Chapter 130 (1): Should I Call You Starlight or Night Demon?

Dongfang Sansan didn't know how to respond.

"I have to come clean and tell you that this was a complete fluke."

"Who're you trying to fool? Why did you send me to the southeast if you didn't anticipate this?"

Xue Fuxiao was completely unconvinced. However, it occurred to him that perhaps Dongfang Sansan was trying to be humble and understated, so he didn't press the issue.

"Now that Dong Changfeng has obtained the One Strike Spear Demon's inheritance, I can come back now, right?"

"There's no hurry. Once word of Dong Changfeng's breakthrough gets out, Duan Xiyang will be sure to come and seek him out. I want you to wait for Duan Xiyang and send him packing when he comes!"

"Alright, in that case, I'll give Duan Xiyang a beating before I get back."

"Also, ask Dong Changfeng something in secret. Tell him that I want a name from him."

"What name?"

"There's no need to specify, just tell him I want a name. That should be enough for him to understand."

"Alright, then explain it to me! Don't keep me in the dark!"

"Has anyone else from your Xue Clan shat themselves recently?"

Xue Fuxiao immediately cut off the communication and didn't ask any further questions.

Dongfang Sansan chuckled in amusement before returning to his official duties.

All of a sudden, a thought occurred to him, and he messaged Xue Fuxiao again: "When you meet Duan Xiyang this time, tell him that I want to meet him."

Once again, Xue Fuxiao's reply was instantaneous.

"He wouldn't dare to go. He's met with you four times, and you've made him regret it every single time. How could he possibly agree to go and see you again?"

"I know he'll be reluctant to come and see me, but as long as you extend the invitation, he'll be sure to comply."

"Can you tell me why you want to see him?"

"I'm considering issuing a continent-wide order prohibiting further discussion of the topic of the Shit King from your clan."

Once again, Xue Fuxiao immediately fell silent, while Dongfang Sansan was left to chuckle to himself in amusement.

***

As night descended upon the Unmatched Escort Agency, yet another day had passed by without a visit from the assessment teams.

With each passing day, Fang Che was feeling more and more uneasy, and the same applied to everyone else in the branch helm.

Everyone was contacting their clans, asking them why the assessment teams still hadn't come to the White Cloud Prefecture. Theoretically speaking, their White Cloud Prefecture branch helm should've been a high priority on their list.

Alternatively, could it be that they had already arrived in secret?

Starlight was already long gone from the branch helm, but Zheng Yunqi and the others stayed up late into the night, continuing to contact their clans while also discussing the matter among themselves.

"The assessment teams still haven't arrived."

The response from their clans was swift and one of bewilderment.

"Still? That can't be!"

The response from the seniors of their clans only made them even more anxious, and they frantically began requesting further details, but their seniors were just as in the dark as they were.

"Just keep waiting. Make sure you don't do anything reckless! Right now, it's more important than ever that you stay put and avoid risk as much as possible!"

This was the advice from everyone's clans, but it did nothing to assuage their anxiety.

***

Upon his return to the Virtue Manor, Fang Che eagerly hopped into a bath.

Now that he had a wife, he was taking his personal hygiene much more seriously.

Upon entering the bedroom, Ye Meng was in the process of changing the bedsheets, and Fang Che encircled his arms around her slender waist from behind as he whispered into her ear, "Did you miss me?"

Ye Meng fell forward onto the bed, already resigned to her fate.

Fang Che gladly fell onto the bed on top of her, ready to commence his nightly spear training session.

***

Before long, it was already midnight.

Ye Meng was gasping for air as she laid feebly under the covers, a dazed and exhausted look in her eyes.

"Why've you come to bed so early tonight? You're not going to cultivate?"

"I can skip cultivation for tonight. Right now, I can sense that my cultivation base..."

Fang Che's voice abruptly cut off mid-sentence as he noticed that Ye Meng had already fallen asleep.

Is it really that tiring? I feel like I could easily go a few more rounds...

