Chapter 794: A Discovery Over Drinks [Part 2]

Chapter 794: A Discovery Over Drinks [Part 2]



"Yes, as long as you're not afraid to die, you can challenge as much as you want! It's fine even if you challenge a hundred times a day."

Mo Gaiyun spoke.

"It's the same for us," Qiu Yunshang and Dong Yunyu said.

Qiu Yunshang felt a bit ashamed, "I've only fought two thousand six hundred times."

Dong Yunyu said, "It's not bad, I've fought almost two thousand five hundred times. At first, I knocked out two of them with my aura, but later, those bastards acted like they saw their father's murderer whenever they saw me... Just because I cursed them a few times."

Fang Che, Mo Gaiyun, and Qiu Yunshang all had a black line across their foreheads.

With that mouth of yours, there are probably very few people in this world who can handle it.

However, Fang Che also realized that the mystic realms seemed to be different from each other. At least, the three guys who entered this mystic realm seemed to have a better atmosphere than the Wind Clan's mystic realm.

They could even challenge each other freely.

Although killing was allowed, there weren't many casualties inside.

Since the cultivation levels and battle power of both sides were relatively close, there were rarely any instances of one-hit kills.

As for life-or-death battles, there were only three or four such instances each month, and it was only for the Fortune Spirit Stones. Of course, the death rate was much higher, but it wasn't as intense as having hundreds of deaths in a single day.

Fang Che sincerely felt that this place seemed much better than the Wind Clan's mystic realm.

In fact, what Fang Che didn't know was... the Wind Clan's mystic realm was also like this. It was just that Fang Che had happened to enter on a day when a duel for the Fortune Spirit Stones was taking place.

Moreover, Feng Dao had left too quickly. After Feng Dao's departure, it was entirely up to Fang Che to manage the situation, and it was Fang Che who had directly brought the Wind Clan to a point of no return.

If Feng Dao were still there, he would have continued to grind things out with Bi Fang Dong in the same way they had been doing for a long time.

Although there were deaths on both sides, the number of casualties each month would rarely exceed thirty, and both sides strictly controlled the balance of power within their own ranks.

After all, Bi Fang Dong had never thought of unification, and although Feng Dao had considered it, he lacked the strength to do so and could only give up. Since neither side could achieve unification, why bother having people die every day?

It was common knowledge that in some mystic realms, two opposing forces could face off against each other for hundreds of years or even longer! After all, if the strength was insufficient for unification, and they couldn't sustain it for a hundred hours, attempting unification would only bring disaster to their fellow cultivators, resulting in tens of thousands of experts dying inside. The consequences would be severe.

However, when someone like Fang Che entered, it was like releasing a wolf into a flock of sheep. He directly brought the situation to a point of no return in the shortest time possible.

He had even broken through the realm, achieved unification, and held it for a hundred hours!

This was something that rarely happened in other mystic realms.

Fang Che first arranged for Yin Guotang to go to Heaven's Pavilion to book a private room for the evening. When Yin Guotang went there, it turned into a full-on private booking.

The owner of the establishment begged, "We'll only charge you for one table, but since Chief Fang is coming, we won't accommodate any other guests tonight."

With Chief Fang hosting the banquet, Heaven's Pavilion naturally welcomed them with open arms. They hung up a sign early on, and the manager stood at the entrance with a proud expression, turning away other guests. With a restrained expression, he said, "It's not that we're not accommodating... it's just that Chief Fang has booked the entire place for tonight... Apologies, apologies, please bear with us."

Those who heard this suddenly understood.

Numerous restaurant owners looked on with envious, jealous, and hateful gazes, expressing their congratulations with a sour tone.

After all, Chief Fang's willingness to dine there, and even booking the entire place, proved the quality of the establishment. For the next few years, it would be bustling with guests, and not a single seat would be empty. This was a golden opportunity!

Fang Che had originally felt speechless about the banquet that evening, but after Mo Gaiyun and the others returned, Fang Che was in high spirits, and even he felt like celebrating with a drink that night.

He even patted himself on the back for his foresight: Look at me, I knew what was going to happen.

Knowing that his brothers were returning today, he had made the reservation in advance!

Then, the three of them excitedly pulled him away for a friendly spar.

