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Chapter 329: A Lifetime of Pain [10,000 Words] (Part 1)
Chapter 329: A Lifetime of Pain [10,000 Words] (Part 1)
As Fang Che's gaze swept over the scene, his face contorted in rage.
There, lying in perfect formation, were Zuo Guanglie and his nine brothers.
Unconscious.
Fang Che abruptly took three steps back, his eyes filled with disbelief.
But in his heart, he already understood everything.
The day he had feared the most, the moment he had dreaded, had finally arrived—today, at this very moment, in this very place.
His heart trembled.
Ever since he had joined the Guardian Pavilion, he had made a concerted effort to distance himself from everyone, especially Zuo Guanglie.
After their two collaborations, he had deliberately kept his distance from Zuo Guanglie.
No matter how close Zuo Guanglie and his brothers tried to get, Fang Che remained cold.
He was afraid that they might get into trouble because of him.
Fang Che sincerely hoped that Yin Shengong would consider him a lone wolf, someone without close associates, so that he wouldn't do anything to them.
But he never expected that this day would still come! And the unlucky ones were them.
Fang Che's heart sank.
Yin Shengong turned his head slightly to look at Fang Che's face, his expression unreadable. In a casual tone, he asked, "Do you know them?"
"Yes, I do," Fang Che replied.
Fang Che's face turned deathly pale as he struggled to say, "These ten people are all my subordinates from the Guardian Pavilion."
Yin Shengong nodded and said, "They're just insignificant, lowly individuals, not worth a second glance."
"Yes, they are weak and can't accomplish much," Fang Che agreed.
Fang Che coughed and tentatively asked, "Master, do you want me to take them... back?"
He tried to force a pleasing smile.
A hint of a smile appeared on Yin Shengong's face as he turned to look at Fang Che. His eyes were cold, "You... want to take them back?"
"I..."
Before Fang Che could finish, Yin Shengong raised his hand and slapped him.
Slap!
The slap was so hard that it sent Fang Che flying three zhang away, his body slamming into the cave wall before bouncing back and landing on the ground, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth and nose.
His ears itched, and blood trickled out from them as well.
Behind him, Mu Lin Yuan and two others cried out in surprise and rushed forward, "Sect Leader! What are you doing? We can talk this out, why did you suddenly strike him?"
Qian Sanjiang was also anxious, "Sect Leader, Night Demon is still young and lacks experience. Young people have strong emotions, this... is understandable. Why did you suddenly... strike him?"
Yin Shengong ignored Mu Lin Yuan and Qian Sanjiang. With his arms crossed, he stared at Fang Che with cold eyes, "Get up!"
"Night Demon! You've truly disappointed me! I was right, you have formed emotional attachments and bonds with these people from the Guardian Pavilion!"
He took a step forward with his hands behind his back, kicking Fang Che, who had just struggled to his feet, sending him flying again. His originally somewhat refined face, illuminated by the flickering candlelight, was now shrouded in shadows, resembling a hideous demon.
"Who are you? Who are they? What are you here for?" Yin Shengong's voice was not loud, even a bit low and gentle, but his words were as cold as ancient, unmelting ice.
The flickering candlelight reflected in his eyes as he stared at Fang Che, and he said each word with intent, "You... feel pain?"
Fang Che crawled to his feet and knelt on one knee, "Yes, Master, I was wrong."
"Do you know you were wrong?" Yin Shengong asked calmly.
"Where did I go wrong?"
"I shouldn't have developed emotional attachments to the people of the Guardian Pavilion, considering them as brothers," Fang Che replied, his head lowered.
His hair, disheveled from Yin Shengong's strike, covered his face.
"So, you know. Do you also know that this is a path to your death?" Yin Shengong asked in a chilling tone.
"Yes," Fang Che replied, still keeping his head down.
"Good, as long as you know you were wrong," Yin Shengong said with a cold hum.
"Yes," Fang Che said, straightening up.
Fang Che stood, his heart and mind filled with a chilling coldness.
Over the past few days, Yin Shengong had been talkative and even warm and kind, treating Fang Che like a true disciple.
Fang Che could sense this.
He had his suspicions, but he had decided to believe in Yin Shengong. Yin Shengong had found him a wife, officiated their wedding, and even given them gifts.
