Chapter 395: Oh No!

Chapter 395: Oh No!

Senior Swordmaster Snow was astonished.

Although Ninth Lord was known for his intelligence and cunning, he had never been a fortune-teller. What was going on today?

Just then, he received a message from Dongfang Sansan: "This matter is confidential. Send the person to me within two days."

Senior Swordmaster Snow's heart and soul understood: "I get it."

When Ninth Lord said something was confidential, it was definitely a big deal. That meant not a word could be leaked.

Then he saw another message from Dongfang Sansan: "Something's wrong. How can there still be casualties in the White Cloud Continent with you there?"

"I..."

Senior Swordmaster Snow suddenly felt something was amiss. Fang Che's offense could be overlooked, but why did it feel like he was about to face an even more severe scolding?

"I... I was a little negligent," Senior Swordmaster Snow said cautiously.

"Negligent?"

Dongfang Sansan furrowed his brows, his face turning grim. But thinking it wasn't the time to scold, he took a deep breath and said, "We'll talk after you send the person here."

The communication ended.

But Senior Swordmaster Snow's heart sank.

It was over.

This time, he was probably done for. After returning, a severe scolding was inevitable. Despite not being scolded yet, Senior Swordmaster Snow knew Dongfang Sansan's temper.

The current silence only meant a harsher scolding later.

"I'm dead, dead, dead..."

Over there.

Dongfang Sansan's expression was pained, with a hint of concern: "How has this girl been so unlucky... The mission hasn't even started, and she's almost died twice already. It's too soon."

"Fang Che, for those around you, you're like a calamity star..."

He immediately contacted someone through the Communication Jade: "Zhao Ying'er's physical body is gone, and the Primordial Soul matter, along with the required medicinal ingredients, are they ready?"

The other person was shocked: "What happened? How can it be so soon again? Wasn't she just sent back?"

"There was an unexpected incident," Dongfang Sansan replied helplessly.

The person on the other end sent a message: "Dying so quickly, one after another. Did you put her next to a jinxed star?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"I'll send her to you in two days. How long will it take this time?"

"At least half a year. It seems her cultivation is too low."

"I told you, you're unreliable."

Dongfang Sansan was furious: "You could have gotten an Imperial Rank Sovereign, but what's the use of a General Rank?"

"At that time, it could only be General Rank. How can the cultivation improve if the Primordial Soul isn't unsealed? Alright, send her to me quickly."

"Wait!"

"After this recovery, there should be significant improvement. But where will you send her next? Ninth Lord, this girl, you can only use her nine times. It's too wasteful, isn't it?"

The person on the other end seemed hesitant.

"It's not wasteful. I understand. Don't worry about it. Just make sure this issue doesn't happen again."

Dongfang Sansan put down the Communication Jade and sighed in relief.

But then he furrowed his brows again and sighed. His expression was filled with hesitation.

This expression, except when talking to this person, was rarely seen. Even when the continent was on the brink of destruction, and the Only Righteous Sect was at its peak, this expression was never seen.

But this guy always caused trouble with huge loopholes.

The most frustrating part was the lack of control, predictability, and reasoning.

"When will you ever be reliable!"

Dongfang Sansan rubbed his temples, wondering why everyone around him was so half-baked. Xue Fuxiao was naive, Senior Swordmaster Snow was careless, Yu Tianqi was single-minded, his father was impulsive, and the other elders were all simple-minded and physically strong.

"It's not easy to find someone like Fang Che, who has some brains. But this guy is either already courting death or on his way there... While others strive to survive, he's always ready to be a martyr..."

Dongfang Sansan sat in his chair, a bit worried.

Regarding Fang Che's recent activities in the Guardian Palace, Dongfang Sansan didn't take it seriously. As an insider, it was normal to buy public favor with money, which was the right thing to do. Yan Nan would also understand...

He rang a bell.

Someone entered: "Ninth Lord."

"How are Mo Gan Yun and the others?"

"They're stable. The purple color has faded, except during intense battles, where their pupils turn purple. Otherwise, there are no visible signs."

"Send them to the Far North for trials. Let them temper themselves in the icy lands until they reach the Honored Rank, then they can return. Let them deal with the Ice Demon Sect, Snow Demon Sect, and Far North Ice Demons."

"Yes."

"Once there, don't separate the four of them."

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

"Yang Huofa just submitted the documents. They've just arrived, along with the promotion list and merit list prepared by the Southeast Headquarters."

"I'll take a look."

