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Chapter 396: Fang Che's Possession by the Nightmare Demon
Chapter 396: Fang Che's Possession by the Nightmare Demon
As Fang Che was about to enter the Nightmare Demon's head, Frostblade Sword was already in a panic!
He quickly reached out to grab him.
His action was faster than lightning.
But the Nightmare Demon was a soul entity, and he couldn't make contact with it. He only felt an empty grasp, and with a swish, both of its legs entered!
The Nightmare Demon had invaded Fang Che's divine sense space!
"Soul Possession?!"
Frostblade Sword's face paled instantly, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
His eyes widened in shock.
It was over; in this moment, Fang Che had been lost right here!
Damn it, on this trip to the White Cloud Continent, not only had Zhao Ying'er been seriously injured due to my negligence, but now Fang Che was also in trouble!
And it happened right under my nose!
He didn't know how to explain it when he returned, and his mind was filled with one thought: It's over, it's over, it's over.
Looking up, he saw Fang Che standing stiffly, clearly stunned as well.
Frostblade Sword was so anxious that sweat dripped from his head. He supported Fang Che's shoulders with both hands and asked repeatedly, "Fang Che! Fang Che! How are you? How are you?"
Fang Che's body was rigid, and his eyes were vacant, as if he hadn't heard a word.
Frostblade Sword was so anxious that he spun in place, his face contorting.
What should he do? What should he do?
After a breath, Fang Che's body, like a rotten wooden post, fell to the ground with a bang.
His eyes were tightly shut.
He was completely unconscious!
"Damn it... I'm so screwed!"
Frostblade Sword's eyes bulged, and his head felt like it was about to explode. "Damn it, wake up..."
He hugged Fang Che.
And started running back.
Oh my god, something big had happened!
Yuan Jingjiang, who had also witnessed everything, was completely stunned, and a deafening scream echoed: "Chief Fang... Chief Fang!"
He was about to chase after them!
Frostblade Sword's voice came from a distance: "Clean up the battlefield, now!"
Yuan Jingjiang stood there, dazed, his eyes vacant. "Oh my, Chief Fang... Chief Fang, oh my..."
Yun Jianqiu and the others rushed over: "Hall Master, what happened to Chief Fang? What's wrong with him?"
Yuan Jingjiang's eyes were fixed, and suddenly, tears streamed down his face. He sat down on the ground, slapping his thighs and wailing, "He... he... he... waaaah..."
...
Frostblade Sword was in a panic.
Although he didn't know about Fang Che's involvement with the Nightmare Demon or Starlight Commander, he could see Fang Che's genius!
Overwhelming champions, the top king of the world!
A future Arsenal Rankings contender.
And now, while following his orders, the Nightmare Demon had invaded Fang Che's divine sense right under his nose.
Frostblade Sword felt like his heart was about to explode.
He hugged Fang Che and rushed back to the Scholar's Residence, sweat dripping from his head in anxiety.
This kid had just cursed at me, and I haven't even settled the score with him... Damn it, what's the point of thinking about that now? As long as he's okay, I'd rather be cursed at again, no, three times! Ten times!
On the way back, he had to guard against the Nightmare Demon's soul possessing Fang Che's body and its potential counterattack... It was humiliating.
Ye Meng, who was with Zhao Ying'er, suddenly heard a loud bang as the door was smashed open. She saw Frostblade Sword rushing in with Fang Che in his arms, and Fang Che was unconscious. Her heart nearly exploded: "What happened to him?"
"Oh... don't ask..."
Frostblade Sword, flustered, placed Fang Che on the bed.
Then he immediately asked Ye Meng to leave: "You go out first, I'll heal him."
Ye Meng hurried out, knowing that the situation was urgent if even Frostblade Sword was this anxious. No matter how many questions she had, she could only put them aside for now.
After Ye Meng left, Frostblade Sword quickly set up a barrier.
Then he took out the Communication Jade and started calling for help.
Dong Fang Sansan was in the middle of planning the next step when he saw the message and his heart sank.
Frostblade Sword, Xue Fuxiao, and Bu Chou were the three people he trusted the most. They were the type to follow orders precisely and complete tasks without compromise.
