So they could only...
By the ti the two actually got dressed and out of bed, the sky had gone dark again...
Ye ng looked exhausted, her legs trembling: "Beast..."
"Co on, let’s go out and get sothing good to eat."
Fang Che, full of energy, got up and even went to the yard to practice with Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, and Flying Knife, going through them all once. Then, he practiced the swordsmanship moves demonstrated by those young won from various Outer World Mountain Sects at the tournant, as much as he could rember, to solidify them.
He especially focused on those from the Netherworld Palace and Qingming Palace.
Even though it was just the form without the ntal thod, he still practiced with diligence.
It might co in handy one day.
Those talented disciples might not even realize that there exists such a prodigy in the world who can rember their own sword moves after just one demonstration.
Of course, Fang Che didn’t morize everything, but rembering those from the three sects was already his limit.
Netherworld Palace, Qingming Palace, Xuehua Palace; as for Baiyun Palace and Ziyi Palace, he only rembered a few moves which weren’t really useful.
After one practice, he felt his breath smooth and harmonious, his Dantian full, indescribably satisfied.
The dense fog in his Dantian was squeezed by the clouds, leaving only half; but he was already on the brink of breaking through to the Fourth Grade King level.
After the Infinite Scripture broke through the second layer, Fang Che felt an earth-shattering change in himself.
His senses beca sharper, and his mind beca clearer and more settled.
And his cultivation level rose much faster.
Even though he still didn’t know how many levels the Infinite Scripture had in total, Fang Che had this kind of open-mindedness: however many levels there are is fine!
Whether it’s a hundred or a thousand levels, it doesn’t matter.
Starting from practicing as a Samurai, in the First Level he actually persevered to the level of Second Grade Martial King.
That’s almost seventy levels of ordinary cultivation techniques on the Continent!
This breadth of advancent really left Fang Che in awe.
After breaking through, Fang Che tried, while operating within Ye ng’s body, he could already suppress the Dan Tian Spiritual Power to a certain extent.
Moreover, after leaving, he could still maintain the suppression for a while afterward.
But this period of ti wasn’t very long.
But it was enough.
Fang Che was very happy, at least, there was hope to suppress the Five Spirits Gu. Sothing that was basically impossible at the First Level before.
It’s estimated that in the Third Level... he could perfectly suppress it.
He might even help others refine the Five Spirits Gu in their bodies, which wasn’t impossible.
Ding Jie Ran’s problem seed to be solvable at a glance, but practicing himself should still be more diligent.
Looking at Ye ng beside him, Fang Che felt relieved.
Actually, dual cultivation is also practicing, not delaying, not delaying.
But since it’s cultivation, it shouldn’t be neglected either.
Ye ng was now at the Third Grade Martial Marquis. Such speed was not acceptable, he had the responsibility and duty to help her improve her cultivation level as quickly as possible.
What if she dragged her feet in the future?
Ye ng noticed his gaze, turned to look, and saw a wolf-like, tiger-like gaze. She imdiately tensed all over, shivered, and quickly turned her head away.
Suddenly feeling sore and aching all over again...
After dinner, Fang Che very considerately accompanied Ye ng shopping, and they even ran into a few senior sisters from Baiyun Martial Academy. Seeing Fang Xiaohua shopping with a woman, they all gathered around and chattered.
Then Mr. Fang beca a man shopping with a group of won.
While shopping, they ran into a few street patrol subordinates from Guardian Hall; hence Mr. Fang’s entourage expanded again into a mixed party of n and won shopping together.
Wherever they went, a mighty group followed.
They kept shopping until the moon and stars were sparse, only then did they part ways.
A rare relaxing outing.
Ye ng was very happy, her mood particularly high-flying.
Returning to the room with the purchases in her arms, she tidied up and tried on each item.
Fang Che then went to the backyard to practice again, tirelessly rehearsing Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, and Flying Knife over and over.
When it ca to the sword, Fang Che was a bit troubled.
The spear is nad Netherworld.
The saber is nad Nether Lord.
What should the sword be called?
And what’s amazing is, the materials of the Sword and weapons are similar, all possessing that kind of ’Underworld’ aura; and like the spear, they carry Evil Qi, making them even more formidable.
Leaving Fang Che lost in these ghostly weapon nas, unable to extricate himself from the strange loop.
"A sword is a gentleman among weapons, a gentleman naturally is an emperor, so the sword, let’s call it Nether Emperor!"
Nether Emperor.
The na was set.
Now Fang Che’s Sword, Spear, Saber all had nas.
Netherworld, Nether Lord, Nether Emperor.
Great.
Mr. Fang carried his Sword, Spear, Saber out the door, feeling like he had a myriad of ghosts accompanying him.
Leading a mighty entourage...
"How many people must be killed to live up to these three nas..."
Mr. Fang fell into contemplation.
As midnight approached, he wiped his sweat, put down his weapons, and went to take a bath, the sound of water splashing...
Ye ng heard the sound of bathing, was startled, imdiately got into bed with a start, pulled the quilt over herself, closed her eyes, and let out a faint snoring sound.
Indicating: I’m already asleep, don’t disturb .
Fang Che ca in after his bath, hearing the faint snoring, seemingly sleeping soundly.
Couldn’t help but chuckle: "Seems really tired, surprisingly already asleep."
So he went to bed and lay down, muttering: "That’s not right, this girl doesn’t snore, how co she is snoring today?"
Ye ng, with her eyes closed, her expression still, subtly quieted her snores.
"So you weren’t asleep..." Fang Che turned over.
"Spare ... tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow we’re going back to Bibo City... mm-mm... beast..."
...
Early the next morning.
Fang Che carried his saber and had a sword strapped to his back, all other items stored in the basent of Scholar Residence.
Riding a pair of splendid horses, one black and one white, he and Ye ng set out from Scholar Residence, embarking on the journey ho. Little did he know, Fang Qingyun was a hundred miles ahead on the sa path, also on his way ho.
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