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Chapter 365: The World's Number One King [10,000 Words] (Part 2)
Chapter 365: The World's Number One King [10,000 Words] (Part 2)
That was all.
As for the replaced weapon, Fang Qing Yun's current cultivation was not sufficient, and it might easily attract disaster, so it was better to keep it for now.
Action: "Ah, I worry about this cousin of mine even more than my own uncle..."
Because Fang Che knew his cousin's temperament well: the kind of person who, if they had a little more than others, would share it with their friends.
Such people are undoubtedly good people.
But the problem now is that Fang Che doesn't believe that the people surrounding him can accompany him to the very end.
Especially those who are good at gambling, even better at losing everything and then hanging around Fang Qingyun for a free meal, are the ones Fang Che is even less optimistic about.
Because these guys never give Fang Qingyun anything good, but instead, they try to curry favor with those geniuses, even if they are despised and looked down upon, they still enjoy it... Fang Che doesn't want to give them even a drop of water, let alone cultivation resources.
So now every time he gives something to Fang Qingyun, he has learned to be smart: for each item, I'll only give you enough for your own use, and a little extra.
I'm forcing you to be selfish.
You have no choice but to hide it and eat it yourself! I'll see what you do.
Fang Che's approach made Fang Qingyun a bit distressed. This good-natured person, every time he gets something, feels like he can't divide it fairly.
If it were exposed, it would definitely be unevenly distributed, and some people could only get a negligible amount.
So he would inevitably offend many people.
Being forced by his own cousin to eat alone, Fang Qingyun felt full of guilt, feeling that he was letting his friends down. To compensate, he often took everyone out for meals.
However, over time, as Fang Che kept providing resources, Fang Qingyun's talent improved rapidly, and his cultivation soared. He has now broken through the Grand Rank First Grade.
Then Fang Qingyun discovered something: the people who used to surround him gradually disappeared.
In their place, a large group of Grand Rank cultivators gathered around him.
Although the previous group was now distant, they hardly spoke ill of Fang Qingyun. This new group, naturally, felt even more grateful for his generous nature. Everyone got along harmoniously...
As a result, Fang Qingyun's popularity improved even more.
But he himself felt lost.
I didn't distance them, why did they leave on their own?
That night.
Bing Shangxue found Fang Qingyun and handed him some resources, only to see this good-natured person looking pensive. She asked him what was wrong.
Fang Qingyun naturally spoke his mind.
Bing Shangxue sighed and asked, "How many of your childhood friends, the ones you played with in the mud, are still with you now?"
"How many of your playmates from Azure Wave City are still by your side?"
"How many friends did you have when you first entered the Martial Academy, and how many left as your cultivation gradually fell behind, or how many did you leave on your own?"
"Who are these new people surrounding you? Are they not better in terms of family background, knowledge, cultivation, demeanor, combat power, and sincerity?"
"Are these Grand Rank cultivators more fair? Unlike before, when only you were paying for meals, now when you treat them, don't you often receive invitations for multiple meals from different people?"
"Why is it that the higher the cultivation, the less willing they are to owe even a single meal?"
Bing Shangxue patted Fang Qingyun's shoulder, "Qingyun, you're a good kid, with a purer character than your cousin; but... you're too honest. You'll get taken advantage of!"
"I hope you can think through each of these questions. Then come and tell me what you've figured out."
Bing Shangxue stood up and left.
That night, Fang Qingyun couldn't sleep.
Tossing and turning, he saw a parade of faces from different periods of his life.
He only fell into a hazy sleep as dawn broke.
He decided.
Tomorrow, I'll go home and see.
Perhaps there, I'll find the perfect answer.
...
Xianshi Residence.
After tidying up the room, Fang Che and Ye Meng returned to the bedroom and lay down, finally feeling the exhaustion and tension of the journey.
Speaking of 'home', it's just a house.
No different from any other house in the world.
The only difference is whether it's your own house or not.
And your own house has this peculiar function: no matter how energetic you are outside, how vigorous and lively, as soon as you return 'home', all fatigue washes over you.
Your mind and body completely relax.
Even someone as strong as Fang Che couldn't escape this. Lying in his own bed, he couldn't help but sigh in comfort.
