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Chapter 351: Ambush by Dong Fang Sansan (Part 2)
Chapter 351: Ambush by Dong Fang Sansan (Part 2)
.. These five people are enough to break your bones. Although you can take away two or three of them in the end, but... it was a close call!"
Duan Xiyang hummed, a thoughtful look in his eyes, "The most unexpected thing is that Dongfang Sansan could actually calculate my whereabouts. This is something I can't figure out no matter what. Even I don't know where I'll be the next moment, but she managed to calculate it and set up an ambush in advance... This is a bit bizarre."
"What's going on? Tell me in detail."
So, Duan Xiyang explained the situation.
Yan Nan fell into deep thought, shaking his head after a long while, "It doesn't make sense. How could he possibly calculate it?"
The two of them reviewed the situation several times but couldn't find the reason. But how could there be no reason for the other party's actions?
After a while, they looked at each other.
Simultaneously, they sighed, "Dongfang's strategies are truly heaven-defying..."
If they couldn't figure it out, they'd put it aside for now.
After a few glances at each other, Yan Nan said, "You came back just in time, just in time for the Masked Pavilion..."
Duan Xiyang's killing intent surged, "Just right to kill a few of them and vent some anger!"
Duan Xiyang was seething with anger, feeling like he had suffered a great loss on this trip, and the appearance of the Masked Pavilion at this moment provided the perfect target for his pent-up rage.
He stormed out with his spear, full of excitement.
Yan Nan shook his head, deep in thought: How did Dongfang Sansan know? Even when the person involved explained it to me, I didn't understand, but Dongfang Sansan was able to calculate it?
Am I really that far behind Dongfang?
This... I must take it seriously!
...
Fang Che was currently feeling depressed. After finally organizing his thoughts, he still couldn't stop worrying about Dong Changfeng, so he hurried towards their agreed-upon location.
Along the way, he kept wondering if he would encounter Duan Xiyang again, so he walked a bit slower.
When he arrived at the mountain cave, it was just past the hour of the Ox, a little past midnight.
But the cave was empty, with nothing inside.
Fang Che was puzzled.
Where was the person?
He soared into the sky, but there was no one around. Dong Changfeng was not there.
Moreover, there were no signs of a battle, nor any blood or gore.
Judging from the situation, Dong Changfeng and Duan Xiyang hadn't met.
But what was going on? What was Dong Changfeng up to? You went to so much trouble to find the Guardian Pavilion and notify me, only for me to make a wasted trip?
And on this trip, he had the misfortune of encountering Duan Xiyang!
"This is simply..."
Fang Che stood in the night sky, feeling disoriented: "...speechless."
"Could it be that he hasn't arrived yet?"
Fang Che restrained himself and waited there, practicing his spear techniques. But even after waiting until dawn, there was still no sign of Dong Changfeng.
"I'm so frustrated..."
Fang Che, filled with frustration, headed back.
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what had happened.
...
Upon returning to the Scholar's Residence, it was already dawn.
Fang Che was covered in frost, his face filled with exasperation.
Ye Meng had slept soundly throughout the night. When she came out, she saw Fang Che looking frustrated.
She was startled and hurried to make breakfast with light steps.
During the meal, Fang Che quietly said, "In a few days, I'll be going out to participate in a selection, representing the Guardian Pavilion, to compete for the opportunity to fight in the Young Generation Friendship Battle with the Only Righteous Sect."
"You?" Ye Meng was surprised.
How could you represent the Guardian Pavilion? Shouldn't you be representing the Yi Xin Jiao?
"Yes, so will you go with me or stay at home?"
"I'll go with you!"
Ye Meng didn't hesitate for a moment. First, it was for intelligence, and second... how could she miss the opportunity to go out and have fun?
"Alright. In the next few days, you'll need to spar with me more."
Fang Che said, "Improve your practical combat experience as soon as possible. After going out, we'll likely have to fight."
"Okay."
Ye Meng nodded obediently, then suddenly remembered something, her face turning pale, "Young Master, please don't hit so hard. If you do hit hard, don't apply the medicinal ointment, I'll do it myself."
Fang Che furrowed his brows, "Hmm?"
"I... I came this morning..." Ye Meng's face turned red with embarrassment.
Fang Che understood, and disappointedly said, "I'll try not to hit you."
