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Chapter 669: The Returning Flying Dagger [Golden Alliance Leader's Extra Chapter 21 22]
Chapter 669: The Returning Flying Dagger [Golden Alliance Leader's Extra Chapter 21 22]
Sun Wutian sighed deeply, his complex emotions evident.
"I'm envious. He did the same things as me, yet he remains so carefree. Not only is he unharmed, but his family is safe as well. Does justice exist in this world? Why do people face such different fates?"
"So, I killed his entire family!"
"But after killing them, I regretted it even more." Sun Wutian's voice carried a hint of pain.
However, Fang Che no longer felt any sympathy for this old demon. He remained silent, listening intently.
"Perhaps in the eyes of a die-hard demon follower like you, my actions are a righteous act... after all, I eliminated a powerful enemy!"
Sun Wutian chuckled, "That's why you couldn't help but praise me."
Fang Che bowed his head, "The disciple agrees... Please forgive me, Ancestral Master."
Sun Wutian snorted angrily, wanting to strike him, but after a moment's thought, he sighed, "Never mind. It's right for you to think that way."
Fang Che said, "But the Ancestral Master's teachings are reasonable. Such an opponent is indeed worthy of our respect. When this Fatal Flying Blade fought with the Ancestral Master and suffered a crushing defeat, did he say anything?"
Fang Che's heart, but he asked anyway, "From beginning to end, he said nothing."
"Even when I beheaded him, his eyes closed quietly, and his face remained calm and mocking."
"He didn't even want to say a single word to me!"
Sun Wutian roared, his heart filled with anger, "He looks down on me! He doesn't even deign to speak a word to me! All he needed to say was, 'After I die, spare my family,' and I would have done so. But that bastard didn't utter a single word!"
"So, in my rage, I not only killed his entire village but also dozens of nearby villages, wiping them out completely!"
Sun Wutian's rage subsided as he spoke, and his final words were almost like a sigh.
Fang Che kept his head bowed.
His heart felt like a volcano erupting.
Look down on you?
It's only right that he looks down on you. What qualifications do you have for such a heroic figure to acknowledge you?
Sun Wutian's emotions visibly calmed, and he remained silent for a long time.
Fang Che also remained silent.
He was afraid that if he spoke, his voice would reveal his emotions. He struggled to suppress them with the Boundless Dharma Scripture, which flowed like molten lava within him, causing the Five Spirit Toads to tremble.
After a long silence, Sun Wutian finally spoke, "This time, I'll act as I did before. I'll be your substitute."
His eyes, like flickering ghost flames, fixed on Fang Che's face as he said solemnly, "But this time, you must agree to one thing."
"Whatever the Ancestral Master asks, the disciple will agree!" Fang Che replied.
Sun Wutian said indifferently, "Although I'll be your substitute, from now on, this reputation will be under the name of Fatal Flying Blade."
Fang Che raised his head, his eyes gleaming.
Sun Wutian gazed into the distance, his white hair blowing in the wind, and his eyes clouded with memories. He murmured, "He... can never kill enemies for the Guardians again, but let him open up peace for this world."
"Then, what should I do?" Fang Che asked, his heart trembling.
"Just wait until the Guardians ask you again. Tell them that when you were impersonating me, you encountered a strong enemy and used the flying dagger."
"This way, you can explain why he hasn't appeared for so many years. It's because of the source injury you reported; it will also make him famous again. The person you saved in the Wanling Sen can be used as an excuse, and it will be perfect."
"It will also bring the name of Fatal Flying Blade back to the world!"
"Do you understand?"
Sun Wutian sighed lightly.
In his palm, countless flying daggers appeared, their blades gleaming with a chilling light.
Fang Che looked at the daggers and asked softly, "Why did the Ancestral Master do this?"
"..."
Sun Wutian was reluctant to answer, but he did so unwillingly, "Because he looked down on me..."
Fang Che's heart raced.
Because he looked down on me!
