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Chapter 282: Extreme Breakdown
Chapter 282: Extreme Breakdown
Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi rushed out of the room like their butts were on fire, their faces on the verge of tears. Trembling, Zhao Wushang spoke, "Deputy Director Fang, Deputy Director Fang, this matter is not trivial..."
Fang Che stood tall on the stairs, not turning back, but speaking softly, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, I'm going to inspect the Southeast City. Let's meet over there. I hope you two will assist in eradicating the demonic disciples!"
His voice was soft, but his tone was resolute.
The black cloak fluttered in the wind.
Deputy Director Fang strode down the stairs with his long legs.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Each step he took on the stairs echoed like a warrior marching to the battlefield, beating the war drums.
Suddenly, the entire hotel fell silent.
Countless eyes filled with reverence watched as Deputy Director Fang descended the stairs calmly. One by one, they straightened their backs and then bowed simultaneously.
That black-clad figure was like a vast safe haven.
Just seeing that hint of black made them feel inexplicably secure!
An indescribable sense of peace!
Deputy Director Fang's figure had already strode out of the hotel's main entrance.
He stepped into the sunlight.
The black cloak shimmered and disappeared into the distance.
Inside the tavern, thunderous applause erupted.
Everyone could tell that Deputy Director Fang's words were sincere, coming straight from his heart and lungs. It was as if he had laid bare his innermost thoughts.
Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi stood at the top of the stairs.
Listening to the deafening applause below, they suddenly felt like dying.
Fang Che!
This time, you've really put us in a tight spot!
We just came to explain why we could accurately report the demonic heretics, but now we're being forced to play the hero here.
You said you accepted our explanation, so why... did you have to bring up so much more?
Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wushang exchanged glances, both thinking about the storm they would face upon returning.
Their hearts sank with despair.
How could the temperamental Starlight Commander bear such a situation? It was so hard to clear their names.
Their careers had just taken off!
Yet, Deputy Director Fang had dragged them into the vortex of war, and on the opposing side, no less!
This was like an endless day of humiliation!
The two of them felt like crying but couldn't shed a tear. They wished they could just hug and cry right there in the tavern.
...
Tang Zheng followed behind Deputy Director Fang, gazing at the tall, black-clad figure walking calmly ahead, and suddenly felt a surge of pride.
He felt like being behind this man imbued him with infinite holiness. He had never felt that his work was so meaningful and noble.
His blood boiled within him.
Tang Zheng wished a demonic heretic would appear before him; he would not falter and would fight to the death. He was not afraid to die!
He was not afraid to die!
Deputy Director Fang turned around.
Seeing Tang Zheng's face flushed with excitement, his eyes filled with adoration, and his body brimming with intense battle intent, Deputy Director Fang paused for a moment.
That intent to sacrifice himself for the continent's safety was palpable.
Then, he turned back around.
Earlier, I spoke to drag those two into this, but it seems I've gotten this guy all riled up...
But at times like this, interrupting him would be inappropriate.
"Perhaps, growth is possible. On this continent, the growth of any individual... is rare."
Deputy Director Fang's gaze was distant as he continued walking.
His previous words were partly to corner Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wushang, but mostly, they were also his heartfelt thoughts.
He truly expressed his innermost feelings, straight from his heart and lungs!
The Mountain Moving Sect, claiming to be a reclusive sect, neutral between good and evil, yet they were of such caliber.
What about the others?
On this vast continent, in the deep mountains and vast marshes, how many sects were there?
How many reclusive clans? They occupied the most magnificent and wondrous mountains and rivers, shrouded in mist, traversing the clouds and mist, self-proclaimed as outsiders, earthly immortals!
They enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world, considering it normal and their due.
But they turned a blind eye to all the ugliness in the secular world.
Their reason was that they were outsiders, untainted by mortal affairs.
Indeed, within these sects and clans, there were many who took action; however, on the surface, only the guardians and wardens fought and sacrificed generation after generation.
Deputy Director Fang deeply understood that despite the guardians and wardens' prominence, many clans were not under their jurisdiction.
Many sects' locations were unknown even to the upper echelons of the guardians.
Would they step in during the continent's turbulent times?
They would! Countless disciples were running, sacrificing, and fighting. This was undeniable and commendable.
But was this their full strength? Far from it!! Even the true upper echelons would not mobilize.
They would only watch coldly as the world changed, as the common folk suffered, and at most, sigh: "The heavens are changing."
Then they would return to their secluded cultivation, deaf to the world outside.
Within these vast sects, there were supreme powerhouses, some even stronger than Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiayang!
But... these people ignored the world's turmoil and the suffering of the masses.
