Chapter 888: Chapter 218: Bear?
Fang Che is very clear about his own personality. Having regained his memory, it is hard to completely suppress his emotional fluctuations when facing people from the past. Furthermore, he will increasingly encounter higher-ranking contacts from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.
If he suddenly experiences intense heartbeat, bloodline fluctuations, and divine sense disturbances when facing someone seemingly irrelevant to them...
His own life could be in jeopardy, unknowingly.
But they would almost certainly be doomed. Moreover, he wouldn’t even have the chance to plead or secretly spare them.
For instance, after going through the incident with Zuo Guanglie, if Fang Che were to face something similar again, he would propose to Yin Shen Palace: these few are my cultivated confidants.
And he believes that Yin Shen Palace would definitely not force him to kill his confidants again.
Yet such a chance was exchanged by the lives of Zuo Guanglie and others. If his emotional upheaval were to ruin it at that time, it would entirely be due to his own reasons!
Should such a flaw truly occur, Fang Che would never forgive himself.
Setting aside this matter, there comes another issue.
The cultivation progress is too slow!
Fang Che has already carved three hundred and thirty marks on the door frame, which means nearly a year has passed.
But currently he has only reached the Martial General level.
This progress makes Fang Che very dissatisfied, because his cultivation outside used to be much faster.
"Why is it so slow?"
Fang Che is puzzled beyond understanding. Do aspects like qualifications, innate talent, and insight have no effect here? Is everyone treated equally?
But he hasn’t seen others yet, so he can’t confirm this guess.
Yet it is truly slower than the outside world, for sure!
In the outside world, he cultivated from Samurai to Martial General in less than a year. Here starting from Little Martial Sect, it surprisingly took eleven months!
Too slow.
However, regarding insight into weapons like Spear, Sword, Halberd, Fang Che’s understanding has deepened considerably.
Nighttime.
Fang Che locked the door from the inside, lay on the wooden bed to rest, practicing unknowingly, falling into deep sleep.
But... in the middle of the night, Fang Che abruptly felt a shiver all over, woke up in shock.
His hand immediately grabbed the sword.
Outside, there came a rustling sound covering the mountain, and then there were distant rushing sounds, as if many wild animals were approaching, the scent was overwhelming.
Fang Che got up and out of bed, raised his sword, went outside.
His gaze was alert.
Only to see the rustling sound persisting in the dark, hearing it suggests countless reptiles approaching.
What’s going on?
Why did it suddenly happen again?
Fang Che was a bit confused, circled his wooden house, surprisingly found a shadow behind under the moonlight.
Emitting a humming sound.
Fang Che approached, only to find a Little Bear, with soft fur, only little dog-sized, looking at him with innocent bright eyes, leaning against the wall, a paw stuffed in its mouth, adorably looking at him.
"Where on earth... is there a bear? And so small? Where did it come from?"
Fang Che is a bit dizzy.
The Little Bear saw Fang Che, obviously a bit scared, humming and vigilant, nose sniffs, mouth emits low growls, two rear legs trembling, apparently very frightened.
But then its eyes blinked, nose twitched, gaze filled with confusion, then hesitantly started to walk towards Fang Che.
Fang Che’s sword gleamed in hand, watching the Little Bear.
He faintly felt familiarity.
I’ve never seen it, how can it be familiar?
In puzzlement, the Little Bear was already speeding up, later unabashedly rushing to Fang Che’s feet, hugging Fang Che’s leg.
Its furry head rubbed against Fang Che’s leg, emitting excited purring sounds.
Just like meeting a relative after eighteen years of separation amid war-stricken streets.
Such affection...
"What’s going on?"
Fang Che squatted down, looking at the Little Bear’s bright eyes: "Little guy, I don’t know you..."
Halfway through speaking, he suddenly saw a tuft of white hair on top of the Little Bear’s head.
Soft fluffy, hanging over the forehead between its eyes, while other areas had black hair.
This tuft of hair perfectly at the forehead above the eyes.
Instantly triggering Fang Che’s memory.
"Damn!"
Fang Che was shocked, grabbed the Little Bear by the scruff, lifted it up, scrutinizing it: "How are you here? And... how did you become smaller?"
The Little Bear affectionately tilted its head, stuck out its tongue, licked Fang Che’s hand. Its eyes completely filled with attachment and joy.
"Damn it... Aren’t you supposed to be big?"
Fang Che was surprised.
Holding this at most ten-pound little guy, spinning it around in front to observe.
Eyes filled with incredulity.
It was actually the bear encountered in the mysterious space during the ’Cultivating Gu to Become a God’ plan!
Mainly because this tuft of white hair appearing out of nowhere was too memorable.
A black bear suddenly having a tuft of hair out of thin air...
Seeing Fang Che recognize it, the Little Bear became more excited.
Purring in delight while desperately burrowing into Fang Che’s embrace.
Thrilled.
