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Chapter 272: Thunderous Methods, Compassionate Heart
Chapter 272: Thunderous Methods, Compassionate Heart
With a single slash, he soared into the sky, his battle intent fierce and unwavering.
Cursing the heavens for their injustice, his malevolent aura erupted at its peak.
Without hesitation, he unleashed a head-on strike.
"Get lost, you bastard!"
The man attempted to escape using the Blood Ignition Technique, a last-ditch effort after sustaining severe injuries. Enduring several blows, he managed to break through the encirclement and flee, only to encounter an ambush here, leaving him dumbfounded.
"Why didn't you just follow the main group instead of setting up an ambush here?" he thought, utterly surprised.
The dense malevolent aura that engulfed him sent chills down his spine.
In a moment of fury and desperation, he shouted, "Get out of my way!"
His sword struck with full force.
The clash of blade and sword created a dazzling flash in the night sky, followed by a thunderous boom.
Fang Che let out a painful grunt, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward like a deflating ball, crashing through two walls before slamming into a tree with his back.
The man in the air fared even worse, his forward momentum abruptly halted by Fang Che's strike, causing him to retreat three zhang mid-air.
"Wah!" he cried, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
Stars swam before his eyes, and his vision blurred.
He was speechless, having barely escaped with his life, only to encounter this reckless fool.
His plan had been to rush into the inn, capture some ordinary people to feed on their blood for recovery, and then go into hiding. If necessary, he would take hostages.
But all his plans were shattered by that single strike.
His flight was halted, and he couldn't catch his breath as his body fell uncontrollably.
Despair filled his face.
Swish, swish, swish...
Three Archduke-level experts from the Guardian Pavilion arrived swiftly, surrounding the man in a triangular formation.
There was no escape! The three experts felt an immense sense of relief, never expecting that among them was a hidden Archduke who had managed to escape their three-pronged attack.
They were fortunate indeed.
If not for the young administrator who had bravely blocked one of the attacks, this demon lord, severely injured, might have escaped into the residential area, leading to unimaginable consequences.
With the demon lord's strength, hundreds or even thousands of ordinary people could have easily perished.
The man on the ground continued to spit out blood, his hideous face contorted with rage.
"It's fate! It's fate!" he growled, glaring at the direction where Fang Che had been knocked away.
Shaking, he exclaimed, "You won't live either! You won't live!"
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock as he stared ahead, his mouth agape, unable to speak.
In the ruins, Fang Che leaned on his sword, slowly stepping out and lifting his head. "Who do you think won't live?"
The man stared at Fang Che in disbelief, his eyes wide with anger. "How are you still alive? Why aren't you dead?"
Fang Che, still leaning on his sword, panted, "Don't waste time talking to him. He's just stalling for recovery... Kill him quickly!"
The three Archdukes instantly realized the situation and attacked simultaneously.
The demon sect member roared in anger, "You little brat, you deserve to die..."
But his voice was soon drowned out by the relentless attacks of the three Archdukes.
After a series of strikes, the man's body became a pile of mush, collapsing onto the ground.
Even in death, his eyes remained fixed on Fang Che with intense hatred.
He wanted to curse, but no words came out.
He fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Twenty-seven people, and not a single one escaped!"
One of the Archdukes approached Fang Che with a smile, expressing gratitude. He personally channeled his energy to heal Fang Che's injuries, saying, "Well done, Fang Administrator! We three shamelessly claim one-tenth of the merit for this Archduke-level achievement. The remaining seven-tenths are all yours!"
"You're too kind," Fang Che replied.
"It's not kindness," the Archduke insisted. "If not for you, at least a hundred people would have died at the hands of this demon lord. We feel ashamed for letting him escape. We have already failed in our duty."
"Alright, then," Fang Che agreed.
Fang Che, with a grimace, said, "These past few days have been plagued by bad luck, with injuries one after another."
He had just consumed a Cloud Spirit Pill.
After all, the demon lord was an Archduke, and although he was nearly spent, his full-power strike could have easily taken Fang Che, a Handsome Rank Second Grade, with him!
"To survive a direct clash with an Archduke is a testament to Fang Administrator's advanced cultivation."
Assured of Fang Che's well-being, the crowd began to clean up the battlefield and search the area.
Fang Che had just crashed through two walls of the inn, where a family huddled together in a corner, trembling in fear as they watched Fang Che and the others.
This family could be considered the unluckiest of all.
It was already late at night.
The family was fast asleep when a loud boom shattered the bedroom wall, creating two gaping holes.
From the east wall to the west wall, a path had been carved!
Fortunately, the house hadn't collapsed, and no one was hurt, but it was clear that it was uninhabitable.
"You must be terrified," Fang Che said as he moved his body, placing a ten-thousand-tael silver note on the ground.
"After sunrise, go to the Guardian Pavilion. As for this, take it and buy something nice for the children."
"Administrator... we... we dare not..." the family stammered.
"Take it," Fang Che insisted. "Gather your valuables and be cautious of the roof; it might collapse."
Fang Che sighed, standing up and speaking softly, "Quickly collect the silver note, and don't let others see it... Life is tough, so cherish it."
"Thank you, Administrator!" the family members bowed repeatedly, tears streaming down their faces, their hearts filled with warmth.
The others, including Zuo Guanglie, watched silently.
"Fang Administrator... a compassionate heart," one of the Archdukes remarked.
Zuo Guanglie nodded in agreement, filled with admiration. "Against demon lords, he wields thunderous methods, but towards commoners, he shows a compassionate heart. Fang Administrator is our role model."