"I just realized that the three of you who returned all have the character 'yun' in your names."

Fang Che acted as if he had discovered a new continent, "What a coincidence!"

He pointed at each of them, "Big Yun, Second Yun, and Little Yunyun."

The third time, he pointed at the 2.7-meter-tall Mo Gaiyun.

The three of them had unfriendly expressions, "So what if we all have 'yun' in our names? What are you trying to say?"

"Today, we're beating up the 'yun'!"

Fang Che burst into laughter.

The three of them glared at him, "Who do you think you're fighting?"

And so, the sparring began.

The first to step up was, of course, Mo Gaiyun, the Red Heavenly Venerate.

As soon as they started, Fang Che clearly felt Mo Gaiyun's tremendous progress. His ferocity combined with his current physique was simply overwhelming.

Moreover, Mo Gaiyun's cultivation level had already reached the third rank of the Saint level.

His fighting style was grand and powerful, each move and technique carrying the weight of mountains.

Even without exerting his full strength, Fang Che could clearly sense the threat Mo Gaiyun posed to him.

The flashy moves and feints in his techniques had completely disappeared.

What made Fang Che most relieved was that his reaction to crises had improved to the point where he was almost flawless.

In simple terms, he could be knocked down by sheer force, but finding his weakness and killing him would be nearly impossible, even if the opponent was several ranks higher.

To achieve this, one must be a genius on par with him, or even possess a higher Cultivation Level and Battle Power.

Mo Gaiyun's Battle Power improvement was immediate and obvious, so clear that it couldn't be any clearer!

It was a feeling of 'leaping over' a large distance in an instant.

Fang Che couldn't help but marvel at Mo Gaiyun's Battle Body's awesomeness.

Battle Body, a passionate heart, the stronger the enemy, the more perilous my situation, and the stronger I become, the faster my improvement.

Mo Gaiyun's previous improvement wasn't very fast, mainly because the life-and-death crisis he faced was too weak. But this time in the Mystic Realm, he was almost constantly at the brink of life and death, and the effect of the Battle Body's improvement was enough to leave people speechless.

Compared to Mo Gaiyun, Qiu Yunshang and Dong Yunyu's improvements were slightly inferior.

However, Dong Yunyu was a little stronger than Qiu Yunshang, after all, the situation Dong Yunyu faced was even worse than Mo Gaiyun's, and there was no comparison!

If it was said that Mo Gaiyun still had a sense of 'fair duel', then at times, there was even a hint of 'knowing when to stop'.

But ever since Dong Yunyu displayed his peerless eloquence, he had been facing life-and-death battles without holding back!

Even to make a small opening on his body, they would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives!

So it was a miracle that Dong Yunyu had survived until now.

So Dong Yunyu was like a piece of iron, being crazily smashed thousands of times!

It didn't break, but it had already begun to reveal the sharpness of a peerless divine weapon.

Qiu Yunshang's improvement was also significant, but compared to Dong Yunyu, it was slightly inferior, and Dong Yunyu was slightly inferior to Mo Gaiyun.

If one had to categorize the three, in simple terms: Mo Gaiyun belonged to the category of a special physique and peerless genius.

Dong Yunyu was on the same level as Mo Gaiyun, a peerless genius without a special physique.

Qiu Yunshang was a top-tier genius, half a notch below.

Don't underestimate this subtle difference that was almost imperceptible; as their Cultivation Levels continued to improve and reach higher positions, it would become increasingly apparent.

After the three of them sparred with Fang Che at the same time, they were all beaten up by Big Brother Fang.

But it was a pain mixed with joy.

After all, when they left Donghu, they never thought they would be able to return. And none of the brothers were missing.

This joy diluted everything, even being beaten by Big Brother Fang felt so warm and happy.

Being beaten with a loud slap, there was a sense of familiarity.

Qiu Yunshang's mood was calm, and he said, "I'm starting to fall behind."

Fang Che glanced at him and said, "Knowing that you're falling behind, you should work even harder."

"I will."

Qiu Yunshang had a stable mindset. In his small team, he was the kind of person who didn't have a strong presence, but he would always be the most proactive in doing things.

Similar to Jing Shuanggao.

Solid and steady, doing everything to perfection; although they weren't the most outstanding among the all-star geniuses, they always kept up with the best, silently working hard, relentlessly training themselves, and striving to improve.

