Chapter 798: Chapter 187: Fang Che’s Greatest Crisis
Dongfang Sansan still felt a bit uneasy; although he had only met Fang Che once, he understood that guy’s temper very well.
Loyalty, passion, fervor, heroism, fearlessness of sacrifice, and fearlessness of hardships.
These are all strengths.
But such a guy, to put it nicely, generally has a big heart.
Moreover, such guys usually have a common trait: carefree, heartless, and indifferent to everything.
So, it wouldn’t be surprising if he forgot anything...
"If he remembers this and takes it in time, this time the Dream Demon entering the body would be a huge opportunity for Fang Che!"
"But what if he forgets to take it? He wouldn’t forget, would he? Given Fang Che’s caution, such a mistake... should not be made... right?"
Dongfang Sansan frowned deeply.
Although he was sure in his heart that Fang Che must have taken the God Fusion Pill, he still couldn’t be at ease.
After a long time, he took out the Communication Jade, activated his Soul Power, and sent out a message.
"Siwu, come over."
The reply from the other side was almost instant: "This old guy is really something, every time I see his name, I feel like stuffing his head into his ass..."
"I’m calling you right now! Show some respect! And is that something you should say?" Dongfang Sansan was furious.
"Alright, Brother Thirteen, I’m on my way."
The person opposite was Dongfang Siwu.
Yes, Dongfang Sansan’s forty-fifth brother.
In theory, Dongfang Siwu could also be called Ninth Lord, since four plus five equals nine.
But the name Ninth Lord was taken by Dongfang Sansan, so Dongfang Siwu could only ever be Dongfang Siwu.
Before long, a thin, smoke-like figure appeared at Dongfang Sansan’s door.
When it stopped, it returned to human form, knocked on the door, and entered.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Dongfang Sansan asked, "What level has your Smoke Soul Technique reached?"
His voice was full of authority.
Dongfang Siwu sighed, "Can you stop sounding like a dad every time? I’m your brother, and you’re only ranked thirty-three. Even if those before us are gone, you’re not the eldest. Don’t talk to me like you’re a father. Our dad isn’t dead!"
Dongfang Sansan looked up with a stern gaze, quietly watching him.
He didn’t speak, just kept watching.
Dongfang Siwu slowly felt uncomfortable under his gaze, gradually straightening up from his previously lax posture until... he stood straight, properly reporting: "Reporting to Brother Thirty-Three, little brother is here. Smoke Soul Technique has reached the ninth level. Please instruct me, Brother Thirty-Three."
Dongfang Sansan still said nothing.
His gaze was cold as a knife.
Dongfang Siwu was increasingly unable to bear it, showing a pleading expression: "Brother San... brother... brother... I was wrong..."
Dongfang Sansan finally stood up, asking word by word, "Where are we?"
"Guardian Headquarters!" Dongfang Siwu became as well-behaved as a three-year-old child meeting their strict father.
"Not at home?" Dongfang Sansan asked.
"No." Dongfang Siwu was startled.
"Then act properly!"
Dongfang Sansan was furious: "Look at yourself, always so out of touch since childhood, and still like this now, totally buried in practicing this Smoke Soul Technique. Look at you now, neither human nor ghost..."
As he spoke, he walked toward Dongfang Siwu, poking him on the forehead so he staggered but stood straight again.
Then Dongfang Sansan poked him again.
Another stagger, another stand straight.
"You rascal!"
Dongfang Sansan jabbed him a dozen times, still not appeased: "So many brothers and sisters, only five of us left now, who knows how heartbroken dad is, yet you still talk about it every day?! Are you even human?! Do you have a heart?!"
Dongfang Siwu stood straight, enduring the scolding.
The people of the Dongfang Family, those still living now, every single one feared Dongfang Sansan.
Or had immense respect for him.
Without daring to disobey a bit.
If Dongfang Zhongming spoke, people present might slump to one side; but when Dongfang Sansan spoke, even their father Dongfang Zhongming would sit upright.
Involuntarily afraid of his son.
If that’s how Dongfang Zhongming felt, even more so for others.
And Dongfang Siwu, mischievous since childhood up to adulthood... ahem, even now, was always scolded by Dongfang Sansan.
When an average student has been berated by a teacher for three years, for the rest of their life, no matter when or what age they see that teacher, they will instinctively be fearful.
And Dongfang Siwu had been scolded by Dongfang Sansan for ten thousand years!
So, you can imagine how Dongfang Siwu feels when he meets Dongfang Sansan.
After a good scolding of his brother.
Dongfang Sansan began issuing orders directly: "You go to the southeast... like this, like this... do not expose yourself, do not make any decisions on your own, but make sure the experts feel your presence and feel that you are monitoring... then do this, this..."
Dongfang Siwu listened attentively.
"Understand?"
"Understood."
"Can you do it?"
"Absolutely can!"
"Go away!"
"Alright!"
Dongfang Siwu, feeling like he had received a great pardon, transformed into smoke instantly and attempted to drift out through the window.
"Use the front door! Walk out! Are you a ghost?!"
The rebuke came.
Dongfang Siwu hurriedly restored his form.
Turning around properly: "Then I’m going, brother?"
No response.
Dongfang Siwu opened the door to leave, carefully closed it behind him.
Then he immediately stood straight again, patted his chest, feeling both relieved and still a bit scared.
"Scared to death, scared to death..."
Then with a swoosh, he drifted away, instantly leaving the Guardian Headquarters. After traveling seven thousand miles, he stopped atop a deserted mountain. Turning back angrily, he cursed: "What’s your power trip about! You were just born a few years earlier! I’m not your son! The hell you scold me like that! Am I shameless or what?!"