Even if the world were to end, as long as you don't fight at his doorstep, he won't take action!
Unless you kill his son, he won't fight to the death with anyone!
In this vast world, where storms rage and clouds dissipate, and millions of lives hang in the balance, these people consider the sufferings of mortals as fleeting as passing clouds, not worth mentioning.
They don't value prosperity, wealth, fame, honor, or reputation. They don't care about life or death, and they have nothing to do with me.
Are these people truly without desires or ambitions?
Are they truly detached from the secular world? Try killing his wife, or his son, or destroying his mountain gate. They will still shout, "This grudge, this hatred, will not end until death!"
Fang Che couldn't understand these people, not in his past life or this one.
What's the point of cultivating for a lifetime? Is it just to wither away with the grass and trees? Helpless, powerless, and indignant, yet there's nothing he can do!
But in this life, I have a solution!
If you won't come out, I'll let the Night Demon find you and kill you!
If one doesn't come out, I'll kill a hundred!
Anyway, I'm just a demon lord!
...
In the afternoon, Fang Che took action four times in a row in the Southeast City, killing six Demon Sect heretics.
At the Merit Office, Fang Che's merits from killing a Demon Sect outpost at the Drum Tower, along with seven-tenths of the Archduke-level Demon's merits, earned him a total of 1,760 merit points.
With these points, Fang Che's total increased from 7,910 to 9,670.
He was just 30 points away from becoming a Second Rank Silver Star Elder.
On this day, he killed 15 elite demons, earning him another 1,500 merit points.
His total merit points reached 11,170, firmly securing his position as a Second Rank Silver Star Elder, with a significant surplus.
The Merit Office was in a hurry to calculate the points, and the Rewards Office was preparing the rewards.
His outstanding merits were undeniable.
They were just waiting for the Pavilion Master's seal and the Great Seal's stamp.
With that, he would officially become a Second Rank Silver Star Elder, and the Silver Star badge would shine on his collar.
Countless elders were envious, and their admiration reached its peak.
Fang Che was truly made of steel!
However, many were also concerned: "He's killed quite a few Demon Sect heretics. I wonder how he's protecting himself?"
If the Demon Sect seeks revenge, it's truly unimaginable.
Zhao Ying'er's face was filled with worry. She twisted her handkerchief, almost wringing out sweat.
She waited for Fang Che's return, wanting to remind him to be careful, to value his safety, and to take care of himself.
But Fang Che didn't return.
...
Zhao Wu Shang and Zheng Yunqi returned to the escort agency, looking like they had lost a loved one.
They walked like they were in a daze, their faces filled with doubt about life.
The bitterness on their faces and in their eyes was almost tangible.
The remaining little demons greeted them excitedly.
"Brother Zhao! Brother Zheng! You're back?"
"I heard you guys went drinking with Fang Che? Haha, how did it go?"
"We took out fifteen today! Haha... It's so damn satisfying and refreshing! Tomorrow it's my turn to inform on them, right? I know so many! Let's drag them all out and kill them!"
"Kill those bastards who informed on us!"
"..."
The little brothers were in high spirits, surrounding the two and chatting excitedly.
The two had expressions as if they wanted to cry out loud but couldn't. Their feet felt like they were dragging a thousand pounds, and they slowly shuffled forward.
They looked like they had lost a loved one, and they didn't say a word.
Finally, everyone else sensed that something was wrong.
"What... what's wrong?"
The two stared blankly, not speaking.
They dragged their feet into the room and slumped into chairs without a word, their eyes lifeless.
"What's wrong? Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, say something."
The others were anxious.
They had heard that the two of them had a great time, felt refreshed, and even drank with Fang Che for a whole afternoon. Fang Che was completely deceived by their lies, so how...
How did they look like this?
As if something terrible had happened.
"Don't mention it."
Zhao Wu Shang pouted, saying bitterly, "We... messed up."
"What? Doesn't Fang Che believe you?"
"It's not that he doesn't believe us..."
Zhao Wu Shang's face turned yellow with bitterness, as if he were about to spit blood. "The problem is... our lies were too convincing, and we ended up moving Fang Che..."
"Huh? What's going on?"
Everyone was confused.
"Fang Che was moved, isn't that a good thing?" someone asked, not understanding.
"Good... bullshit!"
Zhao Wu Shang's voice was filled with despair. "Precisely because he was so moved, Fang Che... wants to make us the model heroes of the Guardian Pavilion..."
"Huh?"
Everyone was shocked, with a surreal feeling like a monk who couldn't reach the top of his head.
Heroes? Models?
Is this... related to us?
(End of Chapter)
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