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Chapter 337: Fang Che's Spear, the Authentic One! [10,000 Words] (Part 2)
Chapter 337: Fang Che's Spear, the Authentic One! [10,000 Words] (Part 2)
"Who cares, they're already dead. Let's just take things one step at a time."
At that moment, the leader of the undercover investigation team from the Only Righteous Sect finally arrived.
In the afternoon, they set off towards the city of Baiyunzhou.
...
In the evening, Fang Che arrived at the large stone where he had previously gained insight into the Spear Intent. To his surprise, someone was already occupying the spot.
A man dressed in a simple blue robe sat cross-legged on the stone, his eyes fixed intently on the distant cave entrance.
In his hand was a zhangba snake spear, its entire body emitting a dark golden metallic glow. Just looking at the spear made one's skin crawl.
It seemed to be imbued with boundless killing intent and the lives of countless people.
The man's hair was loose and disheveled, and his stature was exceptionally tall.
Surprisingly, even when sitting, he appeared taller than an average person standing.
Fang Che estimated that if this guy stood up, he would be at least two meters tall.
However, upon seeing the distinctive snake spear, Fang Che immediately recognized the man's identity.
He was one of their own, so there was no need to worry.
The fierce python rises into the blue sky, and when the wind comes, it transforms into a dragon. It swallows and spits out millions of demonic auras, and beneath the golden snake spear, the river of blood turns red.
Dong Changfeng, the Golden Serpent Spear.
Ranked 36th on the Cloud God Weapon Ranking.
Not wanting to disturb him, Fang Che quietly sat down ten zhang behind Dong Changfeng and began his own cultivation and comprehension.
He could simultaneously perceive the Spear Intent from the cave and try to comprehend Dong Changfeng's Spear Intent.
Both men remained silent.
Dong Changfeng seemed completely unaware of Fang Che's presence behind him, his focus solely on the front.
But Fang Che knew that a master like Dong Changfeng, even if an ant crawled within a hundred zhang radius, would immediately sense it.
Half an hour passed.
Dong Changfeng sighed in disappointment and retracted his gaze.
At that moment, Fang Che suddenly felt a continuous stream of illusory spears flying back from the cave entrance.
One, two...
In total, over nine hundred illusory spears were retracted and merged into Dong Changfeng's body.
Then, Dong Changfeng sat motionless, but his mouth opened, "Little one, which family are you from?"
Little one!
Fang Che's mouth twitched.
What an interesting way to address someone.
But remembering his past life and Dong Changfeng's seniority, it was indeed appropriate for him to call Fang Che "little one."
"I am Fang Che, the Chief Custodian of the Second Hall of the Guardian Pavilion of Baiyunzhou."
Dong Changfeng seemed surprised, "Are you the renowned Fang Chief Custodian of Baiyunzhou?"
His interest piqued, he turned to face Fang Che.
Fang Che felt as if two long spears shot out from Dong Changfeng's eyes, and he quickly closed his own.
Dong Changfeng laughed, retracting the spear light, "Chief Custodian Fang is so young."
"I'm just eighteen."
Dong Changfeng nodded, impressed, "A Martial Marquis at the peak at eighteen... Not bad. I was only a Martial General at that age."
"But it is you, Senior Dong, who now shakes the world with your name, that we look up to as a role model," replied Fang Che.
Dong Changfeng laughed, "Do you know me?"
"With the Golden Serpent Spear in hand, there can't be many martial artists in the world who wouldn't recognize you," said Fang Che.
"That's true," Dong Changfeng agreed, his bearded face breaking into a smile, revealing white teeth.
Fang Che noticed that Dong Changfeng's teeth were twice the size of an ordinary person's.
"I've been in seclusion in Baiyunzhou for a while now," Dong Changfeng said, "and I've heard so much about you, Fang Chief Custodian, that my ears nearly grew calluses. But aren't you a sword user? What brings you here?"
"I've dabbled in various weapons," Fang Che replied, "because in the future, we don't know what kind of opponents we'll face. So, it's always beneficial to research as much as possible."
Dong Changfeng nodded, "You're right about that."
"This stone here," he continued, "I used to sit on it. After some time, it's still as smooth as ever. I figured someone must be sitting here, and it turns out it's you."
