Chapter 359: Chapter 108: Fang Che’s Social Death, Volcanic Eruption [Ten Thousand Words]
After washing over a dozen times, he finally felt clean.
Clutching his rumbling stomach, he stumbled into the bedroom, found some clothes to change into, and used spiritual energy to vent out the air in the bedroom.
He threw out everything that could or couldn’t be contaminated, leaving only a bare bed board.
Only then did he feel a bit better, though his nose still felt like it was engulfed in stench.
"Old thief!"
Fang Che muttered angrily: "Old thief! I swear to fight you to the end!"
This is so damn shameful!
If nobody saw, then fine.
But Ye Meng just had to see, and Ye Meng is such a stunningly beautiful girl...
"I’ve completely lost face today, as if I’ve embarrassed myself right before my grandmother."
Steward Fang felt like he had died socially.
Finally, it was almost done.
He opened the door.
Ye Meng had long been waiting at the door. Seeing Fang Che dressed neatly and opening the door, there was an uncontrollable flash of amusement in her eyes, and she asked with concern, "Young Master, are you alright?..."
She said five words and, upon seeing Fang Che’s expression, the girl suddenly couldn’t help but tilt her head back: "... Hahaha..."
"..."
Fang Che’s face was like a heavy red date.
His stomach rumbled persistently, his head was dizzy, and he was so hungry that he couldn’t move.
With a dark face; "Get some food, as much as possible."
"Food?"
Ye Meng’s face changed.
She looked pale.
After what just happened to you, you’re eating now? This, this cycle is a bit too fast...
"Ugh ugh ugh..."
Ye Meng couldn’t help but cover her mouth and rush out.
"Hurry up!"
Fang Che said maliciously.
"..."
Moments later.
Fang Che, dressed in black with a white inner lining, sat in front of the dining table, devouring the food ravenously.
Like a gluttonous beast.
During the time Ye Meng was preparing food, he used spiritual energy to clean himself thoroughly once more, not only his mouth, throat, and nostrils but even his sweat pores.
He changed into new clothes again, finally feeling much better.
From afar outside came the sounds of ’ugh ugh’, that was Ye Meng dealing with the filth.
The poor little maid was covering her nose, retching while working, throwing everything far away and even finding a place to bury it.
Then sprinkled fragrance water all over the courtyard.
Every room, every corner of the courtyard.
Even the sod in some places was scraped off by Ye Meng.
A fragrance unprecedentedly filled the Scholar Residence.
Inside, Fang Che had already eaten two basins of demon beast meat infused with spiritual energy and drank a basin of porridge.
He finally felt his spirit slowly restoring.
His whole body was filled with unprecedented strength. A casual strike of his palm now held more than several times the power it had before.
"Marquis! First grade!"
It must have been the breakthrough during that earth-shattering noise.
He finally broke through to Marquis, a day Fang Che had long awaited.
He had once thought, when he broke through, he’d drink some wine alone, with Ye Meng accompanying him, enjoying life...
Now... Though Ye Meng was indeed by his side during the breakthrough, the way she accompanied seemed a bit indescribable...
Fang Che had no mood for celebration at all.
He didn’t even feel any joy or mood swing!
"I’ve broken through from Martial General to Marquis, but my heart is like dead ashes."
If people heard this, they’d probably all curse him for showing off.
But... who would have thought this was Fang Che’s genuine feeling!
From the bottom of his heart, deeply...
He sighed while eating.
Finally, he was full.
Fang Che stretched lazily.
Returned to the study, opened the secret compartment, and put all good things inside, elixir pills, Zhen shen tea, Nourishing God Pill, then put on the treasure clothes given by Chen Yin.
"This is supposedly treasure clothes... it’s just a waistcoat."
However, better than nothing.
At least it could protect his chest, back, and the dantian at his lower belly... which was quite good.
Three swords and one knife.
Seventy-two flying knives.
Fang Che just placed them there.
"During this time, I’ll first practice with the flying knives."
"For now, I won’t need them."
Putting on the steward’s clothes and wrapping himself in a large cloak, Fang Che couldn’t help but spray himself with some fragrance mist.
With a solemn expression, he walked out.
Ye Meng was working hard. Seeing Fang Che, she immediately raised her eyebrows in amusement, as if about to laugh.
Fang Che did his best to keep a stern face, scolding: "What are you laughing at!? Want to spar with me!?"
"No... no no no... not at all."
Ye Meng hurriedly scampered away.
Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief, hurried out, and ten steps out the door, he heard clear laughter ringing from the Scholar Residence.
"... Hahaha..."
Resisting the urge to go back and deal with the maid, Steward Fang left for his duty with a serious face.
Wherever he went, a trace of fragrant wind followed him.
For a long time... people passing by this road couldn’t help but sniff around.
"Huh... Is this... an oiran from one of the buildings passing through here? This scent is really... haha... I’ve got to find this, this kind of oiran... must be quite charming..."
...
Inside the Guardian Hall.
As soon as Steward Fang entered, all eyes turned to him.
So fragrant!
Instantly, everyone looked over with a bit of curiosity.
Did Steward Fang spend the night in a pile of beauty products last night?
"Tsk, tsk tsk..."
It was unclear who made the tsk tsk sound.
Fang Che glanced around, then took an arrow’s step forward, grabbed the lame Hong Er, and gave him a good beating.
Lame Hong Er was bewildered.
This time it really wasn’t me!
But... he was used to it.
He immediately adeptly crouched one hand over his head and one hand covering his crotch.
Let him be strong, the breeze brushes the hill.
Let him be fierce, the bright moon illuminates the river.
Let him be cruel and vile, I stay true with a breath of genuine energy!
Bang bang bang...
After finishing the beating.
Fang Che coughed once, putting on a solemn countenance and explained: "The maid at home was fooling around... cough, sprayed me with fragrance."
All the men revealed understanding smiles: "Got it, we understand!"
