# 826
Chapter 827: Cangnan Survivors
Fang Mo's action left Lu Baoyou, the members of Night Watch squad, and the instructors secretly observing from the shadows completely stunned.
What was going on with this batch of recruits?
The situation was truly incomprehensible...
Cangnan Survivors?
Upon hearing these four words, Lin Qiye seemed to recall something, and surprise flickered in his eyes.
"You were born in Cangnan?"
Cangnan was Lin Qiye's hometown, and also the Mortal Divine Realm he had created using the Seraph's divine power.
Fifteen years ago, the Foreign Gods had动用【湿婆怨】, erasing every existence in Cangnan City. As a survivor, Lin Qiye inherited the Seraph's Mortal Divine Realm, using a miracle to extend this city's life.
The dead were revived, the destroyed buildings were reconstructed—in that miraculous divine realm, all destruction seemed as if it had never happened.
Until ten years later... the day the divine power of the Mortal Divine Realm was exhausted.
Cangnan City dissolved into golden motes of light, vanishing between heaven and earth. Along with it disappeared the Cangnan City residents who had been saved by the miracle.
However, the children born to those rescued Cangnan residents during those ten years existed completely independent of the Mortal Divine Realm. Even after the entire city vanished, these children survived...
This was the ten years of bloodline continuation that Lin Qiye had brought to Cangnan.
The children born during those ten years, born within the miracle and raised within the miracle, were also called the Generation of Miracles.
Their parents existed because of the miracle. When they were in their mothers' wombs, the blood flowing through their bodies, the flesh shaping their forms, and the souls that emerged were all imbued with the气息 of "miracle."
This was also why Lin Qiye felt such familiarity with this youth.
The youth truly and genuinely carried Lin Qiye's power and aura within him. He existed because of Lin Qiye—this relationship transcended blood ties, representing an even closer bond...
"That's right." Fang Mo raised his head to look at Lin Qiye. "My name is Fang Mo."
The second day after Cangnan was erased—the second day after Lin Qiye restarted Cangnan through the Mortal Divine Realm.
"Why is the miracle power in your body so concentrated?" Lin Qiye asked in confusion. "When I was in Cangnan, I encountered other children born during those ten years. The miracle aura in their bodies was very faint—they should have been nearly imperceptible."
"My master said I was born on the second day after Cangnan was erased, so the miracle power I carry is especially concentrated." Fang Mo replied. "Moreover, through my master's guidance and cultivation, the miracle power has been continuously purified, making it more concentrated."
The second day after Cangnan was erased—the second day after Lin Qiye restarted Cangnan through the Mortal Divine Realm.
At that time, everything in Cangnan City was reconstructed by miracle power, not weakened by the passage of time—it was at its absolute peak.
So that's why... Lin Qiye contemplated this.
"Your master? Who is your master?"
Upon hearing this question, Fang Mo's expression grew serious. He lowered his voice and respectfully replied: "My master... is the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao—Yang Jian."
Yang Jian?!
Upon hearing these two words, Lin Qiye first froze, then reacted.
This child... is Yang Jian's disciple?
He's a disciple of Great Xia's god?
At this moment, Lin Qiye did not yet know what the name Yang Jian represented, nor the person hidden behind these two characters—a person so familiar to him...
"Get out of my way!" Lu Baoyou glared at Fang Mo, coldly speaking. "After I settle my grudge with him, I'll kill you!"
Fang Mo's brow furrowed. He turned to stand in front of Lin Qiye, his resolve firm as he declared: "I've told you—you're not worthy of making Seven Nights大人动手！"
"You—!" Lu Baoyou raged.
Just then, Lin Qiye reached out and gently patted Fang Mo's shoulder.
Fang Mo froze, turning to look back. He saw Lin Qiye smile faintly at him: "Child, step behind me. This is a grudge between him and me. Let me resolve it myself."
Saying this, without waiting for Fang Mo to respond, Lin Qiye stepped forward, switching their positions.
"Since you're so eager to kill me, I'll give you a chance... a chance for a fair duel."
Lin Qiye unbuckled the White Slash at his waist and casually tossed it to Fang Mo behind him. His hands grasped at empty air, two magic circles unfurling, and a pair of familiar Straight Blades settled steadily into his grip.
He wore a deep crimson cloak, walked upon the night, held twin blades in hand, and calmly walked toward Lu Baoyou.
"Same realm, same weapons—I will fight you using only the Mortal Divine Realm."
Lu Baoyou understood the first two sentences, but he failed to grasp what "using only the Mortal Divine Realm" truly meant...
"Fine!" Upon hearing these words, the fighting spirit in Lu Baoyou's eyes reignited.
His gaze swept across the new recruits eyeing the situation greedily nearby. His brow furrowed as he spoke chillingly: "All you trash, get the hell back! I said it's a fair duel—if any of you dare to ambush him while we're fighting, then even if I win, I'll cut off your heads!
Get lost!!"
For this last shout, Lu Baoyou infused it with the divine authority of a fallen angel. Crimson light blazed from his eyes, and the overwhelming pressure caused the nearby recruits to unconsciously swallow, retreating dozens of steps.
In the center of the chaotic training ground, a wide open space was cleared.
Lin Qiye raised an eyebrow.
"Come."
He said lightly.
Swoosh—!!
Behind Lu Baoyou, those dark crimson wing silhouettes materialized. With a forceful flap, his entire body shot toward Lin Qiye at staggering speed.
His speed was too fast—the surrounding recruits couldn't react in time. By the time Lu Baoyou reappeared, he had already brought his blade to Lin Qiye's front, blade light flashing brilliantly.
This strike—if it had been any of the present recruits, ninety-five percent couldn't have withstood it...
Of course, Lin Qiye clearly wasn't among them.
Through the Mortal Divine Realm's spiritual perception and terrifying dynamic vision, Lin Qiye clearly discerned Lu Baoyou's movement and blade trajectory. He floated lightly to the side, sidestepping half a step to evade the blade, then swung both Straight Blades in his hands, unleashing a crescent of light that swept toward Lu Baoyou.
Lu Baoyou's dark crimson wings on his back flared. His figure shot skyward rapidly. Meanwhile, a strange glint flickered in his eyes as the power of corruption attached itself to Lin Qiye's two Straight Blades through an invisible Forbidden Ruins.
It was as if Lin Qiye sensed something. He abruptly released the blades in his hands.
The next moment, on the handles of both Straight Blades, two grotesque maws simultaneously snapped open, revealing crimson fangs that frantically gnawed at the air, producing an earsplitting grinding sound.
If Lin Qiye had been even a fraction of a second slower in releasing the blades, his two hands would have already been devoured.