She smiled and explained, "It ans a man like scum. This sister following you, truly has bad luck."
Ye ng looked up and frowned, about to speak.
How could Fang Che let Ye ng step in personally? I’m the man, and with a man here, naturally, he should carry everything for his wife.
So he smiled nonchalantly, "Miss Jiang is quite right. The term ’scumbag’ is indeed fitting. However, rest assured, Miss Jiang, about one thing."
"What is it?" Jiang Bixiao asked.
"I, Fang Che, although a scumbag, only target beautiful won. I wouldn’t focus on Miss Jiang."
Fang Che smiled.
Jiang Bixiao’s phoenix eyes were filled with hostility, with threads of evil qi seeping out, she said lightly, "With Mr. Fang’s energy, regardless of being a scumbag or not, this is probably the only ti in your life you’ll speak to the Young Palace Master."
"Oh really, hahaha..." Fang Che laughed loudly.
Jiang Bixiao snorted coldly and turned away.
Next, the young disciples of the Heavenly Palace ca forward to register. Fang Che keenly noticed one thing: that is, the attitude of these Heavenly Palace disciples toward him was far from friendly.
Almost every single one looked at him with a face full of disdain and contempt.
As registration was nearing completion, Dongyun Yu couldn’t hold back any longer and asked, "Why do all of you look down on Fang Che so much? What did Fang Che do to you? Slept with your sisters and didn’t take responsibility?"
The crowd from the Heavenly Palace glared angrily.
Fang Che angrily said, "What nonsense are you spouting! Such reckless talk, doesn’t that offend people?"
The Heavenly Palace disciples imdiately relaxed their expressions, thinking Fang Che still had so sense.
Only to hear Fang Che say to Dongyun Yu, "Honestly, what kind of taste do you have? I wouldn’t even, if I didn’t want to take responsibility... but for this, I can’t even do it."
The Heavenly Palace crowd imdiately turned with glaring eyes.
Fang Che smiled and explained, "Don’t mind, I’m just saying there’s no chance. In fact, I still hope everyone can give a chance to ss around."
The Heavenly Palace crowd snorted coldly and flew back lightly.
Many resolved in their hearts to find an opportunity to trouble these two again in the future.
One is foul-mouthed.
The other... even more foul-mouthed!
Just as the Heavenly Palace people left, a team of black-clothed people orderly landed.
"Underworld here to register!"
A sinister voice said.
A chilling ghost qi suddenly spread.
Fang Che’s heart stirred; this chilling ghost qi felt sowhat familiar to him.
He couldn’t help but recall that night, that letter.
Warning him not to interact with Netherworld Palace’s Lan Xinxue, that letter.
Couldn’t help but turn over several thoughts in his mind, Underworld? Netherworld Palace?
The nas Underworld and Netherworld... are quite similar.
Could it be that this Underworld has sothing to do with the Netherworld Palace?
How far is my guess from the truth?
Do the high-ranking Guardians know about this?
Anyone who warns not to approach the Netherworld Palace Saintess surely isn’t an ordinary person.
The two leading Underworld figures, both in black, masks casting a forest-like appearance upon their faces.
"I am King Qinguang."
"I am King Chu Jiang."
Next ca the six elders of the Underworld.
Among them was an elder who was surprisingly an acquaintance; during registration, Fang Che nearly burst into laughter.
"The Eleventh Elder of the Underworld, Mu Cangyun."
That ssenger from the other night.
And when Mu Cangyun registered, he specifically lifted his head and glanced at Fang Che, his eyes full of warning: "Mr. Fang, we et again."
Fang Che smiled, "Nice to et you."
Then a black-clothed young man with a handso face but exuding a sinister aura slowly stepped forward.
"Deacon Fang, I am the Saint Heir of the Underworld, Yin Yunxiao!"
Yin Yunxiao, the na signed on that letter.
Fang Che displayed a warm smile, cordially saying, "I’ve heard so much about you!"
Yin Yunxiao’s face was shrouded in ghost qi, which slowly dissipated, revealing his face again, he said lightly, "Mr. Fang is a wise man."
"You’re too kind."
Yin Yunxiao nodded and drifted away soundlessly.
Fang Che’s face showed a faint smile.
Next, the people from the Netherworld Palace ca to register.
After several leading elders completed the registration...
"Hello Brother Fang, hello sister-in-law!"
Lan Xinxue was dressed in white, elegant and otherworldly, her smile sweet and pure, like a spotless lotus, with an ethereal aura that made her seem more like a celestial being than even those from the Heavenly Palace.