Ye Meng: "???"
Her face immediately turned into a bun.
You were indeed doing it on purpose!
...
In the afternoon, Fang Che practiced the Netherworld Spear Technique for another afternoon before reluctantly putting away the Netherworld Spear. As it gradually took shape, Fang Che felt an increasingly pleasant connection when using the Netherworld Spear.
And this was before he had even used Blood Refinement.
Fang Che was eagerly anticipating the moment when it would be fully formed and the blade would be blood-forged. What kind of scene would it be? How smoothly would it handle?
After putting away the Netherworld Spear, Fang Che's mind received the little spirit's dissatisfaction.
It clearly wanted to play outside for a while longer.
As for the Golden Horned Dragon, it had been elusive during this time, disappearing without a trace whenever Fang Che wasn't at the Tianxia Escort Agency. It had been running around all over the White Cloud Island.
It had visited various cemeteries, surrounding burial grounds, and historical sites of death, not just once.
It had to be said that now, with people coming to the White Cloud Island, their five senses were more sensitive, and the feeling was absolutely different from other cities.
No matter where they went, the sun shone brightly.
Even if they walked the night road at midnight and reached a creepy place, they wouldn't feel scared.
The lingering souls and yin energy in the air had all been devoured by the Golden Horned Dragon.
With the nourishment of the Divine Jade's malevolent qi, the comfort of the divine metal, and the daily communication with the little spirit, the Golden Horned Dragon made rapid progress.
Now, compared to when it first arrived, it has grown from just over a foot to almost three feet long.
The horns on its head are also growing longer.
But whenever Fang Che takes any action, the little dragon immediately returns.
Recently, the little sprite was named 'Netherworld', and the little dragon became a bit emotional. Fang Che had no choice but to explain: It's one with the gun.
When I find the opportunity, I'll get you a sword too, and then you can enter and name it.
The little dragon eagerly anticipated this.
But after making this promise, Fang Che also felt a headache.
Where to find one?
Every piece of divine metal inevitably has a sprite living within it.
Although the little dragon is progressing quickly now, entering the territory of others is definitely not a match for them.
Daring to be reckless, it could be counter-consumed.
So, he could only drag it out for now... Maybe there will be a solution in the future?
In the next four days, Fang Che and Ye Meng sparred day and night.
Fang Che practiced with the Flying Heaven Sword, the Hating Heaven Sword, and the Supporting Heaven Sword.
He used various sword techniques and perfected the sword forms, beginning to modify them in a seemingly authentic yet different way.
The very powerful Hating Heaven Sword and Supporting Heaven Sword were enhanced a little more, while the less powerful Flying Heaven Sword was strengthened to the fullest.
After all, Fang Che, the Guardian Pavilion's head, uses a sword! This point must not be confused.
The Blood Spirit Seven Swords and the Netherworld were temporarily sealed away.
Only in his heart, in his thoughts, did he constantly practice, waiting for this matter to pass before continuing.
Four days later.
Fang Che, accompanied by Ye Meng, went to the Guardian Pavilion to report and prepare for their departure.
Ye Meng's appearance caused a sensation.
"Fang Che has brought his wife, so beautiful! Like a celestial fairy..."
Everyone from the two Executive Halls came out to watch.
Fang Che wore a tight-fitting black robe, with a dark gold and dark-patterned cloak on top, and as he moved, starlight flickered, revealing only the collar and the golden star on his robe, shining brightly.
A purple jade crown adorned his head, and his hair was tied with a starry hairpin, with a single strand falling from the left side.
His face was like a jade crown, with red lips and white teeth, a nose like a jade pillar, eyes like stars, and feet in shiny black war boots. He had a tall and slender figure, like a graceful bamboo tree, handsome and carefree to the extreme.
Ye Meng wore a white dress, with a face of exquisite beauty, and a hint of baby fat on her small face added a touch of adorable cuteness. Her figure was naturally perfect; adding a bit would make her look fat, and reducing a bit would make her look thin. Her waist was slender, and her shoulders were as if carved. Her eyes were clear like water, and her hair was like mist. Her teeth were white, and her lips were red, and her demeanor was like a fairy in the void, and her aura was like a cloud in the nine heavens.
