Chapter 887: Chapter 217: Iron Fragment [Stone Pillar Blossoms, Fragrance on the Path — Alliance Hierarch Wishes Everyone a Happy New Year]
Nighttime.
Fang Che lay on the rooftop, staring at the starry sky.
The stars blinked.
His thoughts spread infinitely.
Without the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, would this world become better?
Fang Che didn’t know.
He felt that perhaps it would be slightly better than now, but not much more beautiful. The only difference would be that without demons, there would only be internal strife.
People fighting among themselves for power and profit, for wealth and beauty, for... all the glory and riches, for all the enjoyment.
Still chaotic as ever.
But Fang Che didn’t want to see that day, he just wanted to quietly retire from the world after the fall of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, to live days like he was now.
"It’s a pity Ye Meng is not by my side, it would be even better if he were here."
"In a few days, it will be lame Hong Er’s wedding... I promised to go, but it seems I won’t be able to make it."
Fang Che lay flat on the rooftop, his arms under his head, with the night wind blowing, looking at the starry sky and floating white clouds, his heart vast and open.
Then he slowly fell asleep.
Yan Beihan was doing exactly the same thing as Fang Che, almost overlapping.
Except she skipped many steps because in her space ring, there was a tent, bedding, and even a pillow larger than her, resembling a big white cat.
And she was fully equipped with all the necessary seasonings and detoxifying elixirs...
The only thing missing was a house.
Unlike Fang Che, Yan Beihan directly settled in a flat area near the water source, with no shelter on all sides.
She cleared out an area within a zhang of the house, setting up various traps.
And beyond a zhang, she scattered many seeds and fertilizer, allowing the wild grass to grow more freely and vigorously.
Yan Beihan worked late every night, only giving herself two hours of rest.
In this strange world without reliance, this girl truly demonstrated her strength and intelligence.
Once she had everything set up, everything she needed was done, she even set up a bathroom and shower for herself.
These two things... Fang Che and Feng Yun didn’t bother with, not needing a shower room, just jumping into the water source naked would suffice.
As for the toilet... ahem, on this point, the two were completely in sync, even their thinking: they found a cliff, set up an open-air three-sided shed at the edge, and it was done.
When needed, squat in the shed, with the bottom sticking out towards the cliff, and it’s done.
As for the small matters, the vast expanse of the world awaited!
When Yan Beihan started practicing, seven days had passed.
Three days ahead of Fang Che.
And Feng Yun was also very quick, setting everything up in eight days.
Compared to the supplies carried in the space ring, the three were basically in sync.
They all simultaneously agreed to set up all the basic living needs before starting to practice.
All three were very clear: first ensure safe survival, then talk about living, then the quality of living.
Then only can one practice!
This is an order that must not be messed up.
Living life, one must first maintain survival, to live well.
The difference between Fang Che and Yan Beihan and Feng Yun was he did not have the space ring to bring in so many supplies.
With the reserves of Feng Yun and Yan Beihan, the food and drink in the space ring were enough to sustain them in immobile cultivation for three to five years or even longer.
Hunting was just for a break.
But for Fang Che, the newfound water control ability made fishing easy.
But this thing... never mind eating it all year round, even a few days would make one sick of it.
So Fang Che was destined to waste a little more time than Yan Beihan and Feng Yun, but it couldn’t be helped.
In this aspect, Fang Che was even inferior to Dongyun Yu.
Dongyun Yu did have a space ring!
But when Dongyun Yu first fell down, it was tragically too much to bear and spent three days eating and throwing up repeatedly; three days later... upon realizing it was useless, and after likely digesting all the Flying Tiger feces...
He became even more uncomfortable and nauseated.
Despite working while dry-heaving, his body became skin and bone, only getting somewhat better a month later when the memory faded.
But it left a lasting issue for Dongyun Yu: for years afterward, just seeing similar places, or encountering any stinks would immediately make him nauseous!
For many years thereafter, Dongyun Yu’s toilet was always for his own use only; it had to be fragrantly clean with no bad smell. Any slight odor would make him lose his appetite...
This is a story for another time.
In summary, Dongyun Yu soon returned to normal, settled down, and practiced.
During this time, the few of them unknowingly engaged in the same activities, even using the same method to hypnotize themselves: I’m just a small martial master, I’m just a martial master...
Don’t underestimate this, it’s crucial to life and death!
If they used their previous cultivation and experiences to view enemies, they might not even know how they’d die!
