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Chapter 453: Robbing the Underworld 【10,000 Words】 (Part 1)
Chapter 453: Robbing the Underworld 【10,000 Words】 (Part 1)
The Yin Yang Realm will likely conclude in three to four days, and everyone will be heading out.
Fang Che felt that being proactive was the best approach!
So, he decided to set up an ambush in advance and rob them later.
Everything inside the Yin Yang Realm was already a piece of cake.
Moreover, he had already collected all the most valuable spirit herbs.
As for the remaining scraps... he didn't care about them.
Robbing one person would get him everything.
Getting out was also simple.
Along the way, he swept his divine perception, examining the excavated sites. Then, he identified the direction by the dug-up pits: typically, the direction from which they came was the front, facing the spirit herbs.
In other words, the opposite direction was the way they came in.
How to identify this? Simply touch the soil; whichever direction had traces of inserted weapons or remnants of metal and iron aura, that was it.
Turning around and walking away, there was no mistake.
Fang Che walked quickly.
He had once considered killing a few people in the Yin Yang Realm.
For instance, Jiang Bi Huang, Jiang Bi Xiao, Yin Yunxiao, and Bei Zhen from Purple Robe Palace, or Luo Fei Yu, the chief disciple of Cold Sword Sect, and so on. There were simply too many people he could kill.
However, after some thought, he abandoned the idea.
Jiang Bi Huang and Jiang Bi Xiao were more valuable as tools for incitement. Moreover, he had almost figured out the temperaments of these two siblings.
This was quite rare.
Killing these two siblings would have severe consequences. Currently, the Guardians were at a disadvantage, and the involvement of the Heavenly Palace might not be a good thing. So, he decided to keep them alive for now and act spontaneously.
As for Yin Yunxiao and Lan Xinxue, these two treated him as a crucible, but why couldn't he treat them as such?
When they reach a certain level of cultivation, wouldn't they need to remove the crucible, which was himself?
Killing them at that time would instead gain their divine fortune and cultivation results. It would be a waste to kill them now at such a low cultivation level.
As for Bei Zhen... although he had offended Fang Che on the outside, killing him would serve little purpose other than venting his anger. What other use would it have?
It would only provide emotional value.
Moreover, among the disciples of Purple Robe Palace, Bei Zhen seemed to be the most incompetent.
Such a fool must be kept alive!
How could he kill such a useful fool and leave behind a group of talented individuals with quick wits for himself to deal with?
That was impossible.
Fools have their uses, and for Fang Che, a fool like Bei Zhen was even more valuable than a genius.
So, Bei Zhen couldn't be killed.
As for Luo Fei Yu, he couldn't be killed either. With so many deaths in Cold Sword Sect in the Yin Yang Realm, it would undoubtedly stir up hatred and discontent among the genius disciples.
Some died at the hands of Feng Yun and Yan Bei Han, some died with their deaths concealed in the Underworld of the Heavenly Palace... and of course, some died due to Dong Yun Yu's framing. Fang Che was unaware of this last part, but the first two points were already sufficient.
However, Luo Fei Yu was someone who only wanted to stay in the sect and cultivate until death... where would these disciples vent their anger?
Wouldn't they eventually become ill from holding it in? So, keeping Luo Fei Yu alive had a significant effect of stirring up emotions. As long as those disciples ventured into the world, wouldn't they be like hungry wolves?
Whenever he encountered one, Fang Che could turn them into blazing torches.
Therefore, Luo Fei Yu... couldn't be killed either.
As Fang Che walked and pondered, he started considering what to do after leaving.
"As for the spirit herbs in the ring, I'll keep a portion for myself, but the vast majority will be given to the Ninth Lord. I can't possibly consume all of it myself."
"As for the Soul Nourishing Yin-Yang Root... I and Night Dream can have more. It's not just for the sake of an unyielding golden spear... but also to taste such a huge ginseng... and it can even help Night Dream's beauty regimen."
