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Chapter 223: Returning to White Cloud Continent [Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Qingyun]
Chapter 223: Returning to White Cloud Continent [Bonus Chapter by Alliance Leader Qingyun]
"In the future, when I'm not at home, you should work harder and quickly improve your cultivation."
"Otherwise... the only thing waiting for us is death."
Fang Che's voice was low, and his mood seemed heavy.
Ye Meng, however, felt as if she had been pardoned, and quickly agreed, "Yes, Young Master."
Fang Che fell into a brief trance, then said, "The pursuers should have left by now, and they won't be able to find this place in such heavy snow... Let's go."
After checking the other end of the sealed cave entrance, Fang Che once again sealed it with a large boulder.
Then, the two of them left the cave.
They continued through the underground Mystic Spring, broke through the ice, and emerged onto the snowy ground.
Looking at the spring water, Fang Che was curious about what was buried beneath it, which had nurtured such a Mystic Spring.
Although the water was faint, there was definitely a reason for it.
But thinking of disturbing this place, he feared it might ruin this hiding spot, which would be a pity. So, he didn't move it.
During this day and night.
The One-Horned Serpent returned to its old territory, excitedly calling its hibernating and non-hibernating underlings to showcase its strength after leaving this place, and then reinforced their poison.
Then, it cultivated a new batch of underlings.
The defenses here were already well-established.
Setting aside these thoughts, he led Ye Meng through the snow.
They traveled in silence.
The snowstorm continued.
For a while, it grew heavier, then lighter, and then heavy again, covering everything densely.
"Such heavy snow, lasting for so long, hasn't occurred in our area for many years," Ye Meng said, finally able to use her full cultivation, feeling incredibly refreshed.
"I can finally live under the open sky!" she thought.
Fang Che looked at the silver-white world and smiled faintly, "Perhaps it's because my master died."
Ye Meng's heart was filled with silent criticism.
What did the death of a great demon have to do with the weather?
But she sighed, "What a pity for Master Sun, such a good person..."
Fang Che remained silent along the way, and soon they reached the place where they had encountered Sun Yuan the previous day. All around, countless trees were broken.
Fang Che stared at the scene in a trance.
Then, he began to dig through the snow on the ground.
However, he couldn't find the body.
After searching for a long time, he finally found a leg bone.
Fang Che's body trembled, and he clenched his lips.
He expanded his search area.
Finally.
Piece by piece, the bones were put together, and some seemed to have been violently shattered into several sections, scattered and broken.
Not a trace of flesh or blood remained.
Fang Che searched patiently.
Finally.
Standing before Sun Yuan's remains, he shouted, "Where's the head? Where's my master's head?!"
He had searched hundreds of zhang around, but he couldn't find Sun Yuan's head.
Where had the head gone?
Fang Che felt a surge of anger rising from the depths of his heart.
In an instant, his hair stood on end.
But he said nothing, only taking off his cloak and carefully wrapping Sun Yuan's remains.
They were just bones.
In life, he had been a tall and robust man.
But in death, he lay here, reduced to mere bones.
Fang Che planned to bury him at the Sun Family Ancestral Tomb. But before that, there was one more thing to do—find Sun Yuan's head.
The head couldn't have just disappeared.
And it was even less likely to have been shattered.
If it had been shattered, there would definitely be traces of it.
So, it must have been taken away by those people.
As for why they took Sun Yuan's head, Fang Che could guess: they wanted to force him out and eliminate future troubles.
Therefore, those people must be in White Cloud Continent.
Fang Che, carrying the bundle, stood in the wind and snow.
Looking into the distance.
That was the direction of White Cloud Continent.
He muttered through clenched teeth, "This is truly... you're taking the wrong path!"
"Let's go to White Cloud Continent!"
Fang Che's face was cold.
He slightly altered his appearance. In such heavy snow, with his changed appearance, a hood covering half his face, even if he encountered the other party, they might not recognize him.
But Fang Che altered his appearance once more.
Because at this critical moment, he couldn't afford to take any risks!
They hurried through the snowstorm.
As they approached White Cloud Continent, the heavy snow miraculously stopped.
But the snow on the ground was four feet deep.
It had caused a massive snow disaster, and for ordinary poor families, this snow was like a calamity sweeping across the land!
Outside the White Cloud Continent's city gates, tents had been set up to provide relief for the disaster-stricken people.
Various colors, patch upon patch.
Countless elders and children, shivering from the cold, their faces filled with despair, headed towards the relief area to get a meal.
Perhaps they could survive.
Fang Che's face was cold and hard as he walked towards the city gates.
He instructed, "Ye Meng."
"Yes."
"After returning, take out one million taels of silver and send it to the city gates to provide relief for the disaster-stricken people."
"Th... thank you, Young Master! Thank you, Young Master!"
Ye Meng suddenly felt delighted and relieved.
Had Fang Che finally shown his humanity? Was he turning over a new leaf?