The mindset must change!
Time flew.
Almost a year passed in the blink of an eye.
During this year, Fang Che, Dongyun Yu, Yan Beihan, and Feng Yun had a tacit understanding with no movements.
Everyday, I temper my body, practice cultivation techniques, martial arts, and simultaneously verify all the martial arts I know against each other, constantly increasing my insights.
The four of us are quite grateful for this rare period of time.
Because all four of us are the kind who cultivate quickly, we belong to the ranks of geniuses, mastering many low-level moves and cultivation techniques with ease; however, as our cultivation far exceeded, turning back to practice the low-level techniques again revealed deeper insights!
There were other directions to explore, which were overlooked at the time. Yet during this period, we meticulously supplemented them. We did our best to solidify our already profound foundation even more.
On this point.
The disciples from the major outer sects like Heavenly Palace and Hell are different. The longest any of them spent on this was only four months. Then they hurried out to seek resources and undergo life-and-death trials.
Their respective sects have their own records, and their elders have lectured them on what to do once inside, with the most crucial thing being what to obtain...
For example, certain herbs unavailable outside can only be obtained here, so one must acquire as much as possible.
Because these things, once this trial ends, will require at least a thousand years in the outside world before one can enter the Yin Yang Realm again for replenishment...
Therefore, they have clear and distinct goals.
Searching far and wide across the hills.
Occasionally reducing in numbers... despite humans not existing here, the strong demon beasts are certainly numerous.
...
Fang Che was crazily cultivating, advancing his spiritual power while retraining.
Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, Flying Knife, and various cultivation techniques...
On this point, everyone’s starting line is the same. Because upon entering, cultivation is restricted, and all Elixir Pills brought in cannot be used — even the most basic ones brought in are Emperor level pills.
How would a martial master consume them?
So the starting line is strangely the same.
Fang Che simultaneously started cultivating his divine sense, refining his spirit.
Because he found that in this special world, he couldn’t enter the Divine Sense Space. In other words, even his divine sense was sealed.
Therefore, he cultivated frantically, hoping to soon activate his divine sense.
Having grown accustomed to the function of divine sense, suddenly being without it made him feel like a ’blind man’, extremely inconvenient.
After a full year, when his divine sense finally reached the level of inner vision, Fang Che was moved to tears.
Outside, one could achieve inner vision upon first reaching Innate; here, compared to outside standards, the lowest level was Martial General!
But at the moment of activating his divine sense, Fang Che sensitively discovered something different in his Divine Sense Space.
Where exactly was it different?
Fang Che searched around, finding nothing.
It wasn’t until one day, while examining the Divine Formless Jade, that he discovered a small iron plate at the bottom of his sea of consciousness.
Iron plate?
Where did this iron plate come from?
This iron plate did not exist before, with Fang Che knowing his familiarity with his divine sense.
Yet how did this small iron plate appear?
When did it appear?
And it’s a rusty iron plate, which should leave a deep impression if I had absorbed it into my sea of consciousness, right?
Besides, how did this thing get in?
This is my damn sea of consciousness, not a garbage dump!
Fang Che was completely stunned.
He was racking his brains, trying to think where this thing came from, when he might have encountered it, yet he couldn’t recall it no matter what.
The rust on the iron plate was disappearing extremely slowly, transforming into clusters of white light, and ultimately converting into divine power.
"This, this..."
Fang Che could feel that this divine power was much more pure and concentrated than his original divine power.
But where did it come from?
He was sure that since becoming Fang Che, he had never seen this thing.
So he even thought about the previous life’s events.
But the memories from the previous life were mostly hazy, he knew he had experienced many people, many events during his lifetime.
But every person’s face was blurry, he couldn’t remember names.
He didn’t even remember his own name.
And regarding this iron plate, he still couldn’t recall; he just felt as though he saw a brilliant white light.
Ultimately, he couldn’t remember.
That night.
He lay on the wooden bed, covering himself with his clothes.
Grateful that he came wearing Steward Jinxing’s large cloak, otherwise he would have been without a blanket.
Now, inside here, it was severe cold.
Although cultivation had brought him up, he was no longer afraid of cold, he still needed to practice Kung Fu to resist it. Even though cultivation enhancement could be rapid this way, Fang Che still preferred the feeling of having a duvet over him.
As for the iron plate... no impression, no clue, not thinking about it.
That’s always been Fang Che’s style.
And he also feared.
Feared the return of his memories!
