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When Wang Cang uttered the name, a slight smirk appeared on his lips: "Give it to that little brat, and then tell him—"

At this point, the old man paused, as if considering his words, but his final words were still very rough: "Tell him to focus on leveling up and stop wasting his time. Tell him that I've saved all the good stuff for him. If he doesn't live up to my expectations, I'll crawl out of my coffin and beat him up."

Zhang Daoxuan didn't ask what was in the cloth bag.

It's not that I'm not curious.

It's not something you should ask.

The relics left behind by a demigod were not something a mere chief of staff in the command could casually inquire about.

"Senior Wang, please rest assured."

Zhang Daoxuan bowed slightly, his tone solemn: "I understand."

Wang Cang grunted in agreement, put the pipe in his mouth, and considered the matter closed.

Before the topic could even be turned over—

"etc."

On the screen, a cheerful old man named Ge suddenly spoke. The short, stout old man stood up from the ground and patted the dirt off his bottom.

He was just squatting in the herb field watering the flowers, but now he's nimbly straightening up.

"I've heard of that kid Gu Xu too."

Old Ge touched his bald head and smiled kindly: "He is indeed a good prospect. Old Wang, you have left something behind, so I can't leave empty-handed."

As he spoke, Old Ge pulled a jade bottle from a toolbox next to the medicinal herb field—yes, the kind of broken toolbox that holds shovels and hoes.

The bottle is small, about the size of a palm.

The bottle was entirely emerald green, with faint golden patterns floating on its surface: "The contents of this bottle are for that kid to nourish his body. Young people, after all, are at the age where they need to grow."

When Old Ge said this, his tone was as if the old man next door had stuffed two cucumbers into your hand.

But Zhang Daoxuan noticed that the frequency of the golden patterns on the bottle was exactly the same as the pattern on the surface of Wang Cang's cloth bag.

They are all beings that far exceed the ordinary grade.

These two are really willing to give up.

At that very moment, someone on the light screen uttered a questioning voice.

"Gu Xu?"

It was Su Changqing who spoke.

The thin lips beneath the white cloak moved slightly, his tone revealing obvious confusion.

"Who?"

Not just him.

Helian Shu and Liu Tingchao on the screen also showed similar expressions.

A question mark appeared on Helian Shu's square face.

Liu Tingchao tilted his head, his wet hair brushing against the coral reef, his eyes full of curiosity.

That's normal.

These watchmen have been stationed in their respective defense zones for many years, some of them having been submerged at the bottom of the sea for decades without ever coming ashore.

Do you expect them to pay attention to a newcomer who has only recently changed jobs?

That's unrealistic.

Wang Cang burst out laughing when he saw the expressions on these people's faces.

"Oh? You guys don't know?"

The old man, with his pipe in his mouth, chuckled twice.

The laughter carried a smug air of "I know you don't know, and I especially enjoy that you don't know."

"Let me put it this way," Wang Cang gestured towards Su Changqing on the screen, "Little Su, you think you're pretty good at fighting, right?"

Su Changqing didn't speak, but the face under the white cloak clearly turned colder.

nonsense.

He certainly believed he could fight.

He is a demigod.

A dwarf god.

The guardian of Yokogawa Abyss, codenamed "Lone Crane".

Asking a demigod, "Do you think you can fight?" is no different from asking a fish, "Do you think you can swim?"

Wang Cang laughed even harder when he saw Su Changqing's expressionless but clearly displeased look.

"Let me put it this way—this little guy I'm telling you about can beat you to a pulp."

The screen remained silent for a second.

Then Su Changqing's eyebrows twitched.

It just moved slightly.

But this contains a wealth of information.

This can be roughly translated as, "Are you kidding me?"

Helian Shu raised an eyebrow.

The middle-aged man, as strong as a city wall, crossed his arms and had a subtle expression on his face that said, "Are you telling a joke here?"

Liu Tingchao burst out laughing.

"Old Wang, have you been smoking too much? Are you getting a little confused?"

She tilted her head, her tone teasing: "Someone who could beat Old Su to a pulp? What kind of person is that, a demigod?"

"no."

Wang Cang shook his pipe.

"A saint?"

"No, not exactly."

"What is that?"

"A little kid." Wang Cang held up one finger and slowly added, "He should be eighteen this year."

The screen fell silent again, but this silence was different from the previous one.

The previous silence was due to "thinking".

This silence was because they thought they had misheard.

Su Changqing broke the silence first, letting out a soft chuckle from under his hood. The chuckle was short and light, but it contained a wealth of meaning.

"Wang Cang".

He called out the name first, omitting even the word "old".

"Are you kidding me?"

Su Changqing's tone remained calm, but Zhang Daoxuan clearly detected a hint of displeasure.

It wasn't that I was angry, but I felt looked down upon.

"Even at my worst, I am still a demigod."

"I personally killed no fewer than three otherworldly demigods."

"You're telling me now—that an eighteen-year-old brat can beat me to a pulp?"

After saying that, he gave a very faint smile: "Old Wang, no matter how much you praise the younger generation, you don't have to go this far with your fabrications, do you?"

Helian Shu did not speak.

But the expression on his square face made his thoughts crystal clear—he agreed with Su Changqing's point of view.

One hundred out of ten.

An eighteen-year-old kid fighting a demigod?

Why don't you say he hit the source?

However, Wang Cang's reaction to Su Changqing's questioning surprised everyone.

The old man didn't rush to refute.

He slowly pulled the pipe out of his mouth, tapped the ash on the sole of his shoe, and then looked up at the faces on the screen that showed disbelief, doubt, or disdain.

"You really shouldn't disbelieve me."

Wang Cang's tone suddenly changed.

They were laughing and joking just a moment ago, but now they've suddenly become serious.

"You're really not good enough."

"because--"

He paused for a moment, as if giving himself enough room to maneuver before continuing: "That little guy has already killed a demigod."

In just a few words, he had already killed a demigod.

But the moment those words came out of Wang Cang's mouth, the atmosphere in the seven images on the screen changed simultaneously.

Su Changqing's faint smile froze on the spot.

Helian Shu froze, his arms crossed.

Liu Tingchao slowly straightened his head, which had been tilted to the side.

Even the usually silent Shen Wuyuan slightly turned his gaze.

The entire communication channel of the Night Watch Star Chart was so quiet that Zhang Daoxuan's breathing could be heard.

Author Lu Chen1's latest work, "A Bizarre Job Change and Calamity: The Nation Begs Me to Be More Modest," is exclusively published on Cola Novels!