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Chapter 45: The Quintessence Puppet
Chapter 45: The Quintessence Puppet
Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi drank together in silent understanding, no longer mentioning the incident.
Regarding this unexpected event, no one was to blame.
The only one at fault was Xi Men Xuri, but he was already dead.
Fang Che was ambushed and hastily fought back, could he be blamed? Should Fang Che have stood there with his neck exposed, waiting to be killed, for that to be considered right? Even if the Headmaster himself was the referee, it might not have been possible to stop it in that situation!
Naturally, they couldn't blame Gao Yunqi and Zhou Yi either.
Who would have thought that Xi Men Xuri had hidden secret weapons in his sleeves, and they were even living demonic beasts! However, someone had to take responsibility for the death. And the most important thing for a martial arts academy was its reputation.
No matter what, they had to show a clear attitude.
So the two decided to take full responsibility themselves. There was no need for the academy to take action; they would deal with themselves.
This was to preserve the academy's dignity.
Just as the two made up their minds, a clear voice spoke, "Teachers, you two truly have refined tastes."
They looked up.
At the room's entrance stood a youth in black robes with dark golden patterns, holding two jars of wine, and smiling warmly.
"May I come in, teachers?"
"Fang Che?"
Both were taken aback, "How did you get here?"
"I happened to have two jars of fine wine, so I wanted to find a place to enjoy them."
Fang Che smiled and placed the wine on the table.
"Iron Blood Terrace? Fifty-year-old Iron Blood Terrace?"
Their eyes lit up.
Iron Blood Terrace was the top-ranked wine in this world, and a fifty-year-old Iron Blood Terrace was even harder to find.
Immediately, their expressions turned serious, "The righteous Fang Che, as expected, casually takes out a jar of fine wine."
Fang Che smiled faintly.
He never intended to keep his actions a secret from the world.
But none of this mattered.
In life, what was the value of one's reputation?
Perhaps others cared, but Fang Che had chosen a different path from the start. So-called worldly praise or criticism meant nothing to him; it was just a fart!
"Due to my student's matter, you two teachers have been implicated. Of course, these words hold no meaning at this moment."
Fang Che calmly said, "As for my personal character, I am well aware of it, and I leave it to the world to judge."
He slowly sat down, facing the two instructors, and said, "I have come today with a few heartfelt words to share with you. I will speak my mind and then leave. I hope you will grant me this favor and allow me to finish."
"Go ahead."
The two exchanged glances, both feeling something was amiss.
Their hearts warmed a little.
"Due to my student's matter, you two teachers have been implicated"—these words brought some comfort to both of them.
Although the incident started because of you, it's not your fault.
The fact that you came here with such consideration and spoke these words shows your attitude.
"A martial arts academy is not a battlefield. Death on the battlefield or in the martial world is common, but for an academy that recruits students from all over the world, a student's death is a significant matter. Regardless of who is right or wrong, a death is a death, and it's an accident! This is certain."
"Since it's an accident, someone has to take responsibility."
"And you two are the best candidates."
"You two teachers must have already made plans, and I won't interfere with that. But I have a few words to say."
"On the battlefield, there is no shortage of warriors who haven't reached their peak, but there is a lack of teachers with rich teaching experience and a sense of responsibility!"
"Two warriors on the front lines can, at most, kill a few small soldiers and defeat a few enemies of the same level or lower, eventually dying on the battlefield and leaving behind a good name."
"But you two teachers, in the academy, can continuously nurture new talent. Year after year, generation after generation, even if there are mediocre students, you can still teach them to be passionate. And if there are geniuses, with proper guidance, they can become pillars of the future!"
"A tree takes ten years to grow, but it takes a hundred years to nurture a person!"
"The battle with the Only Me Religion cannot be completed in one generation."
"Only with a constant stream of new talent, and with everyone's thoughts on the right path, will there be a glimmer of hope for the future."
"The martial arts academy has stood for a thousand years, and a little pressure is but a fleeting moment in a thousand years of wind and rain. But for the academy to shake the world, it is the talent nurtured over thousands and millions of years that shine in various places! Only by accumulating sand into a tower, collecting sleeves into a coat, and gathering rivers into a vast ocean, can this be achieved."
"Perhaps you two teachers will say that the academy is full of talent and doesn't need you. If you leave, there will be even more formidable teachers to replace you."
"But I also want to ask, among the many faculty members in the academy, are they all members of the Guardian Alliance?"
"Are there no spies from the Only Me Religion here?"
"Are they all truly loyal?"
"If you leave, will your successors definitely be our people?"
"Is there a possibility that someone will take this opportunity to infiltrate their people?"
"For this one mistake that isn't truly a mistake, will you abandon the students you are currently teaching and the future batches of students waiting to be taught? Will your conscience be clear?"