"Sleep."
"It's already dawn," Ye Meng whispered.
"Sleep even if it's dawn."
Fang Che relaxed, hugging Ye Meng, "Don't say anything, just sleep."
The two lay in bed and almost simultaneously fell into a deep sleep.
They slept soundly until the sun began to set in the west.
Only then did they wake up, and Fang Che felt that such a peaceful and comfortable environment couldn't be wasted. Moreover, Ye Meng had rested for so long that she must have fully recovered and her combat power was at its peak.
So he pulled Ye Meng to dual cultivate again, enhancing their strength.
Ye Meng was unwilling, but Fang Che forced her.
So she had no choice but to...
When the two finally got dressed and got out of bed, night had fallen again...
Ye Meng's face was tired, and her legs trembled, "Beast..."
"Let's go, I'll take you out for a good meal."
Fang Che, full of energy, even practiced with various weapons in the courtyard, then practiced the sword techniques demonstrated by the girls from the various World Outside Sects after the Grand Competition, consolidating his skills.
He especially focused on the techniques from the Netherworld Palace and Azure Netherworld Palace.
Although it was just a form without any cultivation technique, he still took it seriously.
Perhaps it would be useful in the future.
Those genius disciples probably didn't realize that there was such a monstrous talent in the world, someone who could memorize their sword techniques after seeing them just once.
Of course, Fang Che didn't remember everything, but just remembering the techniques of three sects was already pushing his limits.
The Netherworld Palace, the Azure Nether Palace, and the Snow Flower Palace; as for the White Cloud Palace and the Purple Robe Palace, he only remembered a few moves, which were basically useless.
After practicing once, he only felt his aura was harmonious, his Vital Point was full, and he had an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
The dense fog in his Vital Point was compressed by the clouds, leaving only half; but he was about to break through the fourth tier of the King Rank.
After breaking through the second layer of the Boundless Dharma Scripture, Fang Che felt like his entire being had undergone a tremendous change.
He became more perceptive and clear-minded, and his mind was calm and focused.
His cultivation growth also accelerated.
Although he still didn't know how many layers the Boundless Dharma Scripture had, Fang Che had a broad-minded attitude: "It's fine at any layer!"
It didn't matter if it was a hundred or a thousand layers.
Starting from the Samurai rank, he had cultivated the basic technique to the second tier of the Martial King rank.
This was equivalent to nearly seventy levels of ordinary cultivation techniques on the continent!
The leap in progress left Fang Che in awe.
After breaking through, Fang Che tried to suppress the Spiritual Energy in Ye Meng's body while it was running inside her, and he was able to achieve a certain degree of suppression.
Moreover, after leaving, he could maintain the suppression for a period of time.
But this period wasn't very long.
However, it was enough.
Fang Che was delighted, at least, there was hope to suppress the Five Spirit Toad. It was almost impossible to achieve this at the first layer.
He estimated that at the third layer... he could perfectly suppress it.
Furthermore, helping others refine the Five Spirit Toad inside their bodies wasn't impossible either.
Ding Jie Ran's problem seemed to be on the verge of being solved, but he should still be more diligent in his cultivation.
Looking at Ye Meng beside him, Fang Che felt relieved.
Actually, dual cultivation was also a form of cultivation, and it didn't hinder his progress.
But since it was a form of cultivation, he couldn't be lax about it.
Ye Meng had already reached the Third Rank Martial Marquis, and this speed was unacceptable. He had the responsibility and obligation to help her improve her cultivation as quickly as possible.
What if she became a burden in the future?
Ye Meng felt his gaze, turned her head, and saw his wolf-like eyes. She shuddered, clenched her teeth, and quickly turned away.
Suddenly, her whole body began to ache again...
After dinner, Fang Che accompanied Ye Meng shopping, and they even met a few female seniors from the White Cloud Martial Academy. When they saw the school's beauty, Fang, walking with a woman, they gathered around and chatted.
Then, Fang became the leader of a group of women shopping.
As they walked, they encountered several subordinates from the Guardian Palace on patrol, and Fang's group expanded again, becoming a group of men and women shopping together.
Wherever they went, they were a grand sight.