She was a head shorter than Fang Che, but standing by his side, they looked like a perfect match.
One was the epitome of beauty, and the other was transcendent and otherworldly.
Heaven made them a pair, and earth made them a couple.
As the breeze blew, Ye Meng's white dress and hair fluttered lightly, making her look like a celestial fairy descending upon the mortal realm. The mundane world seemed afraid to touch her, fearing it would ruin her ethereal beauty.
She stood there, giving people the feeling of the most beautiful dream in the middle of the night, something to be admired but not attained.
Everyone in the Guardian Pavilion was stunned.
In this world, there was such a beautiful woman.
Zhao Ying'er rushed out, and upon seeing this scene, her face suddenly turned pale.
Jing Xiuyun came out, saw Zhao Ying'er's face, sighed softly, and said with a smile, "Fang Che, you look so handsome today... Who is this, Fang Che? Such a beauty, like a fairy from heaven and earth. Could she be Fang Che's younger sister?"
Fang Che smiled lightly, glanced at Ye Meng with affectionate eyes, and said to everyone, "Let me introduce you to my wife. Little Meng, this is my wife. When the time comes, you can enter and name it."
Zhao Ying'er's face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.
She bit her lips, looking back and forth between Fang Che's face and Ye Meng.
She looked back and forth, from Fang Che to Ye Meng.
Ye Meng vaguely felt a sense of threat, and smiled gently, saying softly, "Hello, everyone."
Her small face, flushed, held Fang Che's hand.
She held just one finger.
In front of everyone, this was already using up all her courage.
"Good, we're good, sister-in-law."
Ping Shan Song shouted loudly, taking the lead in bowing. This Martial King of the Cold Sword Mountain was now a staunch supporter of Fang Che.
So staunch that he didn't differentiate between right and wrong.
If Fang Che said, "The sun is really black today."
Ping Shan Song would say, "That's right, after so many years, today's sun is the blackest."
If Fang Che said, "People's heads are square."
Ping Shan Song would say, "How can heads be round? Aren't they all square?"
Hong Er Cripple muttered, "Never seen a square head..."
So Ping Shan Song caught Hong Er Cripple and beat him carefully, focusing on different swollen areas and uneven force, and beat him for a quarter of an hour, turning Hong Er Cripple's head into a perfect square.
Then he exhibited it and said earnestly, "See? As long as you put your heart into it, everyone's head can be square. This is why I didn't want to hurt my colleagues, but if it were an enemy, I'd definitely use my sword to shave their heads into perfect squares."
That's how staunch he was!
Led by Ping Shan Song, the two halls simultaneously shouted, "Hello, sister-in-law."
Amidst the chaos, two tears fell to the ground, and Zhao Ying'er's figure disappeared without a trace.
Fang Che's expression remained unchanged.
Jing Xiuyun looked at Fang Che, then at Ye Meng, and sighed. In his heart, he silently said, "Fang Che is truly ruthless."
He quickly followed her inside.
Fang Che's mood remained unperturbed.
He had done this intentionally.
Zhao Ying'er's identity was unclear, and Fang Che didn't want to investigate the truth of her feelings. He just wanted to make it clear: Don't waste your efforts on me.
If Zhao Ying'er was a spy, one day, Fang Che would expose and kill her.
If Zhao Ying'er wasn't a spy, continuing like this would only lead to one outcome: her death at Fang Che's vision was clear: the next person to die because of him would be her.
As the chapter unfolds, Fang Che finds himself entangled in a situation he'd rather avoid.
...
Song Yidao, the Pavilion Master, emerges, dressed for a journey.
Noticing Fang Che and Ye Meng, he asks, "What's the meaning of this?"
"It's a rare opportunity to travel, so I'm taking my wife along to see the world," Fang Che explains.
Song Yidao frowns, "The road ahead might not be peaceful."
"She's a Martial Marquis First Rank cultivator," Fang Che reassures.
"That should suffice, and besides, you're here too, Pavilion Master," he adds.
Song Yidao scratches his head, feeling uneasy.
Having an old, ugly, and bald Pavilion Master like me accompany a young couple doesn't seem very elegant...
But he can't think of a reason to refuse.
He's well aware of Fang Che's temper.
Song Yidao knows he wouldn't pay him any heed, and by asking, he's already given him face. If he were to disagree, Fang Che might just sneak off with his wife.
