Chapter 974: Chapter 239: Fang Che vs. Feng Yun [Ten Thousand Words]_2
But there were also people who sensed countless traces of excavations with their spiritual power.
"Someone has already rushed ahead."
So everyone stopped searching, and upon realizing this, they began to advance rapidly.
However, Fang Che at the forefront was still searching and excavating left and right.
One side remained stationary, while the other accelerated forward.
As a result, the inevitable distance grew closer and closer.
Feng Yun and Yan Beihan, among other formidable individuals, had already reached this distance ahead of time.
Feng Yun saw a faint white light flickering ahead, indicating treasure, but it was obviously already discovered and being excavated...
He wielded his sword and silently pierced forward with a thrust.
But his opponent was prepared, and a sword flew out in response.
Two slaps as weapons clashed.
Feng Yun sensed the familiar fluctuation of spiritual power and retreated: "Little Han?"
"Feng Yun?"
Yan Beihan was surprised; how could he encounter this guy again.
Feng Yun smiled: "Since it’s you, then you keep it, I’m leaving."
He turned and floated away lightly.
Yan Beihan snorted, sped up the excavation, and swiftly stored it in the space ring, accelerating towards another direction.
She really didn’t want to run into Feng Yun again.
Always felt that meeting this fellow wasn’t a good thing.
In the midst of darkness.
Fang Che searched carefully. He came here and saw a trace of white light, but upon closer inspection, it was nowhere to be found.
His divine sense swept across, revealing a dense thicket in this area.
Moreover, hidden in the darkness was a motionless Demon Beast emitting an aura, giving Fang Che a sense of danger.
Without hesitation, he brandished Netherworld.
With a spear thrust, he shattered the entire thicket.
An extreme burst of evil qi and deathly aura erupted like a tidal wave.
The Demon Beast in the darkness let out a strange cry and charged like lightning.
Pu pu pu...
In three exchanges, the Demon Beast was stabbed once by Netherworld, shrieked miserably, seemingly aware it was no match, and turned tail to run away.
"!!"
Fang Che was stunned.
This was the first Demon Beast he encountered that fled from guarding the Guardian Elixir.
All the previous ones fought until death without running away. It was the first time Fang Che saw one so cowardly as to abandon its duty to protect the elixir.
Moreover, it was the first Demon Beast that even Netherworld couldn’t kill!
"Truly spineless."
Then he began to probe the elixir.
He couldn’t understand it; there was clearly white light, but it disappeared upon approach?
Using his hand to pinch the shattered thicket, he found it had all dried up.
He felt it and pinched two vines.
Suddenly enlightened.
"This isn’t a thicket!"
"These are ground leaves of the elixir! So many, and they’ve already dried up..."
Fang Che carefully fumbled along the ground.
After a while, he finally found a tiny sprout on the ground.
The source of the faint light was exactly this little sprout.
"So many vines, such a tiny sprout... The thing beneath should be quite large."
Fang Che retreated a bit, put away Netherworld, took out a long sword, and deeply excavated a yard away.
Spiritual power followed the sword, infiltrating the earth and gently vibrating, disintegrating the solidified soil layer.
Then the divine sense entwined, probing what the object was.
"Yam?"
Fang Che was surprised.
Through divine sense, he touched it and realized it appeared to be a yam, except it was very thick, as thick as his thigh, and about three yards long.
Fang Che was bewildered.
This thing was something that Guardian Continent’s people cultivated laboriously but was still a delicacy on the dinner table.
Fang Che never expected that the thing flickering in this Yin Yang Realm was such an item.
No wonder the vines dried out and sprouted anew.
"Anyhow, it’s been excavated, might as well make soup out of it when I return."
Fang Che then continued his efforts, digging down four yards, letting spiritual power continuously vibrate, turning the ground into powder, and carefully grasped the yam’s waist. With force, he pulled it out entirely intact.
Putting it in his hand, it felt quite heavy.
Thigh-thick, three and a half yards long.
In his hand, it emitted a rich white light.
"Must be four to five hundred pounds."
Fang Che marveled.
It was truly the first time seeing such a large yam, and he wondered how many years it had been growing.
"It’s a bit strange; if I remember correctly, the lifespan of yam outside isn’t more than three to five years, right? It rots and decays over time. But this yam grew this large, and it’s still alive after so many years..."
"Truly peculiar."
Just then.
A sudden flash of sword light attacked, and Fang Che instinctively swung his sword while floating diagonally, the yam already stowed in the space ring.
Clang.
Fang Che retreated three yards, his wrist slightly numb.
An expert!
He focused, his divine sense sensing, fully alert, standing ready with a sword, and looked into the darkness, saying lightly: "Wei Wo Zheng Sect Feng Yun?"
In Fang Che’s mind, those who could make his wrist numb in one exchange were few in this Yin Yang Realm.
Yan Beihan and Feng Yun were among the foremost.
Jiang Bihuai and Jiang Bixiao, as well as Yin Yunxiao, might also be possible.
The rest couldn’t accomplish such a sharp and tricky strike, displaying such rich Jianghu experience, such determined killing intent, treating human life like grass...
Only Feng Yun probably could.
This was Fang Che’s first judgment.
In the darkness.
That person was ready to strike again but paused upon hearing Fang Che’s words.
Saying lightly: "Alone? Are you Fang Che, the Guardian’s Deacon Fang?"