They continued shopping until the moon and stars were sparse, and then the group parted ways.
It was a rare opportunity to relax and have fun.
Ye Meng was delighted, and her mood was particularly high.
She returned to the room with the items she bought and sorted them one by one.
Meanwhile, Fang Che went to the backyard to practice. He tirelessly practiced with various weapons like knives, guns, swords, and flying daggers. When it came to the sword, Fang Che was a bit worried.
The gun was for the Nether Emperor.
The sword was for the Nether King.
What should the sword be called?
What's more impressive is that the materials of the sword and the knife are similar, both belonging to the 'underworld' aura; and like the gun, they are also imbued with malevolent energy, making their power even greater.
This led Fang Che to linger in the eerie names of these weapons, unable to break free from the cycle.
"The sword is the gentleman among weapons, and the gentleman is the emperor, so the sword will be called the Nether Emperor!"
The Nether Emperor.
With the name decided, Fang Che's knife, sword, and gun now had their names.
The Nether Emperor, the Nether King, and the Nether World.
Great.
Fang, carrying his knife, sword, and gun, had a feeling of being surrounded by ghosts.
Surrounded by his followers...
"How many people must be killed to live up to these three names..."
Fang fell into deep thought.
As midnight approached, he wiped his sweat, put away his weapons, and took a shower, the sound of water echoing.
Ye Meng heard the shower and was startled. She immediately jumped onto the bed, pulled the blanket to cover herself, closed her eyes, and feigned light snoring.
This indicated: "I'm already asleep, don't disturb me."
After Fang Che finished showering and entered the room, he heard faint snoring, as if she was sleeping soundly.
He couldn't help but chuckle, "Looks like she's really tired, she's already asleep."
So he lay down on the bed and murmured, "That's strange, doesn't she usually snore? Why is she snoring today?"
Ye Meng kept her eyes closed, her expression unchanged, and the snoring gradually became lighter.
"She wasn't really asleep..." Fang Che rolled over.
"Mercy... tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow we're going back to Azure Wave City... ugh... beast..."
...
The next morning.
Fang Che wore his sword and knife, and the rest of his belongings were stored in the underground room of the Scholar's Residence.
He and Ye Meng rode out of the Scholar's Residence on a white and black horse, heading home. He didn't know that Fang Qingyun was just a hundred miles ahead, also on his way home.
The cousins, without any prior arrangement, had coincidentally decided to travel one after the other.
Fang Che wore a black robe, a gold star attendant robe, and a black dark gold embroidered cloak.
Ye Meng wore a snow-white outfit, with a dark red belt around her slender waist, and a snow-white cloak.
One in black and one in white, and the horses were also black and white.
Handsome and graceful, their figures were striking.
As they left the city, countless commoners cheered along the way: "Fang is back!"
"Fang, the number one in the world!"
"Number one in the world!"
The aftermath of the friendly match was still felt in the White Cloud Continent, as Fang was the Chief Executive of the Guardian Palace!
The first in the King Rank was undoubtedly the number one in the world.
Fang Che laughed along the way, bowing on horseback, "I'm going home... Haha, everyone, make way, I'm going to return home in glory and show off..."
The crowd burst into laughter.
But the people naturally made way, creating a wide path.
"Go back and show off!"
"This young lady is so lucky, she actually gets to follow General Fang."
"Psh, did you not see that he's just an ordinary man? I've lived my whole life and have never seen such a beautiful girl!"
"What you're saying... Isn't it normal for a heavenly beauty to be worthy of General Fang?"
"Beautiful women love heroes."
"You don't know anything. This young lady has been with General Fang since before he made his fortune. Don't talk nonsense, or I'll punch you."
"...What did I say?"
Amidst the commotion, Fang Che rode out of the city with Ye Meng.
This journey perfectly embodied a saying:
When good fortune comes, the spirit is refreshed, and success rides on the wind.
Outside the city, they galloped, the two of them chasing each other, like two lines, one black and one white, freely weaving through the green mountains and clear waters.
The rider was elegant, and the horse was spirited, disappearing in an instant.
They rode on.
They arrived at Sun Yuan's place.
Both Fang Che and Ye Meng instinctively stopped their horses.
