The soul particles and Yin Qi left in the air were all completely devoured by the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
With the nurturing of the Evil Qi from the Divine Ancient Jade, the comfort of the Divine Attribute tal, and its daily interactions with the little elf, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon has grown fast.
Now, from being a little over a foot long when it first arrived, it has grown to almost three feet.
The horn on its head is also getting longer.
However, as soon as Fang Che makes any move, Little Jiao imdiately returns.
Recently, due to the little elf getting the na ’Netherworld’, Little Jiao got a bit emotional, so Fang Che had to explain: that it’s because the elf is integrated with the spear.
"I’ll find a chance to get you one, and then you can na it," Fang Che promised.
Little Jiao’s anticipation was extre.
But after making that promise, Fang Che was also troubled.
"Where to find it?"
Every piece of Divine Attribute tal surely has a spirit living in it.
Although Little Jiao has progressed rapidly, it still wouldn’t be a match if it enters soone else’s territory.
If it dares to be reckless, it can be counter-devoured.
So it could only be postponed... Maybe in the future there will be a way?
In the next four days, Fang Che sparred with Ye ng day and night.
Fang Che began full-scale Sword Training.
Flying Sky Saber, Hen Tian Blade, Heaven Supporting Sword.
He started to vaguely modify various Blade Techniques using the Perfect Blade Form.
The powerful Hen Tian Blade and Heaven Supporting Sword beca even stronger; the less powerful Flying Sky Saber was fully enhanced.
After all, Mr. Fang of the Guardian Hall uses a sword!
This should not be mixed up.
The Blood Spirit Seven Swords and Netherworld were temporarily sealed.
They were practiced in his mind and thoughts, to be reconsidered after these tis.
Four days later.
Fang Che accompanied Ye ng to report to the Guardian Hall, preparing to set off.
Ye ng’s appearance caused a sensation.
"Mr. Fang brought his wife, how beautiful! A Heavenly Immortal..."
Everyone from the two Steward Halls rushed out to watch.
Fang Che, wearing a black deacon’s tight-fitting outfit, with a large cloak of dark gold dark patterns outside, walked with starlight shimring, only revealing the Deacon Gold Star on the collar, reflecting brightly.
With Purple Jade as a crown, Star Shining hairpin, only a strand of black hair drifting down the left.
He had a face like a jade crown, lips red and teeth white, nose like a jade pillar, eyes like stars, stepping in shiny black War Boots made from spirit beast skin. His tall stature was like a jade tree facing the wind, handso to the extre.
Ye ng was in white, her face stunningly beautiful, a slight hint of baby fat adding a touch of adorable charm. Her figure was naturally perfect, neither too full nor too thin; exquisitely balanced in every proportion; her shoulders seed carved, her waist as slender as a string; bright eyes like water, hairlike mist, white teeth and red lips, a peerless grace. She held an ethereal deanor like a Fairy walking in the sky, aura like the clouds of the Nine Heavens.
Compared to Fang Che, she was shorter by a head, yet standing beside him, they looked infinitely compatible.
One was peerless elegance, the other was otherworldly beauty.
An ideal couple made by heaven, a perfect pair made by earth.
A gentle breeze blew, making Ye ng’s white dress hems and hair drift slightly, as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal descending to the Mortal World. It seed like none of the Mortal World’s dust dared to taint her, fearing to spoil this peerless grace.
Just standing there, she gave people the feeling of being the most beautiful dream in the night, reachable yet unattainable.
Everyone in the Guardian Hall was stunned.
In this world, there was actually such a beautiful woman.
Zhao Ying’er rushed out, and upon seeing this scene, her face turned deathly pale.
Jing Xiuyun ca out to greet them, glanced at Zhao Ying’er’s face, sighed lightly in her heart, smiled, and approached, "Mr. Fang, today’s outfit is really handso... Who is this, Mr. Fang, such an extraordinary beauty not found on earth, could she be your sister?"
Fang Che gave a slight smile, looked at Ye ng with pampering eyes, and told everyone, "Let introduce you all, this is my wife, Xiao ng."
Wife!
Zhao Ying’er’s face turned so white it had lost all color.
She bit her lip hard, looking back and forth between Fang Che’s face and Ye ng.
Looking back and forth.
Ye ng vaguely felt a threat, but smiled gently and said softly, "Hello everyone."
Her cheeks reddened as she took Fang Che’s hand, holding only one finger.
In front of everyone, doing so required all of her courage.
"Good, good, nice to et you, sister-in-law," Ping Shansong called out loudly, bowing first. This King-level figure from Hanjian Mountain Sect had now beco a staunch supporter of Fang, the Chief Steward.
So staunch that he ignored right and wrong.
If Fang Che said, "The sun is really black today,"
Ping Shansong would say, "Indeed, this sun is the blackest in many years."
If Fang Che said, "Human heads are square,"
Ping Shansong would argue, "Since when are heads round? They’re all square!"
La Hong Er muttered softly, "Never seen one that’s square..."
So Ping Shansong grabbed la Hong Er and ticulously beat him for 15 minutes, noting swelling locations differently, applying uneven force, ultimately beating la Hong Er’s head into a cube before stopping.
He then exhibited it, arguing sincerely: "See, with so effort, everyone’s head can be square. If it were an enemy, I’d have used a sword to cut it square and neat."
Such staunch support!
Under Ping Shansong’s lead, the two halls simultaneously shouted, "Nice to et you, sister-in-law."
In a chaotic scene, two tears fell to the ground, and Zhao Ying’er disappeared into the crowd.
Fang Che’s expression remained unchanged.
Jing Xiuyun glanced at Fang Che, then at Ye ng, sighed. In her mind, she thought: Mr. Fang is truly ruthless.
She quickly went after Zhao Ying’er.
Fang Che’s mood was unmoved.
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