After the eting.
Chen Ru Hai and Fan Tiantiao had a brief encounter.
"This Fang Che, he’s quite fierce in killing the Demon Sect demons."
"Haha, wants to be undercover, doesn’t he have to kill? If you were him, you’d be even fiercer!"
"Haha."
...
On Ye ng’s side, gathering intelligence had beco much easier recently because that ’Shadow of Yueying’ would summarize Fang Che’s whereabouts almost every day.
Whatever was needed could just be picked out and reported.
Ye ng only felt that being an undercover agent was incredibly easy.
Just like a relay station.
But she didn’t dare slack off, working hard and diligently every day to practice because she felt her self-esteem was hurt.
Ca undercover at the General Level herself.
Fang Che was a Samurai.
Now she’s at Ninth Grade General Level.
Fang Che reached Marshal Level already.
This made Ye ng feel a bit embarrassed.
So she worked even harder; but actually, Ye ng’s conditions couldn’t compare with Fang Che. At least Fang Che had an uncle and grandfather who cared for him, and even though his family wasn’t high-ranking, he’d been well-fed and clothed since childhood.
Ye ng, on the other hand, was trained in concentration, and although there were cultivation resources, her foundational heritage was slightly lacking compared to Fang Che.
When Fang Che beca Sun Yuan’s disciple, gaining resources from both sides, Ye ng beca even less able to compete, and once he joined the Baiyun Martial Academy, he made another leap... Ye ng couldn’t even catch up.
After all, being undercover, resources wouldn’t just be handed to her.
Speaking of Ye ng’s foundation and talent, it was actually Fang Che’s fruit that supplented them.
Now Fang Che purposely left her with all the ti she needed, so she began working hard.
In the short term, Fang Che didn’t plan to have her do anything much; actually, over all this ti, Fang Che clearly felt all of Ye ng’s changes in ntality, as well as... her progress.
Ye ng’s mind was ticulous, her sensitivity and understanding of the Sword Dao were extrely high; for her age, she was extrely thorough in her actions.
Even so long-standing old foxes might not have her ability.
On Fang Che’s side, being occasionally pointed out by him, she had improved rapidly in every aspect.
Though Fang Che still thought she was a bit immature, she could handle things on her own with no problem if she were on her own.
The only flaw was her vision.
But Fang Che didn’t plan to improve that for her at the mont; for now, her biggest role was to do a good job undercover by his side and transmit intelligence anyti!
Her role is even bigger than a Southeast Commander!
So Fang Che now intentionally gave her ti, urging her to enhance her strength strictly. So resources wouldn’t be stingy.
When this girl leaves his side, Dongfang Sansan will naturally arrange a position most suitable for her, and also the most suitable for herself.
A new use could start from then on, but it’s not too late.
...
The work of the day, nothing particularly interesting.
In the afternoon, back at the Guardian Hall, in the Steward Hall, everyone was a bit silent.
Many people, often intentionally or unintentionally, just glanced at those few empty tables and chairs.
They were already cleaned out, impossibly empty.
Spotless, as if no one ever worked here.
As dusk approached.
Everyone glanced back simultaneously.
Looking at the seat where Ren Chang used to sit.
Today, well, from now on, no one would step out and say ’another day has passed’.
Suddenly felt like sothing was missing.
Fang Che stood up, put on a large cloak, coughed, and said, "Another day has passed. Everyone, off duty!"
He was the first to walk out.
Everyone was stunned for a mont, then suddenly said in unison, "Another day has passed! Off duty."
They all stood up.
Zhao Ying’er, with red eyes, covered her mouth and rushed out, feeling a sudden urge to cry.
Rushed to the entrance behind Fang Che, calling out, "Steward Fang."
"Steward Zhao." Fang Che turned around and gave a gentle smile.
"In ten days, it will be Steward Ren’s birthday; he used to invite everyone for a drink on that day. On that day, I want to buy a few jars of wine to invite him to drink, will you go?"
Zhao Ying’er said in a low voice.
Fang Che was silent for a mont: "I’ll go."
Zhao Ying’er reinvigorated, said, "Then I’ll buy the wine, buy more. Then, I’ll wait for you in front of Ren Chang’s grave."
Fang Che was curious, why not depart directly from the Guardian Hall, but she wanted to go to Ren Chang’s grave first?
He just heard Zhao Ying’er say: "Since I ca, Ren Chang has always been looking after , before when I didn’t understand the duties, he was the one guiding . I want to head over early to have a word with Master Ren."
Fang Che showed an understanding smile: "Alright."
"Then... see you tomorrow."
...
Zhao Ying’er left.
Fang Che also silently returned ho.
While in the Martial Arts Academy, he didn’t feel much.
