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Chapter 734: This Relationship is Solid (Part 2)
Chapter 734: This Relationship is Solid (Part 2)
.. was actually her own.
Even if it was emptied, it wouldn't matter.
The reason Yan Beihan was so generous to Night Demon was because, in her eyes, Night Demon's foundation was too shallow and her cultivation too thin.
But naturally, she didn't expect that Fang Che's cultivation had already become so profound, and this wine was actually not needed. Moreover, Fang Che himself didn't really like to drink.
He didn't think much of it and either shared it with others or gave it away...
"It's just a Favor."
Fang Che nonchalantly said, "Isn't it worth a few jars of wine for so many valiant sons?"
Feng Dao's eyes lit up at these words, and he reached out to pat Fang Che's shoulder again, "Brother, I've acknowledged you as a brother in this life!"
"That's a great thing to say!"
"But when you say 'valiant sons,' try to avoid saying it too much. It might offend some people."
Fang Che was taken aback, "Why?"
Feng Dao looked at him as if he were an idiot, "Big brother, you're not doing this on purpose, are you? After all these days, haven't you noticed that there are quite a few girls here?"
Fang Che was truly shocked, "Girls? There are girls here?"
Feng Dao: "..."
"I never even thought of it that way!"
Fang Che was completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide, "There are girls in a place like this!"
Feng Dao's expression was unreadable.
Fang Che's expression was equally unreadable.
"Not only are there girls, but most of them don't have a family yet."
Feng Dao said, unreadable.
"You Feng Clan people are really something... Girls coming to a place like this?"
Fang Che was surprised, "Is this a place for girls?"
"What are you saying? As a member of the Feng Clan, you enjoy the clan's treatment, eating and drinking things others can't get. And girls have special privileges and don't need to fight. What kind of thinking is this? Relationship, your male chauvinism is really not good."
Feng Dao gave Fang Che a lesson, "Feng Clan women can also fight enemies and leave a legacy for eternity!"
"Understood."
Fang Che humbly asked, "Can you point out which ones are girls? Your Feng Clan girls, why do they all look so ordinary..."
Feng Dao was so angry he swore, "Damn it! Observe yourself! What's not obvious? What are those eyes of yours for?"
Fang Che: "..."
Outside, the aura of a breakthrough was felt.
Someone had actually broken through under the influence of this wine.
Feng Dao immediately became excited, "Let me see who it is."
Then, one after another, the aura of breakthroughs continued, and after an hour, there were actually ten people who had suddenly broken through under the influence of the sudden surge of spiritual energy.
These people had been fighting here for years, and their cultivation had already been honed to the extreme. Many of them were just one step away from a breakthrough, lacking only the right opportunity.
However, as martial artists, they all knew that this opportunity might not come, and some people could even be stuck for a decade!
After the great victory, the joy, the relaxation of the mood, the continuous acquisition of Fortune Spirit Stones, and the sudden warmth and comfort of the environment, a bowl of super Spirit Wine was suddenly poured down, and the Spirit Energy suddenly exploded within their bodies...
And the long-starved Meridians were suddenly filled...
Although they were well aware of these reasons, the sudden breakthrough of over a dozen people still excited Feng Dao for a moment.
At this level of breakthrough, each stage represented a significant increase in combat power.
Even if it was just one person's improvement, it symbolized that this Mystic Realm had become a little safer. What's more, with over a dozen people breaking through at once?
"Relationship, you're the benefactor of our Feng Clan's disciples!"
Seeing so many people advancing and breaking through, Feng Dao's eyes welled up with tears as he tightly grasped Fang Che's hand.
Fang Che shook his hand, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and said, "I'm the connection of your Feng Clan's disciples, so this is what I should do!"
"Ahahaha..." Feng Dao slapped Fang Che's shoulder vigorously, "With today, you can treat me however you want! Haha, what kind of relationship do we have between us!"
"..."
Outside, everyone was filled with joyous laughter, genuinely delighted from the heart.
Even those who hadn't broken through felt that their cultivation had improved. Including Feng Dao, they all shared the same feeling.
The only person who didn't feel anything was Fang Che. He had already drunk too much, and now with the Spirit Wine, he could only slightly increase a tiny bit of his foundation, feeling nothing at all.
But the Deputy Squad Leader instantly gained a higher status.
Everyone was grateful for his kindness and the benefits they received from him, so they couldn't help but respect him.
Moreover, outside, people were enthusiastically discussing the glorious deeds of the Deputy Squad Leader, who had slaughtered over thirty Only Righteous Sect Sage Rank experts in one battle.
The storyteller's words were full of excitement, while the listeners were awe-struck.
Looking at Fang Che, their expressions slowly changed from amiability to reverence.
Especially in a place like this, where might is right, it was a necessity!
The atmosphere instantly became even more joyous.
Some were lifted up and thrown into the air, some hugged each other and jumped around, and some even howled towards the sky...
Fang Che coldly observed from the side, examining carefully.
