Chapter 919: Chapter 229: Choices, White Tiger [3-in-1]
Instead, it seemed like Little Bear itself felt it had undergone quite a transformation and made significant progress, as it happily circled around Fang Che’s leg a dozen times, extremely affectionate.
Until Yan Beihan’s displeased, cold gaze stared.
Only then did Little Bear lazily circle around Yan Beihan’s leg a few times.
The perfunctory intent was quite obvious.
This left Yan Beihan feeling a pang of irritation in his chest.
Clearly, I treat it better, right?
Why can’t I seem to compare to Fang Che in this little guy’s heart? What am I lacking?
Yan Beihan grabbed Little Bear by the scruff of its neck and took it to the lakeside for a bath.
This little guy slept in Fang Che’s tent last night, which Yan Beihan couldn’t tolerate, needing it cleaned up.
"The weight hasn’t changed, still fourteen pounds and three ounces."
Yan Beihan said as he washed.
"You can even be precise to the ounce?"
Fang Che was somewhat surprised.
"Hehe." Yan Beihan chuckled.
Feeling like he had no common language with this rough man.
I foolishly thought a few days ago that this guy had a delicate mind, turns out it was an illusion.
"This little fellow has eaten at least hundreds of thousands of pounds over the past half a year..."
Fang Che was rather worried: "Yet it still only weighs thirteen or fourteen pounds, where did it all go?"
"It’s good that it doesn’t grow larger!"
Yan Beihan wasn’t worried at all, instead delighted: "Such a little thing is so cute, but when it grows up, it’ll be fierce and ugly, what fun will there be then?"
Fang Che was stunned: "Are you raising this thing just for fun?"
"What else?"
Yan Beihan turned to ask.
"..."
I actually want it as a Battle Pet... Fang Che thought silently to himself.
Once again, realizing that men and women genuinely don’t speak the same language. If it’s just for fun... No, why would you raise an animal just for fun?
If not for eating, then it absolutely should be for battle.
Fun?
In Mr. Fang’s dictionary, that word doesn’t exist!
Noon.
The weather was clear, not a cloud in the sky.
Fang Che and Yan Beihan reached the treetops, gazing at the towering mountains reaching into the clouds far away, both wearing expressions of helpless admiration.
To understand the terrain, climbing up for a view down is the fastest way.
But... they dared not.
"Here, for the time being, as long as the powerful demon beasts don’t discover us, it’s temporarily safe. Those huge pythons probably wouldn’t dare pursue us here."
Fang Che said: "But are we just going to huddle here forever?"
Yan Beihan furrowed her brows deeply.
This was a problem that needed solving.
After a moment, Yan Beihan said: "We have two choices: the first is... to stay here and live cautiously. The second is to cross the great lake again and return, but face the endless pursuit of the pythons and centipedes."
"Which one will you choose?"
Yan Beihan looked intently at Fang Che.
Fang Che groaned and lay on the ground.
He didn’t want to choose either.
"You choose." Fang Che said.
"I don’t want to choose either." Yan Beihan said as well.
Both choices were unbearable.
They previously relied on the pythons’ sluggish movement, using their cumbersome nature to escape.
But with the addition of the Flying Centipedes, the danger increased exponentially. Moreover, those Flying Centipedes were just the first wave, and both could sense something even bigger was to come.
Staying here meant near-certain death. Running back meant death almost as certain.
Is there really any difference?
"How did we end up in such an awkward situation..." Yan Beihan sighed deeply: "This was supposed to be a trial ground for ordinary low-level disciples, and yet..."
And "yet" what, she didn’t continue.
Fang Che added: "It’s a complete mess!"
"Rude!" Yan Beihan flushed with embarrassment.
"...Rude or not, regardless, this Heavenly Palace and Hell are truly a pit!"
Fang Che said weakly, his face contorted: "Because they not only trick others, they trick their own people too."
Yan Beihan almost laughed, rolling her eyes: "It might not necessarily be the Heavenly Palace and Hell tricking us. As you said, they wouldn’t trick their own people. Perhaps, you tricked them."
Yan Beihan’s remark was purely in jest.
From every angle, it couldn’t possibly be Fang Che who tricked anyone—he knew nothing, how could he trick anyone?
Fang Che himself felt the same: this had nothing to do with him!
Yet he didn’t realize that he himself was the cause of it all.
It perfectly aligned with what he had just said: tricked others, and tricked himself.
But now, no one knew it was all because of that young man.
Fang Che was in a fog, unaware he had cornered himself into a position where he couldn’t call for help even if he yelled for the heavens or the earth.
Staying here in fear for two days, after two days of cultivation, both made breakthroughs.
Fang Che was jubilantly congratulated for breaking through to Fourth Grade Martial General, while Yan Beihan narrowly broke through to Third Grade Martial Marquis.
"Significant increase in power."
Feeling the improvement, Yan Beihan sighed with some sentiment.
In the cultivation at Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters, she had never felt that breaking through a single grade of cultivation could be such a joyous event.
This journey, they truly experienced things they never had before in their whole life.
"The significant power increase is real."
Fang Che sighed: "But this little progress doesn’t make a difference."
Yan Beihan’s newly-risen joy was dashed completely by this single sentence.
Even if she wanted to get angry, she couldn’t.
She could only sigh: "Who could say it isn’t?"
Fang Che discovered a great merit in Yan Beihan, which was: this girl, well, she was reasonable!
Moreover, as long as you didn’t provoke her, she generally wouldn’t throw a tantrum.
Such a woman, in today’s society, was truly a rare find, wasn’t she?