Don't be fooled by their cheapness, clumsiness, or stubbornness; they were truly capable.
Tasks assigned to Frostblade Sword were always completed without fail.
In all these years, this was the first time he had seen Frostblade Sword so panicked that he even cried for help. Dong Fang Sansan immediately became serious.
"Don't panic."
Dong Fang Sansan said, "Take your time, what happened?"
Frostblade Sword replied, "An accident occurred while killing the Nightmare Demon."
"Hmm?"
"Fang Che, who was with me at the Guardian Palace, killed the Nightmare Demon's physical body! But the Nightmare Demon's soul escaped and suddenly entered Fang Che's mind."
Frostblade Sword anxiously asked, "What should we do in this situation?"
Dong Fang Sansan dropped the teacup in his hand.
He sat down heavily, his face turning pale.
Fang Che?
The Nightmare Demon entered his mind? Soul possession?
Dong Fang Sansan felt like his head was about to explode!
On the Communication Jade, Frostblade Sword's message continued: "This kid is unconscious now, but what should we do? The elixir doesn't seem to have the right ingredients."
"The Nightmare Demon hasn't come out..."
"This is the first time I've encountered this. I'm out of ideas; please give me some advice."
"..."
Dong Fang Sansan took a breath and finally picked up the Communication Jade with trembling hands, asking bluntly, "What can you do now?"
Frostblade Sword: "..."
"You went to kill the Nightmare Demon, so why bring him along? What help can he offer?"
Dong Fang Sansan was furious: "Are you looking for trouble?"
Frostblade Sword was at a loss on the other side.
He felt extremely wronged.
He wanted to say, this fcking mission was arranged by Fang Che, and he dragged me along... Moreover, before that, I was scolded by this kid...
But he wisely said nothing.
He just stared at the Communication Jade, waiting for the scolding.
Even across a thousand mountains and rivers, he could sense the kind of raging anger from Dongfang Sansan that was almost explosive.
He had never seen Dongfang Sansan so furious, and for a moment, he was stunned.
Oh my god...
Dongfang Sansan was so angry that he almost wanted to smash his desk, and the feeling of collapse rushed over him, making it impossible to hold back.
Just as he was about to start scolding Frostblade Sword again, he suddenly remembered something.
His mind flashed with clarity.
"What cultivation level is Fang Che at now?" he asked urgently.
Frostblade Sword, still dazed from the scolding, instinctively replied with a single word, "Huh?"
"What do you mean, huh?"
Dongfang Sansan angrily asked, "What cultivation level is he at now? What King Rank? Hurry up!"
"Sixth Rank King."
Frostblade Sword was quite confident about this.
"Sixth Rank? Early Stage? Intermediate Stage?"
"Intermediate Stage, but not yet Advanced Stage!"
Frostblade Sword was completely baffled. Why did Ninth Lord suddenly ask about this while he was angry?
The Nightmare Demon had invaded his mind, but what did it have to do with cultivation levels?
Forget about the King Rank; even if it were the Venerate or Saint Rank, it wouldn't be able to withstand the Divine Soul of the Nightmare Demon.
"Intermediate Stage of the Sixth Rank?"
Dongfang Sansan's expression froze for a moment, and then he took a breath, relaxed, and narrowed his eyes, finally revealing the smile that had always been on his face—'With the world in my hands, and the wind and clouds in my heart.'
He muttered, "Damn it! That bastard scared me!"
Turning his head, he checked if anyone was around. Seeing that his image wasn't affected, he instantly calmed down.
He walked back to his seat with steady steps, and surprisingly, he even brewed a cup of tea first.
He gently blew on the tea, causing the tea leaves floating on the cup to dance gracefully.
Focusing his mind and calming his breath, he felt his heart and mind had finally settled, and only then did he leisurely pick up the Communication Jade.
On the other side, Frostblade Sword had already become so anxious that his lips were about to blister.
Ninth Lord had been so furious and hadn't replied for a long time.
Could it be that he had fainted from anger?
Or maybe he didn't want to talk to me anymore?
What's going on?
Ninth Lord, you should say something. Your silence makes me feel very uncomfortable.
I'd rather you curse me out than make me endure your cold violence, Ninth Lord!
