Dongfang Sansan didn't know how to respond.
"I have to co clean and tell you that this was a complete fluke."
"Who're you trying to fool? Why did you send to the southeast if you didn't anticipate this?"
Xue Fuxiao was completely unconvinced. However, it occurred to him that perhaps Dongfang Sansan was trying to be humble and understated, so he didn't press the issue.
"Now that Dong Changfeng has obtained the One Strike Spear Demon's inheritance, I can co back now, right?"
"There's no hurry. Once word of Dong Changfeng's breakthrough gets out, Duan Xiyang will be sure to co and seek him out. I want you to wait for Duan Xiyang and send him packing when he cos!"
"Alright, in that case, I'll give Duan Xiyang a beating before I get back."
"Also, ask Dong Changfeng sothing in secret. Tell him that I want a na from him."
"What na?"
"There's no need to specify, just tell him I want a na. That should be enough for him to understand."
"Alright, then explain it to ! Don't keep in the dark!"
"Has anyone else from your Xue Clan shat themselves recently?"
Xue Fuxiao imdiately cut off the communication and didn't ask any further questions.
Dongfang Sansan chuckled in amusent before returning to his official duties.
All of a sudden, a thought occurred to him, and he ssaged Xue Fuxiao again: "When you et Duan Xiyang this ti, tell him that I want to et him."
Once again, Xue Fuxiao's reply was instantaneous.
"He wouldn't dare to go. He's t with you four tis, and you've made him regret it every single ti. How could he possibly agree to go and see you again?"
"I know he'll be reluctant to co and see , but as long as you extend the invitation, he'll be sure to comply."
"Can you tell why you want to see him?"
"I'm considering issuing a continent-wide order prohibiting further discussion of the topic of the Shit King from your clan."
Once again, Xue Fuxiao imdiately fell silent, while Dongfang Sansan was left to chuckle to himself in amusent.
***
As night descended upon the Unmatched Escort Agency, yet another day had passed by without a visit from the assessnt teams.
With each passing day, Fang Che was feeling more and more uneasy, and the sa applied to everyone else in the branch helm.
Everyone was contacting their clans, asking them why the assessnt teams still hadn't co to the White Cloud Prefecture. Theoretically speaking, their White Cloud Prefecture branch helm should've been a high priority on their list.
Alternatively, could it be that they had already arrived in secret?
Starlight was already long gone from the branch helm, but Zheng Yunqi and the others stayed up late into the night, continuing to contact their clans while also discussing the matter among themselves.
"The assessnt teams still haven't arrived."
The response from their clans was swift and one of bewildernt.
"Still? That can't be!"
The response from the seniors of their clans only made them even more anxious, and they frantically began requesting further details, but their seniors were just as in the dark as they were.
"Just keep waiting. Make sure you don't do anything reckless! Right now, it's more important than ever that you stay put and avoid risk as much as possible!"
This was the advice from everyone's clans, but it did nothing to assuage their anxiety.
***
Upon his return to the Virtue Manor, Fang Che eagerly hopped into a bath.
Now that he had a wife, he was taking his personal hygiene much more seriously.
Upon entering the bedroom, Ye ng was in the process of changing the bedsheets, and Fang Che encircled his arms around her slender waist from behind as he whispered into her ear, "Did you miss ?"
Ye ng fell forward onto the bed, already resigned to her fate.
Fang Che gladly fell onto the bed on top of her, ready to comnce his nightly spear training session.
***
Before long, it was already midnight.
Ye ng was gasping for air as she laid feebly under the covers, a dazed and exhausted look in her eyes.
"Why've you co to bed so early tonight? You're not going to cultivate?"
"I can skip cultivation for tonight. Right now, I can sense that my cultivation base..."
Fang Che's voice abruptly cut off mid-sentence as he noticed that Ye ng had already fallen asleep.
Is it really that tiring? I feel like I could easily go a few more rounds...
Fang Che scratched his head with a perplexed expression, but seeing as Ye ng had already fallen asleep, he could only rein in his primal urges.
