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Chapter 319: Fang Che's Social Death, Volcanic Eruption, and Cold Sword Sect (Part 2)
Chapter 319: Fang Che's Social Death, Volcanic Eruption, and Cold Sword Sect (Part 2)
His entire body is filled with an unprecedented strength. With a single palm strike, his power is several times stronger than before.
"Martial Marquis! First-grade!"
He must have broken through with that earth-shattering sound.
Finally, he has reached the Martial Marquis level. Zuo Guanglie had imagined that when he broke through, he would drink alone, with Night Dream by his side, enjoying the moment...
But now... Night Dream is indeed by his side, but this way of accompanying him is a bit hard to describe...
Zuo Guanglie's celebratory mood is gone.
He doesn't feel any joy or excitement.
"I've reached the Martial Marquis level, but my heart feels like dead ashes."
If he says this out loud, everyone in the world would call him a show-off.
But... who could have guessed that this is Zuo Guanglie's genuine feeling! It comes from the depths of his heart, from the bottom of his lungs...
As he eats, he sighs.
Finally, he's full.
Zuo Guanglie returns to the study, opens the secret compartment, and puts away the good stuff—the pills, Thunder Spirit Tea, and Spirit Nourishing Pills. He then puts on the treasure robe that Chen Yin sent him.
"This is also a treasure robe... it's just a shoulder guard."
But it's better than nothing.
At least it can protect his chest, back, dantian, and lower abdomen...
Three swords and one knife.
Seventy-two flying daggers.
Zuo Guanglie leaves them there.
"For now, let's practice with the flying daggers."
"I won't need them for a while."
Zuo Guanglie puts on his custodian robe and a large cloak, and he can't help but spray some fragrance on himself.
With a serious expression, he heads out.
Night Dream is working hard. As soon as she sees Zuo Guanglie, her eyebrows curve into a smile, and she's about to laugh.
Zuo Guanglie glares at her, scolding, "Why are you laughing? Do you want me to cut you again?"
"No... no, no, no!"
Night Dream quickly flees in a puff of smoke.
Zuo Guanglie sighs in relief and hurries out. After taking ten steps, he hears Night Dream's clear laughter from the residence.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo..."
Suppressing the urge to go back and clean up the maid, Zuo Guanglie puts on a serious face and heads to his post.
Wherever he passes, he leaves a trail of fragrance.
After a while, someone walks by, sniffing in surprise.
"Huh... this... this is the scent of a famous courtesan who passed by here. This scent is so... hmm... I need to find her, this courtesan must be very charming..."
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At the Guardian Pavilion.
As soon as Zuo Guanglie enters, all eyes are on him.
It's so fragrant! Everyone looks at him in surprise.
Did Zuo Guanglie spend the night in a brothel?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Someone tsks twice.
Zuo Guanglie scans the room and, with a swift stride, grabs Hong Erquezi and gives him a good beating.
Hong Erquezi is confused.
This time, it's not his fault!
But... he's used to it.
He immediately hugs his head and covers his crotch, crouching on the ground.
He's strong, and he's stubborn.
He's fierce, and he's evil, but I'm full of true energy!
Boom boom...
After the beating, Zuo Guanglie coughs and says with a stern expression, "The maid is causing trouble... cough, she sprayed perfume."
Action: The man with a heart-stirring smile, his spiritual aura overflowing, said, "I understand, we understand!"
Jing Xiu Yun and the other women, with their keen senses, approached and sniffed, saying, "This really isn't the scent of cosmetics, nor the mixed fragrance of used cosmetics. It's not even a body scent... but this fragrance is quite pleasant."
Jing Xiu Yun asked, "Where did you buy this incense mist, Brother Fang? I'd like to buy a few boxes next time."
The other female disciples chimed in, "Me too, I'll buy a few boxes as well."
Brother Fang's face stiffened. "...”
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After patrolling half the city, Tang Zheng realized that Brother Fang still carried a strong killing intent.
Today, not a single person had been killed...
Why was the killing intent so heavy?
Seeing Brother Fang's demeanor, it seemed like he was looking for trouble with everyone he met.
Tang Zheng wisely remained silent, sensing the intense malice in Brother Fang's gaze directed at him.
They patrolled the streets all day.
Brother Fang still hadn't found a place to vent his anger.
Feeling frustrated, he thought that for such a matter, he would have to go to the branch office, where there would be more targets to release his pent-up energy.
As he was thinking, he headed towards the Guardian Pavilion to report.