It's so hard to bear...
Time seemed to crawl by...
After a long wait, Frostblade Sword felt that more than two years had passed.
He couldn't help but grab the Communication Jade and start apologizing, "Ninth Lord, I was wrong. This matter is indeed my fault. Fang Che scolded me, and he was right..."
Dongfang Sansan was considering how to explain this to Frostblade Sword.
After all, it wasn't easy to explain, and Fang Che's identity was sensitive. Frostblade Sword couldn't know about it.
It's not that Frostblade Sword was unreliable, but... only he and Xue Fuxiao knew, and they had never told anyone else.
If he told Frostblade Sword today, he might tell others tomorrow.
Yu Tianqi, Bu Chou, and even his own father—which one of these people couldn't be trusted? Does trust mean they should know secrets? Then what's the point of keeping secrets?
Dongfang Sansan had always been meticulous when it came to preventing small problems from becoming big ones. As he was thinking about this, he received a message from Frostblade Sword, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he asked, "Fang Che scolded you? Why did Fang Che scold you?"
Dongfang Sansan became calm, and his thoughts were as meticulous as they were terrifying. For example, with this sentence, he subconsciously played a trick: he didn't ask, 'How dare Fang Che scold you?'
Instead, he directly asked why Fang Che scolded him.
This required great skill. 'How dare Fang Che scold you?' is a question that would shift Frostblade Sword's attention to identity, and once shifted, the unpleasant answer would be different.
Directly asking why Fang Che scolded him meant that Frostblade Sword would only consider the reason and nothing else. This is a small technique to limit the expansion of thoughts through questioning.
Frostblade Sword didn't understand these intricacies. If he had to consider these twists and turns, his sword skills might even regress.
Without thinking, he started to answer, "I... he... so he scolded me..."
Dongfang Sansan's face turned pale.
He had a feeling that he might have forgotten something, and it turned out he really had.
He forgot to add a sentence like, 'After you go, work well with the Guardian Palace to rely on their investigation below to force out the Nightmare Demon.' He only wanted Frostblade Sword to intimidate! But this guy actually stayed in the sky for so many days without descending!
Dongfang Sansan had an urge to spit blood.
"Can't you use your brain?"
Dongfang Sansan angrily said, "You're so narrow-minded, and you blame others for scolding you?"
"I'm not blaming anyone."
Frostblade Sword said, "I already apologized."
"..."
Dongfang Sansan closed his eyes.
His temples started throbbing.
No, he had to stay calm.
Half a day later, he finally spoke, "Qian Shan, do you know how I will die in the future?"
Frostblade Sword, rarely showing his intelligence, said, "I'll be angry to death?"
Dongfang Sansan exhaled. A clear black line appeared on his forehead. You damn fool! You're actually being so obedient!
He could easily imagine how Fang Che must have been stomping around in anger during this time!
That kind of collapsing rage, pointing to the heavens and cursing the earth!
"Ah, bring Zhao Ying'er back."
Dongfang Sansan sighed, no longer discussing these incomprehensible issues with him. As it turned out, he was just a sword.
He could only be a sword.
Beyond his exceptional swordplay, he also excels in being shameless!
"What about Fang Che?"
Ying Xue Jian asked.
"In this situation, there's no solution. It's up to him. Secondly... there are still unresolved suspicions about Fang Che."
Dong Fang San San pondered, deliberating, and also considering how to make Ying Xue Jian ignore his dissatisfaction and go out to spread the word... He said, "Although I'm reluctant to say this, there's a huge suspicion that Fang Che is a disciple of the Only Righteous Sect!"
"What?!"
Ying Xue Jian was taken aback.
He couldn't help but look at the bed, and then firmly denied, "How is that possible? Fang Che is definitely not a member of the Only Righteous Sect!"
Dong Fang San San calmly said, "Before those traitors were exposed, which one of them seemed like a member of the Only Righteous Sect?"
"But Fang Che is different. He's very dedicated to the Demon-Slaying Sect."
"Before those spies, which one wasn't dedicated? Which one didn't step on the Only Righteous Sect's accumulation of white bones?"
"Nine Lord's words make sense, but this Fang Che shouldn't be."
