Fang Che chuckled lewdly: "How about we make a bet?"
"Bet on what?" Ye ng’s face flushed.
"If I win, those three positions I ntioned last ti..." Fang Che raised his brows, a wicked grin on his face.
"And if you lose?" Ye ng rolled her eyes, her face even redder.
"If I lose, I’ll unlock three positions for you!" Fang Che said with a look of fearless self‑sacrifice.
"Shaless! Rascal!"
Ye ng was both shy and angry, and was about to throw this guy out.
"Hold on..." Fang Che said, "There’s sothing... how co only Zhao Ying’er counts as a threat? What about the others?"
"That Lan Xinxue... I don’t feel any threat from her at all, even though she’s provoking ." Ye ng rolled her eyes, and said arrogantly: "Just with her... all she makes feel is disgust, not threat."
Fang Che chuckled: "What about the others?"
"The others... I haven’t noticed any for now, but Zhao Ying’er is a big threat."
"So you really dislike Zhao Ying’er too?"
"No, I kind of like her. That’s why she’s a threat."
Ye ng frowned.
Fang Che laughed and rubbed Ye ng’s small head: "What’s going on in that little head of yours every day? Do you won all like these boundless, totally impossible things?"
"That’s not..." Ye ng puffed her cheeks in rebuttal.
Fang Che was already glaring: "You’re just Internal Affairs, do your job properly, stop thinking east and west. If you keep overthinking, I’ll make you do an extra hour of punishnt at night. Your speculation is pure nonsense. I’ve won this bet! Tonight I’m collecting my wager!"
Having finished, without waiting for Ye ng to retort, he hamred the matter down: "It’s settled."
Then he imdiately walked out.
Ye ng fud in the room: "How did you win? What do you an you won... it’s clearly... pervert! Rascal!"
...
The sky was gradually growing dark.
Mo Gan Yun and the others still hadn’t co back.
Fang Che wasn’t worried at all.
No news ant safety!
Just as he was pondering how to have dinner with Ye ng, his heart suddenly stirred; he vaguely sensed sothing.
He turned his head to look out the window.
Outside the window, a blurry Shadow smiled at him: "Co!"
It was Emperor Ye!
Fang Che’s heart leapt with joy. "Big Brother?"
Emperor Ye chuckled, and the next instant Fang Che felt White Mist billowing; he had already arrived within Emperor Ye’s Domain.
"Big Brother, what brings you here?"
"If I ca, naturally there’s sothing going on."
Emperor Ye smiled faintly. "How’s your Halberd Technique cultivation coming along?"
Fang Che’s face turned a bit embarrassed: "I’ve barely gotten the First Form started... Big Brother, you’re too impatient, it’s only been a few days, and you’re already here to inspect?"
"I still have to ask about your progress." Emperor Ye laughed. "But in such a short ti, the First Form is already showing signs of entry; that already counts as remarkable talent and comprehension. Looks like I really didn’t misjudge you."
"There’s one thing I still don’t understand. That day, Big Brother, how did you see that I had a talent for the halberd?"
Fang Che was truly puzzled.
Because that day he had only done Healing for Emperor Ye; he hadn’t shown anything else. Yet Emperor Ye could determine that he could practice the halberd?
Emperor Ye said calmly: "Back then, when I followed Master, Master gave blood‑pushing through the palace many tis to improve my aptitude. When there were no Heavenly Treasures, he used that thod to gradually improve my innate talent."
"And Master’s Spiritual Energy was fierce and overbearing, yet carried upright balance and harmony. He once told the Cultivation Technique he practiced was the Dragon God Spear’s own Cultivation Technique, and I couldn’t learn it."
"But that day when you healed , the mont your Spiritual Energy entered my body I knew—it was similar to my Master’s. Not as fierce and overbearing as his, but in upright balance and harmony, it surpassed his."
"So I imdiately knew you would definitely be able to cultivate the Dragon God Spear!"
Emperor Ye smiled. "And besides... the intuition of an old hand in the Jianghu—don’t you dare underestimate it."
"Got it."
Fang Che was genuinely a bit impressed.
These old hands of the Jianghu, every single one of them, really aren’t easy to deal with.
"Big Brother, today you’re...?"
"Today, I’ve set a ten‑day duel with the Heavenly King Flute."
Emperor Ye said evenly: "These ten days are a sparring battle. When people at our level fight, especially continuous sparring like this, for soone at your Realm, it’s of incomparable benefit. So, I’ll have to wrong you for these ten days and let you be my little disciple."
Fang Che was instantly overjoyed: "This is exactly what I’ve been dying for!"
"Heh heh, change your face a bit."
Emperor Ye instructed.
