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Chapter 374: Brother Yin, Save Me! (Part 2)
Chapter 374: Brother Yin, Save Me! (Part 2)
Occasionally, he would applaud and praise, "Good job."
As if he hadn't noticed Duan Xiyang's face, which was so gloomy that it seemed like water would drip from it.
Duan Xiyang was on the verge of exploding.
He went out again, killed over a dozen people in the Faceless Tower, and before they could even settle down at headquarters, Yan Nan dragged them over.
All this was just to teach his granddaughter the spear.
And that granddaughter, Yan Beihan, had zero talent for the spear.
To be honest, before teaching Yan Beihan the spear, he quite liked this clever girl.
But now, Duan Xiyang considered Yan Beihan the most annoying person in his life.
In the training ground, Yan Beihan sat on her horse with a straight back, her spear thrusting out with a sharp intent, and her aura was awe-inspiring.
Yan Nan clapped his hands.
Duan Xiyang's anger came from all directions. "What's with that spear thrust? Can't you straighten your back? Is that even a back? So soft and wobbly, like a loach! You call that Dragon Ascends to Sea? This is more like a Loach Soft as a Loach!"
"What are you looking at? Why are you crying?"
"Your pathetic back..."
Duan Xiyang's face darkened.
"Hey, Old Duan."
Yan Nan, feeling a bit hurt seeing his granddaughter being scolded, called a halt to the training. "How can you talk to a girl like that? Besides, girls naturally have softer backs. Your reasoning is flawed."
Duan Xiyang flew into a rage. "Then don't let her practice the spear! Or teach her yourself! You drag me here every day to serve your granddaughter, and she's as useless as a bean curd snake! You're not blind; can't you see that your granddaughter isn't cut out for the spear?"
Yan Nan was furious. "How dare you speak to the Deputy Sect Master like that! Watch your attitude!"
"My spear has slain a million corpses to reach its current level. She's just blindly practicing, what can she possibly achieve? If she wants to kill, she should go out and fight!"
Duan Xiyang was extremely annoyed and cursed, "Yan Wu! Stop showing off your Deputy Sect Master status in front of me! You're provoking me! One spear thrust, and I'll impale you! Don't blame me if I revolt!"
Yan Nan blew his beard and glared, then reluctantly said, "Take a break for a moment."
Yan Beihan, drenched in sweat, with red eyes, sheathed her spear and stood up.
She walked up to Duan Xiyang with her head lowered. "Grandpa Duan, please don't be angry. I'm not talented in spear practice, but I'm trying my best... Besides, if you're tired, I can give you a shoulder massage."
Duan Xiyang's expression softened slightly, but his anger hadn't completely subsided. He sighed and said, "Girl, tell your grandpa, let him stop tormenting us both. You're just not cut out for this. After practicing for so long, you're still not as sharp as that Night Demon boy's spear intent when I first met him."
Yan Beihan's eyes lit up. "The Night Demon also practices the spear? How is he?"
"With your current spear skills, if you were to face him in a spear duel, he'd probably impale you with one thrust!"
Duan Xiyang rolled his eyes.
"Have you seen the Night Demon? What do they look like?"
Yan Beihan's interest was piqued.
"They look like a person," Duan Xiyang replied.
In Duan Xiyang's eyes, appearance held no value. To him, a single thrust of his white bone spear would turn anyone into a pile of minced meat. Talking about appearances was simply boring. So when he said that Fang Zhe looked like a person, it was actually high praise.
Yan Beihan's enthusiasm grew, "Grandpa Duan, tell me more..."
In the pavilion, Yan Nan coughed forcefully, "Practice the spear! Keep practicing!"
Duan Xiyang dragged his white bone spear along the ground with little energy, leaving a trail of sparks.
"I really have sinned..."
Just then, Yan Nan's expression changed, and he took out a communication jade.
It was a message from the Yin Shengong.
After reading it, his eyebrows furrowed.
This damn...
The Nightmare Demon is currently trapped on the White Cloud Continent? The Frostblade Sword is gone?
And the Divine Deity Sect? They want to seek refuge with the Night Demon in times of crisis?
This is pure trouble!
But Yan Nan was also clear that, for now, the Nightmare Demon's value far outweighed that of the Night Demon, who was still far from reaching her full potential.
At this stage, the Night Demon could die, but the Nightmare Demon must not! It was a matter of a crucial power gap.
Yan Nan's heart was filled with frustration and anger. He cursed, "Didn't I say not to enter the city? How did they still manage to get into the White Cloud Continent? Even if they changed continents, it wouldn't cause so much trouble!"
But in his heart, he knew why.
Why choose the White Cloud Continent? It must be because the most successful branch of the One Heart Sect is there, and because of its success, their identities are safe. So, in a critical moment, that place becomes an escape route!
"Damn it! Why do all these troubles come together? Isn't this giving them an opportunity to take us down in one fell swoop?"
Yan Nan became more and more furious.
But he couldn't give up on the Nightmare Demon.
"Duan Xiyang!"
Yan Nan roared.