"So it’s Junior Sister Lan. We et again." Ye ng smiled. As he lowered his head to register, a hint of wariness flashed deep in his eyes, disappearing instantly.
Lan Xinxue laughed happily, looking at Fang Che’s face, she asked with concern, "Brother Fang, how is your health? I heard you were injured when I first arrived, and they stopped from visiting you..."
Fang Che’s smile beca all the more amicable and refined: "Junior Sister Lan, you are indeed thoughtful. It’s just a small injury... haha, Junior Sister Lan, you can co anyti, even stay at my place, it’s no problem."
"Really?" Lan Xinxue was overjoyed.
"Of course, it’s true."
Fang Che smiled and said, "My ho is quite spacious, only my wife and I live there, it’s inevitably empty. It would be a great thing if Junior Sister Lan could co, our welco would fall short."
The phrase ’our ho is quite spacious’ made Lan Xinxue blush, and she lowered her head shyly, saying, "Then I’ll co to play with Brother Fang whenever I’m free."
"Always welco."
Fang Che blinked and said, "Just treat my house as your own ho, Junior Sister."
"Oh dear, Brother Fang, what are you saying..."
Lan Xinxue was embarrassed.
"Junior Sister, don’t overthink it... I’m very welcoming to you. After all, Junior Sister, you are beautiful and talented, what man under heaven wouldn’t welco you?"
Fang Che’s smile beca even softer.
Lan Xinxue blushed, finished registering, and ran off with a twist: "Brother Fang, you said it!"
"Always at your service."
Fang Che laughed heartily.
Upstairs.
Just returning to the eighth floor, Yin Yunxiao’s face was so gloomy it could almost drip water.
With so many female disciples registering earlier, although Fang Che always had a smiling face, he had never been so enthusiastic.
Yet, when facing Lan Xinxue, whom he had specifically been warned not to contact, he suddenly transford into a warm gentleman, inquiring tenderly and with every word carrying ambiguity and filled with hints.
He exhibited a great fondness, even coveting Lan Xinxue.
"Fang Che is deliberately giving a hard ti!"
Yin Yunxiao slapped the table in anger: "Bastard! How dare he? Does he actually think he can compete with for a woman? On what grounds?"
Mu Cangyun said from the side: "Don’t be impatient, Young Master. It’s clear that Fang Che is trying to provoke you. Don’t fall for his trick."
"It’s an absolute outrage! Deliberately teasing my woman in front of !"
Yin Yunxiao only felt every fiber of his being about to burst.
He was furious.
"I must kill Fang Che! Kill him!"
King Qinguang said calmly, "Keep calm."
Upon hearing that, Yin Yunxiao fell silent, but fury still raged in his eyes, his body enveloped in murderous aura.
"This sudden gathering arranged by the Heavenly Palace involves the Yin Yang Realm."
King Chu Jiang spoke slowly: "The Yin Yang Realm is a place of great opportunity, but it is also fraught with danger. The Heavenly Palace can never handle it alone, as they only hold the aura of the Heavenly Palace, lacking in ghostly aura, worldly aura, and certainly not in evil or demonic aura... So generally, everyone must enter together during such tis."
"If you really want revenge, you can drag Fang Che into it. If Fang Che dies there, silently and quietly, even Dongfang Sansan and the others can say nothing."
King Chu Jiang smiled faintly: "Don’t talk about killing casually."
Yin Yunxiao respectfully bowed: "Yes, Martial Uncle."
...
After registering, the people from the Netherworld Palace entered their private room.
The leading elder turned to look at Lan Xinxue: "Co with ."
"Yes."
The two entered a small room, activating a soundproof barrier, the elder’s expression grew more serious: "What do you intend?"
"The disciple does not understand Elder Qin’s aning." Lan Xinxue lowered her eyes.
"Hmph, during the grand competition, your attitude towards Fang Che was unusual."
Elder Qin grunted angrily, "With the temperant of the Netherworld Saintess Lan Xinxue, how could you be a woman who loses her head at first sight? Initially, I just had suspicions, but this ti... you acted similarly again."
Lan Xinxue smiled faintly: "The elder says whatever they want."
"Do you plan to use Fang Che, using the Guardian, to deal with Yin Yunxiao? Or do you have other intentions?" Elder Qin asked intently.
"The disciple has never had such intentions."
"Then what do you an?"
"It feels that as a woman who encounters an outstanding man, naturally there will be affection—a human instinct, unconnected to any sches. Fang Che is excellent, and it doesn’t seem significant for a disciple to like a man."
Lan Xinxue said calmly.
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