Ye ng covered her mouth and laughed on the side.
So much change in six months, even the gatekeeper doesn’t recognize their own Cousin Young Master...
"Cousin Young Master is back! Cousin Young Master is back!"
Another Fang Family mber recognized Fang Che and sprinted inside to bring the good news.
With a whoosh, Fang Qianyi appeared at the door, looking excited: "Where’s my son?"
She caught sight of Fang Che imdiately, shouted, and ran over, wanting to hug him.
But now Fang Che was a full 1.87 ters tall, and Fang Qianyi was only 1.7 ters, so she couldn’t really hug him. Instead, she settled for holding his arm, looking him over with cherished eyes: "You’ve tanned, gotten thinner. Archer, it’s tough at Baiyun Martial Academy, isn’t it?"
Fang Che’s face was lined with frustration: "Where do you see tanned and thinner? I’m paler and fatter now, and I’ve even grown taller."
"Hmph, you’ve tanned and gotten thinner!"
Fang Qianyi playfully insisted, then cheerfully pulled Fang Che along: "Co on, et your uncle. You don’t know it, but you and your cousin have made us proud, and your uncle has been overjoyed. Those days he drank big, saying he could finally face the ancestors... he vomited everywhere, it was disgusting."
Turning her head, she saw Fang Zhenghang and others were already standing there with a smile.
"Don’t listen to your mother’s nonsense. When did I ever vomit? I’ve been drinking my whole life and never vomit!"
Fang Zhenghang said with authority.
Beside Fang Zhenghang stood a middle-aged beauty, his wife, and Fang Che’s aunt, who nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, your uncle never vomits; it was all vomiting."
The crowd burst into laughter.
Everyone knew Mrs. Fang was soone who never touched a drop of alcohol.
Fang Zhenghang’s face turned red; his family head’s authority almost shattered. He hurriedly stepped forward, pulling Fang Che inside.
"Today, Che’er returns; it’s a big happy occasion for our family. Tonight, we’ll have a family banquet! Let’s have a good few drinks!"
The family laughed heartily as they walked in.
Fang Qianyi was at the side, full of happiness, closely following her son, glancing up and down filled with joy. Occasionally, she would pat his arm and back.
Then burst into hearty laughter.
Fang Che felt warmth in his heart.
This is my family.
The household purchasing staff had already hurried out because the family banquet tonight required buying many things, and it wasn’t early anymore.
By the main gate, the old gatekeeper who didn’t recognize Fang Che now hunched, a contemplative light in his eyes.
"They arranged for to be here, saying the Demon Sect targeted the Fang Family, yet there’s been no movent for so long; what could be the reason?"
He shook his head and went back to the porter room.
...
That night, the Fang family was brightly lit.
The aroma of food and wine spread far.
Even the nearby poor families received half a bolt of cloth, a hundred pounds of rice, and two pounds of salt per household.
The porridge stall outside the city expanded, cooking an additional five hundred pounds of white rice porridge daily.
It showed how happy Fang Zhenghang was.
After three rounds of drinks, Fang Zhenghang asked Fang Che: "How’s your cousin doing at the Martial Academy?"
Fang Che quickly nodded: "Big Cousin is terrific! His cultivation has improved, and he has lots of female classmates around him, he’s very happy! Red sleeves adding fragrance, chirping of birds, now he rarely cos to find , very busy."
"..."
Fang Zhenghang imdiately frowned, then relaxed his brow. Now wasn’t the ti to get angry.
But in his heart, he was very annoyed.
It seed like the last beating just barely got through. Next ti when he’s on vacation, I’ll string him up and beat him again.
Now he’s progressing rapidly and has great prospects. What’s he doing surrounded by so many won at such a young age?
It’s sheer folly, lacking any ambition!
"Why are you back so early? Why didn’t your cousin co back with you?" Fang Zhenghang changed the subject.
"I have sothing on my side. My master secured a secret realm cultivation quota for , so I’ll leave tomorrow night. Haven’t been ho for a while, so I ca back to visit," Fang Che explained.
Fang Zhenghang frowned, reprimanding: "A man should focus on his career. A secret realm cultivation quota is precious, sothing even us Shi Family people might never enter in a lifeti. You’ve finally gotten a spot, and you still spare ti to think of ho! Stop thinking of ho; cultivating is your main task."
"Yes, yes, Uncle’s teaching is right."
Fang Che quickly admitted his mistake.
Having just caught Big Cousin in trouble, although Uncle didn’t act out, he was probably already thinking of hitting soone.
Now I must behave.
Can’t have Uncle vent out too early; that won’t have any effect then.
The better I behave now, the more Big Cousin will get a beating!
Hmm... perfect!
Timing wise, it’s just right, around the ti Uncle’s patience is at its thinnest, Big Cousin will be back.
What a pity I can’t see it with my own eyes.
Fang Che clicked his tongue with so regret and took a drink from his cup.
...
After eating and drinking, Fang Che returned to his small courtyard.
It was still his bedroom.
Still the original layout.
Nothing had changed but it was spotlessly clean, not a speck of dust.
Clearly, Fang Qianyi frequently ca in to clean.
Looking around, his heart felt warm.
Then he went out to chat with Fang Qianyi.