Duan Xiyang dragged his spear and approached, his eyelids half-closed, "What's the matter?"
"Look at the mess you've created!"
Yan Nan held the communication jade, pointing at it with his finger, "You suggested restoring the Nightmare Demon, didn't you? Wasn't it you who found the Ten Thousand Year Rebirth Herb for her? Take a look!"
Duan Xiyang calmly replied, "But it was you who didn't allow her to gather the Dream Spirit in our sect. It was you who forced her to go to the Guardian Continent."
After saying this, he added, "I'm not in charge of sect affairs, so why are you asking me?"
He turned and went back, focusing on teaching Yan Beihan spear techniques. It was clear that Duan Xiyang had become more serious.
Yan Nan sighed and first replied to the Yin Shengong, "If it's truly a matter of life and death, she can go. But before she goes, she must ensure her safety... and not cause trouble for the branch."
Then he sent a message to the Nightmare Demon, "Going to the White Cloud Continent branch of the One Heart Sect is fine, but you must ensure that you don't burden the branch."
At this moment, Yan Deputy Sect Master had no idea that the Nightmare Demon had already fallen into a deep sleep...
She would definitely not see his message.
...
Upon receiving the message from Yan Deputy Sect Master, the Yin Shengong also felt relieved.
With this, even if something happened, it wouldn't be blamed on him.
He immediately replied to Kou Yifang.
"The Deputy Sect Master has instructed that if it's truly a matter of life and death, she can seek refuge in the branch, but she must ensure the branch's safety. However, if it's not a life-threatening situation, under no circumstances should she go."
Kou Yifang's reply came immediately, "Brother Yin, thank you!"
The Yin Shengong ignored him and sent a message to Fang Zhe.
"Night Demon, where are you? An unexpected situation has occurred. Reply as soon as you see this!"
...
In the Guardian Palace of the White Cloud Continent.
Looking at the newly dressed Tang Zheng and his wife, all the priests stood at attention.
The couple lay quietly on the bright red bed.
One wore a Silver Star Clerk's robe, looking dignified.
The other wore a Phoenix Crown and a Red Robe, her features elegant.
Tang Zheng's face was filled with proud laughter, while Xiao Mei's face was serene and happy, with a slight smile.
Yuan Jingjiang had already brought over his wife and Tang Zheng's parents and family, and their faces were covered in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Serve the wine."
Fang Zhe's expression was calm, wearing a Gold Star Clerk's robe, a hat, and a straight posture, looking solemn.
Each person was served a cup of wine.
"Today is a big day for Tang Zheng. His priest identity has been approved. Starting this morning, he is Priest Tang. This has been Tang Zheng's lifelong pursuit and his greatest pride. Let's congratulate him!"
"Secondly, the clues left behind by Tang Zheng's desperate struggle led to the capture and execution of the Nightmare Demon's avatar and two Nightmare Guards on the White Cloud Continent. This is a great achievement. According to his merits, he should be promoted to a Silver Star Clerk. Let's congratulate Tang Zheng."
"Thirdly, Tang Zheng once said that he wanted me to drink at his wedding. Although they were unable to complete their wedding in their lifetime, they had already established their relationship. So, today, as Tang Zheng's superior, I will take charge. Let's offer our blessings to this couple!"
Fang Zhe's sharp gaze fell on Tang Zheng's family, and he said solemnly, "Blessings to Tang Zheng and Xiao Mei, may they be together for eternity, never to be separated. In the next life, may they grow old together, their love enduring, sharing a harmonious life!"
Tang Zheng's mother cried out, almost fainting.
"I... agree!"
Tang Zheng's mother wailed, "My child... Mother agrees, Mother agrees! Mother... was wrong."
Amidst the mournful cries,
Fang Zhe raised his cup, "Brother Tang Zheng, congratulations... on achieving your wish. Congratulations on becoming a Guardian, a Guardian Palace priest. Congratulations on your promotion to Silver Star. Congratulations on your happy marriage! And congratulations on your journey..."
He took a sip, drinking half the cup.
The remaining half was gently poured onto the ground.
Everyone followed suit.
Instantly, the hall was filled with the aroma of wine.
Fang Zhe looked at Tang Zheng's family and said softly, "Tang Zheng and Xiao Mei, let them be buried in the West Mountain Heroic Soul Cemetery."
Regarding the family's ancestral tomb, how about building a symbolic tomb?"
"As you wish, this is the honor of the Tang family. Thank you, Director Fang, for taking care of everything."
Tang Zheng's mother had tears in her eyes, and with gratitude, she said, "During the time Tang Zheng was at home, he talked about Director Fang the most. He is most grateful and admires Director Fang. I once said that I wanted to thank Director Fang... Alas, now Director Fang personally fulfills Tang Zheng's wish and handles everything. I, as his mother, bow to Director Fang on behalf of my son."
She knelt down.
Director Fang hurriedly supported her, feeling a surge of complex emotions, unsure of what to say. After a long while, he said, "You raised a good son. Tang Zheng... he truly lived up to being a man! He is worthy of wearing the Executor's robe!"
