Chapter 972: Chapter 238: The Holy Land of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon [Ten Thousand Words]_6
The Xuehua Palace disciples, upon waking, pursued furiously: "What does Wei Wo Zheng Sect matter? Bastard! Feng Yun! As the top young master of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, are you really this shameless?"
"Are you Feng Yun? Perhaps it’s an imposter."
"Despicable and shameless! As expected, all of Wei Wo Zheng Sect are despicable and shameless!"
There were doubts because directly reporting a name seemed a bit foolish. But at the moment, with nothing seen, a target is needed for venting.
And Feng Yun, indeed, has this qualification.
Just like the Xuehua Palace disciples said ’Why wouldn’t Feng Yun dare to report his name? Isn’t Wei Wo Zheng Sect always like this?’, with such comments, whether it’s Feng Yun or not, it becomes Feng Yun...
No matter how they curse, Dongyun Yu is already nowhere to be seen.
Holding two Space Rings with seven cracks each, he opened them to check.
Then transferred everything inside, regardless of what it was, into his own Space Ring.
Casually threw away the two Space Rings.
Can’t take them out... and they are evidence.
Why keep them?
Listening to the furious curses from the Xuehua Palace disciples from afar, feeling the soaring intent of hatred.
Dongyun Yu shook his head leisurely: "Time to find a place to sleep... Damn it, they’re cursing Feng Yun, what’s it got to do with me, Dongyun Yu..."
He left with grace.
Very dashing.
...
Fang Che, thanks to the Wolf God Grass, now feels extremely energized and hasn’t felt any fatigue.
Relentlessly continues searching.
For the Black and White Ginseng, he has already packed forty to fifty stalks, digging them out like radishes.
There were also seven or eight weirdly shaped herbs of unknown effect that Fang Che doesn’t recognize. But, since they look so strange, they must be good stuff.
He even found a strange Lingzhi.
Palm-sized, one side white, one side black, and the center of the Lingzhi leaves has a skull face.
The stem is also one side black, one side white.
When Fang Che collected this Lingzhi, he encountered countless Golden Headed Ants, each arm-length, numbering in the hundreds.
These Golden Headed Ants are impervious to blades and spears, extremely hard all over. When Fang Che slapped the ground, they weren’t killed, and upon release, they flew up again.
Using Sword to slash requires two or three continuous strikes to kill one.
Fang Che, helpless. Using Divine Sense to check around, no one was nearby.
Immediately drew out the Netherworld.
As soon as the spear was in hand, Fang Che felt the difference.
Heavy.
Moreover, the feeling in hand was more distinct, a sensation like: as soon as this spear was in my hand, it became part of my body.
But, that heavy sense also made him feel: with this spear, I could collide with a mountain!
That was a magical feeling.
With one spear in hand, nothing under heaven and earth matters!
With a swish of the spear tip, a Golden Headed Ant, upon touching the spear tip, silently exploded into dust.
Effortless to the extreme.
Even Fang Che himself was taken aback.
How did the power of Netherworld become so great?
But he didn’t have time to think carefully because the Golden Headed Ants swarmed in.
Nether Spear Technique.
Unfolded calmly.
Swish swish swish...
In just half a tea’s time, all the Golden Headed Ants died untimely.
After searching carefully for a while, confirmed nothing, then carefully collected this unique Lingzhi.
Then began to inspect Netherworld.
Soon discovered changes in Netherworld, seemed... that ’heavy, weighted, deep, fierce’ feeling was much stronger than before.
Over tenfold!
Netherworld’s formation was meticulously nurtured by Fang Che’s heart’s blood.
Therefore, every step of change, he is clear and aware.
Even when he first entered the Yin Yang Realm, he was still carefully observing and nurturing.
Later, due to encountering Yan Beihan, once exposed too much when taken out, so didn’t continue to inspect or cultivate but kept nurturing in his Divine Sense Space.
But at this moment, Netherworld has changed so much since first entering the Yin Yang Realm.
If the just-condensed Netherworld was only a spear. A weapon.
Then, by the time of slaying Mr. Shang, it was already a sharp tool.
By entering the Yin Yang Realm, it was already a fierce weapon.
But now, Netherworld is a Spiritual Artifact.
This is a very clear metamorphic path.
But this metamorphosis, too fast and too abrupt.
He carefully felt each change, gradually furrowed his brow.
Because other things aside.
Why are Death Energy and Evil Qi so heavy? Especially at the spear tip, it’s simply like containing a Netherworld Underworld.
Making Fang Che suddenly feel familiar.
Sink into Divine Sense Space.
"Little Jiao."
Fang Che called out.
In Divine Sense Space, the little elf, thumb-sized, hopped over.
Looked cutely at Fang Che.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was nowhere to be seen.
"Where’s Little Jiao?"
The little elf started gesturing.
After a while of communication, Fang Che finally understood: Golden Horned Flood Dragon went out to work.
Work?
Fang Che was perplexed.
The damn Golden Horned Flood Dragon, upon entering this Yin Yang Realm, actually went behind my back to look for a job? Why does this sound so unreliable and bizarre?
Fang Che asked about the work, the little elf couldn’t answer.
Fang Che had to wait.
After a while.
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon waddled back, belly swollen.
Bursting with hiccups.
As soon as it entered Divine Sense Space, it was grabbed by Fang Che: "Where did you go?"
After a moment.
Seeing the Golden Horned Flood Dragon constantly coughing up Death Energy, Nether Energy, Evil Qi...
Fang Che’s mouth twitched.
A bit speechless.
You both call this going out to work?
Isn’t this going out to rob?
Yet you speak so grandly.
Seeing the Golden Horned Flood Dragon too tired after eating, Fang Che couldn’t bear to disturb this poor ’worker’.
And he also understood why Netherworld had such a huge change.
In a place like the Yin Yang Realm, having a presence like the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, it’s like a mouse soaking in a rice vat, continuously transforming, for Netherworld not to change significantly would indeed be odd.
This is an incredible fortune.
"Go eat, you have less than a year left."
"Eat as much as you can."
"Try to eat more! The more you eat, the better!"
Fang Che directly lifted restrictions on the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, and encouraged: "Don’t be afraid, don’t worry, here now, it’s all yours! Eat as you love to eat, even if you eat this world into collapse, it’s considered your capability!"