Dongfang Sansan opened both intelligence reports, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Pointing to the promotion list from the Southeast Headquarters, he said, "This Zhao Shanhe is causing trouble. Fang Che has indeed made significant contributions, and they're not small. But the suspicions on him haven't been cleared yet. How can you tell in just a few days? Why the rush to promote him? Let's put this on hold. After this incident, we'll make adjustments."

"Yes."

"Reply to the Southeast Headquarters. Don't act on your own!"

"Yes."

The person left.

Dongfang Sansan picked up the documents and examined them carefully.

"This is rough!"

He muttered to himself.

...

White Cloud Continent.

Fang Che and the others were all excited! Zhao Ying'er was indeed fine.

Under the protection of Senior Swordmaster Snow, everyone gradually noticed something unusual: after being dead for so long, her body should have stiffened.

But it hadn't.

Even her joints were soft.

"Waaah... Ying'er is fine..." Jing Xiuyun was overjoyed and started crying.

The others also heaved a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere of sadness and grief dissipated.

"I must deliver her to someone who can save her within two days."

Frostblade Swordmaster spoke.

"How far is it? With your speed, how long will it take to get there?" Fang Che asked anxiously.

Since Zhao Ying'er hadn't died, the 'you' that Frostblade Swordmaster used to mock Fang Che naturally transformed into a respectful 'you'.

Although it was the same word, the change in tone was obvious.

This caused Frostblade Swordmaster to roll his eyes.

Truly a realistic situation.

"At full speed, it will take three hours."

Frostblade Swordmaster replied.

"In that case, there's no rush!"

"We must ensure that Zhao Zhishi's efforts are not in vain. After avenging her, we can focus on healing our injuries. Let's deal with the Ning Family Manor first!" Fang Che declared.

Everyone was stunned by his urgency.

So soon?

"The two assassins who tried to kill us are already dead, but none of our people have perished. In this situation, the other party will surely know that there was a mistake. With their current mindset, they won't be able to hide or stay calm. If they act recklessly, it could lead to a disaster that could destroy half of the White Cloud Continent!"

"That's why we must act as quickly as possible!" Fang Che emphasized.

Everyone shuddered, then quickly agreed, "Yes, we must act immediately!"

They turned their attention to Zhao Ying'er. What should they do about her?

Frostblade Swordmaster said, "I'll use my spiritual power to create a seal around her, and she'll be fine."

Ye Meng pleaded, "Please seal me in as well."

"Hmm?" Frostblade Swordmaster asked.

"Zhao Zhishi is definitely terrified right now. Having someone by her side will ease her fears."

Ye Meng explained.

Frostblade Swordmaster looked at Ye Meng with appreciation and smiled, "Alright!"

With a wave of his hand, he sealed Ye Meng within the spiritual power circle as well.

Fang Che held his head, enduring the intense pain in his Divine Sense Sea, and said, "Let's go! To the Ning Family Manor!"

As the turmoil in his Divine Sense Sea intensified, Frostblade Swordmaster frowned, "How did this happen...?"

After sensing his divine sense, he was shocked, "I'll help you calm your divine sense."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. Taking action is the priority."

"There's no rush! We can calm it along the way, I'm confident."

Frostblade Swordmaster assured him.

With his cultivation, calming Fang Che's divine sense fluctuations was as easy as catching a bird in his pants pocket.

Frostblade Swordmaster took Fang Che with him and leaped into the air, disappearing from the crowd's sight. They headed directly to the Ning Family Manor.

During the journey, Frostblade Swordmaster planned to heal Fang Che quickly without delaying their mission. He would establish his superior image and shock the young man.

Hmph, he had the audacity to curse at me earlier.

Now, he would witness Frostblade Swordmaster's strength.

Yuan Jingjiang and the others hurried to catch up, sprinting towards the Ning Family Manor.

Scholar's Residence was left with only Ye Meng, who stayed to care for Zhao Ying'er. She sat by Zhao Ying'er's side, holding her hand, and stayed with her.

Ye Meng had witnessed Zhao Ying'er risking her life to save Fang Che.

She was deeply grateful to Zhao Ying'er.

"Wake up soon, and get better... I'm here with you, don't be afraid." Ye Meng's small hand continuously emitted warmth, nurturing Zhao Ying'er's cold body.

...

Frostblade Swordmaster held Fang Che's hand, and as his divine sense power was activated, it slowly flowed into Fang Che's body.

As the divine sense power entered, Fang Che immediately felt much more comfortable.

However, the current problem was that Fang Che's Divine Sense Sea was expanding and gushing with an endless supply of spring water. It was in chaos, and although Frostblade Swordmaster's divine sense entered to help, it was immediately engulfed by the chaotic divine sense upon entry.

The pain was temporarily soothed, but it led to an explosive growth in divine sense power.