It was so warm and comforting.
It gave Fang Che a sense of family and belonging he had never known in his past lives.
He had been relieved, thinking that Yin Shengong's visit was solely for inspecting the branch office and that meeting Ye Meng to find him a wife was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
After completing these two tasks, Yin Shengong should have left, and Fang Che believed he had passed the test for the White Cloud Continent.
But he never imagined that this scene would unfold today.
A path of heartbreak and soul-crushing awaited him here.
Yin Shengong was, indeed, the Blood Spirit Slaughterer!
The same ruthless demon who had ravaged the world without a shred of humanity.
His nose and ears bled from Yin Shengong's slap, but he felt nothing due to the intense concussion, which was far more overwhelming.
...
A white figure flashed before Fang Che's eyes.
Yin Shengong tossed a snow-white handkerchief to Fang Che, saying indifferently, "Wipe it."
Fang Che took the handkerchief and unconsciously rubbed his face, but all he saw was a sea of red.
Yin Shengong waved his hand, and spirit energy, like silk, brushed past Zuo Guanglie and the others.
Their sealed meridians were instantly unsealed.
Zuo Guanglie's eyes snapped open, and he shouted the words he had been longing to say before losing consciousness, "Brothers, run!"
He tried to get up and fight for his brothers' lives.
But as soon as Zuo Guanglie saw Fang Che's bloodied face, he turned to look at Yin Shengong, shocked. He leaped to his feet and rushed to Fang Che's side, his voice filled with anguish, "Chief Fang, why are you here?"
You better leave, this has nothing to do with you."
The other nine had also woken up and were filled with astonishment at the sight before them.
But instinctively, they stood up and positioned themselves beside Zuo Guanglie, guarding Fang Che.
Although they were well aware that the person before them was the Sect Leader of Yi Xin Jiao, the notorious Demon, the Blood Spirit Slaughterer of Yin Shengong.
Facing such a formidable enemy, their actions were utterly futile.
Yet, they did it subconsciously.
Zuo Guanglie was extremely anxious, his voice low and urgent, "Director Fang, you should have left as soon as the battle started, even if there was no hope... Today, we've dragged you into this."
His voice was filled with guilt and anxiety.
Fang Che's face was cold and expressionless, his body rigid, devoid of any emotion.
Even his pupils were lifeless.
Yin Shengong stood with his hands behind his back, looking up with a faint smile, "It seems Director Fang's reputation has grown during this time."
Zuo Guanglie abruptly raised his head, looking at Yin Shengong, "Sect Leader Yin, we have nothing to say now that we've fallen into your hands. Just tell us what you want, and we'll follow your orders."
Yin Shengong laughed, his laughter growing louder, "Haha...Hahahaha..."
The laughter echoed in the cave, resounding endlessly.
Zuo Guanglie clenched his teeth, turned to Fang Che, and said in a low, pained voice, "Director Fang, we're finished. You shouldn't have come to save us! You're usually so calm, how could you make such a mistake?"
Fang Che took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
He felt like his heart was being torn apart.
His heart began to tremble violently.
Yin Shengong spoke coldly, "A mere ten ants dare to demand orders from this Sect Leader? How ridiculous!"
Zuo Guanglie cursed, "You old demon, your crimes are so heinous that you'll surely die without a place to be buried!"
"Heinous crimes? Die without a burial place? Haha..."
Yin Shengong stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly, "Night Demon, someone is cursing your master. What do you have to say?"
...
"Night Demon?!"
Zuo Guanglie was startled, immediately turning around and looking in all directions, and the other nine reacted similarly.
The name Night Demon was well-known to them, the top young talent of the Only Righteous Sect, the arch-nemesis of the future Guardian! Could it be that Night Demon was also here? They looked around, but they didn't glance at Fang Che.
It was clear that in their minds, no matter what, Fang Che couldn't be Night Demon.
Fang Che pursed his lips, standing stiffly, his eyes lifeless.
Yin Shengong, in front of Zuo Guanglie and the others, had revealed his identity.
This caused the last shred of hope in Fang Che's heart to completely vanish.
The moment Yin Shengong uttered the words 'Night Demon', it sealed the fate of Zuo Guanglie and the others, leaving them with no chance of survival.