Fang Che scratched his head with a perplexed expression, but seeing as Ye Meng had already fallen asleep, he could only rein in his primal urges.

With Ye Meng's warm and soft body next to his and the sound of her deep and even breathing beside his ears, a sense of security and serenity welled up in his heart, and he was overcome by a sense of immense satisfaction.

He closed his eyes as he delved into his own consciousness, and it was only now that he was truly examining Jun Lin's inheritance for the first time.

***

Hell was already close to fully taking shape. Its tip ‌gleamed a menacing back, and it was imbued with tremendous baleful qi, which was continuing to accumulate over time.

The Golden Horn Flood Dragon was greedily devouring baleful qi from the Formless Divine Jade, while the little fairy was gently stroking Hell with its little hands, and with each stroke, Hell's shaft became a little smoother and more refined.

The spearhead was over a foot and a half in length, and it was giving off a cold gleam.

Looking at the Formless Divine Jade, Fang Che thought of the pills and integration method that Xue Fuxiao had brought to him last time, and he was very much looking forward to reaching the prerequisite cultivation base, which Xue Fuxiao had stated to be somewhere around the fourth or fifth-rank King tier.

Ever since he obtained the Formless Divine Jade, it had seemed like its only uses were to release baleful qi and expand his consciousness. Aside from that, it didn't seem to serve any other purpose, but Fang Che knew that it had to have been more valuable than that. Otherwise, the Church of the Self-Righteous wouldn't have been so desperate to recover it.

Sure enough, it did indeed have other uses. The only problem was that he was still of an insufficient cultivation base to fully integrate it.

From there, Fang Che began to examine Jun Lin's inheritance, and he discovered that the inheritance consisted solely of a set of spear techniques, and nothing else.

In fact, it only consisted of nine spear techniques, as opposed to the full set of thirteen.

The attached mental note from Jun Lin read: "Of my thirteen spear techniques, which I had previously thought to be perfect, I've always felt four of them to be slightly lacking compared with the others. It was only after witnessing your perfect spear forms that I came to realize that those four techniques were not as perfect as I first thought, and thus, I have chosen not to include them in my inheritance to you as they would only lead you down the wrong path.

“As you can see, I have passed down only these spear techniques to you and none of my other battle techniques. You have chosen the spear, so remain loyal to it. My original intention was to pass down everything to you, but ultimately, I decided that would only distract you from what is truly important: the spear. Your 3,600 perfect spear forms are already enough for you to cultivate for the rest of your life."

***

Fang Che was completely dumbfounded.

Don't just go making these decisions for me! I need all the battle techniques I can get! I have so many identities right now, presumably with even more to come in the future, and I need a set of signature battle techniques for every single one of them!

Despite Fang Che's internal grievances, deep down, he knew that Jun Lin was right.

Furthermore, these nine spear techniques were already a massive blessing, and it would be ungrateful of him to ask for more.

One of Jun Lin's final requests was for Fang Che to attach the name of his spear to the spear techniques passed down to him, and in light of that, he decided to name the nine spear techniques the Nine Spears of Hell.

Fang Che went through the spear techniques in the intended order, starting with the First Spear of Hell.

Enclosed was only a simple description of how the technique was to be performed, but much greater depth was explored when it came to things like how to perfectly accumulate power, how to fully integrate one's energy, spirit, and essence, and how to use the surrounding environment to one's advantage, all for the purpose of maximizing the destructive power of the spear technique.

Sure enough, the technique was perfect in every way.

Fang Che carefully examined every aspect of the technique, down to even the finest of details.

What was most difficult about all of this was that a string of extremely meticulous adjustments had to be made in a tiny split-second before unleashing the technique, and it was extremely demanding on the user's execution.

As Fang Che visualized himself unleashing the spear technique, he could feel spear intent building throughout every single inch of his body, from the tips of toes all the way to the individual strands of his hair.

Feeling inspired, he quickly got out of bed, and not wanting to risk losing this flash of inspiration, he hurriedly made his way out into the courtyard without even wasting the time to put on clothes.