"A couple of years ago, there was a pretty boy, also quite handsome, who came here every day. He seemed to be from the Baiyun Martial Academy, called Wu Zhibing. That young man had learned the spear quite well."
Fang Che nodded.
He gradually realized that this man, ranked 36th on the Cloud Weapon Ranking, seemed to have a chatty side. Moreover, when he spoke, his words lacked any sense of prestige, resembling an ordinary rural elder chatting leisurely under the sun.
"How long have you been here observing the cave?" Dong Changfeng asked.
"Hmm... About twenty days or so," Fang Che replied.
"And what have you figured out?"
"..."
"Have you found a wife yet?" Dong Changfeng inquired. "At your age, you probably haven't, right?"
"???"
Fang Che was a bit stunned by Dong Changfeng's sudden change in topic.
"I have," Fang Che answered.
"You have? So early? It's a bit too soon... Ah, young people these days, they can't keep their cool."
"Erm..."
"You've been here for over twenty days and haven't figured anything out? It seems you're not that special. Have you found a wife yet?"
"I'm not that special," Fang Che admitted.
"But that's fine.
Dong Changfeng said, "I've been observing for over two hundred years... but I still can't see anything."
Fang Che was perplexed.
Your old man... is he just making small talk? How lonely must he be?
But at that moment, Fang Che suddenly remembered that since the Golden Serpent Spear was injured, it had been hidden away, integrated into the secular world, and lived each day like a frail old man, floating in the mortal realm, alone and lonely.
Just as he was about to achieve great success, Bei Mingxin arrived.
Angrily, he went out to fight, interrupting his cultivation in the mortal realm.
Now, with his cultivation in the mortal realm incomplete, aside from his astonishing level of cultivation, his mental state was no different from that of an ordinary old man.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of bitterness in his heart.
Looking at this once-powerful old man, now reduced to such a state.
For the sake of this world, he had fought his entire life, even when facing Duan Xiyang at an absolute disadvantage. Despite being heavily injured, he had no choice but to retreat and cultivate in the mortal realm, hoping to attain rebirth through the passage of time.
But just as he was about to succeed, a formidable enemy appeared.
He could have pretended not to know and calmly completed his rebirth.
However, he chose to fight, even if it meant destroying hundreds of years of cultivation in the mortal realm.
As a result, he lost the opportunity to progress further.
He could even sense the vicissitudes in Dong Changfeng's heart and feel the air of decline emanating from him.
Speaking gently, he said, "Even if Elder Dong hasn't gained any insights or realizations, he's still far stronger than us younger generations."
Dong Changfeng didn't accept his kindness and insisted, "Since you've come to observe, you must have sensed the Spear Intent. Let me see your spear techniques."
He had the idea of passing on his knowledge to the next generation.
Over the years, whenever he came here to gain insights, he would encounter young people doing the same, and he would always offer guidance.
He only hoped that the young people he guided would understand something and grow in the future.
Now, meeting Fang Che, he had the same thought.
His heart was filled with desolation.
I have no hope of returning to my peak in this life... but... I must do something for the younger generation.
Fang Che's heart stirred.
Perform a series of spear techniques?
Will my techniques have any effect on Elder Dong?
Feeling ashamed, he said, "I only understand the basic standards for perfectly executing spear techniques. I don't have a complete inheritance of spear skills, and... I don't even have a spear in my hand."
Dong Changfeng stroked his beard and said, "Basic standards for perfectly executing spear techniques? You're just boasting. Throughout history, there have been countless spear techniques passed down through various sects and noble families. Who dares to claim perfection in the basics?"
Fang Che intended to perform a demonstration, hoping to inspire the owner of the Golden Serpent Spear.
However, he wasn't sure if the spear techniques from the Infinite Sutra would have any effect on such a high-level expert. So, he didn't say everything that was on his mind.
Now, Dong Changfeng was provoked.
Fang Che immediately blushed and said, "Elder Dong, you're mistaken. My spear techniques are absolutely standard and perfect. It's just that there's no spear here."
Dong Changfeng chuckled and with a bang, the Golden Serpent Spear pierced three feet into the mountain rock in front of Fang Che.