It seemed... there were indeed women among them? There were a few... noticeably thinner, with slender waists and slightly fuller chests...
It wasn't very obvious at all.
It wasn't Fang Che's fault for having poor eyesight. Firstly, he never expected there would be women on this side, and secondly, in such a cold place, everyone was generally dressed very warmly. Although they were all highly skilled martial artists, but... after staying here for a few days, perhaps they could be as graceful as they wanted.
They still had to wear as many layers as possible. So everyone looked quite plump.
Each of them wore thick, large hats, and some even had scarves covering half of their faces.
How could one tell?
But after being reminded, Fang Che noticed. Those with scarves covering their faces were mostly suspects.
Especially those with red, purple, or white scarves, they were almost certainly women.
As for those with pink scarves, they were definitely women!
The wild celebration came to a temporary halt.
On the side, a woman with a pink scarf walked over, her eyes filled with excitement, about to hug Fang Che to express her gratitude.
"Miss, this isn't appropriate, men and women should not touch," Fang Che quickly dodged.
"Miss?"
The person in front of him with the pink scarf blinked, and a deep, magnetic male voice emerged.
Fang Che: "Relationship, are you so desperate for a woman that you mistook this uncle for a girl? Logically, this shouldn't be the case, you've only just arrived, right?"
The surroundings instantly erupted in laughter.
Fang Che's face turned black with anger.
He gritted his teeth and turned to look for Feng Dao, but that guy had already disappeared without a trace.
He dared to bet.
This was definitely arranged by Feng Dao, that bastard. Otherwise, there's no reason why he would have just told me about the women, and then this happened!
And I actually fell for this prank!
In the shadows, Feng Dao squatted among the crowd, sending a sound transmission to the bearded man: "Well done!"
The bearded man revealed a proud smile and said to Fang Che, "If the Deputy Squad Leader really can't hold it in, next time, brothers, we'll grab one from the opposite side, or cut off a few pieces of meat and poke a hole for the Deputy Squad Leader..."
Instantly, several voices shouted together: "Feng Ziqiao! You bastard! What nonsense are you talking about!"
These voices were sharp, undoubtedly belonging to women.
Feng Ziqiao, the bearded man, bowed and apologized repeatedly: "Third Aunt, please forgive me. Second Aunt, please forgive me. Fifth Aunt, please forgive me. It's my fault for speaking too hastily, but I didn't mean it..."
At this moment, Fang Che's expression was truly unbearable...
Finally, everyone started running outside. After all, they had just improved their cultivation, and they needed to spar with each other to integrate their original combat power, refining and tempering it through a thousand hammers and a hundred grindstones.
Here, unlike outside, a sudden improvement in cultivation could sometimes be a weakness. If their movements couldn't keep up or their speed suddenly exceeded the norm, and the enemy seized this weakness, it would be a fatal blow.
There wouldn't be any time to get used to it, so they had to make use of every moment.
In no time, the sound of clashing and banging echoed outside.
Fang Che walked out to watch. He saw everyone sparring with each other, and they were completely shameless, specifically targeting each other's vital spots.
Feng Dao stood by, holding his arms.
If someone's technique was lacking, he would give them a fierce kick, regardless of gender, age, or seniority.
Some of them even had to call Feng Dao 'Grandpa,' 'Aunt,' or 'Auntie' at home, but he showed no mercy, kicking them over one by one.
Fang Che sighed.
If Feng Xiangdong were to come here and see his 'cultured, amiable, steady, and graceful' grandfather, Feng Dao, behaving like a rough bandit, he wondered what he would think? But thinking of Feng Xiangdong, Fang Che suddenly felt that Feng Dao's suggestion of becoming sworn brothers seemed like something he should consider.
And the sooner, the better.
What if this guy suddenly breaks through to the Holy Emperor and gets kicked out? Fang Che frowned, deep in thought.
Feng Dao saw him standing there and suddenly had an idea. He walked up to him, "Deputy Squad Leader..."
"Call me Relationship.
"......Fine, I'll take care of the relationship."
Feng Dao also gave up, it's up to you.
Anyway, my old man's face is so thick after so many years, how can you imagine it?
Are you trying to embarrass me?
If you embarrass me, so be it! As long as I can bring the Feng family's disciples back alive, that's all that matters. If you can guarantee that not a single one will die, I'll even kneel and kowtow to you every day!
"Should I teach these guys a lesson regarding the relationship?"
Feng Dao urged, "Let them witness the deputy captain's unmatched battle technique!"
Fang Che hummed and rolled his eyes, "I'm only at the peak of the Fourth Rank Venerable, although my foundation is deep and my accumulation is sufficient, fighting above my rank against Sages isn't a difficult task. However, when it comes to those high-ranking Saints, my cultivation is insufficient. I can only make a fool of myself. Unless it's a life-and-death battle where we merge our auras and fight to the death, I can win. But winning means life or death."
"In that case, forget it."
Feng Dao shook his head repeatedly.
He immediately dismissed the idea.
He could tell that Fang Che was speaking the truth.