Fang Che felt like his internal organs were on fire, a searing pain within him.
It was as if someone had crawled into his belly, using a small knife to slowly slice his insides.
Yin Shengong's eyes were cold as he looked at Fang Che, his voice grim, "Night Demon, I'm calling you!"
Finally, Fang Che moved his feet, taking a step forward, bowing his head, "Master."
...
"Master?"
This single word, 'Master', shocked all ten of Zuo Guanglie's men.
All ten of them took a step back in unison, looking at Fang Che in disbelief.
Their Director Fang!
"Night Demon?!"
Zuo Guanglie stared intently, blood even flowing from the corners of his eyes, his gaze fixed on Fang Che, his expression filled with disbelief, bordering on madness, "Director Fang? Night Demon? You... You're Night Demon?!"
Fang Che took a deep breath, tasting the blood in his mouth, straightened his body, turned his head, and looked into Zuo Guanglie's eyes, his gaze lifeless.
He said firmly, "Brother Zuo, I am Night Demon."
Zuo Guanglie stared at him in disbelief, for a long time, a very long time.
His expression slowly shifted from disbelief to disappointment, then to madness and anger.
He pointed at Fang Che's nose, "You're Night Demon? You're Night Demon?! Hahaha... You're actually Night Demon! You're truly Night Demon!"
His voice was filled with pain and despair, laced with disappointment and anger.
Even a sense of hopelessness.
"Night Demon? You, Night Demon, disguised as Director Fang, came to the Guardian Pavilion, and became our superior?"
Zuo Guanglie burst into laughter, "Hahaha... How absurd, how... ironic. In all these years, the person I've admired the most is you, but you're actually Night Demon?!"
He laughed maniacally, his voice filled with sorrow and despair, "Do you know, in my entire life, I've never felt hopeless, and I've never lost faith in all these years, but today, I've given up."
"You're actually Night Demon! You, Director Fang, are actually Night Demon? What's the point of the Guardian Pavilion now? You still capture demons and heretics every day? Hahaha... I'm laughing to death... How absurd! Absurd beyond belief!"
"If there's a next life, if I remember this, I'll probably laugh myself to death. My superior at the Guardian Pavilion, the person I admire the most, is actually the super demon, Night Demon, from the Yi Xin Sect!"
Zuo Guanglie laughed in anguish, tears and blood flowing from his eyes.
Fang Che spoke softly, "Brother Zuo, brothers, I'm sorry, but I... am indeed Night Demon."
"Shut up!"
Zuo Guanglie roared, his eyes filled with anger, the flames of rage burning to cleanse this filthy world.
"What right do you have to call us brothers?! You, a thousand-knife executioner! You, a heartless, insane demon! What right do you have to apologize to me?!"
Fang Che took a deep breath, speaking calmly, "Zuo Guanglie, you've seen the situation clearly. Do you think you and your brothers can leave here alive?"
Zuo Guanglie laughed, "What joy is there in living? What fear is there in dying?! Night Demon, do you want to see us begging for mercy?"
He spoke fiercely, "In my life, I've only knelt to Heaven, Earth, and my parents, never bowing to anyone else! Night Demon, what are you?"
"The nine Clerks roared with laughter, their voices filled with grandeur and nonchalance. 'Old Brother Zuo is right! What are you compared to them?!'
Ten men laughed wildly, their spirits soaring.
Fang Che spoke in a deep voice, 'Zuo Guanglie, you and your brothers, is there anything left unfinished? Considering we once worked together, tell me, and I'll take care of it for you. Or, if there's anything you want to leave behind, I'll deliver it for you.'"
Zuo Guanglie burst into crazed laughter, 'Our unfinished business? Haha... Our unfinished business is to completely eradicate the Only Righteous Sect! You want to do it for us? Haha...'
Fang Che stared at Zuo Guanglie, his gaze steady.
But in his eyes, a flash of blood-red determination passed by.
Zuo Guanglie's laughter continued, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Che, filled with bone-chilling hatred. He spoke through gritted teeth, 'You want to take care of our unfinished business? Haha... Who do you think you are?! Today, even in death, countless brothers will take care of our affairs! We don't need you, Night Demon! Haha... If it goes through your hands, wouldn't I be shamed even in death?!'
The ten men cursed together.