Even in their usual practice, the two of them would train harder than others.

Their talents were indeed slightly inferior, and the two of them had already recognized this early on. Instead, the person with the most stable mindset was: As long as I don't fall behind, I'm happy. Catching up with them is satisfying enough, and surpassing them would be a huge joy!

Fang Che admired the two's mindset to the extreme.

Mo Gaiyun, on the other hand, felt a little bit of a drawback.

He could sense that Fang Che had been holding back from the start, so he requested, "Big Brother Fang, can you fight me with your full strength?"

Fang Che furrowed his brows and tilted his head, "Are you sure?"

"..."

Seeing Fang Che's gaze, Mo Gaiyun instinctively felt a bit nervous, but thinking about his need for improvement, he knew he needed this kind of overwhelming beating.

So he nodded firmly, "I'm sure!"

"As you wish!"

The two of them resumed their stances.

"Ya~~~Ouch..."

Mo Gaiyun crazily concentrated his Cultivation Level and attacked with all his might.

Boom!

Before the crowd could see clearly, they only felt a flash of a figure, and a sharp whistling sound rang out between heaven and earth, and Mo Gaiyun had already flown out like a cannonball.

With a loud boom, he slammed into the fifth-floor wall of the Southeast Headquarters building.

The entire Southeast Headquarters shook violently, and the whole building trembled.

Mo Gaiyun spread his limbs, tilting his head and sticking to the wall like a spider web.

It was as if a bear had been stuffed and hung up.

Then, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back as he slid down the wall like a pancake.

"!!!"

Qiu Yunshang and Dong Yunyu stared wide-eyed, their necks stretched, speechless.

In the headquarters building.

Countless experts flew out like bats, circling around and investigating.

"What happened?"

"What was that sound just now?"

"It's nothing."

Fang Che waved his hand, "We were sparring, and I accidentally used too much force."

Zhao Shanheshui stood in front of the building, looking up at the huge mark on the fifth floor, which was exactly the outline of a person embedded in it.

He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, turning to ask Fang Che, "Is Mo Gaiyun back?"

Fang Che: "How do you know?"

"Tsk."

Zhao Shanheshui's face twisted, "Even if you embed a bear, it won't be this big..."

"..."

Fang Che and the other two were speechless.

(End of chapter)

Zhao Shanheshui gazed at the spider web-like cracks, his lips twitching in pain, "How did this wall get like this?"

An awkward silence filled the room.

Fang Che tentatively suggested, "Should I... compensate for it?"

"We can't let General Fang pay for it," someone said.

Zhao Shanheshui couldn't bear the thought of letting Fang Che compensate, "It's official business, so it's only natural for the government to cover the expenses."

"General Zhao is so generous."

"It's the least I can do."

Zhao Shanheshui waited for Fang Che to say something, but he remained silent.

Fang Che blinked a few times and left with his men, "You guys have fun, and don't worry about the building. I, Zhao Shanheshui, am very generous."

The implication was clear: General Fang, you should be generous too.

Fang Che couldn't let Zhao Shanheshui down, "General Zhao, you're so generous. How about we visit your home? I heard it's quite spacious."

Zhao Shanheshui left with a dark expression.

He couldn't even respond to such words.

How could he possibly let these battle-hardened killers visit his home?

Xiong Rushan had already been dealt with severely. Didn't he have any idea what he was getting himself into?

There was only Fang Che before, but now there's also Dong Yunyu, who is countless times more formidable! If he lets them into his home, his life will be ruined.

Qiu Yunshang dragged the barely conscious Mo Gaiyun from the other side of the building.

It gave off the impression of a hunter returning from the mountains with a heavy, struggling beast.

After feeding Mo Gaiyun a pill, he regained consciousness and lay on the ground, dazed and confused, "What happened to me?"

Fang Che explained, "You were about to fight me, but you were too tired and fell asleep. Wake up, we're going to have a serious fight now."

"Then let's forget about it..."

Mo Gaiyun's face changed, and he scrambled to his feet and ran away.

"Hahahaha..."

"Don't run too far! We have a drinking session tonight!" Fang Che shouted.

"I came here just for the drinking session tonight."

