Chapter 796: Chapter 186: Dream Demon Enters God Fang (Part 2)
He wanted to say, this damn task was arranged for me by Fang Che, it was Fang Che who dragged me there... and before all this, I was even scolded by this kid...
But wisely enough, he said nothing.
He just stared wide-eyed at the Communication Jade, watching the tirade.
Across endless mountains and rivers, he could feel Dongfang Sansan’s anger swelling to an almost explosive point.
He had never seen Dongfang Sansan so furious, and for a moment, he was frightened.
My heavens...
Dongfang Sansan nearly smashed his own table, as the feeling of collapse surged, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
Just as he was about to start verbally lashing out at the Ningxue Sword again, he suddenly remembered something.
The tumult in his mind cleared in an instant.
"What is Fang Che’s cultivation level now?" he urgently asked.
Ningxue Sword was so dazed from the scolding, he instinctively replied with a single syllable: "Huh?"
"Huh what huh?"
Dongfang Sansan yelled, "What’s his cultivation level now? What grade of King level? Hurry up!"
"Sixth grade King level."
Ningxue Sword was quite confident about this.
"Sixth grade? Early stage? Middle level?"
"Middle level leaning higher. But not yet high-level!"
Ningxue Sword had no idea why Ninth Brother, who was seething with anger, suddenly asked about this?
What’s the connection between having a Dream Demon enter your mind and cultivation level?
Forget King level, even Elder level or Saint Level can’t withstand a Dream Demon’s Divine Soul.
"Middle Sixth grade King level?"
Dongfang Sansan’s expression froze for a moment, then he took a breath, relaxed, and finally squinted his eyes, a smile finally appeared—his usual ’The world in my hands, the winds at my command’ smile.
He muttered softly, "Damn! Got scared by that bastard!"
He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, confirming it wouldn’t affect his image, then composure returned in an instant.
With steady strides, he returned to his seat and even brewed himself a cup of tea first.
Gently blowing on the floating tea leaves on his cup, utterly composed.
Calm and collected, feeling at peace, he finally nonchalantly picked up the Communication Jade.
Meanwhile, Ningxue Sword was so anxious his lips were about to blister.
Ninth Brother got so angry, and he hadn’t replied for such a long time.
Could he have fainted from anger?
Or does he simply not want to deal with me anymore?
What is going on?
Ninth Brother, say something, your silence is so unsettling.
I’d rather get a thorough scolding than endure your cold shoulder, Ninth Brother!
It’s unbearably awkward...
Every second feels like a year...
After a long wait, Ningxue Sword felt like over two years had passed.
Unable to bear it, he grabbed the Communication Jade and began to apologize: "Ninth Brother, I was wrong. This thing is indeed my fault, and Fang Che was right to scold me..."
Dongfang Sansan was contemplating what to say to Ningxue Sword.
After all, this matter is delicate. Fang Che’s identity is rather sensitive, Ningxue Sword mustn’t know.
It’s not that Ningxue Sword isn’t trustworthy, but... only he and Xue Fuxiao knew, never telling anyone else.
If he told Ningxue Sword today, he might tell others tomorrow.
Yu Tianqi, Bu Chou, and even his own old man, which of these people couldn’t be trusted? But should trust mean knowing secrets? Then what’s the point of confidentiality?
In preventing small problems from growing, Dongfang Sansan always excelled.
He was just considering when Ningxue Sword sent such a phrase, making him furrow his brows, puzzled: "Fang Che scolded you? Why would Fang Che scold you?"
Whenever Dongfang Sansan calmed down, his mind was terrifyingly meticulous. For example, with this question, he instinctively played a little trick: he didn’t ask ’Fang Che dared to scold you?’ in this question.
Instead, he asked directly why Fang Che scolded him.
There’s quite a skill here. ’Fang Che dared to scold you?’ is a question that would shift Ningxue Sword’s attention to identity, and when shifted, mood may sour, altering the response.
By asking directly why he scolded him, apart from the reason, you won’t consider anything else. This is a small technique to limit the range of thought diffusion using questions.
Ningxue Sword didn’t understand these twists. Asking him to consider it may hinder his Swordsmanship.
Without thinking, he began to answer: "I sort of... he such and such... so he scolded me for that..."
Dongfang Sansan’s face turned the shade of a heavy red date.
He sensed he might have forgotten something, and as it turned out, he really had.
He had forgotten to add ’Cooperate well with the Guardian Hall after you go, rely on them to eliminate the Dream Demon’, just asked Ningxue Sword to intimidate!
As a result, this guy had been sunbathing in the sky for so many days.
Dongfang Sansan suddenly felt a surge of blood-spitting frustration.
"Can you use your brain?!"
Dongfang Sansan yelled, "Being stubborn and blaming others for scolding you!?"
"I didn’t blame him."
Ningxue Sword said, "I’ve already apologized."
"..."
Dongfang Sansan closed his eyes.
His temples started throbbing.
No, I need to calm down.
After a long while, he finally said, "Qianshan, you know if I were to die in the future, how would I die?"
Ningxue Sword surprisingly responded intelligently, "From being angered by me?"
"Smart indeed!"
Dongfang Sansan exhaled. A clear black line appeared on his forehead, damn it, and you’re being obedient!
He could fully imagine how in these times Fang Che would have been hopping mad!
Cursing the heavens in utter despair!
"Hey, just send Zhao Ying’er back."
Dongfang Sansan sighed, deciding not to discuss these thorny issues anymore. It turns out, Ningxue Sword really was just a sword.
