Chapter 828: Chapter 193: Fang Che Woke Up? (5)
The Five Spirits Gu within, that makes one the iron backbone of our sect!
Yin Shen Palace repeatedly agreed, then said, "Vice Sect Master, recently Kou Yifang from the Heavenly God Sect has had a lot of complaints against the Guardian Hall’s Fang Che, spreading accusations everywhere, claiming Fang Che captured them, leading to the annihilation of their leadership, and Senior Mengmo was killed; this matter..."
Yan Nan replied, "Ignore him, I’ve already assigned Feng Yun to investigate this, and it has nothing to do with Fang Che; even the person who was being monitored wasn’t arranged by Fang Che, it was only in the end when they tried to assassinate Fang Che that the Ningxue Sword appeared, which led them to their hiding place. And this hiding place was indeed told by Fang Che, but in that situation, if Fang Che didn’t say it, someone else would. So it has nothing to do with Fang Che."
Yin Shen Palace said, "But from Kou Yifang’s perspective, if he doesn’t shift the blame, he won’t be able to justify this."
Yan Nan said indifferently, "Even if he were to totally shift the blame, do you think this matter would be over for him? If one dares not take responsibility and only thinks of shirking and deflecting blame, how can they accomplish anything significant? You may withdraw."
"Yes, I wish the Vice Sect Master great sanctity and safety. I take my leave."
Yin Shen Palace was completely at ease, smiling broadly as he put down the Communication Jade.
He felt as if his whole body was lighter by several jins.
He had now reached a point where he could often chat with the Vice Sect Master.
Moreover, the Vice Sect Master frequently instructed him.
Just a few months ago, this would have been a dream beyond his wildest imagination.
Walking out of the secret chamber with a buoyant step, meeting the eyes of Mu Lin Yuan and others, Yin Shen Palace coyly, a bit frustrated, shook his head, and said, "Just had a chat with Vice Sect Master Yan. Sigh, got scolded again. Getting scolded every day, how should I deal with this!"
Mu Lin Yuan and the other two stared at him dumbfounded.
Then their expressions gradually twisted.
Their faces gradually darkened.
"You’re impressive!"
"I’ll give you ninety points for this act, and the reason I didn’t give you the full hundred is because..."
"Yemo is fine."
Yin Shen Palace continued, "Though not yet awake, the Dream Demon has left his body and he should regain consciousness in a few days."
With hands behind his back, he said coolly, "I’m going to do some sword training. I’ve had some insights lately; I should be able to consolidate energy."
And left leisurely.
Mu Lin Yuan and the other two didn’t have time to say a word before Yin Shen Palace was gone.
They turned their heads to look at each other.
"Do you feel the Sect Hierarch is acting a bit off lately? Not quite the same as before," Mu Lin Yuan frowned.
"Could he have been possessed by the Dream Demon?"
"The Sect Hierarch used to be very serious."
"Since taking Yemo as a disciple, he’s changed."
"Could he be an imposter sent by the Guardians?"
"His pretentious act is too forceful; the Sect Hierarch wasn’t like this before."
"I think so too."
"..."
Yin Shen Palace, hiding in the back and eavesdropping, was covered in black lines.
Shouldn’t you be discussing how I chat with the Vice Sect Master every day?
Don’t you know what a great honor this is in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?
In your lifetime, you won’t even taste those four... ahem, you’ll only become offerings!
Yin Shen Palace left in a huff.
If Mu Lin Yuan and the others heard him, they would surely scoff: We’ve never participated in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, naturally we can only serve as offerings and protectors. Do we even aspire to become the Sect Hierarch?
Yin Shen Palace felt relieved.
But Yan Nan was feeling conflicted and furious!
After ending the call with Yin Shen Palace, Yan Nan indeed breathed a sigh of relief. The Dream Demon was still alive, and so was Yemo!
This was fantastic news.
But soon after, he became displeased.
Below, someone delivered an intelligence report.
"...Today at the Guardian Headquarters, Dongfang Sansan in the hall... Yemo’s identity issue, the problems with Yemo and Dream Demon, so and so said this ... and a confidentiality order was issued."
Yan Nan almost exploded on the spot.
"Dongfang Sansan, are you insane! Don’t you freaking understand the basics? A person whose soul, body, and Divine Sense completely integrate is impossible to possess when in a healthy state!"
"What if the Dream Demon got in and didn’t come out? The reason he stayed so long inside was obviously because the Dream Demon was absorbing energy..."
Yan Nan sighed: "But what exactly did the Dream Demon do inside? Damn it, did he teach Yemo something? It’s no wonder he’s under suspicion... this old bastard is more harmful than helpful!"
"Just handed Dongfang Sansan a handle on Yemo for nothing..."
"Damn it!"
"Yemo’s side hasn’t cleared up the doubts yet, and now there’s a new problem! Isn’t this just tarnishing his reputation!"
Yan Nan had already decided that when the Dream Demon came back, he would definitely scold him properly!
Moreover, there was no way he’d let him out again anytime soon!
What a mess from just one outing!
"This undercover task with Yemo is truly fraught with misfortune..."
...
Fang Che kept controlling himself to remain in a deathlike state, not waking up.
The consequences of waking up now were too great.
He had to remain unconscious for a few more days.
At night.
He felt Ye Meng wiping his face, turning him over, wiping his body, then settling into the bedding; soft and comfortable.
Then he felt a warm, fragrant body slip into the bedding, hugging him.
Oh, so this is how I’ve been living these days.
Feeling the soft and fragrant body, Fang Che diligently controlled himself, continuously reminding himself: I’m in a coma, a deep coma, heart pure as ice, unafraid of the heavens falling...
But, after being abstinent for seventeen or eighteen days, a young body is... nothing to say about it. The mind is okay, but some things... can’t be controlled by thoughts.
Ye Meng lay down as usual, pulled up the quilt, snuggled over as always, leaning against Fang Che’s chest, with a jade arm curling around him.
And then prepared to sleep.
But... the next moment... Ye Meng suddenly froze.
How, how come something’s not right? Seems to be... obstructed?