That would be even more dangerous.
"Fine," Song Yidao reluctantly agrees.
"You're a good man, Pavilion Master," Fang Che flatters.
"Hmph..." Song Yidao's smile doesn't reach his eyes.
You're a good man if you agree to my request, and a baldy if you don't.
...
Not long ago, Fang Che had demanded better welfare for the Second Hall's staff, citing their outstanding performance and high cultivation levels as reasons to improve their treatment. After consideration, Song Yidao refused.
Enraged, Fang Che cursed, "You baldy, do you know what's good for you?"
This caused quite a stir.
Although the request was ultimately denied, Fang Che's outburst won the hearts of the Second Hall's staff.
Ever since, during meetings, everyone would habitually glance at Song Yidao's head.
Fang Che's famous quote was, "If you can't see clearly during meetings, just look at our Pavilion Master's head; it reflects light."
Song Yidao had wanted to transfer him.
With great difficulty, he had become the Pavilion Master, only to have such a subordinate.
Sighing, he agreed.
And so, Song Yidao set off with the young couple.
He felt like he'd be their butler and nanny the whole way.
Indeed, his instincts were sharp.
He ended up being their butler, nanny, and bodyguard.
Along the way, Fang Che and Ye Meng enjoyed the sights, sometimes entering scenic spots to appreciate the views and overlook the landscapes.
They visited famous mountains and lakes, even taking a boat ride across a lake, where they set up a small meal in the cabin and enjoyed a drink.
Ye Meng was very polite, always inviting Song Yidao to join them and treating him with great respect. This lifted Song Yidao's spirits a little.
But whenever Fang Che gave him that disdainful look, as if expecting trouble, Song Yidao's anger would flare up.
Who's the boss here?
I'm out here with my subordinates, and instead of being served, I'm serving them? Especially during meals, the innkeepers and waiters would call out, "Young Master and Miss, please come in. Butler, please come in too..."
After several meals like this, Song Yidao had the urge to kill someone.
On the final leg of their journey to the Southeast Headquarters, they crossed a wide river.
The boatman provided Fang Che and Ye Meng with clean cushions to sit on, but gave Song Yidao a small stool without even a cushion.
This kind of treatment was...
If not for his role as the Guardian of the Defense Hall, Song Yidao would have thrown this old man into the river to feed the fish!
Before doing so, he'd ask, "What are your eyes for?"
You've lived for so long, and you still can't tell that I'm the boss?
Too infuriating!
What's wrong with being ugly? What's wrong with being bald?
With this frustration, they arrived at the Southeast Headquarters to report.
And there were many people greeting them.
"Hey, Pavilion Master Song!"
The Golden Pavilion Master of Bai Xiangzhou greeted them, "You're a butler now? Congratulations. Following such a handsome young couple is quite prestigious. Being a butler is quite high-ranking."
"Get lost," Song Yidao said, his face darkening as he entered to report.
The Golden Pavilion Master couldn't help but be impressed by Fang Che and Ye Meng.
Such a handsome couple was truly rare.
"Young man, what's your name? Are you here for the selection?"
"I'm Fang Che, and I'm here for the selection."
"Oh, very good. You're so young and already a Martial Marquis."
"I'm a Martial King, Pavilion Master."
"Oh, oh, oh... You're amazing. Is this your junior sister? Is she here for the selection too?"
"This is my wife."
"..."
The Golden Pavilion Master was speechless. He had wanted to introduce this beauty to his son, but she was already taken.
...
Soon, everyone had arrived.
After reporting, Song Yidao emerged from the hall, his face dark, having encountered something inside.
"Martial Marquis participants, enter the hall."
Fang Che noticed a group of young people emerging from various groups and forming a line to enter the hall.
There were fifty Martial Marquis participants in total.
Based on their attire, thirteen came from various Defense Halls, none from the White Cloud Island Defense Hall, and thirty from the Cloudy Continent Martial Academy. The remaining seven must be Martial Marquis from the Southeast Headquarters.
Not long after, someone else greeted them.
"Martial King participants, enter the hall."
Fang Che told Ye Meng, "Follow Pavilion Master Song."
Ye Meng nodded obediently.
Fang Che took a step forward.
(End of Chapter)
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