It was like an endless ocean with towering waves, and suddenly, a powerful current was injected, flattening a corner, seemingly calming it.

But the distant waves continued to churn, and when they reached this side, they would be even more massive than before.

Both Frostblade Swordmaster and Fang Che sensed this.

"This won't do!"

Fang Che exclaimed in haste.

Frostblade Swordmaster, feeling as if bitten by a snake, quickly retracted his hand, his eyes wide with shock as if he had seen a ghost, "My divine sense power was devoured by you?"

He felt that as his divine sense power entered Fang Che's Divine Sense Sea, he initially didn't sense anything. But as he gradually calmed a region, that vast divine sense power suddenly lost contact with him!

This was unbelievable!

At this moment, Fang Che was enduring the backlash from Frostblade Swordmaster's divine sense power, his brows furrowed in agony, unable to utter a sound.

The pain was excruciating!

Being crushed into pieces ten thousand times would be less painful than this.

"Go... kill!"

Fang Che couldn't even speak, "We can't waste any time..."

He dared not delay, not even for a breath, as it might allow the demons to disperse. If they escaped from the Ning Family Manor and launched a pursuit, countless innocent civilians might perish in the ensuing battle.

The Ning Family Manor was still nearby.

It was right by the roadside, and before they arrived or Fang Che could give directions, Frostblade Swordmaster's divine sense had already covered the entire North City and automatically located the Ning Family Manor.

The dense divine sense locked onto the target.

Then, the sword's aura became solemn.

Even before it landed, the fate of those inside was sealed.

There was no need to identify who was inside, as in that instant, they were already in a state of panic.

Frostblade Swordmaster had locked onto this location.

We were indeed a step too late in our assassination attempt on Fang Che!

At this point, all we can do is fight with all our might!

It's a do-or-die situation.

Everyone fought with determination.

Suddenly, a powerful aura burst forth from the Ning Family Manor as well.

Thirty or so figures soared into the sky, fleeing in all directions.

In reality, their thoughts were correct. Even if they didn't take action and surrendered, they couldn't hide anything from Frostblade Swordmaster's gaze.

From the moment Frostblade Swordmaster arrived, everything was predetermined.

Seeing so many people rushing out, the burst of murderous aura made Frostblade Swordmaster's heart race.

The fuck, it really is a demon spawn!

Finally found you, hahaha...

Senior Swordmaster Snow waved the Frostblade Sword in the air.

Instantly, a thousand sword lights descended with piercing sharpness.

Without a glance, he charged towards six of them.

One of the six carried someone on his back, desperately fleeing, while the other five protected him.

Screams erupted, and those who tried to escape were all killed without exception, their blood splattering in the air under the dense sword qi.

Not a single living being in the courtyard was spared!

Even the person in the room met the same fate, killed by a single sword strike.

Senior Swordmaster Snow's powerful aura had already enveloped the six who were fleeing.

Five of them let out a mournful howl, their voices hoarse and desperate: "Run!"

Then, they turned and charged back, their bodies rapidly swelling as they prepared to fight desperately to buy time for the Nightmare Demon to escape.

But Senior Swordmaster Snow was not one to let them get away so easily.

With a merciless sword strike, he slashed down.

Five sword lights, like five bolts of lightning, fell from the sky.

Before the five could even reach halfway, they were sliced from head to groin, their bodies torn into ten pieces. The sword qi continued to tear through the space, shattering it.

The five Nightmare Guardians barely managed to block one attack, and even then, they couldn't withstand it.

They tried to delay Senior Swordmaster Snow's attack, but it lasted less than two seconds!

Senior Swordmaster Snow, in his white robe, glided forward and blocked the last one.

Without a word, he shook the tip of his sword.

The sword qi shot out.

A bloody hole appeared on the last Nightmare Guardian's forehead.

His eyes, filled with hatred, instantly turned blank, and he fell to the ground, powerless.

On his back was an elderly man who resembled a scholar. He fell to the ground with a thud, lying there with his eyes wide open, staring at Senior Swordmaster Snow. His face revealed extreme malice.

The old man trembled all over, his eyes slowly moving as he looked at the six Nightmare Guardians, who had turned into corpses, their once charming faces now filled with grief.

Gritting his teeth, the old man turned his head and said, "Rui! Qian! Shan!"

Each word seemed to carry the weight of a vast ocean of hatred.

Senior Swordmaster Snow's divine consciousness enveloped the entire area, ensuring that not a single detail was missed.

Only then did he descend from the sky, and Fang Che, who had accompanied him, also landed.

"Nightmare Demon, this time, we truly meet face to face, right?"