The place was now lush with blooming flowers and verdant grass, and the once bloody scene seemed to have been forgotten by the world.
Fang Che sighed deeply.
Ye Meng looked for a long time, remembering Sun Yuan's earth-shattering roars, and couldn't help but sigh as well, timidly saying, "Young Master, are you feeling very sad?"
Sitting on his horse, Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "I feel a bit lost and a bit empty. It's like I had a clear dream, and when I woke up, no matter how real the dream was, the memory gradually became blurry."
In front of him, Sun Yuan seemed to appear again, sitting in his chair, swaying back and forth, his face relaxed and content, saying, "...We in the Demon Sect, selling each other out, is just a trivial matter."
Fang Che closed his eyes.
After a long while, he opened his eyes and said, "Let's go."
The two horses galloped away, disappearing in an instant.
Leaving behind the grass swaying in the wind, the mountains blooming with flowers, smiling.
The place was desolate and lonely.
...
The Fang family in Azure Wave City had been receiving guests ever since the news of Fang Che's championship victory spread. The family had been bustling with visitors every day, like a busy marketplace.
During this time, Fang Zheng Hang's face had been frozen in a smile.
However, even if no one was around, he still wanted to laugh out loud. It felt so good!
His complexion was radiant.
He seemed to have aged backwards by a decade.
"Ahaha, Fang Che, that's my nephew, my own nephew."
"My sister's son, isn't he my nephew?"
"Speaking of when he was young, haha... I've got to tell you, Che'er is a good kid, with a strong sense of self-esteem. Whatever he does, he always wants to do better than others. Since he was young, his standards for himself have always been higher than others..."
"What you're saying is true. When Che'er was young, he was indeed a bit naive for a few months, but there's no other way. He's smart and sensitive, so he thinks a lot. Back then, I said that our big family should be able to accommodate a willful child, right?"
"Don't worry, and there's no need to deliberately discipline him. When he grows up and becomes sensible, he'll naturally improve. Even a stone can be warmed up, let alone a person's heart?"
"Indeed, this kid is ambitious. In just a few months, he's become sensible, obedient, well-behaved, and capable... Haha, so I say, educating a child requires strategy and methods... You can't just be stubborn. You have to understand what the child is thinking, and you also have to understand their stubbornness. Is a child's stubbornness always unreasonable? Actually, children are purer than adults, and their stubbornness in pursuing a goal is also purer, right?"
"I'm happy that Fang Che has made a name for himself. What? He doesn't recognize me? Nonsense... He's still my nephew, even if he becomes the ruler of the continent! Moreover, Che'er is inherently kind, honest, and well-mannered. How could he not recognize his uncle? Look at the robe I'm wearing? Can Azure Wave City have this? My nephew sent it to me!"
"Look at the wine in my storage room? My nephew gave it to me!"
"Look at..."
Fang Zheng Hang boasted.
"How does the young master compare to his nephew?" someone asked.
"Hey, Qing Yun is also a good kid. Although he's not as accomplished as Che'er, he's a good person, filial, honest, and reliable. Moreover, Che'er's success is due to his mother and father's abilities. Qing Yun has been held back by me..."
Fang Zheng Hang sighed and laughed.
Fang Qing Yun, who had just returned, heard these words and felt deeply moved. He fully felt his father's affirmation and love for him, and couldn't help but rush forward, "Father! I'm back!"
He dismounted and ran.
Fang Zheng Hang laughed, "Look, as soon as I mentioned my son, he came back. Everyone, please leave. I want to talk to my son."
He took his son to the ancestral hall.
Pointing at the ancestral tablet, Fang Zheng Hang's face turned stern, "Kneel down! You unfilial child! How dare you come back!"
Plop.
Fang Qing Yun knelt on the ground, looking dazed and confused, "???"
What happened? I just heard you praising me, sounding proud and satisfied, clearly pleased with me...
How did it turn out like this? What did I do?
"You good-for-nothing, look at your cousin, then look at yourself!"
Fang Zheng Hang was furious, "You've been at the bottom of the class since entering the Martial Academy, while your cousin became champion as soon as he arrived. You've made no progress in several years, while your cousin can now represent the continent in battles and win! What about you?"
(End of Chapter)
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