This sentence proved that Sun Wutian was fully aware of everything!
Fang Che wanted to shout, "You clearly know everything, but why did you still do it?"
Sun Wutian stared at the flying daggers in his hand and said indifferently, "These are the Fatal Flying Blades. This is what that person used back then. All nine hundred of them are forged from Star Divine Iron."
Fang Che examined the daggers, once soaked in demon blood, the legacy of a hero. He struggled to contain the respect that threatened to burst from his eyes.
The small, gleaming daggers seemed to tell the story of their master's past battles, glory, and lifelong regrets.
Sun Wutian spoke softly, "Moreover, since you reported that you healed this person's source injury and are willing to help, he will undoubtedly teach you the art of the Fatal Flying Blade."
"So, I'll pass on the Flying Dagger Technique to you later."
"I'll be going to the Capital City in two days."
"During these two days, you'll cultivate the Flying Dagger Technique in my domain!"
Fang Che's eyes burned with anticipation as he looked at the flying daggers. How could these heroic blades remain in the hands of a demon for long?
He tentatively asked in a soft voice, "But I don't have any flying daggers. Can I... have these?"
Sun Wutian didn't turn back, only gazing at the flying dagger in his hand, and said with a chilling tone, "Of course I'll give them to you!"
"I'll give you six hundred first. Once you've fully mastered it, I'll give you all of them, not leaving a single one behind."
His voice was cold.
But there was something he didn't say, because he felt that such words would be useless to someone from the Only Righteous Sect.
That was: Every time he saw these flying daggers, his heart felt as if it were being pierced by them, causing him unbearable pain.
Yet, he couldn't bear to throw them away.
Now that he had finally found an heir for the flying daggers, he should quickly throw them all away!
Not a single one would remain!
Sun Wutian threw over a pile of daggers with a clatter and said coldly, "In two days, the Fatal Flying Daggers must at least reach the entry level."
Fang Che picked up the flying daggers.
In the palm of his hand, he felt a chill.
Unconsciously, he tightened his grip, sensing the aura of the daggers, and faintly, he seemed to feel the serenity and grandeur of the Fatal Flying Daggers.
Finally, he had retrieved a large portion of them!
Senior, your flying daggers have finally returned to the hands of the Guardian. Can your spirit in heaven know? Can you be comforted?
The flying daggers remained silent, motionless in his hands.
Just like that senior who only wanted to live a serene life, like an ordinary person tilling the land in the mountains, unknown to others, bearing the mountain of glory in his heart, in silence.
But also like a well-disciplined soldier, always ready to march out and drink the blood of demons!
Although I'm serene, when the continent is in peril, I'll still fight with grandeur!
I won't let down everything I've learned in this life!"
Fang Che calmed his mind and said softly, "I've also cultivated the Flying Dagger Technique for a period of time before. With a foundation, it shouldn't be difficult."
He had used flying daggers in a friendly competition among the younger generation, although Sun Wutian didn't know about it now, but Fang Che needed to patch up this part.
"That's good."
Sun Wutian's voice was cold.
"Yes, disciple takes his leave."
"Go."
After throwing Fang Che out, Sun Wutian remained in his domain for a long time.
He stared at the flying dagger in his hand, lost in thought. It was these daggers that had once whirled around his neck...
The ordinary cloth, the simple hoe, the peaceful mountain village, the serene faces of the villagers... The past was still vivid in his mind.
Then, he looked at the spot where he had beaten Fang Che to the ground and sighed.
Sun Wutian knew that Fang Che's reaction was the right one, the normal one. This was how people from the Only Righteous Sect should be.
But when he heard those words, his heart filled with anger, and he slapped him.
He completely lost control of himself.
It was as if he had been ridiculed after acting heroically and his entire family had been wiped out...
But after the slap, he regretted it.
"Ah..."
Sun Wutian sighed.