Senior Swordmaster Snow looked at the old man with a cold gaze and said indifferently, "I didn't expect you to look so kind and gentle. I thought your divine soul fragment was something you made up, but it seems it's real. How strange."

"So what if we truly meet?"

The old man was clearly the Nightmare Demon, and he responded with a cold smile, "Do you think you can kill me? Or do you think that by killing this physical body, you've truly killed me?"

Senior Swordmaster Snow said indifferently, "If you can't be killed, then why don't you abandon this body and escape? Nightmare Demon, this physical body must be important to you, right?"

The Nightmare Demon's facial muscles twitched, obviously struck by a painful truth. He snarled, "So what? When it's time to abandon it, the physical body can also be discarded."

Senior Swordmaster Snow let out a cold laugh and said, "How many physical bodies have you had so far?"

The Nightmare Demon coldly smiled but didn't answer.

Senior Swordmaster Snow asked, "If my guess is correct, when you were backlashed by Ninth Lord, the original body died, right? And this current body, you got it after that, didn't you?"

The Nightmare Demon's eyes revealed a cruel expression, but he still didn't answer.

"So, when the original body died, your divine soul fell into a coma for three thousand years?"

Senior Swordmaster Snow mocked, "And this time, if this body dies, and moreover, a divine soul fragment dies, and all eight of your Nightmare Guardians are dead... How many years will you be in a coma? Three thousand years? Six thousand years?"

The Nightmare Demon snarled, "You don't need to worry about the thousands of years. I can wait. When I come out again, Rui Qian Shan, I'll make you pay for today's actions with the lives of ten billion divine souls on the Guardian Continent!"

Senior Swordmaster Snow smiled faintly, his eyes sharp, "Nonsense. By then, I don't even know if I'll still be alive. Why should I care about thousands of years later? You're trying to scare me with these words today? Have you lost your mind? If not, then please, proceed."

The Nightmare Demon lay on the ground, his eyes filled with infinite resentment.

"Rui Qian Shan, you can only destroy one of my physical bodies!"

The Nightmare Demon whispered venomously, "I am the soul of a divine spirit. Do you really think you've won? There's still a long way to go. I hope you live a few more years. Let's play slowly."

On one side, Fang Che quietly released the Golden Horned Dragon.

A divine spirit's soul?

If I can swallow the soul of your divine soul fragment, why can't I swallow your current main soul?

Try me!

Senior Swordmaster Snow hummed and said indifferently, "Then we'll meet again in a few thousand years. It's a pity that in these thousands of years, you won't see my heroic spirit!"

With a wave of the Frostblade Sword, more than ten sword lights pierced the Nightmare Demon's forehead, throat, heart, and dantian...

Puff, puff, puff...

The physical body was almost directly flayed by Senior Swordmaster Snow.

Even the flesh, bones, and blood were clearly cut and shattered.

With a direct sword strike, the heart meridian was severed, and there was a slight sign of damage on it.

"The physical body actually has a Five Spirit Toad," Senior Swordmaster Snow said.

In Fang Che's divine sense sea, the pain was overwhelming, but he said indifferently, "Just for communication, and he still wants to have one of these."

They waited quietly.

Yuan Jingjiang and the others had already arrived and were cleaning up the battlefield.

This wave of spoils was quite rich. Each corpse had many good items. Although they couldn't keep them, it was still a substantial achievement.

Senior Swordmaster Snow, of course, wouldn't take these credits.

"Thirty-two corpses, including the Nightmare Demon, thirty-three. Identifying the identities of each corpse," Yuan Jingjiang reported respectfully, standing straight and without a hint of carelessness.

Frostblade Sword stared intently at the Nightmare Demon's corpse, nodding casually.

His long sword emanated a chilling sword aura, clearly waiting for the Nightmare Demon's soul to appear. Frostblade Sword was determined to try again, even though he knew it might be futile.

Yuan Jingjiang couldn't stand by and quickly scurried away, urging everyone to get to work.

A moment later...

A faint shadow slowly rose from the Nightmare Demon's body, just as expected.

Standing tall in the void, with brows and eyes that seemed familiar, a kind and benevolent gaze, it was indeed the Nightmare Demon.

However, unlike the previous soul fragment, this shadow was a faint golden color, filled with a sacred aura.

"Frostblade Sword, we meet again," the Nightmare Demon's soul said, its power evident even to Fang Che.

Standing before them, it was almost indistinguishable from a real person, with barely any sense of illusion.

The sense of 'solidity' was exceptionally pronounced.

"We meet again, what's the point?" Frostblade Sword asked, taking a deep breath.

With his sword, Frostblade Sword unleashed a relentless barrage of eighty-one strikes!