Fang Che’s mind hadn’t cleared the confusion yet when he heard a swooshing...
Several snakes suddenly shot out from the grass, then numerous snakes simultaneously moved from all directions in the shrubs.
The blade light flickered immediately.
Thud, thud, thud...
Dozens of snakes were slashed in half with one stroke, but more snakes surged forward from all directions.
The blade light flashed continuously, and Fang Che furrowed his brows.
He had lived here for so long and had never seen snakes, so why were there so many today?
Then the rustling in the bushes signaled even more snakes gathering.
Not only snakes... but also gold-headed ants the size of fingers, and centipedes as long as an arm, came into view.
Fang Che’s blade was impervious to the storm, countless centipedes, ants, and snakes perished under his sword. While fighting, he continuously arranged the firewood he had prepared in circles, scattering dry grass gradually.
And kept a distance of ten feet from the house.
At last... a spark flashed, and a great fire blazed, forming a gigantic fire circle.
Fang Che hugged the Little Bear in the middle of the circle.
Countless snake carcasses littered the ground, then were lifted by Fang Che’s spiritual energy and thrown out.
Raspy wails erupted.
Those were the pained cries of the serpent insects being consumed by the flames.
Throughout, the Little Bear lay quietly nestled against Fang Che’s chest, its bright little eyes observing the encroaching serpent insects without a hint of fear.
Its little paw clutched Fang Che’s clothes steadily.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Hundreds of giant snakes as thick as an arm soared through the air, thousands of centipedes flew up, breaking through the fire wall.
However, as they crossed the fire wall, the flying wings of the centipedes were singed by the flames, and they fell, screaming.
Fang Che’s cold blade light mercilessly struck out, and batch after batch of serpents fell under his blade, slowly forming massive heaps.
If he wanted to leave, Fang Che could do so at any moment, but on one hand, he was reluctant to abandon his little home, and on the other, this was an ideal opportunity for training and combat.
Serpent insects covered the skies, constantly tempting the blade.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon circled and danced in the sky, absorbing all the death energy of the fallen serpent insects.
This too was a form of strengthening.
In this regard, this was a rare opportunity.
Plus, with the treasure clothes given by Chen Yin, there was nothing to worry about.
So Fang Che calmly channeled spiritual energy, his blade flashing coldly, practicing all his blade techniques and then switching to a sword.
There was no halberd, but Fang Che still used the blade for meticulous practice.
After three rounds, he directly held up the Nether Spear, and the spear’s radiance shook the heavens.
Streaks of cold electricity flew out like fireworks in the sky during the New Year, or as if a firework-laden cart spontaneously combusted, the density of it... was indescribable.
With each kill, Fang Che stepped through the fire wall, expanding the circle while continuing the slaughter.
Countless giant snakes, centipedes, ants, and some unidentified poisonous insects, no matter how small, were all killed without exception.
Strengthening and heightening the fire wall while fighting, and when the strength weakened, the Nether Spear struck the ground, and he leaped back to the center of the fire wall, taking a short rest.
Throughout, the Little Bear was curled up in his chest, its glossy eyes blinking as it observed the corpse-laden sea outside.
Not scared at all, but rather a bit excited, a bit bewildered, curious.
As if thinking: Wow, so many dead snakes, could have a big feast?
Dawn arrived.
A hissing sound came from afar, shaking the void.
That was the order from a gigantic Snake King in the distance that Fang Che had been watching.
Suddenly.
All surviving snake insects retreated like a tide.
Leaving behind a field of corpses.
Some snake bodies, chopped into several segments, convulsed and twisted.
This area returned to peace.
The overwhelming stench of blood permeated the skies, even the air was faintly pink.
The smell of putrefaction was pervasive.
After a night of slaughter, Fang Che was thoroughly satisfied, performing all kinds of moves flawlessly, instinctively, and effortlessly.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon too was utterly satiated.
It was a great victory with substantial gains.
Yet, the smell was truly unbearable.
After resting for a while, Fang Che began chopping down trees in the forest, felling them in patches, cutting down thickets, drying them collectively, and placing the timber by the fire to dry quickly.
Oily trees became Fang Che’s first choice, and thousands of big trees were knocked down boomingly, chopped into segments blade by blade.
The Nether Spear deftly piled them up.
These were all weapons.
If those serpent insects come again at night, these oil-rich trees would give them a hard time.
When all was sorted, it was already noon.
Fang Che had a meal, the Little Bear watched eagerly, drooling in a stream.
Fang Che glanced sideways, waving his hand, he tossed out several large fish from the space ring.
"Oooo..."
The Little Bear’s eyes gleamed instantly, cooing, as it wriggled out of Fang Che’s embrace and dove into the fish.
Biting fiercely, eating sweetly.
Finally, with a full stomach, feeling energetic, Fang Che disregarded everything, hauling the fish-devouring Little Bear up.
Placing it before himself.
"Stand up straight for me! Attention!"