A hearty laughter filled the air as the Wind Emperor, leading the Thirty-Six Guardians, descended from the sky, "I'm here! Hahaha..."

"..."

Fang Che was speechless, "How can you be here so fast?"

"I'll go anywhere for a drink." The Wind Emperor laughed heartily, "My family has forbidden me from drinking for a long time."

"..."

Fang Che suddenly realized he had invited a huge trouble.

Why did the Wind Clan prohibit the Wind Emperor from drinking?

There's no need to ask, there must be a reason!

But with just one sentence, he had invited this guy to the drinking session!

"I was afraid you'd be anxious, so I ran here as fast as I could," the Wind Emperor smiled, "Where are we drinking tonight?"

Fang Che was speechless.

You can't even say you ran here. From the southwest to the southeast, you arrived in half an afternoon.

This eagerness was truly... impressive.

That evening, everyone gathered.

As expected, the Wind Clan members, led by the Wind Emperor, were extremely interested in the Mystic Realm battle.

They bombarded Fang Che with questions.

Mo Gaiyun and the others were also extremely curious.

Fang Che, of course, didn't hold back.

He began to vividly narrate his story: how he encountered Feng Dao and was ridiculed, how he was given a nickname, how he was brought in as a relative, and how he turned his situation around...

How he surprised everyone.

How he showed off in front of Feng Dao...

The crowd couldn't stop laughing as they listened.

It was indeed a hilarious incident.

Everyone discussed what Feng Dao's feelings might have been at the time, and what they might be now. It was definitely worth pondering.

The atmosphere was lively.

Mo Gaiyun, Dong Yunyu, and Qiu Yunshang were laughing so hard their faces were contorted, and it took them a while to recover. After all, it was hilarious that the wise and powerful Fang Che was referred to as a relative.

Even without any other achievements, this incident alone would bring them joy for a lifetime.

After hearing Fang Che's account of his experience in the Mystic Realm, Mo Gaiyun, Dong Yunyu, and Qiu Yunshang expressed, "I'll live off this joke for the rest of my life..."

Then Fang Che noticed that the Wind Emperor was drinking with his cultivation sealed.

He drank cup after cup without stopping, his face soon turning bright red. The Wind Emperor then did something outrageous: he released the most subtle restriction on his body.

Drink more! Drink until the limit, pause for a moment, enjoy the warm feeling, then release a little more restriction, and drink again!

Fang Che was amazed, "Can you even drink like this? You're truly a talent taken to the extreme."

However, members of the Thirty-Six Guardians kept coming over to whisper, "Boss, please drink less. You've had enough, right?"

"This is nothing," the Wind Emperor insisted on drinking and sternly stopped others from persuading him.

"Don't try to stop me, or I'll lose my temper!"

Everyone's faces turned black.

Fang Che had a bad feeling about this.

Could the Wind Emperor really be drunk? As the drinking continued, the Wind Emperor finally got drunk.

To Fang Che's horror, the Wind Emperor, ranked 46th on the Cloud Martial Arsenal Rankings and the Wind Clan's peak genius, who usually had impeccable manners and conduct, suddenly stripped himself down to his bare chest.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the Wind Emperor stood up with drunken eyes, leaped onto the table, and howled at the sky. He then twisted his hips and started singing on the table!

He even accompanied his terrible dance with slaps on his chest...

His voice resembled a clucking duck, a split silk, a ghost scream, a wolf howl, and a chorus of clucking ducks wailing in agony...

And he was completely immersed in his performance.

The Thirty-Six Guardians all performed the same action: they lowered their heads and covered their faces with their hands.

Fang Che, Mo Gaiyun, Qiu Yunshang, and the others were all dumbfounded.

Their eyes wide and mouths agape, their minds had gone blank. They had no idea what they were thinking, and they didn't know whether to applaud or stop this madness...

In any case, the scene was eye-catching.

In the distance, a child's wails could be heard, seemingly disturbed by the spectacle.

A string of curses came from afar: "Who the hell summoned this wolf..."

Fang Che's mind went blank.

He could imagine the Wind Emperor acting drunk, but he never expected that the Wind Emperor's drunken antics would be so down-to-earth!

His buttocks wriggled, his eyes rolled, and his expression was lewd as he sang with his neck bobbing up and down.