Ying Xue Jian was unusually stubborn.
Dong Fang San San sighed.
Why are you so confident about Fang Che?
If you blindly defend Fang Che, he'll be finished.
"Listen to me. There is indeed a mystery about Fang Che. I'll tell you more about this when you return."
Dong Fang San San felt that in the future, Ying Xue Jian shouldn't go to places where Fang Che is.
This level of trust is too deep, it's easy to reveal their intentions.
"What about Fang Che? Should we just leave him at his home?"
Ying Xue Jian was still worried.
"This time, Fang Che is injured, and the Demon Soul of the Only Righteous Sect has entered his body. I want to use this opportunity to observe and see how the Only Righteous Sect will react!"
"Then we can just leave Fang Che at his home. I'll arrange for someone to secretly observe him."
Dong Fang San San said calmly, "As for you, since the Nightmare Demon is dead, you don't need to stay in the White Cloud Continent anymore."
Ying Xue Jian still felt conflicted inside.
But under Dong Fang San San's urging, she had no choice but to agree. After all, Zhao Ying'er was lying there in a state of death, and it was indeed impossible to delay any further.
After removing the barrier, Ye Meng anxiously stepped forward, "Senior, Fang Che... how is he?"
"Cough, cough..."
Ying Xue Jian felt embarrassed, rubbing his face and said awkwardly, "His soul is injured and needs rest. You must take good care of him."
"Is there anything I should pay attention to?"
"No need. This type of soul injury, he must recover on his own."
The more Ying Xue Jian spoke, the more guilty he felt.
He had suffered such a severe injury in his quest to slay demons, and yet he was about to give up. He felt especially ashamed.
Coughing, his face turned red, he said, "Take good care of him. I'll send this girl for treatment..."
Ye Meng pleaded, "Can you take Fang Che for treatment as well?"
Ying Xue Jian was embarrassed again, unable to speak, "You... you take good care of yourself. Cough, cough. If there's hope, he might wake up."
Ye Meng's vision blurred, and she almost fell to the ground.
If there's hope, he might wake up... What does this mean? "Senior, please give me a solution..."
Ye Meng chased after him.
Then, she looked on in despair as she saw Ying Xue Jian's white figure holding Zhao Ying'er, disappearing in an instant.
Ye Meng sat on the ground, her eyes vacant, "Why is this happening?"
Turning to look at Fang Che, who lay on the bed in a deep coma, like a lifeless corpse, her heart sank.
She felt her life had lost its luster.
...
Ying Xue Jian, holding Zhao Ying'er, flew into the air and then returned to the battlefield.
Yuan Jing Jiang and the others had finished cleaning up the battlefield and were standing around, looking lost.
"Have the identities been confirmed?"
Ying Xue Jian asked.
"Confirmed. The Nightmare Demon, six Nightmare Guardians, sixteen Defenders, eight Offering Priests, and a Vice Sect Leader of the Heaven Gods Sect were among them."
Yuan Jing Jiang said, "But we didn't find the corpse of the Heaven Gods Sect Leader."
Ying Xue Jian was taken aback, "The Heaven Gods Sect Leader isn't among them?"
"Yes!"
Ying Xue Jian used his Divine Sense to thoroughly search the area, even underground, with meticulous detail.
There were no findings.
"Seems he's not here. Strengthen your surveillance. Report your findings, I must return. This girl can't wait for long."
"What about Fang Che? Sword Senior, how is he?"
Yuan Jing Jiang asked with anticipation.
Everyone turned to look.
"Cough, he's at home... I'm going!"
Ying Xue Jian leaped into the air and left.
It's necessary to complete official duties first, and then quickly go to the Scholar's Residence to check on Fang Che. How is he? The Nightmare Demon has entered his mind.
His soul, even Sword Senior couldn't kill, how is Fang Che doing?
Everyone was anxious.
...
After ordering Ying Xue Jian to return, Dong Fang San San had been deep in thought.
"Sixth Rank King... the time has come. He's reached the Intermediate Stage. He should have consumed the Soul Fusion Pill."
"As long as he hasn't forgotten, he should have taken it... right?"
(End of Chapter)
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