Fang Qianyi had drunk quite a bit, but with her General Level cultivation, a little alcohol was nothing; yet she was fiddling with her son’s face.
"Your dad wasn’t this handso back in the day. How co you’re so handso now?"
Fang Qianyi wondered.
"Of course, my dad wasn’t handso, but that’s because my mom is beautiful," Fang Che said.
"That’s true."
Fang Qianyi was delighted: "I gave birth to you, of course!"
She then started asking tirelessly about his Martial Academy experiences.
According to Fang Che’s descriptions, Baiyun Martial Academy was simply a paradise.
The Mountain Master was kind and elder-like.
The Deputy Mountain Master was caring.
The instructors took care of him like parents.
Classmates in the class were like brothers, always close and warm.
Sparring and combat skills were advancing rapidly.
The academy had any Elixir Pill one could need.
When tasks occasionally arose, instructors would accompany them, ensuring experiential growth without risk...
Having never entered the Martial Academy, Fang Qianyi was extrely envious, srized, and at ease hearing these.
The discussion turned to his departure for training the next day.
Fang Che lowered his voice, mysteriously: "This is a very rare quota, said to be from a secret realm of a Fourth level Family, generally used only for their family’s geniuses due to its zero risk. It opens once every ten years, and it’s only because my master saved an important person from their family that I got a spot, using soone’s direct descendant’s quota to enter."
"This can’t be told to the outside; family connections of Fourth level are vast, and many could wish for this chance but never get it. If the news spreads, we might not get the next chance..."
Fang Qianyi got tense imdiately: "I won’t say! How could I ruin my son’s good fortune?"
She then looked at Ye ng: "Is Ye ng going along?"
"She’s not. That little girl is handy, takes good care of over there; and I’m worried she’ll be lonely during my at least twenty days to a month away, so I brought her back to keep you company."
"Oh, oh, good, good; it’s good to have company. How co... the secret realm entry ti isn’t fixed?" Fang Qianyi’s mind was clearly not on Ye ng.
"Such secret realms depend on one’s aptitude and perseverance; the better the aptitude and stronger the perseverance, the longer one can stay inside and the more benefits obtained."
Fang Che explained.
"Then you must endure it, stay inside a bit longer. Families like ours barely have access to such good places; seize this opportunity."
"Of course."
Chatted with his mother long into the night.
The next day, after drinking the nourishing soup made by his mother’s own hands,
he wandered around at ho, visiting each room, giving a bit of guidance to so earnest little children practicing cultivation, casually leaving a few tips.
Even just that was enough to delight the children and their elders imnsely.
They all ca to thank Fang Qianyi.
By evening,
Fang Che quietly left the house under the watchful eyes of Fang Qianyi and Ye ng.
At the main gate, he saw Fang Zhenghang draped in a large cloak standing outside.
"Uncle?"
Fang Zhenghang smiled and said: "Nothing, just admiring the moonlight. You’re leaving already?"
"Yes. They’re waiting for ."
Fang Zhenghang was silent for a mont, then said: "When you’re on their turf, don’t force yourself to suffer grievances; if it doesn’t work out, co back. No matter what, keeping yourself safe is the most important thing."
"Yes."
"You don’t have to worry about ho."
Fang Zhenghang said: "I’ve arranged everything for the Guardian Hall, and soone stops by our house every few days. There’s no need to worry about safety."
"Alright."
"... Go then."
Fang Zhenghang smiled: "I’ll keep walking here, admiring the moonlight. Hmmm... no matter what happens, make sure you stay safe!"
"Okay."
Fang Che walked quite a distance, still seeing his uncle standing at the gate, looking at the moonlit sky.
He bowed his head, employed his movent technique, and instantly vanished into the distance.
Fang Zhenghang turned back after Fang Che had disappeared from view.
He sighed lightly.
Stopped looking at the moonlight, turned back to the house.
Mrs. Fang approached him teasingly: "Why stop admiring the moon?"
Fang Zhenghang’s face was displeased: "What’s so good about moonlight? Let’s go inside. You’re so talkative."
Mrs. Fang pouted: "Sending off a nephew, just send him off, what’s with the moon watching. Are you the artsy type?"
Fang Zhenghang walked back, saying blandly: "This kid, without a father all these years, as his uncle I must watch over him on his father’s behalf. Originally, I intended to set so rules for him when he grew up, but now it seems there’s no need."
"The child is all grown up; let nature take its course."
Mrs. Fang assisted her husband inside: "Your old back injury, nephew’s successful now, you didn’t say anything about it."
Fang Zhenghang replied discontentedly: "We, as elders, are eager to give the kids any good things, how could I embarrass the kid by asking for sothing in return? You as the aunt really don’t know better, keep that mouth of yours shut tight next ti."
Mrs. Fang sighed.
Said no more.
...
Fang Che went all the way out of Bibo City, standing atop the highest point in the dark night, looking back.
He could still see the Fang household in the city, its lights flickering.
The entire Bibo City was illuminated in countless places, a sea of light.
Fang Che exhaled deeply, a warm smile on his face.
He turned, let out a long whistle, his figure clad in black rose into the sky like a gust, plunging into the vast darkness behind!
Never to look back.
Truly:
Why speak of a heart full of valor, when two hands have created rivers of blood;
As I glimpse the myriad lights below, I venture into the Demon Realm to beco Yama.
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