Chapter 817: Chapter 191: That Year, That Night, That Storm, That Man
Xue Fuxiao finally returned hand in hand with Yu Tianqi, dragging Ningxue Sword to discuss the next plan with Dongfang Sansan.
But Ningxue Sword absolutely refused to go.
Shaking his head like a rattle: "No no no... I’m not going, you guys go ahead."
Xue Fuxiao was stunned: "What’s up with you? Are you afraid your Ninth Brother will eat you?"
"I wasn’t afraid before."
Ningxue Sword replied.
"And now?"
"Now it’s not about being afraid."
Ningxue Sword said with a bitter face: "He really could eat me! And tear me apart alive while doing it."
Xue Fuxiao was shocked: "What did you do to him? This has to be your fault! You wretched fool, you must have caused some trouble!"
Xue Fuxiao was certain. Thus, he looked at Ningxue Sword with some hostility: Does this wretched fool need a beating? Has he gotten a bit too full of himself recently?
"I... I... how would I know what I did to him?"
Ningxue Sword’s face had already turned into a bitter melon.
Xue Fuxiao went and then came out with orders.
"Instructed Rui Qianshan to spar with Yu Tianqi three hundred times within five days, recover his strength as soon as possible, and adapt to the combat rhythm."
Yu Tianqi was very excited: "The Ninth Lord knows me too well! Rui Qianshan is just the right strength. Once I recover, I’ll be ready to take him on!"
But for Ningxue Sword, this order was simply the peak of absurdity.
It clearly meant I was going to get beaten up three hundred times, okay!
The Soul Extinguishing Axe is so heavy, I’m just a light and agile sword, and I can’t even use a killing move!
Isn’t this deliberately making things difficult?
But there’s no room for negotiation with this order.
Obviously, Dongfang Sansan had made up his mind and wasn’t changing it.
Because: "Xue Fuxiao will supervise!"
Alright then, it’s actually ’to supervise!’
Ningxue Sword went off to get beaten without shedding tears.
But to outsiders, everything looked perfectly normal: For Yu Tianqi to recover, of course, he needs to fight. And Xue Fuxiao is quite strong, so Ningxue Sword was the perfect punching bag.
So Lord Jian volunteered himself, and it couldn’t be more appropriate.
At night, Ningxue Sword limped back with a swollen face, just as Ding Jie Ran was practicing, and was surprised: "Master, why have you been so bedraggled every day lately, who’s bullying you?"
"Nonsense, here at the Guardian Headquarters, only I bully others, who can dare bully me? Ridiculous!"
Ningxue Sword said sternly: "Practice your sword!"
Then he hobbled into his room and lay down, sighing deeply.
Ding Jie Ran worriedly followed in, only to be chased out by Ningxue Sword.
Damn, I’m already embarrassed enough, and now I need someone to serve me... don’t I have any dignity left?
Even my disciple can’t do that!
He originally wanted to talk to Ding Jie Ran about Fang Che, but remembering he was Ding Jie Ran’s brother for life, he wisely dropped the idea.
If Ding Jie Ran found out I got his brother into this, he might poison me...
"Ah, what the hell is this."
At the Guardian Headquarters, there was frustration, and everything was confidential.
At the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters, there was also frustration, and everything was confidential.
Yan Nantian sighed more deeply than Dongfang Sansan—Guardians lost only one Fang Che.
But I lost two: Yemo and Dream Demon! An old reliable, and a beacon of hope from the new generation!
It’s damned... the thought of it made Yan Nan despair.
Yan Nan constantly asked: "Awake yet?"
"Not yet."
"How many days?"
"Ten days."
"Damn it!"
Yan Nan cursed in frustration.
"Any sign?"
"Yes."
"What sign?"
"Someone’s monitoring nearby, and they’re a Guardian peak level expert. At the very least, the monitor’s skill level is top thirty in the Cloud Weapon List, and they’re extremely good at stealth and concealment. I don’t dare get closer, only within a hundred zhang."
"Damn it all!"
Yan Nan cursed to the extreme: "Dongfang Sansan, that old silver coin is not a good thing! Damn it, it really is under surveillance! Damn it, it’s a trap!"
After cursing, he sent a message: "Keep watching, don’t act rashly! Better to be shattered into pieces than to reveal you’ve been there!"
"Yes!"
A few days later, Yan Nan asked again: "How about now? Has he woken up?"
"No."
"How many days now?"
"Half a month, fifteen days."
"Damn it!"
Yan Nan finally lost his temper, cursing the heavens, his heart heavy with despair: "Dream Demon, you cursed bastard, of all the bodies to enter, you had to choose the one you shouldn’t have!!"
"How the hell did you choose so well!"
"Following Ningxue Sword to catch you wouldn’t be just Fang Che, right!"
"Damn it, with so many people in the Guardian Hall, you chose Fang Che!?"
"What the hell is this... not a single thing has gone smoothly for me in thousands of years!"
With a bang, the table turned to dust.
"Will Dream Demon make it out alive?"
"Will Yemo wake up!"
"Damn it..."
Vice Sect Master Yan was so angry he foamed at the mouth, babbling gibberish.
Suddenly, he felt that everyone under him, including Duan Xiyang and Cheng Gu, Bi Changhong, were all idiots!
In extreme frustration, he gathered several Vice Sect Masters and pointed at each of them, cursing them out.
Cheng Gu, Bi Changhong was baffled: "What did we do?"
Especially Bi Changhong: "I just recovered... didn’t provoke anyone, didn’t cause trouble, yet I got a scolding, Yan Wu do you have a cat biscuit?"
"I’ve got your grandpa’s biscuit!"
Yan Nan retorted furiously.
Then, with everyone around scratching their heads, and all knowing the identity of Yemo, Yan Nan explained the whole matter, infinitely frustrated.