In fact, it was as Fang Che said. Although he could fight above his rank and even kill high-ranking Saints, his cultivation, as he himself stated, was not enough to match them.
At his current strength, being at the peak of the Fourth Rank Venerable, he could hold his own against Saints around the Third Rank.
But if it were Saints of the Fourth or Fifth Rank, or even higher, Fang Che's cultivation was insufficient.
He could only rely on his Heaven Hating Blade, his Blood Spirit technique, and his extremely clever moves, combined with the Perfect Style, then merging auras, and adding the malevolent qi and killing aura of the two great demon lords, and the Night Terror and Night Demon divine arts, to defeat them in one move.
This was his killer move.
This was why Fang Che had been able to defeat opponents above his rank in just a few moves, and why he always used weapons and rarely his fists and feet.
Because using fists and feet usually meant defeat...
Defeating opponents in a few moves was one thing, but if it came to a prolonged battle, Fang Che would rather consider running away.
Of course, if he used the Blood Smoke Hand and had fresh blood to power it, that was a different story.
Take Xue Yi Hong, for example. If she were at the Sage rank, with Fang Che's current cultivation, he wouldn't just lose, he might even be defeated. It wouldn't even take a very high-ranking Sage, a First or Second Rank Sage could easily defeat him.
After all, Xue Yi Hong could fight above her rank even at the peak of the Third Rank Venerable, taking on formidable opponents at the Fifth or Sixth Rank Sage.
But there were very few geniuses like Xue Yi Hong in the world.
There might not even be thirty such geniuses on the entire continent, including both the Only Righteous Sect and the Guardians!
Feng Dao was a smart man, and after seeing Fang Che in action, he instantly understood what Fang Che meant.
This guy was a born killer, and his martial arts training was not for fitness but for killing! With this thought, Feng Dao curiously asked, "Can I ask you something? How many people have you killed in total?"
Fang Che thought for a moment and honestly replied, "Over a hundred million?"
"Hahahahaha..."
Feng Dao fell silent.
He rolled his eyes and went back to supervising the others.
Don't you think I'm a fool! Not to mention killing over a hundred million, have you ever seen a hundred million people? Fang Che watched for a while, then returned to his room to rest, practicing his martial techniques and repeatedly rehearsing them in his mind.
Ever since he had broken through to the Venerable rank, he could clearly feel that his cultivation speed hadn't slowed down, but the amount of spirit energy required for the Venerable realm was enormous.
Each level required more and more spirit energy, and this was exceptionally noticeable! Especially now that he had been stuck at the peak of the Fourth Rank Venerable for a long time, still unable to break through to the Fifth Rank.
The Fourth Rank Venerable was essentially the threshold for the Middle Rank Venerable, and compared to the First, Second, and Third Ranks, the amount of spirit energy required was even more than double.
This made Fang Che calm down and not rush.
After all, it had only been half a month since he last broke through, so there was no need to hurry.
If others knew about this, they would probably be so jealous that their faces would turn green. Most people would be stuck at this stage for at least several years, and some might even be stuck for decades or even their entire lives!
You think half a month without a breakthrough is slow...
Fang Che lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and his mind entered a state of emptiness.
In his mind, he repeatedly practiced the Netherworld Gun Technique, and from time to time, a Perfect Gun Style would emerge from the corner, merging with new gun auras, separating again, and then another style would enter, practicing from various angles...
After a long while, the Netherworld Gun emerged from the gun body, panting heavily with its small mouth, exhausted.
In his mental training arena, it had already switched to the Nether King.
Then the Shadow Emperor, the Netherworld, and the Nether Spirit took turns, and Fang Che began to cultivate various techniques, using the Boundless Sutra to stimulate them one by one, then using each technique's power, and finally cleansing them with the Boundless Sutra...
In his dantian, spirit energy rained down, drop by drop.
With each drop, he could feel his soul trembling slightly, as if faintly hearing the sound of the Dao, constantly rumbling.
Feng Dao passed by Fang Che's room and could sense the aura of martial arts insight.
Silently, he lowered the curtain at Fang Che's door.
The rooms on this side didn't have doors, only thick curtains that reached all the way to the floor, completely blocking the view—there wasn't even a window inside.
Feng Dao walked out, and everyone else continued to temper their martial techniques.
"They should be well-behaved for the next few days."
Everyone was guessing.
"Boss, how many people has he killed?"
"He said over a hundred million."
"Puahahahahaha..."
Everyone burst into laughter.
But Feng Dao remained silent, deep in thought.
The laughter gradually subsided. "Boss, what's wrong?"
"When he said he killed over a hundred million, his expression was very calm, as if he had just drunk a glass of plain water."
Feng Dao said, "I was laughing too, but ever since he said that, I've been thinking about his expression. Because when I was laughing, he glanced at me."
"How so?"
"That look in his eyes, it was like someone from a big city looking at a hick who hadn't seen much of the world. Or like someone who gave the correct answer but was looked at like a fool when others doubted it."
(End of Chapter)
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