Chapter 93: Beating Fang Che

Such a rookie mistake was incredibly embarrassing for Duan Xiyang, and his intention was to pretend like he was fleeing the scene, only to turn around and strike back with a surprise attack once Xue Fuxiao began pursuing him.

However, Xue Fuxiao didn't take the bait, and as a result, it appeared as if Duan Xiyang were fleeing the scene with his tail tucked between his legs, further exacerbating his humiliation.

Meanwhile, Xue Fuxiao remained on the summit of the snowy mountain, chortling with mirth at his long-time rival's rudimentary mistake.

He felt like he had to share the good news with Dongfang Sansan.

"I ran into Dongfang Sansan in the Myriad Spirit Forest. We fought for nine days, and I won!"

"You've been doing nothing but fighting for the past nine days?!"

Dongfang Sansan had never felt so exasperated in his life!

"Yeah, and I won!"

"Why didn't you tell me the first day you ran into him?"

"Why would I have done that? You're too far away to send any reinforcements."

Dongfang Sansan was livid.

"If you had told me, I could've used these nine days in which Duan Xiyang was occupied to stir up some trouble in the New Chu Nation."

"... That's my bad."

Dongfang Sansan had to take consecutive deep breaths to compose himself before asking: "What was he doing in the Myriad Spirit Forest?"

"He came to search for the inheritance of the One Strike Spear Demon."

Dongfang Sansan could feel his rage beginning to build again, and he had to rein in his temper as he asked: "Did he find it?"

"No."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? What's happening now?"

"He ran away. I won!"

"Then what the hell are you still doing there?! Are you on a snow trip or something?!"

"I still have to do what you asked of me."

"And what's that?"

"Beat up Fang Che."

"Then hurry up and go! Beat him to within an inch of life! Go!"

"I'm on it! Man, beating Duan Xiyang felt good today!"

"Piss off!"

Dongfang Sansan could barely contain his exasperation.

You lost to him intentionally last time, so isn't it only to be expected that you beat him this time? I didn't want to react to your gloating, but you kept bringing it up over and over again like an idiot!

"You'll never guess what happened! His hand slipped and he lost his grip on his spear!"

Dongfang Sansan didn't even bother to respond this time.

Xue Fuxiao scratched his head sheepishly before departing, while Dongfang Sansan was doing his best to compose himself, feeling as if simply knowing Xue Fuxiao was going to be enough to cut his lifespan short by at least a century!

***

That afternoon, Fang Che returned to the Hall of Protectionists from his patrol duties, and he was greeted by the sound of Cripple Hong's laughter, which immediately cut off into silence as soon as he arrived.

"I heard someone laughing just now."

"Huh? Who? No one was laughing!" Cripple Hong hurriedly denied in a panic.

"Was I asking you?!"

Fang Che lunged forward and began administering another beating.

Tears of indignation streamed down Cripple Hong's face as he suffered in silence.

He had been very well-behaved the entire day, refraining from harassing any of his female colleagues.

Unfortunately for him, he was very susceptible to jokes. Someone had told a joke just now, and everyone had fallen silent after laughing briefly at the joke, while he continued chortling with mirth.

Fang Che mistook this as a sign that he was up to no good again, and thus, he was made to suffer for laughing longer than everyone else.

Everyone was ecstatic, feeling themselves very fortunate to have been able to see Cripple Hong being beaten twice in one day!

On the way back home, Fang Che was doing his best to conceal himself.

He was constantly having to be vigilant in case he was intercepted by demonic church members.

With the Virtue Manor within sigh, he heaved a sigh of relief and sprang forward, only to rush headfirst into a cloud of white mist.

The streets were gone, the city was gone, and his Virtue Manor was also gone.

He had found himself in a very familiar misty world.

Before he had a chance to react, he was struck by a punch to the nose, quickly followed by another.

Fang Che knew who his tormentor was, and he couldn't even muster up the urge to resist. A completely one-sided beating ensued, only concluding once he was reduced to a feeble heap on the ground, unable to lift even a single finger.

"Honestly, I don't even know why I'm beating you, but I had to do it!" Xue Fuxiao declared.

"Ah, Master Xue! My lifelong idol!"

"You're pretty tough, kid," Xue Fuxiao scoffed. "It's pretty impressive that you endured that beating in silence."

