...
That night.
Fang Che secretly went to the Baiyun Martial Academy.
"Instructor Li, there is sothing I need to entrust to you secretly."
"Fang Che? What is it?"
Fang Che was silent for a mont, then took out a stack of silver notes from his bosom, saying: "These are two million taels worth of silver notes. I hope that a few instructors could provide disaster relief for the victims in the na of Baiyun Martial Academy."
Li Changkong silently took them and said, "Alright. This money is what I, Li Changkong, am arranging to raise."
Fang Che felt a shock in his heart.
Li Changkong did not ask why not use your own na for such a thing.
Instead, he directly agreed, even pushing Fang Che out of the picture.
He looked up at Li Changkong.
He saw Li Changkong’s eyes filled with extrely complex expressions, including comfort, heartache... perhaps other emotions as well.
But Fang Che didn’t look for long and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Instructor Li."
Li Changkong nodded heavily, patting his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Be careful! Take care of yourself!"
Fang Che nodded in silence: "I’m going."
"Alright."
Watching Fang Che’s figure disappear into the night, Li Changkong’s gaze was distant as he looked at the night sky.
The clear, tranquil, deep night sky had gradually been sared by volcanic ash.
Stained with a layer of filth.
Li Changkong let out a long sigh.
Looking at the thick stack of large silver notes in his hand, he suddenly felt that his heart had grown much heavier.
...
"I’m going too."
Ye ng demanded with her cheeks puffed out.
"You cannot go."
Fang Che said without a hint of rcy: "What can a little girl like you do? Stay at ho!"
Ye ng snorted, saying: "Stay at ho for what? To wash your bedding?"
Fang Che’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.
This girl, it seems like a beating is inevitable.
He grabbed her over, pressed her onto his knee, raised his palm, and it landed with a slap on her raised bottom!
Then...
Smack, smack, smack...
Ye ng scread with sha and anger, but she couldn’t break free, her strength was completely suppressed by Fang Che.
He gave her a good beating.
Thrown onto the bed, Fang Che was refreshed: "If you still don’t listen, I’ll beat you again!"
Ye ng lay face down on the bed, covering her face, both ashad and angry.
Yet she was contemplating.
If I don’t follow, what about getting so intelligence?
Little did she know Fang Che was thinking the sa: If you go, who will help keep an eye on the sub-branch?
He left the Golden Horned Flood Dragon behind this ti to monitor the sub-branch day and night. Any news had to be imdiately notified to Ye ng.
This big bomb, Fang Che had to keep a close watch on it.
Even a slight relaxation might lead to a major incident.
Four or five hundred Demons gathered...
...
Next day.
Four hundred people lined up in the Guardian Hall, Zuo Guanglie, Jing Xiuyun, and la Hong Er were all prominently present!
Song Yidao was giving a speech.
"Over there, not only are there victims, but also the Demon Sect, and the environnt. Everyone, let’s not speak of anything else."
Song Yidao patted his chest: "But once we wear this uniform, we’re duty-bound. I can only wish all of you brothers a safe return soon!"
"Roar!"
"Lastly, make sure the disaster relief supplies and various Elixir Pills you carry are complete as possible!"
"Yes!"
"Less talk, disaster waits for no one, move out!"
At the command, War Hall Master Yuan Jingjiang led the team, four hundred people instantaneously transford into a black arrow. They rushed out of the Guardian Hall, soaring through the air.
Rushing southward, that side... was already pitch black.
...
Thick smoke billowed, completely turning the southern sky into ink black.
As they traveled quickly, everyone was moving at astounding speeds.
Halfway there, it suddenly began to rain.
The rain hitting the body felt normal, but when it fell on their hands, they discovered the rain was... actually black!
On pale skin, it was like droplets of low-purity ink.
Traveling at full speed, within two hours, they were far away from Baiyun State.
Along the way, they encountered wave after wave of raggedly dressed disaster victims, each one expressionless, their eyes vacant, only relying on their desire to ’live’, supporting each other and moving towards Baiyun State.
Nurous families in the procession were supporting each other forward. The sound of crying filled the air.
Although everyone was rushing past, each felt as if their heart was weighed down with lead.
These victims... for the most part, are entirely innocent, living rather ordinary lives, not necessarily rich, but at least their families are together, small savings, living in harmony.
The result was an abrupt volcanic eruption.
Their hos were imdiately gone, worse if family mbers were caught in the explosion, dead.
Just died, not knowing why to the very end.
They didn’t even know the culprit, all they knew was the volcano.
That it was God who was angry.
But they didn’t know, such a calamity was actually orchestrated by the Demon!
"Wei Wo Zheng Sect!"
Leading the team, Yuan Jingjiang felt as if his chest would explode! With eyes bulging in anger, he cursed: "Damned you, you really aren’t human! Not human at all!"
Proceeding further ahead.
Gradually feeling, the further they went, the hotter the weather got.
It’s still early spring now, quite cold.
But... reaching here, the sensation of heat was palpable.
Going several hundred miles forward, it felt hotter than midsumr, the temperature roasting them, even as Martial Artists with high cultivation, they felt mildly uncomfortable. It was a testant to how tough it must be for ordinary people.
Along the roadside below, corpses lay scattered, becoming denser as they moved forward, from occasional to almost continuous.
But Fang Che and others glanced past without stopping.
These corpses, ordinary rescue teams could manage to deal with and bury, it would be a waste to spend ti here.
They had to reach the front lines as quickly as possible.
Only then did they see the first volcano clearly from afar.
Still spewing thick smoke, the massive vent sending columns straight up to the sky, forming a giant mushroom shape at high altitude, spreading to all directions.
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