There was a unique charm to it all.

"Beautiful maiden, I'll fulfill your dreams... I've brought you to this place... Let's enter the bridal chamber..." The Wind Emperor sang at the top of his lungs.

Finally, as he reached the climax of his song, he unfastened his belt...

"Big Brother, Big Brother..."

The thirty-six guardians rushed forward frantically, pinning the Wind Emperor to the ground without hesitation. They hurriedly dressed him, tying his belt into a tight knot.

Fang Che's three brothers: "... "

I've seen a god today!

What an eye-opening experience!

Six people held the Wind Emperor down as he sat in the chair, his buttocks still wriggling.

The Wind Emperor burst into laughter and said to Fang Che, "Brother, I'm not boasting, but my reputation in the family far exceeds that of Wind Dao. That guy, tsk..."

He showed disdain: "His cultivation is pathetic! His reputation is nothing to be proud of... Tsk... I... Let me tell you, my brother, in a few years, I'll put on a grand show. I'll punch Zheng Yuandong, kick Xue Fuxiao, shatter the White Bone Spear with my palm, and fart to death Wind Cong..."

The people beside him were sweating profusely, and they all reached out to cover his mouth.

But he had already finished: "... Wait!"

After his boastful speech, he sat back in the chair and sang loudly, "Oh, the Wulin, the Wulin..."

The Thirty-Six Guardians' faces turned ashen, and they felt utterly hopeless.

Fang Che suddenly remembered that the Wind Clan's ancestor's name was Wind Rong Cong.

Tsk... What a hilarious family!

Just then, the Golden Horned Dragon, who had been searching for death energy outside, sent a message: "Master, Master... I've made a significant discovery."

Fang Che's heart skipped a beat: "What discovery?"

"I found the person who shot the arrow last time!" The Golden Horned Dragon replied.

The person who shot the arrow last time?

Fang Che immediately recalled the night when Ye Meng's shoulder was shattered by Zhao Ying'er's arrow, and his heart ached. He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Follow him!"

"Find out where he's staying!"

Fang Che furrowed his brows, remembering how Ye Huang and Yang Luoyu had failed to track the archer down after the incident.

Although speed didn't necessarily represent strength, the one who had managed to escape them was likely beyond Fang Che's capabilities.

Fang Che's brows knitted together as he looked at the Wind Emperor, who was singing with his mouth wide open: 'Oh, the Wulin, you're just a fart... Oh, the Wulin, you're just a whore...'

Fang Che couldn't help but contort his face.

It seemed that the Wind Emperor had gone through quite a few adventures, and his song had reduced the Wulin to a place even dogs wouldn't enter.

However, at this moment, Fang Che wasn't concerned about the Wind Emperor's stories; he only cared about the Wind Emperor's battle power.

So, he approached him: "Big Brother Wind Emperor..."

The Wind Emperor hugged Fang Che's neck and sang loudly with one foot on the chair, "Brother, do you know the Wulin... is just a fart... Oh, the Wulin, you're just a whore..."

Fang Che's face was filled with confusion and exasperation.

One of the Thirty-Six Guardians forced a laugh and weakly explained, "Mr. Fang, please don't mind our master... He's just straightforward, or rather, he's very carefree..."

I could already tell that.

He's so straightforward!

Fang Che had no choice but to lean closer to the Wind Emperor's ear: "There's a demon!"

"Oh, the Wulin... Having demons isn't unusual. Oh, the Wulin, you're just..."

The Wind Emperor, with his eyes narrowed in desire, surprisingly managed to insert an explanation in the middle of his song.

"I mean right now!" Fang Che said, unable to hold back his killing intent.

A torrent of killing and malevolent aura rushed towards the Wind Emperor's head, and Fang Che increased the intensity, fearing that his aura might not be enough to shock the Wind Emperor, a renowned figure on the Cloud Martial Arsenal Rankings.

Whoosh...

The onlookers witnessed the Wind Emperor's neck hair standing on end.

The alcohol's effects vanished instantly, and he became as cold as ice, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

"There's a demon!" The Wind Emperor exclaimed, his eyes filled with caution.

"It's me... Hey... Don't look at me like that..." Fang Che said, his face lined with black lines.

"A real demon has arrived..."

(End of Chapter)

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