But after coming to this Guardian Hall for a while, Fang Che himself felt he had beco much more silent.
Especially after experiencing so many deaths.
It seems he was becoming more silent as well.
Looking at the stewards walking out in single file behind him, Fang Che didn’t quite understand.
Why?
Clearly, they’ve witnessed enough deaths and understand the dangers of their profession, but why isn’t everyone that proactive about improving their cultivation?
They also harbor this kind of thought that ’back ho, it’s good to rest well, enjoy life well’.
Why?
Shouldn’t they hasten in improving their cultivation to face possible crises at any ti?
Fang Che couldn’t understand this.
He was even anxious for them: Practice! Why indulge in comfort?
But what he didn’t know was that the people in the Guardian Hall couldn’t quite understand Steward Fang either.
They didn’t understand why he acted every day like he was living his last, rushing around, working, practicing, and always busy.
Clearly, the workload isn’t that heavy.
Why so frantic?
Everyone’s been practicing for so many years, that’s how their cultivation level reached this point; it isn’t sothing that happens overnight, why does this Steward Fang have so little life interest?
At least enjoy this earthly life, right?
Sotis they were even anxious for Fang Che: What’s the point of being so desperate? Is the world dood to end without you?
So, although everyone worked together.
They were from two completely different worlds!
So people are living, working, day by day.
But so are prepared to fight for their life anyti.
The two kinds of people, even their values differed.
It was destined that they couldn’t rge.
But Fang Che admired them: Even though they didn’t seem very ambitious, each one cherished life and seed afraid of problems, but at crucial monts, they were not stingy with sacrifice.
They didn’t care for their own life, their own blood.
Sotis, even more decisive than desperadoes who’ve hovered between life and death for years.
No hesitation, just sacrificed a life.
Just like Ren Chang, just like those stewards who sacrificed in recent days.
All for the uniform of the Guardian Hall.
Just for four words, sixteen characters!
Tens of thousands of lights, all are on my shoulders! Life and death of all, fall on !
They might not live as proactively as Fang Che; but when facing death, Fang Che acknowledged: Every one of them is a hero!
"Perhaps this is the worldly life..."
Fang Che walked towards the Baiyun Martial Academy, the closer he got, the more he felt that the Baiyun Martial Academy seed like another world.
Standing outside the entrance of the Baiyun Martial Academy, Fang Che suddenly found himself in a dazed state.
The thoughts he had all the way suddenly crystallized under the impact of this ’another world’ feeling from the Baiyun Martial Academy.
"Yes, we all live in the sa world, but different encounters create different worlds. And between these worlds, they aren’t compatible!"
"Relative to all their worlds, actually I, myself, am a separate world."
Fang Che suddenly felt his ntal realm elevating a step.
His divine sense suddenly surged.
The little elf of divine attribute tal, sleeping snugly within Fang Che’s warm divine sense, was suddenly awakened, clearly feeling its energy increase greatly at that mont.
The little elf was baffled.
Where did the divinity co from?
...
Fang Che reached the Dian ji Building.
The Old Man Shen’s eyes twinkled and smiled: "Today, you ca empty-handed?"
But the smile on his face showed that Fang Che coming empty-handed made him happier than if he had brought wine.
"Figured you still have a lot of stock here, so I can freeload for a while, so I ca empty-handed."
"You rascal, always so smooth-talking."
The Old Man Shen was pleased.
After chatting for a while.
Fang Che took out the Divine Crystal given by the Yin Shen Palace from his arms. At that ti, when the Yin Shen Palace acquired so many, they generously gave Fang Che a hundred pieces.
Now Fang Che took out one piece.
"Master Shen, do you think this is Divine Power Essence?" Fang Che showed an expression seeking credit.
"Divine Power Essence?"
Old Man Shen was startled, took it over to look, then felt relieved, but also beca solemn; "Where did this co from?"
"Recently on missions in the Guardian Hall, killed a few little demons and found it on one of them."
Fang Che said, "I felt the energy inside was strong, and this little demon seed to value it highly, so it should be Divine Power Essence."
Old Man Shen’s eyes ward, "Although this isn’t Divine Power Essence, it’s a Divine Crystal. It’s a companion mineral of Divine Power Essence."
"Oh?"
"Actually, this thing, like all the various Spirit Crystals we use for cultivation, is an auxiliary item for cultivation and can naturally be used for trading special items. And this Divine Crystal is the top-tier among Spirit Crystals."
Old Man Shen explained.
"So it’s not Divine Power Essence."
Fang Che was disappointed: "Is it useful for you?"
Old Man Shen said, "It’s useful. Although it can’t restore the original, this thing can help my body recover a bit. To prevent aging too quickly. But using it on would be a waste, you should use it for cultivation for a quick increase in cultivation."
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