First cos the random inspection of the Law Codes.
"Have you all read it?"
"Read it."
"Have you morized it?"
"Most of it is morized."
"The examination begins now. Those who score less than ninety will be hung up and whipped a hundred tis."
"Begin imdiately."
And so it began...
Although the Demons of the Yixin Sect have been forced to morize the Law Codes these days, who can rember everything?
Especially since they specifically choose the obscure parts for the examination... By the afternoon, all one hundred seventy-four were hung up.
They can’t defeat them in a fight: these little demons are almost all Marquises.
They dare not swear: even if they’re beheaded, it’s not much of a cri.
Thus, the demons began their brutal intensive training.
Every mont was spent morizing, training, and considering.
Because besides the Law Codes, there are also the mountains and rivers of the Southeast and even half the Continent, which roads have what gangs and forces, which places need to cross rivers, how to act according to different escorted goods, and so on...
In short, every two hours, more or less everyone was hung up and whipped once!
And it was only after sealing their cultivation!
"This is a hundred thousand tis more brutal than Lord Hou Fang’s training..."
More than a hundred people wanted to cry but had no tears.
"In five days, you must be ready to go on the road, equipped with the ability to independently carry out escort missions. If you are not qualified by then, you will all be slaughtered and replaced!"
Zheng Yunqi fiercely: "You still want to sleep? What a beautiful dream! Damn it, beat them up for ! They actually thought of sleeping!"
Suddenly, more than five hundred people pounced like wolves or tigers, thud thud thud thud...
All one hundred seventy-four wanted to die: who said they wanted to sleep? We didn’t say anything.
But you, with your talk of sleeping, pinned a cri on us...
Torturous cries echoed from the Worldwide Escort Agency, groans were unceasing, blood constantly flew, and the sound of blows continued from morning till night...
Round after round of so-called ’examinations’ were continuously being innovated and carried out...
...
Fang Che and Mu Lin Yuan enjoyed a good al at the Scholar Residence, where Ye ng personally cooked and prepared a family feast, toasting them personally.
Mu Lin Yuan was very pleased and instructed Fang Che: "In my lifeti, nothing is particularly noteworthy, except for the Bingche Spirit Platform, which is undoubtedly ranked first in the Qingxin Technique. You should later pass this Cultivation Technique to your wife as well."
"Thank you very much, Master."
Fang Che smiled brightly.
This was Mu Lin Yuan’s unique skill, and although Fang Che could have passed it on secretly, Mu Lin Yuan’s frequent visits might have made it uncomfortable if he found Ye ng had learned his unique skill without his consent.
Now that Mu Lin Yuan nodded his head in approval, everything was naturally fine.
And this ntal thod was an extrely advanced skill for Ye ng, imnsely beneficial to her undercover work.
Mu Lin Yuan drank and ate heartily and said to Fang Che as he drank, "Next, there will be a huge change... The Sect Hierarch asked to tell you that he will soon send about seven hundred escort masters to report. You will manage them as you see fit."
"I understand!" Fang Che nodded.
"Then there’s another thing."
"No matter!"
Mu Lin Yuan increased his tone: "No matter what happens, even if the sky falls, even if we all die, you must not act rashly! Understand?"
Fang Che was taken aback: "What’s happening? Why would you say such things?"
"You don’t need to know; you just need to know that you don’t need to do anything."
Mu Lin Yuan’s eyes were cold and sharp, sowhat ruthless: "Rember these words well."
"But I need to know what’s happening!"
Fang Che insisted: "Otherwise, I will definitely act rashly."
"It seems the Guardians are planning to besiege the Yixin Sect."
Mu Lin Yuan faintly smiled bitterly: "This is possibly an unprecedented crisis."
"...Such a thing is happening."
Fang Che was shocked.
"However, for now, the situation seems stable... but facing the thods of that Dongfang Strategist... it is hard to be too optimistic."
Mu Lin Yuan sighed, then smiled: "Don’t move! Don’t move! Even if we die in front of you, you cannot move!"
At the end, his voice, though low, was stern and severe.
Fang Che’s face was somber and extrely gloomy, not speaking for a long while.
"Promise!"
Mu Lin Yuan shouted fiercely.
"...Yes."
Fang Che took a deep breath: "But you must also promise , do not die. No matter what, do not die! If the situation is dire, you can co to my Worldwide Escort Agency."
"Okay."
Mu Lin Yuan agreed straightforwardly, bitterly smiling inwardly.
Don’t die? If it were possible not to die, who would be willing to?
If the situation truly becos dire, can your Worldwide Escort Agency protect anyone?
Night had fallen.
Mu Lin Yuan did not stay the night but left under the cover of darkness.
Watching the gray-robed figure disappear into the night, Fang Che was deep in thought; what is the Ninth Lord planning to do now? Now is not the ti to remove the Yixin Sect.
He pondered for a long ti, but got nowhere.
Take it one step at a ti.
Ye ng tidily cleaned the table, working quickly and efficiently.
"I will teach you the Ice Clear Spirit Platform Heart Technique."
"Alright."
That night, Fang Che quietly helped Ye ng practice, surprisingly not taking any improper actions all night.
He understood the importance of restraint; this Ice Clear Spirit Platform Heart Technique required a mind as calm as water, without emotional turbulence.
"After tonight, I will start my duty at the Guardian Hall..."
Fang Che lay in bed, his thoughts wandering.
The holidays were over.
He found himself sowhat reluctant to leave.
...
Early morning.
Fang, the Chief Steward, energetically and spiritedly arrived at the Guardian Hall, receiving a warm welco.
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