Sun Wutian gazed at the peaceful village in the distance and sighed deeply, his emotions complex as he cursed, "It's... it's... it's a damnable life! What kind of bizarre and manipulative heaven's path is this! This dog-raising heaven..."
He squatted down and looked at the flying dagger in his hand.
He sighed repeatedly, "I don't regret killing you... I also regret killing you, but what I regret the most is not asking for your name... You should have left your name... We're the same."
The flying dagger remained silent, its cold light flickering.
It was as if someone was silently mocking: What are you? How can I be the same as you?
Telling my name to someone like you is the greatest humiliation to myself!
...
Fang Che went to his captain's room and ran the Crystal Clear Spirit Platform for half a day to calm his mind.
Then, he called Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er in.
"I have a few things to arrange. We'll be departing for the Capital City immediately."
"First, when Mo Gan Yun and the others return, leave two with high cultivation to guard the Patrol Hall, ready to assist in attacking and suppressing the new sect of the Only Righteous Sect."
"Additionally, after resting, the other five will immediately depart to reorganize the remaining five continents."
"Let Feng Xiangdong take office as the vice-principal of the Nirvana Martial Academy. And on my behalf, if anyone is not obedient, kill without mercy."
"Furthermore..."
Fang Che continued, listing over twenty tasks, and Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er carefully noted them down.
"There are also nine little guys. You two, don't go soft on them. Train them to death for me!"
Fang Che glared at them in the end.
"Already... training them to death."
Ye Meng spoke softly.
"A little more."
"Pfft!"
The two girls laughed.
Zhao Ying'er went to the neighboring room, and Fang Che pulled Ye Meng aside, secretly giving her two Heavenly Jade Flowers.
"What's this?"
"The Heavenly Jade Flower that preserves youth and grants eternal youth."
"Ah!!!
Ye Meng almost screamed out loud, but Fang Che quickly covered her mouth.
"Eat one of these fruits, and you can... go back and adjust your state. When you feel at your most beautiful... eat it, and you'll stay in that state forever... understand?"
"I understand, hehe... hahaha..."
Ye Meng was overjoyed, her mind racing as she tightly clutched the spiritual jade containing the Heavenly Jade Flower. It was as if she were holding onto her very life.
"Calm down and stop grinning like that," Fang Che said, pinching her to bring her back to her senses.
"Why did you give me two flowers when one is enough?" Ye Meng pouted.
"Hehe... You can give the other one to whoever you want. It's my gift to you." Fang Che coughed.
"Pervert!" Ye Meng exclaimed.
"You ungrateful woman! I give you such a treasure, and you dare to scold me..." Fang Che threatened in a low voice, "When I come back, I'll beat you with a stick!"
"I'm not afraid of you!" Ye Meng lifted her head with defiance. "If you have the guts, come back tonight, tomorrow, or the day after. I'll be waiting for you anytime within the next two months!"
Fang Che was speechless. This girl knew he was leaving and wouldn't be back for two months, yet she dared to provoke him!
Fang Che slapped the back of her head and threatened, "You wait! When I return, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for two months straight!"
Ye Meng's face turned pale. This guy had incredible talent, and she might not be able to handle him.
"We'll talk about it when you come back..." She added with concern, "Be careful out there and pay attention to your safety."
She continued to nag for a long time.
Fang Che nodded repeatedly, "You too. Focus on cultivation at home. Use all the cultivation resources I left for you without hesitation. You must improve to the Jun Ji within two months, understand?"
Ye Meng cried out, "Do you think I'm like you? I'm only at the Holy King level now..."
"Just work hard," Fang Che glared, "This is a task, and if you don't complete it, there will be consequences."
At noon, Fang Che finished packing and contacted Zhao Shan He and the others using the communication jade. Each holding a blade, they left the Patrol Hall.
With a swift movement, Fang Che flew into the sky, his figure disappearing into the distance.
Ye Meng and Zhao Ying Er finally returned to their room, feeling the emptiness once again.
Zhao Ying Er was dispirited after three months of anticipation, as Fang Che had barely spoken more than three sentences this time.