Just then, a loud boom echoed, as if the entire continent was shaking, and the continent seemed to flip like a dragon.
Brother Fang stumbled and staggered.
Tang Zheng, who was beside him, fell on his buttocks.
Even some long-neglected residential areas, after this shake, suddenly collapsed!
White clouds of dust rose from the Baiyun Continent.
Shouts and screams suddenly filled the air.
In an instant, the entire city was in chaos.
Brother Fang felt puzzled, and he remembered the battle between Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao from some time ago. He thought, "Could it be that kind of peak battle between experts again?"
But he quickly dismissed the thought.
Because he had already seen.
In the south.
The sky seemed to darken, as if filled with demons and monsters. Thick black clouds rose rapidly.
Brother Fang let out a clear whistle, and his body suddenly leaped up, soaring dozens of zhang high, then paused in the air to catch his breath before surging up again, dozens of zhang high, looking into the distance.
In the faraway south, the sky and earth were shrouded in darkness, as if thick smoke was billowing upwards.
However, from this distance, it was hard to see clearly.
Soon, they heard the continuous rumbling sound of the earth's crust shaking. The dark smoke became denser and expanded faster.
There was no need for further investigation.
Brother Fang already knew what had happened.
He quietly landed, sighing heavily.
Judging from this situation... it seemed like a volcanic eruption.
Brother Fang couldn't help but feel puzzled and confused.
It had just snowed heavily here.
The mountain forests in the south should still be covered in ice and snow. There had never been any signs or news of a volcano on the Baiyun Continent.
What was going on?
But a volcanic eruption meant disaster for the common people!
At the very least, within a few hundred li, life would be difficult.
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At the Guardian Headquarters.
Ningxue Jian was receiving an unexpected guest.
"Why are you here?" Ningxue Jian couldn't believe it. This person, as cold as ice and hard as stone, would actually seek out his sect.
"I've come to discuss something with you." The person before him was the same white-robed man from the street.
His face was gaunt and handsome, with an otherworldly aura.
"What is it?" Ningxue Jian asked.
The white-robed man replied, "Brother Gu, if it's within your power, I'd appreciate your help."
The man behind him belonged to a superpower sect, neutral and not leaning towards either the Righteous Sect or the Guardians. They remained uninvolved in disputes.
However, Ningxue Jian was willing to forge a good connection. If there was something he could help with, he wouldn't refuse. After all, if the Righteous Sect recruited them, it would mean gaining many powerful enemies.
"How many disciples from your sect are there? I can make arrangements for them to leave the sect for training."
The white-robed man paused, then said, "Can you help with the arrangements?"
Ningxue Jian waved his hand confidently, "What's the difficulty? How many people are there? I'll make the arrangements."
"There are 17,500 people."
The white-robed man replied.
"No problem!"
Ningxue Jian agreed readily, waving his hand. "17,500 people? No problem!"
But as he spoke, Ningxue Jian suddenly stood up, his eyes widening in surprise.
He had thought it was 170 people... How could there be so many?
Every time your sect goes out, isn't it usually a few hundred people? Sometimes even a few dozen. Why so many this time?
"17,500 people. Is there a problem?" The white-robed man asked.
The problem was huge.
Ningxue Jian smiled bitterly. He was indeed a high-ranking and influential person, but this request was too much.
"What's their cultivation level?"
"Five generations of disciples are going out for training. There are five Sages, two hundred Venerables, one thousand five hundred Monarchs, eight thousand Royals, and the rest are Martial Marquises. Those with lower cultivation levels won't be coming out."
The white-robed man added, "Additionally, there's a Holy Venerable-level Elder leading them."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Ningxue Jian's eyes widened as he listened, and he almost popped out of their sockets. "This... what... you want to entrust all of them to us Guardians?"
"That's right."
The white-robed man replied calmly.
"I can't make this decision. Come, come, I'll take you to see Brother Jiu."
Ningxue Jian suddenly became excited.
What a huge force this was!
Over 17,500 people, with the lowest cultivation level being Martial Marquises! What a stroke of luck!
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Because he missed the opportunity to build a solid foundation in his youth, he needs to make up for it. But this kid is genuinely hardworking, practicing the sword for more than eight hours a day..."
Jing Xiuyun smiled like a blooming flower, saying, "In the future, hahaha... If he doesn't meet an untimely end, he should be able to go further than me."
Dong Fang Sansan nodded, "That's good."
On the side, Gu Changhan was stunned.
Jing Xiuyun acknowledged that her disciple would go further than herself? These words weren't spoken lightly!
