Chapter 360: Chapter 108: Fang Che’s Social Death, Volcanic Eruption [Ten Thousand Words]
But Jing Xiuyun and the other women were more attentive and leaned in to smell, saying, "This really isn’t the scent of perfume, nor a mix of used perfume, and definitely not body fragrance... but this scent is quite nice."
Jing Xiuyun asked, "Steward Fang, where did you buy this fragrant mist from? I’ll buy a few boxes another day too."
Other Female Stewards: "Yes, yes, I’ll buy a few boxes as well."
Fang Che was stiff-faced: "..."
...
After patrolling half the city, Tang Zheng found out that Steward Fang was still full of evil qi.
Clearly, he hadn’t killed anyone today...
Why is the evil qi so heavy?
Looking at Steward Fang’s stance, it seemed as if he wanted to trouble whoever he saw.
Tang Zheng wisely kept his mouth shut.
Not a word spoken. Because he could feel the strong malice in Steward Fang’s gaze sweeping over him from time to time, clearly wanting to find an excuse to beat him up...
Patrolling the streets for a day.
Steward Fang couldn’t find anywhere to vent his anger.
Frustrated in his heart, it seemed like this matter would require going to the sub branch, where more targets were available for a good release.
As he thought about this, he headed towards the Guardian Hall to report back.
Just at that moment, there was a loud rumbling sound, as if the entire continent was shaking, like the whole land was turning over.
Fang Che stumbled, staggered.
While Tang Zheng beside him had already fallen to the ground on his butt.
Some old and poorly maintained houses actually collapsed after the shock!
Dust and smoke rose throughout Baiyun State.
Shouts of surprise and screams rose one after another.
In an instant, the whole city was in chaos.
Fang Che was shocked and unsure, recalling the commotion from the recent battle between Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao, he thought to himself, "Could it be another deadly showdown between peak experts?"
But he immediately dismissed the idea.
Because he had already seen.
Right in the south.
The sky seemed to darken. As if there were demons and ghosts, black clouds were billowing upwards.
Fang Che let out a clear whistle, his body suddenly shot up, leaping tens of feet high, then paused in the air, took a breath, and soared another tens of feet, looking out over the distance.
He saw that far away, for some unknown reason, the world was dark, as if thick smoke was rolling up into the sky.
But the distance was too great, so he couldn’t see clearly.
Then he kept hearing the continuous rumbling of the earth’s core. The dark thick smoke was getting thicker, expanding faster.
There was no need to investigate.
Fang Che already knew what was happening.
He quietly descended, sighing heavily in his heart.
It looked like... it must be a volcanic eruption.
Fang Che was inexplicably puzzled.
There had just been a snowstorm here.
The mountains over there should still be covered in ice and snow, without any signs, and Baiyun State was never known to have a volcano.
What’s going on?
But a volcanic eruption means disaster for the ordinary people!
At the very least, an area hundreds of miles around might become uninhabitable.
...
Guardian Headquarters.
Ningxue Sword was receiving an unexpected visitor.
"Why are you here?" Ningxue Sword never imagined that this person, as cold as ice and as hard as stone, would come looking for him.
"I’ve come to discuss something with you." Standing opposite was a man in white robes.
It was the very same man in white who had argued with Fang Che on the street that day.
With a thin and handsome face, elegantly detached.
"What is it?"
Ningxue Sword said, "Brother Gu, just say it. If I can help, I surely will."
The sect behind this man was a major superpower, though neutral, neither leaning towards the Wei Wo Zheng Sect nor the Guardians, staying out of worldly disputes.
However, Ningxue Sword was also willing to form a good relationship. If there truly was a matter, lending a hand was no trouble. If the Wei Wo Zheng Sect were to win them over, it would add too many powerful foes.
"The disciples of our mountain gate wish to go out for training."
The man in white was silent for a moment, then said, "Can you make arrangements?"
Ningxue Sword waved his hand generously and said, "What’s the trouble? How many people in total? I’ll make the arrangements."
"More than seventeen thousand five hundred people."
The man in white said.
"No problem!"
Ningxue Sword waved his hand boldly, agreeing in one go: "It’s just seventeen thousand... Holy crap! How many people did you say?!"
Ningxue Sword suddenly stood up, staring round-eyed.
He had initially thought it was a hundred seventy people... How could it be that many?
Every time your sect comes out, isn’t it usually a hundred or two? Sometimes even just a few dozen. Why this time... so many?
"Seventeen thousand five hundred plus. Is there a problem?"
The man in white said.
It was indeed a big problem.
Ningxue Sword smiled bitterly. Although he held a high position, asking him to arrange seventeen thousand five hundred all at once... was looking a bit too highly of him.
"What’s their level of cultivation?"
"Fifth generation disciples going out at the same time. Five at the Saint Level, two hundred at the Venerable Level, one thousand five hundred at the Monarch Level, five thousand at the Emperor Level, eight thousand at the King Level, and the rest are Marquis. Those with too low cultivation, below Marquis, aren’t coming out."
The man in white said, "Besides, there’s an Elder level elder leading the group."
"Cough cough cough..."
The more Ningxue Sword listened, the wider his eyes became, almost popping out: "This... wha... my god... are you thinking of handing all of them over to our Guardians?"
"That’s right."
The man in white said calmly.
"...I can’t make that decision, come on, I’ll take you to see Ninth Brother."
Ningxue Sword suddenly became excited.
What a great force this is!
Seventeen thousand something, with the lowest cultivation being Marquis! Oh my... Is it possible to be this fortunate?
The Communication Jade had already been shaking frantically.
