”
“Okay,” Su Lengyun nodded.
…
After showering, Fang Yu slept until the afternoon of the next day.
After fully charging his phone and turning it on, Fang Yu saw many missed calls.
Among them, Guo Gang from Nandu University had called him more than a dozen times.
Fang Yu thought for a moment and called him back.
On the phone, Guo Gang was very agitated.
Because Fang Yu had repeatedly failed to attend classes, the Faculty of Literature had issued several warnings, and now it had reached the point of dismissal.
“Professor Fang, I’ve helped you many times, and Dean Wang has covered for you many times, but you’re really going too far. You haven’t come to class for more than a month, six weeks… This time, we really can’t help you,” Guo Gang said.
Fang Yu said thank you but didn’t say much else.
Recently, he had too many things to do and genuinely couldn’t attend classes.
Being fired from Nandu University was actually a good thing; he wouldn’t have to teach anymore.
As for the experience of being a professor, Fang Yu didn’t find it particularly enjoyable, preferring to be an ordinary student.
At four in the afternoon, Fang Yu went to the Human Resources Department of Nandu University to complete his resignation procedures.
“It’s a pity,” Wang Yangshi, the dean of the Faculty of Literature, was also present and sighed as he looked at Fang Yu.
“It’s my personal issue,” Fang Yu said.
After completing the procedures, Fang Yu left Nandu University.
When he reached the school gate, he saw a familiar figure.