Does that mean reaching Xue Fuxiao's level?
There's actually such a genius?
He went through the list of disciples in his mountain sect in his mind, and they were all exceptional. Among them were many super geniuses, but to say who had the potential to surpass him... It was truly hard to tell at the moment.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The Guardians indeed produced a stream of talented individuals, countless geniuses.
It seemed this disciple was found by Dong Fang Sansan for Jing Xiuyun.
Dong Fang Sansan, with a light touch, used Ding Jieran to strike at Gu Changhan, shattering his pride that 'all the disciples of our secluded sect are top-notch geniuses' without leaving a trace.
This made Gu Changhan say, "Elder Gu, now we are like family. Let's be open and honest with each other."
Gu Changhan gave a bitter laugh, "Please speak, Ninth Master."
"Heh... Ga!"
Jing Xiuyun laughed heartily.
Gu Changhan's face darkened.
"Go out."
Dong Fang Sansan looked at Jing Xiuyun and pointed outside.
"..."
Jing Xiuyun reluctantly shook her head and walked out.
She really wanted to continue hearing Gu Changhan call him Ninth Master... What a pity, what a pity.
"The Cold Sword Sect has been guarding its mountain gate for thousands of years, and it rarely sends out disciples for trials. But this time, almost all of them came out at once... There must be a reason."
Dong Fang Sansan smiled, "Moreover, this reason is not because of a great conflict or observing heavenly phenomena."
Dong Fang Sansan smiled mysteriously.
Gu Changhan's face turned red.
He coughed a few times.
He knew in his heart that the stories he made up were just excuses, and it was impossible to hide the truth from a wise person like Dong Fang Sansan.
"I can only say it's half-truth and half-lie."
Gu Changhan sighed, "First, the sect has been peaceful for a long time, and the disciples have not experienced life-and-death trials, so it's difficult for them to grow. Second, don't laugh at me, Ninth Master, but the sect has had internal conflicts for a long time. It's better to let them out to fight against the Demon Sect, to find a common enemy for everyone. Third, it's still a time of great conflict, and heroes emerge. If we don't participate, we might be eliminated."
Dong Fang Sansan smiled at him.
Her face clearly expressed: Keep making it up.
"Cough... There's also the fact that I met a person who touched my heart."
Gu Changhan spoke with embarrassment.
Dong Fang Sansan thought, It makes sense that he was stimulated.
Otherwise, why would a bunch of old turtles like you be moved?
She smiled, "Elder Gu should have a heart as solid as a rock. How could he be moved? It seems this person is extraordinary."
"This person is just a small protector of the grand hall."
Gu Changhan sighed, "Originally, my heart was indeed as solid as a rock. Many Guardians have come to find me, trying to persuade me, but I never wavered. But I don't know how, that day I was truly touched. Because I could feel that the little protector spoke from the bottom of his heart, with a genuine sense of grandeur."
"Usually, younger generations wouldn't dare to speak in front of me, but he dared to scold me to my face."
"Not only did he scold me, but he also made me feel... that he was right."
Dong Fang Sansan laughed heartily, secretly guessing who it was, "That's interesting, tell me more."
"That day I..."
Gu Changhan recounted the story and sighed, "I, Gu Changhan, never thought that I would be ashamed by a young man. After returning to the sect, I carefully considered and discussed with everyone..."
"It's also because of the internal conflicts within the sect, which became unbearable. So, I decided to let them all out."
Dong Fang Sansan silently nodded, thinking, It's indeed Fang Che.
Suddenly, her heart was filled with joy.
Fang Che's contribution is undeniable.
Instantly, Dong Fang Sansan felt even happier.
She even felt the burden on her shoulders lighten.
If more sects like this could be brought over in the future... Hehe, Dong Fang Sansan thought, and a smile appeared on her face. This doesn't seem impossible.
"How many people are there in the Cold Sword Sect now?" Dong Fang Sansan asked.
"Including family members and the elderly, there are over sixty thousand people," Gu Changhan replied.
Dong Fang Sansan estimated, "So this time, over seventeen thousand people, which is about half of the disciples, came out?"
"Yes, all the disciples are divided into two groups. After this wave, they will have two years, and then we'll switch groups, ensuring the sect always has people."
Gu Changhan coughed.
Dong Fang Sansan could see he felt a little embarrassed, and she smiled, wanting to deepen Gu Changhan's guilt to continue bringing people out in the future. She said meaningfully, "The higher-ups probably didn't go out much, right?"
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(End of Chapter)
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