"Dream, for you, I've endured so much... for your beauty, I even rejected Feng Yun... when we return, you have to unlock a few more positions for me... like the kind on a swing..."
Of course, Fang Che was aware of the sheer magnitude of the resources he was offering.
To be blunt, the spirit herbs in the Yin Yang Realm, Fang Che's spatial ring absolutely contained over sixty percent of the total quantity!
If we're talking about quality, it might even be two to three percent higher!)
Such a massive amount of resources, even if not all of it was given, just two-thirds, was still extremely impressive.
So, next, Dongfang Sansan must also contribute! Fang Che couldn't let him get away with just taking, right?
Handing in found antiques could even earn you a banner of merit, right? But regardless, Fang Che sent out these items, feeling lighter.
Sometimes, he also felt that giving away his possessions might be too much of a loss, but this thought only flashed through his mind, because all the sects' resources, after being taken back, were also handed over without a single item missing.
Moreover, keeping them with Fang Che would only invite trouble: everyone knew he had entered with a spatial ring.
What if the Seal God Palace or the upper echelons of the Only Me Righteous Sect wanted a piece?
With this thought, Fang Che felt at ease.
Not only would he hand over the resources, but he would do so immediately upon exiting!
Even his own portion would be handed over and then secretly returned later.
Ten days had passed. If the upper echelons of the Guardians didn't react in time to send someone to receive them, Fang Che would almost doubt their intelligence.
So, there must be someone outside to receive them—on this point, Fang Che was absolutely certain.
As for Dongfang Sansan, that old miser... cough, no, a person as meticulous and calculating as him wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.
Even if Fang Che didn't take the initiative to hand over the resources, Dongfang Sansan would still thoroughly search him... until he was clean, yet still believe that Fang Che had more hidden away.
Fang Che shuddered at this thought and decided to take the initiative rather than waiting for it.
With his new position, he should be able to take on the responsibilities that come with it.
In comparison to his duties in the Only Righteous Sect, Fang Che had a good idea of what Dongfang Sansan would assign him.
So, the next step was to consider how to approach his work.
But now, with Feng Yun at the southeast headquarters of the Only Righteous Sect, dealing with this person would be challenging...
In the pitch-black darkness, Fang Che lay in wait, like a ghost with little presence.
However, in his mind, he had already planned out the path he would take after leaving.
As he gradually sorted through his thoughts, his mind became increasingly clear.
"Ten years in the Yin-Yang Realm, but only ten days have passed in the outside world. However, these ten years should have a significant impact on me, after all, inside here, I'm not an undercover agent, and I don't need to deal with so many schemes. So, during these ten years, I've let loose."
"The top priority after leaving is to rein in the carefree attitude of these ten years. Every word spoken must be considered carefully, and I must be more cautious."
"I also need to redefine myself, reminding myself daily of my role and real-world identity."
"This is ten thousand times more important than turning in my harvest from the Yin-Yang Realm, or any gods or graveyards..."
"If my mindset isn't adjusted properly, I might expose myself when I leave!"
"Of utmost importance!"
After calming his mind, Fang Che felt that the challenges he would face after leaving might be even more difficult than his current role as the deputy head of the Grand Hall!
He decided to cultivate his Ice-Clear Spirit Platform and began to find faults within himself.
"The loss of vigilance in the Yin-Yang Realm."
"Too comfortable..."
If others who knew about Fang Che's experiences in the Yin-Yang Realm saw this, they would be utterly baffled: You were chased every day like a criminal dog, and now you think it's too comfortable?
But Fang Che believed that although he fought almost every day in the Yin-Yang Realm, these battles were too straightforward, so... this life was still too comfortable.
"Casual speech."
"The attitude of being above everyone needs to change."
"After leaving, my cultivation will drop, and this will inevitably lead to overestimating my abilities during combat. I need to change this."
In total, he found seventeen faults within himself.
The last one took a long time to consider, and finally, he made a difficult decision.
"My feelings for Yan Bei Han must be suppressed!"