"Many of those who captured the demon lord at the Guardian Pavilion rarely stayed to pacify the local populace."
"Naturally, the officials would handle the situation, and there's a dedicated department responsible for compensating the people."
"There are people like Fang Che who are so considerate, but... not many."
At this moment, the clean-up crew had returned with their report.
"In total, twenty-seven people were identified, some of whom are from the headquarters of the Orthodox Church. The leader, an Archduke, is a revered figure in the Three Saints Sect."
The crowd sighed, feeling a bit disheartened. "It's not the Night Demon Sect... What's the use of the Three Saints Sect? It's just a matter of accumulating merit."
"Let's wrap things up and head back to rest."
"I've got your back, Fang Executor."
"Okay."
The crowd quickly returned, and the officials had already arrived to take over.
A ray of dawn lit up the eastern sky.
A family in the ruins bid farewell to Fang Che and the others with grateful eyes, bowing deeply in gratitude.
...
"Where did you get your healing elixir, Fang Executor? It's incredibly effective!"
As Zuo Guanglie carried Fang Che on his back, he could sense the rapid recovery of Fang Che's vital energy.
"A senior gave it to me..." Fang Che sighed. "I've used two of these life-saving treasures in just three to four days. My heart bleeds at the thought of it..."
"As long as it saves lives, that's what matters. These things are priceless."
Zuo Guanglie couldn't help but feel envious.
However, he knew that no one would have an abundance of such precious items.
Since Fang Che had already used two, there were probably only one or two left. So, Zuo Guanglie expressed his envy but didn't make any unreasonable demands.
One pill was worth a life.
How could he ask for it? Who would have the audacity to do so? Anyone with some experience would know better than to ask.
Upon returning to the Guardian Pavilion, Zuo Guanglie and the others went to report, while the person in charge of verifying merit immediately set out to do so.
Fang Che arrived early at the Executor Hall and took his seat, meditating for a while before taking a quick nap.
Inside, there were over sixty executors who had been on duty throughout the night.
Each of them stared at Fang Che with eyes as wide as a rabbit's.
"Fang Executor, so early?"
"What do you mean early? I didn't sleep at all last night."
"Fang Executor went out to earn merit again... Sigh, we stayed up all night and didn't earn a single point of merit... It's like we wasted our time."
Hong Erpangzi—or rather, Hong Ercizi—looked utterly miserable.
This guy was always foul-mouthed.
He often flirted with the female executors, from the elderly ones in their seventies and eighties to the young and beautiful ones in their twenties. No matter their appearance, he never held back his flowery words.
Despite being beaten up countless times, he never changed his ways.
However, Fang Che only realized today that his foul mouth was the same with men.
Leaning on his head, he said with a chill, "If your fat body could be exchanged for merit, you'd probably be a Hall Master by now."
Hong Ercizi: "..."
Fang Che said, "If your flirtatiousness could be exchanged for merit, you'd probably have been promoted to headquarters by now."
The crowd: "Hahahahaha..."
The laughter nearly blew the roof off the hall.
For the first time, they realized that Fang Che could be even more foul-mouthed than Hong Ercizi, and he was much more impressive.
Hong Ercizi looked utterly defeated.
Not only could he not beat Fang Che in a fight, but he also couldn't outdo him in foul language...
He was so upset he wanted to cry!
...
That day, starting from midnight, the Heavenly Escort Bureau sprang into action.
Various renovations were carried out swiftly.
In the courtyard, a row of small houses sprang up in an instant.
A majestic gatehouse was erected with a 'duang,' exuding a powerful and domineering aura. A large plaque was nailed to the entrance, and the entire street was illuminated by its golden glow! The decorations were completed in a flash.
These little demon lords were all wealthy, spending money like water. They used their own funds to purchase items for the company's renovation, only buying the most expensive and luxurious items!
They only bought high-end goods and never settled for less!
They bought whatever was needed without asking the price.
Their primary focus was speed!
Everyone was full of energy.
A few of them even bought the surrounding courtyards.
Then, they bulldozed everything, including the trees, with their sheer strength.
The compound walls shot up three zhang high like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
The flag of the Heavenly Escort Bureau soared high, fluttering in the wind.
There were also smaller flags, two rows of them, stretching from the entrance to the main hall, then splitting into a wing-like formation, circling around the backyard and the training ground.
All of them were crafted from the finest steel.
The most expensive silk was used to embroider the name of the Heavenly Escort Bureau, creating a magnificent display.
Even when there was no wind, several Handsome Rank masters were assigned to use their palm wind to keep the flags flying, ensuring they never hung limp like dead fish.
The ground of the main hall was paved with large white jade tiles.
The walls were adorned with paintings and calligraphy by renowned artists.
The chief escort's throne towered high, made entirely of gold. It was upholstered with thick fur from an eighth-rank spirit beast, a white tiger. The armrests were two purple-gold dragon heads, exuding a mighty and fierce aura.
The entire hall exuded an air of luxury, sophistication, and elegance.
The windows were spotless, and the furniture was immaculate.
The tea sets used for guests were made from spirit crystals, and there were over a dozen backup sets.
The tea leaves were of the highest quality, costing tens of thousands of silver taels per pound, yet the demon lords complained that they couldn't find good tea on the White Cloud Continent.
In the main hall, weapon racks displayed various swords, spears, and other weapons, each a divine artifact gleaming with a cold light.
...
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