Chapter 1285: Chapter 46: God Has Arrived! [2-in-1] (Part 2)
Increasingly beyond human cognition.
"At that moment when Fang Qingtian gave the order, the red cloth covered the top, the red flowers paved the way, ten miles of incense candles, sky-burning fire, sending the fragrant souls away. When the sky-burning fire ignited, strange things occurred. In the smoke of the sky-burning fire, suddenly there were flashes of multicolored light, countless beautiful women appeared in the glow, bowing respectfully towards Fang Qingtian..."
"The smoke rose to the sky, densely packed above, all were ghostly winds and gloomy fog; yet, those countless women’s souls were safe and sound in the sky-burning fire, under the escort of the multicolored glow, rushing straight to the Nine Heavens, disappearing after a long time..."
"It is said that the place where the Beauty Tomb exists was originally desolate, with no vegetation; but, ever since the Beauty Tomb appeared, after that great fire, the scorched earth unexpectedly grew full of small flowers."
"Fragile against the wind, yet steadfastly swaying within the breeze, whenever Fang Qingtian passes by, all the small flowers bow simultaneously, expressing gratitude..."
"...Besides, on the day the wicked were beheaded, the skies were covered in dark clouds, you all remember that day’s strong wind, right? Many ladies’ clothes were blown away... Do you remember? It was at that moment, right when those evil ones were executed!"
"It’s said that on that day, clouds of sorrow and wretched fog enveloped the air above Guardian Southeast Headquarters’ square, countless women’s ghostly souls, summoned by Fang Qingtian, came riding the ghost mist and quietly watched the evil ones receive their judgment..."
"On that day, it was said, the sounds of countless women’s sorrowful cries echoed from heaven to earth... until Fang Qingtian said: Today, give you fairness, return your validation... right after those words, sword lights flashed, heads fell."
"Suddenly, the wind was calm and the sky was clear, not a trace of wind remained. Do you remember that day? Have you experienced it firsthand?"
"As the saying goes, goodness begets goodness, evil reaps evil, it’s not that it won’t come, it’s just that Fang Qingtian hadn’t arrived!"
"..."
These stories have long become entirely different, circulating within the brothel.
And Fang Che, through repeated embellishments, has already been mythologized!
Some prostitutes even removed all statues of gods, replacing them with portraits of Fang Qingtian, lighting three incense sticks morning and night, offering reverent worship. Utterly devout!
Now, this mythical figure has unexpectedly arrived at the brothel!
The women went crazy immediately!
They surged forward continuously, eager just to glimpse the god in their hearts.
Many women skilled in painting were even more proactive!
They strained to rush forward, wanting to see what the god in their hearts looked like, to draw and frame him for offering.
After all, it was only hearsay, only knowing Fang Qingtian was handsome like a Heavenly God, but no one had seen his true appearance.
Under the gaze of the entire brothel filled with lovely eyes, they saw Fang Che.
They saw the god in their hearts.
He wore a sharply fitting uniform, donned a black large cloak, with a collar and cuffs gleaming with golden stars.
The black cloak’s dark golden flower patterns, as he moved, glittered subtly like a galaxy.
Tall and straight beyond imagination, his handsome visage exceeded the bounds of dreamy beauty.
Just standing there, he embodied serene grandeur, like a majestic god descending to the Mortal World.
His gaze was as cold yet as compassionate as in their imagination.
His momentum, like waves, spread outward, undulating everywhere.
The rumors proved true, Fang Qingtian, as he moved, was indeed accompanied by ten thousand ghostly spirits!
The women’s eyes sparkled, little stars bloomed, and their jade hands clutched tightly in excitement.
They dared not breathe, staring wide-eyed.
Beside Fang Qingtian were his several brothers, also members of the Life and Death Patrol Group.
They were just as young, handsome, elegant, and remarkable!
Each was more majestic than imagined Heavenly Gods!
They must be Fang Qingtian’s Guardian God Generals...
Under the watchful eyes.
Fang Che stood tall, hand resting on his sword hilt, sternly awaiting the arrival of Ma Pian from the brothel.
Knowing his own rumors within the brothel, having come this time, he displayed a firm demeanor, providing these brothel women with some reassurance.
He couldn’t uproot the brothel.
Surely, there must be many pitiable people within.
Such brothels, forcing good people into prostitution, undoubtedly weren’t rare.
Yet... They were too immense, an enterprise spanning the entire continent, beyond Fang Che’s control.
But merely demonstrating a stance was enough to fulfill his intentions. He wouldn’t hesitate to show more.
Making those who force others into prostitution to restrain a bit.
Giving the girls within the brothel, whether pitiful or self-indulging... something to aspire to.
It was at least better than nothing.
Under the watchful eyes.
A group hurriedly rushed forward, led by a long-faced man, the legendary brothel’s deputy, Ma Yidao.
Bringing all the brothel executives, they jogged to Fang Che’s front, respectfully bowing.
"Unaware of Captain Fang’s presence, failing to welcome from afar, so disrespectful, begging Captain Fang’s forgiveness!"
Fang Che’s aura steadily rose, his cloak moved without wind.
Sternness was palpable, spreading around.
All women watched intently, breath paused.
"Are you Ma Yidao?"
Fang Che asked casually.
"Yes, yes, I am Ma Ming, with a knife scar on my face, thus I’m nicknamed Ma Yidao."
"This entire brothel is under your management?"
"Yes!"
Fang Che coldly said: "It is said that this Qianxiang Road Brothel has a Manager Niu?"
Upon these words, many girls were stunned momentarily. Soon, their eyes showed anticipation.
