Chapter 950: Chapter 235: A Gentleman Like Jade, Steward Fang [Ten Thousand Words!]
Her body stood in the mountain wind, her delicate form in the raging wind, her elegant hair flying in disarray, her garments fluttering wildly.
She clearly said, "Fang Che, you and I... will meet again in the Jianghu."
Her body suddenly floated up, as if lifted by the fierce wind.
Her slender body drifted like a spirit in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished without a trace.
Fang Che stood at the mountain top.
From beginning to end, he did not move.
Nor did he make any attempts to hold her back.
His eyes lingered long on the slope where Yan Beihan had just stood; over there, the wild grass swayed with the wind, undulating and floating.
Fang Che’s gaze was deep.
After a long time, he finally closed his eyes.
The mountain wind blew, leaving a chill across his chest.
That was the trace left by Yan Beihan’s tears.
He was about to leave.
Yet he saw, at the spot where Yan Beihan had once sat, a bundle and three Jade Bottles.
Looking closely, it turned out to be three bottles of Dan Yun Divine Pills, a full thousand Divine Crystals.
She had actually planned to part ways long ago. That’s why everything was prepared so thoroughly, even the resources left behind for farewell were already prepared.
Fang Che suddenly felt a pang in his heart. It was an indescribable feeling.
His nose was sore. His heart felt as if it was suddenly gripped.
He could hardly breathe.
For a long time.
"Ah..."
A soft sigh, drifting away in the wind.
...
The Yin Yang Realm suddenly appeared, and everyone understood something.
It turned out that the real Yin Yang Realm was only now beginning!
All those who survived headed towards the boundary of the Yin Yang Realm.
Fang Che remained unmoved on the peak from which Yan Beihan and Little Bear had departed.
He felt a heaviness in his heart, as if a lead weight pressed down on it.
Nine years spent together, guarding someone like Yan Beihan, a woman so stunningly beautiful it was deserving to be called the number one beauty under heaven, and her martial arts cultivation, personality, and temperament were all so outstanding, it was the perfect woman that almost every man longed for.
If Fang Che said he had no feelings at all, that would be impossible.
He had just been restraining himself.
Perhaps by directly engaging in sparring, in battle.
And from Yan Beihan’s initial cheerful and generous approach, to her maiden-like demeanor in recent years, Fang Che had taken it all in.
He wasn’t foolish.
On the contrary, he was too clear-headed.
He understood all too well what Yan Beihan’s demeanor meant, and he was keenly aware of the reasons behind each of her changes.
But he couldn’t accept it.
Yan Beihan was also restraining herself, as was Fang Che.
Both sides restrained themselves with much difficulty.
Fang Che also understood that at the last moment, did Yan Beihan really cry because Little White Tiger and Little Bear left?
Probably not.
At least the vast majority of the reason was not that.
But that Yan Beihan left so decisively and resolutely, Fang Che hadn’t expected it at all.
This wise woman truly lived up to one thing: she could pick up and put down as needed.
But, could she really put it down?
Fang Che packed up the last three bottles of Elixir Pills left by Yan Beihan, one thousand Divine Crystals.
This was an intention, a gesture so heavy that it weighed heavily on Fang Che’s heart, causing pain.
He didn’t know what was on Yan Beihan’s mind when she left these things.
But... it must have been very complicated, right?
At this moment, a sharp sound of garments tearing through the air was heard from afar.
Could it be that Yan Beihan had returned?
Fang Che could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart, and he turned his head expectantly to look.
Only to see a group of people flying in like the wind, crossing the mountains and forests quickly, heading towards the boundary of Yin and Yang.
And their path inevitably led through the small hill where he stood.
The newcomers were all dressed in black.
A total of over thirty people.
Fang Che stood atop the mountain, looking into the wind, and realized it was familiar faces.
Netherworld Palace.
The leader was none other than Holy Daughter Lan Xinxue.
All of them moved smoothly and quickly, each showing outstanding cultivation.
Fang Che felt it, and found that they were all roughly of Emperor Level, with Lan Xinxue having already reached Monarch Level.
"Not progressing slowly at all."
Fang Che mumbled to himself.
But he also understood that with all the things he encountered upon entering, the Netherworld Palace people couldn’t possibly have had an easy time either.
He remembered that there were originally one hundred twenty people who entered, but now only thirty-two remained.
A loss of eighty-eight people was already a heavy blow.
It was clear that their experiences had been quite tragic.
For some reason, now upon seeing Lan Xinxue, Fang Che felt no inclination to ’provoke disputes between the Outer World Mountain Sect.’
Instead, he felt somewhat melancholic.
Especially knowing that Lan Xinxue treated him as a stove, a feeling of ’disgust’ rose in his heart.
A bit revolting.
Instinctively comparing her to Yan Beihan, he felt that in every aspect, she was far inferior.
Worlds apart, not even fit to carry shoes!
But at this moment, Lan Xinxue and the others had already spotted Fang Che standing atop the mountain.
At once, the group rushed towards him.
Halfway through, Lan Xinxue called out joyfully, "Ah, it’s Brother Fang, this is truly wonderful!"
None of the others spoke.
But it wasn’t their place to speak, as the leader among the young disciples was Lan Xinxue.
There was nothing they could do about it.
Fang Che smiled slightly, "Oh, Junior Sister Lan, your spirit is really great, it seems you’ve gained a lot in the Yin Yang Realm."
"Brother Fang, you’re teasing me again!"
Lan Xinxue’s face flushed red, somewhat coquettishly.
The maiden’s charm and innocence wafted through the air, her bright eyes, white teeth, and jade-like visage.
Youthful and lively, she inspires affection at first sight, an irresistible urge to protect.