Spittle flew, landing on Fang Che's face.
It seemed like needles piercing his heart.
His heart trembled, but his face remained expressionless.
His greatest desire now was to find an opportunity to talk to Zuo Guanglie and his men, to reveal his identity and let Old Zuo leave with some peace of mind.
To let them feel proud of their departure.
He believed Old Zuo would understand, would stay strong, and would never betray him.
But with Yin Shengong and the others right there, he didn't even have a chance to say a word.
Not even a glance.
His heart slowly sank.
Down to the depths.
...
On one side, Yin Shengong spoke calmly, 'Night Demon, kill them!'
He added, 'This time, I came to watch you kill them with my own eyes!'
Fang Che turned woodenly, looking at Yin Shengong. His lips were dry as he said, 'Master...'
His face was pale.
Mu Lin Yuan and the other two turned away, unable to bear the sight of his face.
Yin Shengong looked at his disciple's lifeless gaze and sighed softly, 'Night Demon, I'll teach you something today. As a spy, you must not have any emotions!'
Fang Che's eyes lost their light, and he lowered his head.
A hand rested on the hilt of his sword.
Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly, 'Night Demon, don't pretend, come on! You've killed so many people, do you think we ten brothers are nothing? Don't you dare say you have feelings for us! I feel nauseous even in death!'
'Come on, if I can die under the sword of such an unprecedented spy, it'll be worth it.'
'Haha... We'll wait for you in the underworld! Night Demon, make sure you come down soon, and remember clearly who killed you and who avenged us!'
Yin Shengong stood by, watching coldly.
His arms folded behind his back.
As if watching a play.
Fang Che's wrist trembled as he slowly placed his hand on the hilt.
'Night Demon!'
Zuo Guanglie roared, his eyes fierce, 'Come on! Don't waste my time!'
Yin Shengong's voice was icy, 'Night Demon, what are you hesitating about?!'
Mu Lin Yuan shouted from behind, anxious, 'Night Demon, what are you waiting for?!'
Clang!
In the dim cave, a brilliant light flashed.
'Old Zuo!'
Fang Che screamed hysterically, 'Today, brothers! I send you on your way!'
He emphasized the word 'brothers', giving the only hint he could. But at this moment, the word sounded ironic even to himself.
But Zuo Guanglie and the others just looked at Fang Che with cold, disdainful smiles.
'Come on!'
A sharp whistle filled the air.
Fang Che drew his long sword, and the sword's energy surged, forcing all the candles to tilt backwards.
The Blood Spirit Seven Swords struck with full force.
The sword flashed, and in an instant, it returned to its sheath.
Fang Che's face turned ashen.
Zuo Guanglie and the ten men stood tall, but a red dot appeared on their throats.
Their fierce gazes gradually lost their vitality.
Their robust bodies slowly collapsed.
Pfft!
The ten brothers fell in unison, their heads together, shoulders touching.
All life left them.
Fang Che took a deep breath, looking at the ten corpses, silent.
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly evaporated them with his spiritual energy.
The energy surged through his body.
But his heart felt like it had turned to ash.
...
'Your sword skills are impressive.'
Yin Shengong praised, then said, 'Killing without drawing blood, a single red dot. The Blood Spirit Seven Swords have reached a high level.'
He walked over with his hands behind his back, inspecting the bodies on the ground.
His spiritual energy scanned the wounds.
He nodded in satisfaction.
Night Demon had shown no mercy; these ten men were thoroughly dead.
Their dantian and minds were shattered.
Then, Yin Shengong straightened, looking at Fang Che, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He said coldly, 'How do you feel?'
Fang Che took a deep breath and admitted, 'Master, I feel terrible.'
'You should feel terrible.'
Yin Shengong patted his shoulder gently and said, 'Don't blame your master for being harsh. It's something you must go through.'
'I understand, Master, but I still feel terrible.'
'Endure it. It'll get better in a few days.'
Yin Shengong said, 'You're a sentimental person, which is a good thing for your loved ones. But staying in the Guardian Pavilion for a long time isn't good. Because humans have emotions.'
'If you take a wrong step, your future will be irredeemable.'
'Whether you choose the path of demons or humans, remember this: In this life, never let emotions control you!
(End of Chapter)
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