After listing eighteen points, Fang Che reviewed them from start to finish and finally sighed softly, closing his eyes.
"Sigh..."
The future is long and arduous, filled with crises, surrounded by enemies, and hidden dangers.
One wrong move could lead to death and annihilation, with no chance of redemption. And it would also implicate his family...
A heavy burden and a long journey ahead.
Even with a cautious attitude, it might not be enough.
There was no room for thoughts of romantic love...
He constantly reminded himself, but even with this constant reminder,
A faint sigh escaped from his heart. A subtle sense of regret quietly arose.
Gradually, like the mist of a beautiful morning, it seeped into his heart.
...
Fang Che was already contemplating his future.
But inside, a fierce battle raged.
Feng Yun and Yan Bei Han began a massive looting and inciting campaign, while various sects fought each other, engaging in fierce battles whenever they met.
Since no one spoke up in the darkness, who could tell who was who? Dong Yun Yu thrived like a fish in water, and his despicable nature was fully on display.
But when he accidentally encountered Yan Bei Han again, he was chased and mercilessly beaten, his handsome face left bruised and swollen.
In the true sense, he became 'unrecognizable even to his mother.'
However, Yan Bei Han had his limits and didn't take his life.
"From now on, every time I see you, I'll beat you up!"
Leaving behind these harsh words, Yan Bei Han turned and left.
"I just mentioned Fang Che's mistress..." Dong Yun Yu fled in a panic, muttering curses: "Who the hell is this? It doesn't seem like Lan Xinxue, could it be Jiang Bi Xiao?"
The eerie ghostly energy of the Underworld's martial arts was almost too intimidating to use.
As soon as the ghostly energy appeared, a group of people attacked together.
At least a dozen Underworld disciples died because of this!
Yin Yunxiao was furious.
Although he didn't know who exactly was responsible, he could recognize Shi Changjian and Lan Xinxue's sword techniques.
And the Buddha Six Swords.
These six people had sharp sword energy and were relentless, a signature feature of the Pagoda Mountain Sect.
Even more apparent were the techniques of the Azure Shadow Palace, Netherworld Palace, Snowflake Palace, Yin Water Palace, and Heaven Fire Palace.
In short, the Underworld was under attack from all sides.
"Just wait until you get out!"
Yin Yunxiao and the Underworld disciples roared in anger: "Don't think I can't recognize you! This grudge, this hatred, will be settled in due time!"
Shi Changjian silently unsheathed his sword, seeking out the sound of his voice, swift and fierce.
Beside him, the Buddha Six Swords moved as one.
Settling the score?
You better survive and get out first! We haven't even settled our scores with you, and you're already taking the initiative?
Hmph...
There's always a reason and justice in the world. Yin Yunxiao learned his lesson and chose to defend without attacking, calling on the Underworld disciples to fight and retreat.
This place is not where we should be fighting. Once we get out, everything will be settled!
I don't believe these bastards will be so bold under the bright sun!
When the time comes, we'll settle our grudges and grievances.
As they retreated to a safe distance, Yin Yunxiao counted the remaining disciples and couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.
When they first entered the Yin-Yang Realm, there were nearly seventy of them.
But now, besides himself, only twenty-six disciples remained, and almost all of them were injured.
In this situation, if they encountered experts like Feng Yun and Yan Bei Han, they would be helpless and easily robbed.
They might even lose their lives.
Yin Yunxiao thought for a moment and made a decision.
"Fellow disciples, we can't stay like this. We must move quickly and prepare to leave. In your current state, if you encounter an enemy, you'll likely die, and your rings won't be safe either."
He paused, then said, "Here's what we'll do. First, give your rings to me."
The others considered this and agreed that this was the only option.
Yin Yunxiao had the highest cultivation, and he possessed life-saving skills and life-preserving treasures given to him by his elders.
Handing over their rings to him was the most secure option.
Even if they encountered powerful enemies, they might lose their lives, but the resources and spiritual herbs would not be easily taken away.