"Night Dream, this internal affairs work is so boring," Zhao Ying Er said.
"It's not boring when the escort carriages arrive," Ye Meng replied.
"It's still boring... I just sit here and cultivate all day like an idle person. Back in White Cloud Zhou, I could stroll through the streets every day."
"It's not boring at night," Ye Meng said with a mysterious smile. "Come to my room tonight, and I'll give you a gift. I guarantee you'll scream for a quarter of an hour."
Zhao Ying Er raised an eyebrow. "Will you scream like you did with Night Dream that night?"
Ye Meng's face turned red as if it were dripping blood. She immediately pounced on Zhao Ying Er and pinned her down. "You little brat, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Although Zhao Ying Er's cultivation was significantly higher than Ye Meng's, she didn't dare to resist and could only kick her legs in surrender. "Mercy, mercy, sister, I was wrong..."
"What is this thing anyway..."
"Hmph, I won't give it to you now."
"Please, sister..."
"I'll see how you behave tonight."
"Yes, ma'am! With brother-in-law away, little sister will serve you tonight!"
"Get out of here!"
...
After leaving Dong Hu Zhou, Fang Che entered a secluded area.
A group of people swiftly caught up from behind, rushing headlong into the woods.
A blade of light appeared, slicing through the air as if cutting space in half.
Eighteen people were split at the waist, their upper bodies separated from their lower halves. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Before they could even scream, their souls departed to the heavens.
Sun Wutian appeared in the air, his face cold and impatient. "Who are these blind fools?"
Fang Che floated down.
He examined the faces of the eighteen victims.
He sighed softly.
Among them, he vaguely recognized five names, all of whom held positions in the Zhen Shou Zhe, but their families had been severely purged by him.
As expected, they had come to take revenge.
"They're all from the Southeast Headquarters," Fang Che said.
"Hehe... I thought this kind of infighting and assassination only happened in the Only Righteous Sect. The Zhen Shou Zhe aren't much better," Sun Wutian coldly chuckled, waving his hand to turn the eighteen corpses into powder.
The bodies vanished without a trace.
Fang Che watched with cold eyes, his heart unmoved.
Perhaps he might have felt a tinge of regret before, but now...
After experiencing the trials in the Toad Venom Mystical Realm, his heart had grown increasingly resolute, yet also colder.
Unnecessary emotions could no longer affect his inner self.
"Let's go, Ancestor."
Fang Che calmly said, "It's just a few lives."
"Mere ants."
Sun Wutian gave a cold laugh, and as he opened his domain, he directly threw Fang Che into it, "Within two days and one night, if your flying daggers don't reach the mark, I'll flay your skin!"
With a whoosh, he tore through space and instantly disappeared.
A patch of blood mist hung in the forest, slowly drifting down.
Under the sunlight, it was like a net of rouge.
...
Fang Tu returned.
Donghu Zhou trembled with an earthquake.
Then Fang Tu left again.
Donghu Zhou trembled once more with another earthquake.
Countless people breathed a long sigh of relief.
Zhao Shan He flew into a rage. He found out that eighteen people under his command had gone missing, and this news was reported by the leader of the Battle Hall, Xiong Rushan.
Xiong Rushan himself was dumbfounded.
Sixteen of his subordinates' families had been disciplined by Fang Che, and many had been killed. Xiong Rushan was aware of this, and so he had been feeling uneasy for some time.
Everyone else also expressed their understanding.
However, when Fang Che left the Patrol Hall, five of the eighteen people went missing, including their closest brothers.
Xiong Rushan was stunned on the spot and immediately reported to Zhao Shan He, who turned pale with rage.
He immediately organized a search party.
They also tried to contact Fang Che.
But Fang Che couldn't be reached, and all eighteen people had vanished without a trace.
No one was found alive or dead.
Zhao Shan He rushed over, and his anger triggered his headache.
He held his throbbing head and convened a meeting, his face turning green as he cursed.