Rock fragments flew everywhere.
"Use my spear!"
Dong Changfeng said, "Even with a stick, one can practice spear techniques. It's ridiculous to make excuses about not having a spear. Since you say you don't have one, use my spear."
Fang Che's mouth twitched as he looked at the Golden Serpent Spear embedded in the mountain rock.
This was a reinforced mountain rock.
Moreover, it was a stone that countless spear practitioners had reinforced over millions of years.
The Golden Serpent Spear could pierce it, but Fang Che couldn't.
Dong Changfeng naturally knew this, and a mischievous smile appeared in his eyes, but his voice turned serious.
He spoke softly, "When the heart holds a spear, all things can become spears. Even without a weapon in hand, one can still unleash spear techniques!"
"This is the essence of the spear!"
"The knife is the leader of all weapons, and the sword is the gentleman among weapons, but the spear is the king of all weapons!"
"With a spear in hand, a thousand armies will be swept away! Even if the heavens and earth stand before you, a single spear thrust will pierce through them! This is the true nature of the spear!"
"Fang Che, remember this: the spear is the weapon of kings. Do you know what it means to be a king?"
"Being a king isn't about the Martial King rank or the position of a human king. Being a king is a state of mind, a momentum!"
"Whether I'm with others or alone, I am always a king! This is what it means to be a king!"
"Even when facing Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang, I am still a king! A king doesn't bow, doesn't bend, doesn't cower. A king only knows glorious life and honorable death!"
"This is what it means to be a king!"
"Even in death, one remains a king!"
With each word, Dong Changfeng's posture became more upright.
He spoke slowly but earnestly, and as he spoke, the solemn aura around him grew stronger.
In the end, he stood like an unyielding mountain.
His demeanor was awe-inspiring, and no one dared to violate it.
At this moment, Fang Che was deeply shaken by Dong Changfeng's presence.
Dong Changfeng stomped his foot, and with a bang, the Golden Serpent Spear flew out.
With a wave of his hand, the spear flew towards Fang Che.
Dong Changfeng crossed his arms behind his back and said calmly, "Practice, let me see your perfect spear techniques."
Fang Che caught the flying Golden Serpent Spear.
He felt the weight of the spear in his hands.
This spear weighed over six hundred pounds.
At the same time, he sensed a struggling intent within the spear, as if a giant creature was trying to break free. Divine objects had their own consciousness and didn't want to be controlled by anyone other than their master.
"Little snake, cooperate with him for a bit."
Dong Changfeng spoke in a low voice.
As soon as he spoke, the Golden Serpent Spear became obedient.
Fang Che suddenly wanted to give the little sprite a name.
"Begin."
Dong Changfeng crossed his arms behind his back, and that old man's demeanor is gone. What's left is the peerless demeanor of a generation's master."
"Good!"
Fang Che took a step back with his left foot.
Three parts illusion, seven parts reality.
Instantly, a formidable aura emanated from him.
His right foot retreated, and he slightly shifted his weight outward, crossing three inches.
Standing firm, he was like a deep pool and towering mountain, with a sharp edge hidden within.
Dong Changfeng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Excellent!"
Only a true master could discern that this was the stance before wielding the spear. His entire posture resembled a straight, unwavering spear piercing the heavens, like an unmovable mountain.
But with the spear in hand, it was as if he were piercing the sky.
The spear intent coursed through his body, circulating back and forth.
No matter which direction he moved, the sharp momentum would surge forth instantly.
Fang Che's right wrist twitched, and the spear flipped in his hand. He propped it to his side, maintaining his stance.
Suddenly, Fang Che leaned forward, and the spear transformed into a giant python, surging forward, pointing horizontally, and charging ahead relentlessly.
A fierce aura erupted.
"What a perfect Middle Peace Gun!" Dong Changfeng exclaimed, his eyes filled with utmost appreciation.
Sheathing the spear, he shifted to the side and attacked again.
The spear tip was sharp and crisp, its intent crisscrossing like giant waves in the sky.
He stabbed, thrust, blocked, parried, lifted, collapsed, intercepted, pointed, and smashed in all directions—front, back, left, and right.
Dong Changfeng stopped cheering but fixed his gaze intently on Fang Che.
