Chapter 1009 - 369: Go Forth and Proudly Speak of Your Origins!

The family is an ordinary one, yet it is quite rare to nurture such a young Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Then came the gratitude for Fang Qingyu, for what he has done for all the ordinary people in their City of Injustice...

Thank you for Fang Qingyu’s kindness.

Finally, he earnestly asked Fang Qingyu to accept him.

Below was a clear and powerful dark red thumbprint.

The letter is not long, and the wording cannot be called elegant.

In some places, the words are even a bit clumsy, but the sincere gratitude, the expectations for his son, and the earnestness to follow Fang Qingyu that seeped through the lines weighed heavily on the paper and on Fang Qingyu’s heart.

The bright red fingerprint was more like a silent vow and entrustment.

Fang Qingyu silently looked at the letter.

For a long while, he slowly lifted his head.

His gaze fell back on the face of the young man in front of him, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

His mouth slowly curved into a gentle arc, with a smile of approval and expectation.

He reached out and lightly patted the thin shoulder of the young Xia Ze.

"Xia Ze?"

Fang Qingyu called his name.

"Yes! Captain Fang!"

Xia Ze straightened his body abruptly, responding loudly, his eyes bursting with uncontrollable excitement.

"Good name." Fang Qingyu nodded, his voice clear, "Go. Do you see that guy over there, the one with the loudest voice and the largest build?"

He pointed to Chu Kuanglan, who was commanding the crowd with a voice like a great bell, "Go find him, and say Fang Qingyu told you to follow him."

"Yes!!"

Xia Ze’s voice was altered by joy.

He abruptly bowed ninety degrees to Fang Qingyu, then turned and ran frantically towards Chu Kuanglan, as if afraid the opportunity would slip away if he was a step too slow.

Fang Qingyu watched as the young boy’s energetic figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

In his hand, he still held the piece of paper.

A wave of warmth silently rose in his heart.

In this city he once thought was only left to decay.

Someone eventually saw the light.

And was willing to follow this light.

This pure trust and expectation touched him more than any praise.

He carefully folded the wrinkled but weighty piece of letter paper.

He put it into the pocket close to his chest.

As time passed, the boarding at the port was nearing completion.

In the eastern sky, the fish-belly white gradually expanded, tinged with a faint golden-red hue, dawn was about to break.

Most of the cabins of the Ark of Hope were already filled with people and supplies, and the deck was also crowded with people.

The engine began to emit a low, powerful preheating roar.

Just at that moment...

From the far end where the port connected to the city streets, an unusual commotion suddenly arose.

The commotion initially sounded like rolling thunder, quickly turning into the roar of a surging tide.

Only to see countless heads emerging like torrents on the main road leading to the port from a distance.

Not just dozens or hundreds, but thousands and tens of thousands!

A dense mass rushing towards the port.

This sudden and terrifyingly massive crowd left both the people not yet boarded and the Cyan Dragon Gang members maintaining order at the port stunned.

Many instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons, faces showing signs of vigilance.

Chu Kuanglan’s roar also stopped abruptly.

His eyes glanced into the distance.

"What’s going on?!"

"Enemy attack?!"

"Doesn’t look like it, they aren’t holding weapons!"

The tense atmosphere instantly spread.

However, when the massive crowd surged to about a hundred meters from the port entrance, they suddenly came to a stop.

Tens of thousands of eyes urgently searching among the densely packed crowd.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person in the crowd pointed to the shadow at the edge of the dock, shouting excitedly:

"There! Thunder God!! Captain Fang is there!!!"

This shout immediately focused everyone’s gaze on Fang Qingyu.

Immediately, the massive crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer, starting once again, surging towards where Fang Qingyu was standing.

The Cyan Dragon Gang members responsible for guard instinctively wanted to block them.

But were stopped by a gesture from Wei Banmeng.

She could feel that these people had no malice.

The crowd stopped again about a few dozen meters from Fang Qingyu, forming a dense human wall.

Most of them were Transcendents.

The port fell into a strange silence.

At this moment, a brawny middle-aged man in the crowd, with an aura around Tier Three, took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength towards Fang Qingyu, with a voice clear, overpowering all the noise:

"Captain Fang, how many people can you take this time??"

This question.

The port instantly fell silent.

Thousands of eyes already on board, tens of thousands of eyes on the human wall at the port.

All looked at the figure standing at the edge of the dock.

Fang Qingyu was also stunned by this sudden scene.

He stood there, starry eyes slightly widened, looking at this crowd in front of him.

Silent.

Then, Fang Qingyu spoke.

"Ten thousand."

"I can take ten thousand."

After a brief silence...

Cheers swept through the entire port.

Because this meant, there were still thousands of opportunities to follow Fang Qingyu.

"Long live Captain Fang!"

"Thunder God!!"

"Take me! Take me!"

The crowd boiled over.

For this city on the edge of the world, about to face the threat of Life Ghost and God.

Following a leader who is at his prime, with unlimited potential, to a place with order and hope to fight and survive.

This opportunity itself is irresistible.

As for the future...

Look at this young Thunder God in front of you.

His battle achievements, his growth speed.

Turning the tide at the Arctic, single-handedly annihilating the Celestial Punishment Association and God...

He is very likely, the next pinnacle force to support the backbone of humanity.

Follow him.

To fight to the death, to live.

To proudly tell of your origin.

To live, or die, with dignity!

This thought spread like wildfire.

Igniting these... Transcendents hidden in the dark for so long.

They pushed and shouted, trying to squeeze forward.

But with an unprecedented shyness and caution.

Afraid of offending the young god who would decide their fate.

They truly lacked confidence.

Unsure if their value would be chosen.

Unsure if they could adapt to a new world after leaving this swamp.

But the desire to change by instinct.

Drove them to gather here.