"Taking responsibility and being exiled to the battlefield, shedding blood on the battlefield, is indeed heroic!"
"But to brazenly endure these few days, to get through this difficult period, to continue fulfilling your duties, and to truly maximize your role, that is the true man!"
"For the foundation of the future and for the countless students to come, can you two teachers bear with it for a little while?
Fang Che finished speaking.
With two claps, he broke the seal on the Iron Blood Terrace.
As the aroma of wine wafted out, he smiled and stood up, saying, "I have said all I wanted to say, and now I bid you farewell."
He glanced at the two who were still stunned.
Fang Che bowed and turned to leave, gently closing the door behind him.
His footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
After a long while, Gao Yunqi let out a long breath, "Unbelievable. Fang Gongzi, who is as righteous as the heavens, is actually such a person."
Zhou Yi smiled bitterly and sighed, "I've been teaching students for half my life, but today I was taught a lesson by my own student. This feeling... well, it's quite special."
The two men exchanged a smile, both sensing that the other's spirit seemed slightly different from before.
"Are you... still leaving?"
"A little fame... I, Gao, can still withstand a few curses. I'm not leaving. How about you?"
"My skin is thicker than yours!"
"Hahaha..."
The two men sighed, then looked at the two jars of wine on the table.
"This kid is really... cautious. Afraid that we wouldn't drink, he actually opened them directly."
"So... shall we drink it?"
"Since our skin is so thick, drinking a few jars of student's wine shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Then let's drink?"
"Drink!"
"I'll drink it all and go back to the Martial Academy. I'll hold my breath and spit the wine on Huang Shan Chang's face to test him. How many years has this Iron Blood Terrace been around?"
"Yes, and while we're at it, let's tell him that we're not leaving. You have to take responsibility for this!"
"Hahahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
...
Fang Che returned to his courtyard, deep in thought.
It seemed that the matter of Xi Men Xuri still required further resolution. Otherwise, there would be loose ends. Would it be a pity to resolve it now? After a moment's hesitation, he made up his mind: It's a pity, but it's just a small matter. After all, it's just a tiny issue.
Sun Yuan was waiting for him again.
"How was it?"
"I defeated Ding Jueran, but I didn't kill him or cripple him... After all, I just killed Xi Men Xuri yesterday. If I were to eliminate another one today, I'd probably be expelled."
Fang Che said, "That's why I didn't go all out."
"Of course. If you had killed all three, how could you continue at the Martial Academy? Defeating them is already a great victory."
Sun Yuan's loyalty had already shifted to his disciple.
"Remember, self-preservation is always the most important thing. What do you think about the last one?"
Fang Che smiled faintly, "It will be an easy victory, no problem at all!"
Sun Yuan's spirit lifted, "That's good. I'll report to the Sect Leader tonight. I'm sure the Sect Leader will be very pleased."
Fang Che asked, "Master, there's something I want to ask, but I'm not sure if I should."
Sun Yuan said, "Go ahead. Even if it's not appropriate to ask in front of me, how could I sell you out? I'll just pretend I didn't hear it if you get scolded."
Fang Che smiled awkwardly, then asked, "Master, how do you communicate with the Sect Leader? I've noticed that your communication is very convenient."
This was one of Fang Che's greatest curiosities from his past life.
The members of the Only Me Religion were incredibly fast at sending messages.
Even before the Guardian Alliance invented the Soul Jade Pendant for communication, the Only Me Religion had been doing this for an unknown number of years.
Moreover, they never changed their methods, yet they were faster and more convenient than the Soul Jade Pendant.
The Soul Jade Pendant required at least a Royal-level cultivation to activate its messaging function.
However, the Only Me Religion clearly did not have such a requirement.
There was definitely something suspicious about this.
"This is an easy matter."
Sun Yuan said, "I thought it was something serious, but it's just about the messaging jade."
"Please enlighten me, Master."
"The messaging jade is distributed by headquarters, so there's usually no need to worry about shortages."
Sun Yuan explained, "We don't know how it's made, but using it is very simple."
"Every member of our sect has a special item within their bodies—the Quintessence Puppet."
Sun Yuan's eyes held a hint of deep meaning as he said this, "You also have it in your body—it's in the pill that your good brother, Su Yue, gave you."
Fang Che's heart stirred, he was shocked.
The Quintessence Puppet had always been a mystery, with many secrets. However, he never imagined that the miraculous puppet could be used for communication.
How does it work? Fang Che's mouth was filled with surprise, "Su Ge is truly a good person to give me such a precious item."
Sun Yuan's eyes stiffened slightly.
How... how could he understand it like that?
Thinking that Su Yue was probably already dead, he decided not to explain further.
Think whatever you want. After all, your good brother is now a ghost.
Fang Che also had the same thought: Think whatever you want. After all, my good brother... is no longer even a ghost.
...
(End of Chapter)
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