He paused, his throat feeling choked up, and then he said heavily, "He was a good man, a very good man!"
The sound of crying filled the air.
"Let's bury him tonight! Let him rest in peace as soon as possible, and tonight is also their bridal night! Don't let the newlyweds wait too long!"
"Good!"
Two hours later.
West Mountain Cemetery.
A new tomb stood tall and majestic.
"The tomb of the Silver Star Executor Tang Zheng and his wife from the Guardian Palace of White Cloud Continent."
Director Fang and the others bowed respectfully.
The incense candles were lit.
Tang Zheng's tomb was right next to Ren Chang and his wife's.
Director Fang caressed Ren Chang's tombstone, his heart filled with a mix of emotions. He spoke softly, "Ren Chang, we meet again. Tang Zheng just arrived, so take care of him and help him integrate into the family. You know he's a timid guy. Take good care of him."
"Another day has passed, old Ren."
Director Fang sighed softly.
Jing Xiuyun approached with a solemn expression and said, "Director Fang."
"Hmm?"
"Over there are Zuo Guanglie and the other ten."
Jing Xiuyun reminded him, "I remember, you haven't been here before. Go and see Old Zuo and the others."
"Okay."
Director Fang felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he spoke in a low voice, "You all take care of things here, I'll go and see Old Zuo and the others."
He walked slowly, each step on the bluestone ground seemed to echo, each sound resonating in his heart.
Jing Xiuyun also felt that Director Fang's footsteps were unusually heavy, and she couldn't help but sigh.
Ever since Director Fang took office at the Guardian Palace, in a short period, Ren Chang sacrificed himself, followed by Zuo Guanglie and the other ten. Now, even Tang Zheng was lying here.
These were all people very close to Director Fang.
One could only imagine how painful Director Fang's heart must be.
Director Fang walked on the bluestone path, feeling as if each step was on the path to the netherworld, and the tombs ahead were like the homes of Zuo Guanglie and the others.
The ten tombstones stood still, as if ten people were standing there, their eyes staring intently at Director Fang as he approached.
Finally, he reached the tombstone.
Looking at the names on the tombstone, Zuo Guanglie and the others.
Director Fang instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the tombstone.
But halfway through his reach, he remembered that Zuo Guanglie might not want him to touch it, so his arm stiffened in mid-air, and he withdrew it.
His heart was still tumultuous, and he wanted to say something, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a word.
He looked deeply into each name.
He bowed deeply to each tombstone.
The night deepened, and the night dew was heavy.
He stood alone for a long time, silent.
The night dew dampened his temples.
He closed his eyes, feeling as if his body had lost its weight and was drifting in the clouds. In front of him, the figures of Zuo Guanglie and the others appeared one by one, their cold gazes constantly falling upon his face.
They asked silently.
"Who are you, really?"
"What kind of person are you?"
Director Fang closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, feeling the coolness of the night, his lips tightly shut, unmoving for a long time.
From afar, Jing Xiuyun and the others watched, and they saw Director Fang's figure in the night, seemingly merging with the tombstones of Zuo Guanglie and the others, appearing surreal as they swayed in the night mist.
His black cloak fluttered in the wind, making a fluttering sound, as if conversing with the heroic souls in the night.
Suddenly, everyone felt as if Director Fang had also transformed into one of the heroic souls.
After a while, as they were cleaning up, everyone prepared to leave.
Director Fang, drenched in night dew, emerged from the thick mist, and as he walked out, the mist dissipated, revealing his upright face."
It was as if he had returned from hell to the human world.
His hair glistened with night dew.
Everyone looked at him with concern.
Director Fang's gaze wandered across the cemetery, West Mountain Cemetery... it had expanded.
Tombstone after tombstone stood in formation, stretching into the distance, seemingly endless.
In the future, countless more would be buried here.
"Director Fang," everyone looked at him with worry.
"I'm fine. Let's bid farewell to Tang Zheng and the others," Director Fang said.
He turned and took the flowers from Zhao Ying'er's hand, placing them neatly on Tang Zheng's tombstone.
In his mind's eye, he saw Tang Zheng's excited figure following him on patrol, his eyes sparkling.
Director Fang stood silently, and after a while, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"Tang Zheng, do you regret it?"
The tombstone remained silent, and the flowers bloomed vibrantly.
Everyone bowed silently, said their farewells, and then left the West Mountain Cemetery one by one.
The once bustling cemetery gradually returned to tranquility.
The incense sticks continued to burn slowly, their smoke curling upwards and lingering in the air.
A gust of wind blew, and the paper ashes swirled and danced, forming a small whirlwind in the air, slowly rotating as if bidding farewell to Director Fang and the others.
On the tombstone, the flowers bloomed brightly, exuding a fragrant scent.
Just like the radiant face of Xiao Mei.
The tombstone stood tall and silent, proud and unwavering.
Unwavering, just like Tang Zheng's face in his final moments.
Standing tall and proud, a true man!
...
(End of Chapter)
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