His eyes widened in shock, as if he had discovered a treasure.
As Fang Che retracted the spear, he stood firm, but the eight-foot snake spear seemed to vanish in an instant, completely disappearing.
Concealing the spear!
In the next moment, the spear tip burst out from his waist, appearing out of thin air and extending ten feet! If there had been an enemy in front, this strike would have impaled them on the spear.
The spear was withdrawn with a tremble, and a massive spear flower bloomed, obscuring his vision. From the outermost petals to the innermost pistil, it had a sense of layering.
Instantly, a large spear flower appeared before Dong Changfeng's eyes.
He was deeply moved, as there were 999 spear directions! In other words, this spear could perfectly attack from 999 different angles.
As long as the spear wielder wished, they could strike from any angle and take an opponent's life.
The next moment, the spear tore through the air and slammed into the ground. Fang Che's body and the spear were level, and as they struck the ground, they retracted, causing both man and spear to bounce into the air!
Flying Dragon in the Sky!
In mid-air, Fang Che's body stretched to its limit, and the spear thrust forward.
The spear tip pointed directly at the cave.
A sharp and unstoppable spear intent burst forth.
Relentlessly forward!
Just as Fang Che was about to change his stance, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression changed abruptly.
Dong Changfeng's face also changed.
At the moment Fang Che had poured all his heart and soul into this perfect strike, the spear intent from the cave entrance sensed this nearly identical intent and softly chimed.
A long spear suddenly materialized in the cave entrance, hovering in mid-air.
Crossing the void, it met the spear intent that Fang Che had emitted.
The two spear intents intertwined in the air, emitting a heart-stirring, joyous sound. It was as if two long-lost friends had reunited after millions of years.
They embraced, cheered, and rejoiced.
Then, the spear intents intertwined and spun, dissipating together in the air.
But when they looked back at the cave entrance, the spear intent had thickened slightly.
Dong Changfeng's eyes widened in disbelief.
They almost popped out of their sockets.
With this, Fang Che's chest suddenly emptied of spear intent, and he lowered his spear.
The Golden Serpent Spear trembled and let out a shrill cry, filled with joy.
Although it felt a bit stifled in this ant's hands, unable to fully exert its power, the various techniques allowed it to stretch its body completely.
It felt incredibly refreshed!
It could stretch in its master's hands, but not as thoroughly as today.
"Please instruct me, Senior," Fang Che respectfully said.
Dong Changfeng didn't speak but closed his eyes, carefully recalling the subtle nuances of Fang Che's every move.
How his waist turned, how his spine coordinated, how his neck tensed, the position of his toes, the force on his heels, the distribution of pressure on his soles, and the relationship between each body part and the whole...
He could sense that the door that had eluded him for a lifetime was finally revealing a slight crack.
After a long while, Dong Changfeng opened his eyes, his expression complex.
"Thank you!" he said solemnly.
He couldn't help but marvel, unable to describe his feelings.
Dong Changfeng had spent his life here, teaching countless youths who came to seek enlightenment, opening the door to martial arts for them, and helping them truly understand the spear as a weapon.
Today, he had finally been taught a lesson. This lesson had also opened another door for him, allowing him to truly reevaluate the spear from a certain perspective.
It was as if everything was part of a cycle, a reincarnation.
At this moment, perfection had been achieved. It seemed that the hidden will of heaven still existed.
Fang Che paused, then smiled and said, "Senior, you are indeed worthy of your title!"
Dong Changfeng's rugged face was serious, "It's not about status. Truth is truth. When you receive a favor, you must express gratitude."
He nodded and said solemnly, "Your name is Fang Che. I'll remember it!"
Fang Che smiled, "The Golden Serpent Spear is truly remarkable."
Dong Changfeng laughed, "Indeed, the Golden Serpent Spear is excellent."
He grabbed the spear and said, "This place is yours."
Then, he turned and walked away.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and smiled, "Your spear, I can't teach you anymore. But I can tell you this: sitting here and meditating is useless. Use that last spear move, don't change it, and keep thrusting toward the cave entrance with all your might."
Thanks to Winter Moon for becoming the 57th Alliance Leader of the Long Night Monarch.
(End of Chapter)
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