With Ye ng's warm and soft body next to his and the sound of her deep and even breathing beside his ears, a sense of security and serenity welled up in his heart, and he was overco by a sense of imnse satisfaction.
He closed his eyes as he delved into his own consciousness, and it was only now that he was truly examining Jun Lin's inheritance for the first ti.
***
Hell was already close to fully taking shape. Its tip glead a nacing back, and it was imbued with trendous baleful qi, which was continuing to accumulate over ti.
The Golden Horn Flood Dragon was greedily devouring baleful qi from the Formless Divine Jade, while the little fairy was gently stroking Hell with its little hands, and with each stroke, Hell's shaft beca a little smoother and more refined.
The spearhead was over a foot and a half in length, and it was giving off a cold gleam.
Looking at the Formless Divine Jade, Fang Che thought of the pills and integration thod that Xue Fuxiao had brought to him last ti, and he was very much looking forward to reaching the prerequisite cultivation base, which Xue Fuxiao had stated to be sowhere around the fourth or fifth-rank King tier.
Ever since he obtained the Formless Divine Jade, it had seed like its only uses were to release baleful qi and expand his consciousness. Aside from that, it didn't seem to serve any other purpose, but Fang Che knew that it had to have been more valuable than that. Otherwise, the Church of the Self-Righteous wouldn't have been so desperate to recover it.
Sure enough, it did indeed have other uses. The only problem was that he was still of an insufficient cultivation base to fully integrate it.
From there, Fang Che began to examine Jun Lin's inheritance, and he discovered that the inheritance consisted solely of a set of spear techniques, and nothing else.
In fact, it only consisted of nine spear techniques, as opposed to the full set of thirteen.
The attached ntal note from Jun Lin read: "Of my thirteen spear techniques, which I had previously thought to be perfect, I've always felt four of them to be slightly lacking compared with the others. It was only after witnessing your perfect spear forms that I ca to realize that those four techniques were not as perfect as I first thought, and thus, I have chosen not to include them in my inheritance to you as they would only lead you down the wrong path.
“As you can see, I have passed down only these spear techniques to you and none of my other battle techniques. You have chosen the spear, so remain loyal to it. My original intention was to pass down everything to you, but ultimately, I decided that would only distract you from what is truly important: the spear. Your 3,600 perfect spear forms are already enough for you to cultivate for the rest of your life."
***
Fang Che was completely dumbfounded.
Don't just go making these decisions for ! I need all the battle techniques I can get! I have so many identities right now, presumably with even more to co in the future, and I need a set of signature battle techniques for every single one of them!
Despite Fang Che's internal grievances, deep down, he knew that Jun Lin was right.
Furthermore, these nine spear techniques were already a massive blessing, and it would be ungrateful of him to ask for more.
One of Jun Lin's final requests was for Fang Che to attach the na of his spear to the spear techniques passed down to him, and in light of that, he decided to na the nine spear techniques the Nine Spears of Hell.
Fang Che went through the spear techniques in the intended order, starting with the First Spear of Hell.
Enclosed was only a simple description of how the technique was to be perford, but much greater depth was explored when it ca to things like how to perfectly accumulate power, how to fully integrate one's energy, spirit, and essence, and how to use the surrounding environnt to one's advantage, all for the purpose of maximizing the destructive power of the spear technique.
Sure enough, the technique was perfect in every way.
Fang Che carefully examined every aspect of the technique, down to even the finest of details.
What was most difficult about all of this was that a string of extrely ticulous adjustnts had to be made in a tiny split-second before unleashing the technique, and it was extrely demanding on the user's execution.
As Fang Che visualized himself unleashing the spear technique, he could feel spear intent building throughout every single inch of his body, from the tips of toes all the way to the individual strands of his hair.
Feeling inspired, he quickly got out of bed, and not wanting to risk losing this flash of inspiration, he hurriedly made his way out into the courtyard without even wasting the ti to put on clothes.
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