"Fang Che is taking the blame for the sake of the world! He's genuinely doing good deeds! Are you all blind?!"
"The reforms in the world, the changes in the seventeen continents, the changes in the headquarters, the wealth like mountains, the establishment of the Nirvana Martial Academy... How much has he done that you all haven't seen?!"
"You only noticed that he killed your children?!"
"Don't you have any idea what your children did?!"
Zhao Shan He clutched his head in pain, his face contorting as he roared in anger, "Can't we have some conscience? Can't we have some decency?!"
...
That night.
In the night sky above Fang Wangfu, a surprised scream from Zhao Ying'er suddenly echoed.
Ye Meng quickly covered her mouth.
Zhao Ying'er held the Heavenly Jade Flower, her whole body trembling with excitement, "For me? For me?!"
"Of course," Ye Meng said, "I only need one flower. Who else would I give the other one to? Mom already has one."
Zhao Ying'er's face turned slightly red.
She lowered her head and gazed at the crystal-clear Heavenly Jade Flower, her entire being filled with joy as if she were about to explode.
"Let's take turns."
Ye Meng said, "I'll adjust and take it first, and then I'll protect you after the effects kick in."
Zhao Ying'er hesitated, "I'll wait to take it... I'll keep it for now... I still need to pass a few more checkpoints before I can... restore my appearance to its peak. By then, I'll take it."
Ye Meng: "???"
"Oh, dear sister... Don't worry about it." Zhao Ying'er hugged Ye Meng, "Anyway... it's complicated, but I can assure you, I won't change. Trust me!"
Ye Meng said, "If that's the case... it's fine."
Zhao Ying'er carefully put away the Heavenly Jade Flower, her face glowing with happiness. She suddenly kissed Ye Meng on the cheek, "Sister Ye Meng, I'll always be grateful to you! You're my sister for life!"
...
Celestial Capital.
On a mountain outside the city stood a natural viewing pavilion.
From here, one could see a thousand miles of land, all within sight.
Mist rose from the earth, and the north wind howled, causing the clouds to drift.
The morning mist rose from the stream, and the sun sank into the pavilion. The rain was about to fall, and the wind filled the building."
The pavilion had withstood the test of time, having been renovated numerous times. However, its original appearance was preserved.
Seven people sat in the pavilion.
"Another year has passed."
The one who spoke first was the head of the Celestial Human Martial Academy in the Celestial Capital, the Celestial Wheel Lord, Qin Fengyun. Next to him were the deputy head, the Celestial Gears Lord, Luo Hao; the Celestial Power Lord, Jiang Shangou; the Jade Balance Lord, Mi Wencheng; the Opening Sun Lord, Yun Zaikong; and the Shining Light Lord, Meng Chu Xing, who was sitting in a wheelchair. Meng Chu Xing's daughter, Meng He, was also present.
On Meng He's wrist was a small bell.
Among the Six Star Gods of the Northern Dipper, only the Celestial Pivot Lord was missing.
The first seat was left empty.
There were no utensils, only an empty seat.
If they were to set up the tableware, it would be like acknowledging that their leader was dead.
However, they refused to believe that their leader was truly dead. So, they kept the seat empty, waiting for their leader's return.
As long as their leader came back, he could sit in that seat at any time.
And continue to command the other six.
Qin Fengyun's lean face carried a hint of worry, and he sighed softly, "Back then, the seven of us brothers ventured into the world together. It was here that we became sworn brothers. Afterward, we funded the construction of this Dipper Pavilion."
"It's been over five hundred years... We gather at the Dipper Pavilion once a year. Have you all noticed?"
The brothers silently shook their heads.
The Celestial Power Lord, Jiang Shangou, buried his head deeply.
Qin Fengyun's gaze fell on Jiang Shangou, filled with an inexplicable intensity for a long time.
Only then did he slowly shift his gaze, carrying a hint of contemplation.
(End of Chapter)
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