"It's an honor to be beaten by you, Master Xue," Fang Che grinned through his bruised and battered face.

"How's your progress molding the piece of divine metal that I gave you into a saber?"

Fang Che faltered slightly upon hearing.

"A saber? I'm molding it into a spear..."

"A spear?!"

Xue Fuxiao was suddenly itching for round two.

Any other weapon would've been fine, but a spear was a completely unacceptable choice for Xue Fuxiao!

"What's it look like now? Show me."

"It's still not done yet."

The divine metal in Fang Che's consciousness still didn't even remotely resemble a spear, and he was struck by a sense of exasperation at the sight of the sound-asleep little fairy inside.

"Master Xue, is the spirit of your divine weapon lazy at all?"

Xue Fuxiao was very much taken aback by this unexpected question.

"Lazy? How could it possibly be lazy?"

The Passion Severing Saber was clearly disgruntled by this accusation of laziness, and it released a burst of formidable saber intent to express its displeasure.

You wanna call me lazy?! I'll cut you half!

Fang Che was perplexed.

"Why does the spirit of my divine metal do nothing but sleep all day?"

Xue Fuxiao almost laughed out loud.

"It'll get better once your weapon has taken shape."

"I see."

"By the way, if you're going to use a spear, there's a spear inheritance nearby, but whether you can find it will be up to you."

"Where is it?"

"It should be somewhere within a radius of five thousand kilometers. You can keep an eye out for it."

"......"

Do you know how massive an area with a radius of five thousand kilometers is? That's even bigger than the White Cloud Prefecture!

The more Xue Fuxiao thought about Fang Che's decision to mold his divine metal into a spear, the more indignant he felt.

Does he think Duan Xiyang is better than me?!

"How're you feeling?"

Fang Che was extremely touched that Xue Fuxiao was enquiring about his condition, and he hurriedly replied, "I'm fine. Thank you for asking, Master Xue."

"You're fine? That won't do at all!"

Fang Che: "???"

Thus, Xue Fuxiao gave Fang Che another violent beating, much to the latter's bewilderment.

Did he ask about my condition just so he would have an excuse to beat me?

"Someone told me to beat you to within an inch of your life, so I have to do my job," Xue Fuxiao explained.

"You've done it, Master Xue! I'm already within an inch of my life!" Fang Che hurriedly yelled.

"You still sound fine to me!"

Xue Fuxiao dutifully beat Fang Che to within an inch of his life before finally departing.

By the time Fang Che regained consciousness, he discovered that he was laying on his bed. Every single inch of his body was screaming in agony, and he wanted to open his eyes to examine his own condition, but his eyelids were so swollen that his eyes were reduced to tiny slits.

As soon as he inhaled, he couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Ye Meng entered the room and was bewildered to see Fang Che inside.

"When did you get back, Young Master? What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

Fang Che could only heave a forlorn sigh.

He knew that Dongfang Sansan had to have been furious at him for giving that piece of divine power essence to Old Man Shen, but never had he imagined that Dongfang Sansan would send the most powerful warrior the Guardians had at their disposal to teach him a lesson! This was massive overkill!

Ye Meng fed him a couple of healing pills, then carefully began tending to his injuries with an enraged expression.

"Who did this? Their intention was clearly just to torture you! You have to get them back for this, Young Master!"

Fang Che buried his head into his pillow with a depressed sigh.

Get them back? We're talking about Xue Fuxiao, the most powerful warrior on the entire continent! I'll have to cultivate for at least several centuries before I'm in a position to try and get him back for this!

Initially, Ye Meng was very anxious, but she quickly relaxed once she realized that Fang Che hadn't suffered any lethal injuries or even any broken bones.

However, that only made her even more enraged at Fang Che's tormentor.

"Who would do something like this? They clearly have no actual malicious intent, but they still beat you up anyway! It's like they did this for sport!"

Fang Che paid no heed to her complaints as he fell asleep.

He woke up two hours later, and he had already mostly recovered from his injuries.

He took a couple of healing pills that he had received from the Hall of Protectionists, then sprang onto the rooftop before vanishing into the night.

Down below, Ye Meng heaved a forlorn sigh in her room.

Helmsmaster Starlight was going back to work.