Fang Che imdiately used the highest level of Phantom Bones, Shifting Forms he could control, changing his appearance into that of soone whose features were ordinary, but who looked full of energy—a proper lively young lad at first glance.
For an expert like Emperor Ye, a single glance was enough to see that his innate talent was quite good.
"Not bad!"
Emperor Ye laughed heartily: "Got a bit of scheming in you."
Then he said, "It’s getting late, let’s head out now. We’ll settle dinner on the road."
Fang Che said, "Alright... I’ll go down and give so instructions."
"Go on."
Fang Che said a few words in explanation, then went out the door.
Emperor Ye appeared at just the right mont, wrapped him into his Domain, then vanished without a trace, shooting straight into the sky.
After that.
The Sixth Fang, who viewed his son as a precious treasure, appeared under a tree.
"Where’s this guy taking my son? No way, I have to go take a look."
The Sixth Fang’s body also transford into a streak of grey shadow.
His cultivation had already recovered to Saint Level. Although he was still far behind Emperor Ye as he was now, his unique Cultivation Technique and powerful Divine Soul already allowed him to beco more and more at ease when hiding himself.
As things stood now, so long as he didn’t want to expose himself, the number of people in all the world who could detect him was probably... ahem, not many.
Emperor Ye and Fang Che did not go straight to Nanshan.
Instead, they found a spot, roasted a good batch of at, and the two even drank a bit of wine.
During their chatting, they naturally talked about Sikong Dou.
"That old guy’s always been like that, used to being stingy and petty..."
Emperor Ye offered an explanation on behalf of his big brother, saying: "...He really regrets it now, brother, don’t take it to heart."
Fang Che smiled: "I don’t mind, really don’t. Besides... him being like this now is actually good for ."
Emperor Ye thought it over, then suddenly understood, and couldn’t help but burst into wild laughter, doubling over.
"You brat, you really do have a lot of tricks in that head."
"Big Brother, you have to keep this a secret for ."
Fang Che was smiling as he spoke of secrecy, but in his heart he didn’t take it seriously at all. Even though he had said it outright, even if Emperor Ye went back and told Sikong Dou, Sikong Dou would still have to do sothing before he could feel at ease.
And if Emperor Ye did go back and say it, Sikong Dou would actually feel even more guilty: using his younger brother’s feelings to plead on his behalf and pry out the other party’s words—that was only one part of it.
The other part was: the guy says he doesn’t mind, and you actually believe him?
For soone who feels indebted in their heart, this Heart Demon is sothing they absolutely cannot get rid of.
The moon climbed to the middle of the sky.
The Heavenly King Flute, who was waiting on the mountaintop, was already getting impatient.
A gust of wind blew over, and Emperor Ye appeared in front of him with a young man in tow.
"Sikong Ye! Do you ever have ti to—who’s this?" The Heavenly King Flute frowned as he looked at Fang Che.
This guy... looked about twenty-five or twenty-six.
His looks were nothing special, but his brows were sharp, his gaze full-on wolfish, extrely lean and capable. For his age, his cultivation wasn’t low at all; about Emperor Level, maybe?
His innate talent was quite good, and he carried a naturally eerie, ethereal air, a breath more or less in the sa vein as Sikong Ye’s...
Sikong Ye snorted and said, "I’ll co whenever I feel like coming. Since when is that your business?"
Then he said to Fang Che, "This one... you should call him Martial Uncle. Even though he and I are completely incompatible—every ti we et, it’s to the death—he’s still from the sa sect. As a junior, giving your Martial Uncle a bow counts as paying respect to an elder’s grave."
The Heavenly King Flute flew into a rage: "Sikong Ye! You..."
Fang Che had already bowed: "Your junior, Ouyang Tianchou, pays respect to Martial Uncle!"
The Heavenly King Flute’s face twisted a little. He looked at Sikong Ye, sowhat at a loss: "Your disciple?"
He was completely unprepared for this.
In his wildest dreams he never thought Sikong Ye would show up tonight for so sort of family-recognition act.
"Yeah, my disciple, Ouyang Tianchou." Sikong Ye almost bit his tongue on those four words.
This bastard, of all the nas he could pick, he chose one begging for divine retribution...
Then he said, "Tianchou, your Martial Uncle is a big shot in My True Sect. Even though our stances are different, even though you might not see him again in the future, and even though he might even end up killing you soday, he really is a resounding big shot. Hurry up and ask your Martial Uncle for a eting Gift."
Fang Che looked a bit flustered: "Disciple... Disciple... this feels inappropriate..."
"What’s inappropriate about it?" Sikong Ye said, "He’s your own Martial Uncle, what’s there to be embarrassed about? This lifeti, you only get this one chance to fleece your Martial Uncle’s wool. Go ask for it!"
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