Chapter 791: Chapter 185: Oh No!
The Ningxue Sword was astonished.
Although Ninth Brother was wise and resourceful, he could never foretell the future. What happened today?
Soon, Dongfang Sansan’s message arrived: "Keep this matter confidential. Deliver the person to me within two days."
The Ningxue Sword understood intuitively: "I understand."
Matters that Ninth Brother deems confidential must be significant. Not a single word about this can leak out.
Then came another message from Dongfang Sansan: "How could such casualties occur with you in Baiyun State?"
"I..."
The Ningxue Sword suddenly sensed trouble; Fang Che’s offense could be overlooked magnanimously, but why did it feel like a more severe reprimand was looming?
"...I was a bit negligent," the Ningxue Sword cautiously replied.
"A bit negligent?"
Dongfang Sansan frowned, his face growing grim, but realizing it was not the time for scolding,
took a deep breath and said, "We’ll talk after you bring the person."
The communication ended.
But the Ningxue Sword’s heart turned cold.
It’s over.
This time it’s probably over. After returning, a scolding is unavoidable. Though not a single insult was uttered now, the Ningxue Sword knew Dongfang Sansan’s temper.
Being scold-free now can only mean the scolding will be harsher later.
"Dead, dead, dead..."
On the other side.
Dongfang Sansan’s expression was a mix of grief and empathy: "How has this girl become so plagued with disasters? The mission hasn’t even started, and she’s nearly died twice already. That’s too fast."
"Fang Che, for those around you, you are truly a harbinger of calamity..."
He then opened the Communication Jade, found someone and sent a message: "Is Ying’er’s death and the matter of her Primordial Soul and needed herbs all prepared?"
The other side was shocked: "What’s going on? How did it happen again so fast? Wasn’t she just sent back?"
"Some unexpected incident, I guess." Dongfang Sansan was also speechless.
A message came from the other side: "She’s dying so quickly again and again; have you placed her next to a jinx?"
"Stop the nonsense. Are you ready?"
"Ready."
"Deliver in two days. How long will it take this time?"
"At least half a year; seems her cultivation is too low."
"Didn’t I say you’re unreliable?"
Dongfang Sansan was furious: "You could have at least given her an Emperor Level or Monarch Level, what use is a General Level?"
"At that point, it could only be General Level; how can the Primordial Soul be enhanced without unsealing it? Alright, send her over quickly."
"On it!"
"After this recovery, she should be able to advance significantly. But where do you plan to send her again? Ninth Brother, you can only use this girl nine times, and she’s already been used twice. Isn’t it a waste?"
The person on the other side was clearly conflicted.
"It’s not a waste. I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry about it. Next time, ensure this doesn’t happen again."
Dongfang Sansan set down the Communication Jade and took a breath.
He then furrowed his brow and sighed. The expression was as conflicted as could be.
This expression had appeared almost nowhere else, not even when the continent was near extinction, nor when the Wei Wo Zheng Sect was at its peak.
But this guy on the other side always brought up issues with huge loopholes.
Moreover, it couldn’t be controlled, predicted, or reasoned out, which was the most frustrating.
"When can I rely on any of you!"
Dongfang Sansan rubbed his temples, realizing how everyone around him seemed to be such half-plated specimens—Xue Fuxiao being foolish, the Ningxue Sword inattentive, Yu Tianqi stubborn, his own father reckless, and those old folks, all similarly simple-minded and strong-limbed.
"Finally, there’s Fang Che, who has some brains but either is self-destructing or on the way to self-destruct... Others are constantly thinking about how to survive, while he’s constantly ready to martyr himself..."
Dongfang Sansan sat on a chair, somewhat worried.
Regarding the Guardian Hall event Fang Che orchestrated a few days ago, Dongfang Sansan didn’t take it seriously. As an insider would, it’s too normal; spending money to gain public favor is perfectly sensible. Yan Nan over there would understand too...
He pressed the bell.
Someone came in: "Ninth Lord."
"What about Mo Gan Yun and the others?"
"They’ve stabilized. The purple has dissipated, and except during intense battle, when their pupils turn purple, there’s no longer any sign."
"Send them to the Jibei trials, temper them in the ice and snow, and they are not to return until reaching the Venerable Level. They will deal with the Ice Demon Sect, Snow Demon Sect, and Ice Demon Jibei there."
"Yes."
"After reaching there, do not separate the four of them."
"Yes."
"Is there anything else?"
"Guardian Yang’s submitted materials just arrived. Also, the Southeast Headquarters’ proposed promotion and merit lists also came."
"Let me see."
Dongfang Sansan opened and glanced at both sets of intelligence, slightly frowning.
Pointing to the Southeast Headquarters’ promotion list, he said: "This Zhao Shanhe is utterly reckless; Fang Che indeed made contributions, and not small ones, but the suspicions around him still aren’t cleared. What can be discerned in just a few days? Must we rush to promote him? Put it on hold for now. Adjustments can be made after this affair is over."
"Yes."
"Respond to the Southeast Headquarters, instructing them not to act on their own!"
"Yes."
The person exited.
Dongfang Sansan then picked up the materials and reviewed them repeatedly.
"What a rough job!"
He murmured.
...
Baiyun State.
Fang Che and the group collectively brightened up!
Zhao Ying’er indeed hadn’t died!
Under the Ningxue Sword’s protection, they gradually noticed something unusual: being dead for such a long time, there should have been some stiffness.