Swish, swish, swish...

The solid-like sword aura crisscrossed the Nightmare Demon's soul, but not even a crack appeared.

The Nightmare Demon stood motionless, watching Frostblade Sword with a disdainful smile, "Can you kill me if I stand still?"

Frostblade Sword replied calmly, "Well, isn't that you, all bloody and mangled?"

"If I stand still, I'm just a ghost. You can't kill me, but who can you kill? With your current ghostly appearance, even a three-year-old child could defeat you."

The Nightmare Demon's expression changed.

Because he couldn't kill him.

"Nightmare Demon, what's the point of living like this?" Frostblade Sword asked.

"Here, let me help you again," Frostblade Sword said, wiping his finger on his spatial ring.

Instantly, a pile of things poured out onto the Nightmare Demon's body with a whooshing sound.

"Ugh..."

Fang Che, who was already feeling uncomfortable, was immediately overwhelmed by the stench and retreated ten zhang away, covering his nose with a distorted expression.

It was unclear when Frostblade Sword had prepared these items or who had suggested it, or if it was a sudden idea.

In his spatial ring, there were several buckets of feces, black dog blood, black cat blood, and black donkey blood...

Not a drop was wasted, and it all landed on the Nightmare Demon.

The Nightmare Demon's faintly golden shadow was unaffected and quickly freed itself from the mess, proving that this tactic was useless.

However, the Nightmare Demon was thoroughly disgusted.

Even in its soul state, having feces poured into its mouth—although it had no physical form and couldn't feel or smell it—the disgust was still there.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." The Nightmare Demon's soul made retching motions, emitting a gut-wrenching sound, "Rui Qian Shan... You damn... You damn disgusting..."

Frostblade Sword was also disgusted, and he had been feeling sick for a long time while collecting these items.

But seeing the Nightmare Demon's current state, he suddenly burst out laughing, "Nightmare Demon, I made a mistake. I should have poured it into your mouth when your physical body was still alive. Next time, I won't make the same mistake. I'll pour it directly into your mouth until your stomach swells up."

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

The Nightmare Demon's soul continued to retch as Frostblade Sword spoke, "Despicable... Ugh... Disgusting... Ugh... Lowly... Ugh... I can't take it anymore..."

The illusory shadow rose into the air, "Ugh... Frostblade Sword, you damn... Ugh... Wait for it... Ugh..."

It was truly disgusting!

Even the Nightmare Demon instinctively wondered, "What kind of person did this?"

As he thought about it, the retching sensation intensified.

Fang Che's face twisted in disgust, marveling at the scene.

It was truly remarkable that Frostblade Sword had resorted to such tactics.

Looking at Frostblade Sword's white robe, which now had a patch of filth on it, Fang Che felt a tickle in his throat, "Ugh! Ugh... Ugh..."

As the Nightmare Demon rose, Frostblade Sword was at a loss, unsure if he should let the guy's primordial soul escape.

He couldn't help but ask, "Fang Che, do you have any ideas?"

Fang Che rolled his eyes.

Should I tell him?

He shook his head, looking bewildered, "No!"

Just as Fang Che said 'no', a Golden Horned Dragon, lying in wait in the void, excitedly opened its mouth and bit down!

Puchi!

Before Fang Che could even smile inwardly, the Nightmare Demon's face, which was a faint golden color, suddenly froze, and then a look of ecstasy appeared.

It immediately turned its head and opened its mouth, biting fiercely into the void!

The Golden Horned Dragon's soul body writhed in pain, and half of its tail was bitten off by the Nightmare Demon, its soul immediately in peril.

Damn, I can't bite this soul body, and it can even bite me back!

And it bit off half of its tail with just one bite!

The Golden Horned Dragon was terrified and fled at full speed.

Fang Che was shocked, never expecting such a turn of events. The Golden Horned Dragon could deal with a soul fragment but not the main body, and it almost got devoured.

He quickly opened his divine sense space, allowing the Golden Horned Dragon to escape into it, ensuring it wouldn't be eaten by the Nightmare Demon.

The Golden Horned Dragon fled at full speed, darting into the divine sense space like lightning.

But what happened next surprised Fang Che and Frostblade Sword, who was watching the Nightmare Demon.

The Nightmare Demon's faintly golden soul directly rushed towards Fang Che and then slammed into his forehead.

"Damn, no way!"

As Frostblade Sword watched in shock, the Nightmare Demon's faintly golden body desperately tried to enter Fang Che's head, and it had already succeeded.

A faint golden light flashed, leaving only two illusory feet visible.

"Damn it!" Frostblade Sword exclaimed.

(End of Chapter)

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