Was he moved by Sun Yuan's death?
"No need to leave a name."
Fang Che said, "This way, when I kill people in the future, my heart will feel better. After all, today, I've saved tens of thousands of lives."
"..."
Ye Meng was speechless.
You're donating, but is it because you want to have a clear conscience when you kill in the future?
The lives of these people were saved by me, and it doesn't matter if I kill them, because without me, they would have died long ago. Is that how it is?
A demon lord is still a demon lord!
A dog can't change its habit of eating shit.
Ye Meng was speechless, cursing under her breath as she followed Fang Che towards the city gates.
But Fang Che suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He lifted his head and looked towards the direction of the city wall.
Ye Meng was startled and followed his gaze.
There, high on the city wall, a shining blade caught her eye.
A head with glaring eyes, weathered features, and disheveled hair was pierced by the blade, revealing a clear face.
The blade was stuck in the mouth of the head, which was then impaled on the city wall!
Ye Meng felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
This head belonged to Sun Yuan!
Sun Yuan had been killed, and his head was missing. It had been brought here and hung up!
No, it wasn't just hung up.
But... it was impaled!
Below, a white cloth with several words written in fresh blood: Demon Sect Fiend Sun Yuan!
At that moment, Ye Meng's heart filled with raging anger.
What kind of deep-seated hatred was worth such an act?
Both Ye Meng and Fang Che were of the General Rank, and their eyesight was exceptionally sharp.
From a distance, the scene was clear and distinct.
That blade was Sun Yuan's saber from his previous life!
Flying Blade!
The wind ceased, and the snow cleared, revealing a bleak sky.
In the cold, Sun Yuan's head showed no changes. Only frost had formed, freezing his hair into an ice layer.
One could clearly see Sun Yuan's ferocious expression, his eyes wide open, his face contorted, and his mouth wide open as if he were roaring.
The long blade shone brightly as it pierced through his mouth.
A gust of wind blew, causing Sun Yuan's hair to slightly flutter, but it was already frozen by the ice and snow, unable to move.
However, Sun Yuan's body remained motionless.
Fang Che's heart twitched violently for a moment.
At that moment, the pain pierced his heart, as if it had penetrated his bones.
But his face remained expressionless.
He patted the package behind him.
They followed the surging crowd into the city.
Ye Meng's beauty had clearly left an impression, and as soon as the guards saw this little maid, they smiled.
"Young Master Fang has returned."
"He's back."
Fang Che's expression was calm, but he looked worn out.
"You've become worn out on this journey."
"Try walking in this snowy weather for a few days and see if you don't become worn out."
"Hahaha... You'll definitely become worn out."
Fang Che laughed and said, "This time, I've added some new scenery."
He pointed and said, "There's an extra head. Which great hero did this? Demon Sect Fiend, tsk tsk..."
The guard smiled and said, "This matter, we really don't know... Suddenly, there's an extra head, and it's the Demon Sect Fiend's. The officials above considered that it was the work of a big shot among us guardians. Since there were no instructions from above, we'll let it hang there and let the world see."
Fang Che laughed heartily and said, "Not bad, not bad. The Demon Sect Fiend should be dealt with like this! Let the world see the consequences of being in the Demon Sect."
"Exactly!"
After a few words, they checked their travel permits and entered the city.
Along the way, Fang Che's expression was as calm as ever.
There was not a hint of fluctuation.
But Ye Meng, who was by his side, knew that Fang Che's inner emotions were not what he showed on his face.
However, he controlled all his emotions, speaking when he should speak, laughing when he should laugh, with a warm and cheerful smile, and a loud voice.
All the way back to the Scholar's Residence.
His eyes didn't even turn red.
Upon entering the Scholar's Residence, Fang Che placed the package on the floor.
Then he began to urge Ye Meng to clean up. "It's been several days since we came back. Sweep the floor. Start the stove. Then sweep the snow on the floor, it's so thick. Then go cook."
Then he personally wiped the weapons.
He cleared a space.
After that, he shook off the snow and walked into the living room, full of warmth.
He picked up the package and entered the study.
The door closed.
Then Fang Che's expression suddenly calmed down.
He placed Sun Yuan's body on the window recliner.
Before, when Fang Che was practicing, Sun Yuan liked to lie on this chair, swinging his legs and basking in the sun, with a content expression.
"Before I left, he asked me to become the second generation demon..."
Fang Che sighed at the package, "It's like this after coming back. Even his head was chopped off. Tell me, are you still a demon lord? Shouldn't you be selfish? Shouldn't you have pushed me out to take the blade and escape for your own life?"
The black package was placed on the recliner, its weight pressing down, causing the recliner to sway slightly.
It was as if Sun Yuan was still lying on it.
Facing Fang Che, who was smiling, she spoke.
"We, the Demon Sect people, are selfish and self-serving. During life-and-death moments, we sell out those around us for our own safety. This is a common occurrence..."
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(End of Chapter)
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