"Yes."

Emperor Liana didn't mind.

She directly left with the witches cleaning the slimes.

"Master!"

Tang Meng called out directly, pretending to be very cute and obedient.

Fu Qingjun was speechless with people who were so naturally familiar, big sis, can we not be so shameless?

He said calmly, "The world is balanced in everything. To gain, there must be sacrifice. You must give up the most important thing. Be prepared."

"My most important thing?"

Tang Meng was taken aback, instinctively looking at both parties' physiques.

She struggled for a while before nodding, after all, being alive was already a great fortune, not to mention, he looked quite handsome, although a bit small in stature...

"Close your eyes, there might be some pain, prepare yourself mentally." Fu Qingjun said.

Tang Meng was dumbfounded, then solemn, thinking this sect practice might be from the Joyful Union Sect, but she thought maybe she had read too many fanfics, and actually had a bit of expectation, maybe she had some SM potential.

Soon, she began chanting the lines Fu Qingjun taught, saying earnestly, "Praise the Void Nameless God!"

She closed her eyes, kept chanting, and felt a pain on top of her head.

Ah!

She opened her eyes in confusion, looking at herself in the mirror.

At that moment, she knew she lost her most precious thing.

"My hair..." Tang Meng was completely dumbfounded.

Her brain was frozen, standing still.

The mirror showed her originally sparse long black flowing hair, suddenly bald in the middle with a big round patch.

Exposed the smooth scalp, with one silly hair sticking out in the center.

"!!!"

At this moment, shock, confusion, dumbfounded....like a jar of mixed emotions overturned, all boiled down into a face full of question marks.

"???"

She wore bewilderment on her face.

Fu Qingjun saw her facial expression change and thought it was a pity she wasn't acting in UC's Shock Department.

"Master, this?" she croaked.

"This is the medium of ancient deities and demons, using it you can gain endless wisdom and knowledge." Fu Qingjun said seriously, explaining softly, "This is the gift within my capability."

Gift...

"Thank you...teacher." Her voice grew hoarser.

She had barely prepared herself mentally, single since birth for 27 years, yet not becoming a remaining fighter wasn't all bad, she had seen plenty of fanfic unfoldings where the female protagonist loses herself...

And it turned out to be this?

Bald-initiated plot, she had never seen that before, really!

This hair is a lifetime affair, how will she face people in the future?

But indeed, hair is the most precious thing, she thought wrongly.

"Reality is not a fanfic." Her mind was all over the place, likely due to the major blow causing a complete brain freeze.

"Dare I ask, our sect is named..." she asked expressionlessly.

Is it the Disaster from Above?

Still in the Demon Sect's Bright Summit, in charge of one layer among the Eighteen Heavens—Xie Dingtian?

Fu Qingjun, not knowing what Tang Meng was thinking, said seriously, "Hair is the extension of the soul, the tentacles of the spirit, the sensory pipeline of consciousness... you can enter the Divine Demon Night Banquet to understand the ultimate end of life."

"I see."

A tinge of fear stained Tang Meng's heart, her pupils widened, "Anything that transacts with the divine and demon exhibit this hairstyle... this ancient nameless god, traversing countless histories, could it be?"

"In that case, Uncle Wang next door, middle school Chinese teacher, university mentor Professor Li..."

"No wonder!"

"No wonder they're so smart!"

"Wait, if an ancestor had once joined this civilization, his descendants might gradually inherit it, does that mean I also?"

She sensed a horrific history, human history was never simple.

She was still immersed in her inner shock and collapse, but soon through statements and various things, she quickly realized the horror within.

Until this being left, she didn't snap out of it.

...

In the room.

"Tang Meng, I could only help her to this point." Fu Qingjun slowly opened his eyes, "My shelter in the Doomsday District is already finalized, accommodating ten billion people."

The Fourth Realm, Hearer of the Dao civilization!

After going through the Sunflower Dynasty, Witch Dynasty, Demon Realm Dynasty's succession, it has thoroughly set straight.

What's above the earth's fog?

"Let me go explore a bit then." Fu Qingjun's lips curved into a smile, as he left the room, looking at the sunlight outside.

He continued towards the canteen.

Every day he stuck to a routine, going to the canteen to eat, managing sect accounts, returning to research the other side.

Earth's savior life felt that monotonous.

At the canteen, he saw Baiyu and others already waiting.

At the dining table, Baiyu said, "Boss, recently many Martial Dao aristocratic families and clans have shown intentions, saying the daughters in their house are of marriageable age..."

Fu Qingjun was eating heartily, unconcerned, "What do they want?"

"Here are their photos and profiles, if you fancy any you can meet them." Baiyu said seriously, "Of course, they also request a photo of you and a profile."

Matchmaking, huh?

Fu Qingjun hadn't expected this aspect.

However, right now he was quite sought after.

After all, though he had broken through to "Grandmaster", under the aura perception nobody dared to trouble his gang, in fast growth, but still some things to pay attention to.

He casually flipped through the photos, had to admit these aristocrats' genes and lineage were remarkably pure, every one a Martial Dao beauty with great temperament.

But he was only eighteen, it seemed a bit early.

"If they want my photo, there's none, can't be bothered to visit a photo studio, just note, handsome... is enough." Fu Qingjun planned to quickly handle these matters at the dining table.

"As for my profile."

Fu Qingjun took a pen, pondered for a moment, honestly writing:

"Fu Qingjun, 27-year-old, residing in Du Guan Town, unmarried, managing Miao Chun Hall, a contemporary local sect leader."

"Life routine highly regular, daily commute between residence and canteen, at six in the morning, noon, seven in the evening, ten at night, eats at the canteen while handling gang affairs on the side, diet is thirty-seven pounds, mixed meat and vegetables."

"A mundane sect leader, aside from cultivation, spends five hours dining each day, gets eight hours of sleep, life highly regular, occasionally watches world civilization changes, everyone says I maintain health-minded..."

Fu Qingjun handed over this simple profile and went back to his meal.

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