So, they all agreed and took off their rings, handing them over to Yin Yunxiao.
Yin Yunxiao then created a nested storage system, placing his fellow disciples' spatial rings within his own.
"Saint Son, if we truly encounter a dead end, you should leave on your own! Don't worry about us. We may die, but the Underworld has been waiting for these herbs for far too long..."
One of the disciples spoke up.
Yin Yunxiao sighed and said, "I understand."
In the darkness, Yin Yunxiao spoke calmly, "You all know what kind of person I am. Normally, I know who I am, and I'm aware of how you all see me."
"It's true that I have a narrow mind and am selfish, but at this critical moment, I, Yin Yunxiao, won't abandon everyone else to save myself."
"I value women and I value benefits."
Yin Yunxiao's voice turned grim, "But you should know that in my heart, the Underworld is the most important!"
"So, if it comes to a situation where I have to escape alone, there's no need to hold me back. When it's time for me to leave, you won't be able to keep me. But until then, you won't be able to drive me away either."
The Underworld disciples all replied in unison, "We'll follow the Saint Son's arrangements."
Several of them, even in the darkness, showed expressions of surprise.
Indeed, Yin Yunxiao was such a person. His self-assessment was accurate—a narrow-minded and selfish individual.
But he had one advantage: as long as his interests and status weren't threatened, he wouldn't do anything.
He wouldn't cause any trouble and would even help others.
When the giant python attacked, Yin Yunxiao did flee for his life, but as soon as he realized the situation, One with the Wind, buzzing with energy, he immediately returned to save the other Underworld disciples and organized their retreat.
Perhaps he didn't have a good impression of them, but as long as they didn't threaten his position, he considered their existence beneficial to the Underworld.
He would do his best to help them, fulfilling his role as a senior brother!
This was how he acted as a senior brother, and if he were to become the sect leader in the future, he would likely continue in the same manner. But for the entire sect, this kind of leadership wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Because in his heart, the sect's interests always came first!
Aside from that, he was willing to give up everything else!
"We understand the Saint Son's intentions. It's all for the Underworld. The Saint Son is doing a good job. A slight flaw in character isn't necessarily a bad thing for the future."
"We have no objections."
Yin Yunxiao hummed in response, clearly dissatisfied with the phrase 'slight flaw in character'.
That's just how he was.
I know who I am, and while I can criticize myself, I won't tolerate your evaluations.
But this isn't the time or place for an outburst.
Yin Yunxiao hummed coldly, "First, think about it. Stay hidden and move towards the way we came. The closer we are to the exit, the safer we'll be."
He continued, "With our current strength, we can't take from others, and instead, we must be cautious of being robbed... There aren't many spiritual herbs left here anyway, so let's retreat early."
"Yes, Saint Son!"
The Underworld disciples began to move towards the exit.
...
Dong Yun Yu, after being beaten up, became more honest and acted with more secrecy and caution.
And whenever he encountered a woman, he immediately avoided her.
Damn it, women all have similar scents, and I can't tell which one is Fang Che's mistress.
If I just avoid women, won't that solve the problem?
This idea was indeed clever.
Dong Yun Yu also became much safer, and when dealing with men, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.
He could make them bleed with just a few words, and it wasn't just talk.
It was Dong Yun Yu's true skill!
The battle raged on, with everyone seemingly gathered in a small area, fighting fiercely.
Only the victor would reign supreme!
Finally...
The Nether Mist continued to churn.
Heaven and Earth began to howl.
A hurricane appeared.
"It's time."
At that moment, a magnificent and awe-inspiring aura appeared in the sky, as if the Dao itself had descended, exuding supreme authority.
"Is this the distribution of fate?"
Jiang Bi Huang exclaimed, "Why is it starting now? How can we tell who has more or less?"
In the dim light, the others also looked confused.
This was different from the records.
What was going on?
In the sky above the Yin-Yang Realm, a white energy was brewing, and so was a black energy.
(End of Chapter)
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