Chapter 1012: Chapter 245: Yan Beihan Robs Fang Che [Ten Thousand Words] (Part 4)

"Oh no!"

Dongyun Yu was startled.

How could this Eldest Lady of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect be so formidable! Just look how Feng Yun casually resolved the battle earlier... Dongyun Yu couldn’t help but feel anxious. Can we really win?

With a clash, Fang Che staggered back, his leg not cooperating, as he unexpectedly tumbled: "Hold on!"

"What’s this?"

"Dongyun Yu, what do you think? Should we give it or not? If not, come help me fight!" Fang Che said.

The blame was swiftly shifted over.

"Fang Che, maybe... we should just give in."

Dongyun Yu’s face twisted: "We can’t beat them."

Upon seeing Yan Beihan’s move that sent Fang Che down, Dongyun Yu felt a chilling realization.

We are completely outmatched.

If the opponent goes crazy and snatches the ring, wouldn’t we end up bald like in the Underworld?

"Since Brother Dong says to give, how could I refuse."

Fang Che could only sigh, and handed over a medium-sized root: "Moreover, Eldest Lady Yan and I had a brief encounter during the Youth Friendship Battle. Eldest Lady Yan desires everlasting youth, and this contribution is something I, Fang Che, can still make. I hope Eldest Lady Yan accepts it with a smile."

Having said that, he took two steps forward and handed over the Big Mountain Yam.

Yan Beihan looked stern, her beautiful eyes glancing around, then turned back to Feng Yun, secretly transmitting, "Do you have any left?"

But she spoke loudly and coldly, "Don’t try those tricks, I have no ties with your Guardians, being friendly won’t help! Don’t think giving me this is doing me a service, it’s not that kind of situation."

Fang Che laughed heartily, nodding repeatedly: "Eldest Lady Yan, rest assured, I am not so petty. When faced with robbery, one must accept the reality of being robbed."

Yan Beihan felt relieved, took the True Soul Yin Yang Root, snorted, and said, "Smart choice."

Then she asked, "Feng Yun, does this really have beautifying effects?"

Feng Yun said, "Of course, but... it’s best to hand it to me; I’ll refine it for you, ensuring satisfaction."

Yan Beihan retorted angrily, "What use would that be? I’m taking it back to cook with. With vinegar, sauce, isn’t it delicious?"

Feng Yun was dumbfounded: "Little Han, it’s not meant to be used that way."

Yan Beihan stubbornly replied, "That’s how I want to use it."

She was joking.

Yan Beihan could hand over the True Soul Yin Yang Root she dug up, but this one, she would never give away!

She had made up her mind.

She would eat it once she got out!

Even if she had to eat it raw, she would chew it up!

In any case, she had to eat it before Fang Che’s wife Ye Meng did!

That scoundrel, surely thinking of taking it back to pacify his wife!

Humph!

Such degenerates! Wolves! Shameless!

This treasure, used to please a wife? To hand over to the Guardians would be a substantial contribution! That Yemo is too tangled in personal affairs, I must bring him to his senses.

I’m doing what’s right! Not being willful, nor envious!

Yan Beihan found excuses for herself while storing the True Soul Yin Yang Root into the Space Ring, walking back leisurely. Her heart was filled with satisfaction and pride: I’ve scored a major victory!

Meanwhile.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongyun Yu let out a long breath too. He was genuinely worried Fang Chen wouldn’t yield and would fight.

Then he would have no choice but to face the opponent with Fang Che, even knowing they were no match.

Fortunately, fortunately, no fight broke out. Saved a life.

Feng Yun carried himself gracefully: "Mr. Fang, apologies."

"No problem."

Fang Che smiled wryly: "Outmatched, plus Eldest Lady Yan already gave me face, I, Fang Che, know how to be sensible."

From afar, Yan Beihan snorted through her nose.

Feng Yun smiled lightly, stepped closer to Fang Che, and spoke quietly: "Mr. Fang, since you’ve given the True Soul Yin Yang Root to Little Han, as for your impersonation of me robbing the Underworld, let’s not divide the spoils, okay?"

Fang Che frowned: "Young Master Feng, what do you mean?"

Feng Yun calmly said: "In perfect darkness, where one cannot see, there’s only one who can flawlessly mimic my voice, tone, demeanor, and aura. And that person is the one most eager for me to clash with the Underworld."

Fang Che laughed: "Young Master Feng is indeed astutely unrivaled."

Seeing him confess, Feng Yun’s eyes showed admiration, though regretful: "Mr. Fang, it’s unfortunate your starting point is too low. Otherwise, you’d truly be my adversary. But, I still believe you will become my lifelong rival as things advance."

He chuckled softly: "I look forward to it."

Fang Che smiled: "Thank you, Young Master Feng, for valuing me. But since Young Master Feng saw through it, why not explain? Taking the opportunity to absorb the Underworld, or lay groundwork for future dominance—wouldn’t that be a convenient move? Why instead follow my wishes?"

Feng Yun smiled lightly, saying in a relaxed tone: "The Underworld was wronged, Yin Yunxiao didn’t explain, only thought of forcing submission before clarifying; why? For the sake of the Underworld name. It’s about face, not Yin Yunxiao’s face, but the Underworld’s face. If Yin Yunxiao explains, it’s showing weakness, collapsing the Underworld’s stage. He dares not! So then, am I, Feng Yun, lesser than Yin Yunxiao?"

"Mr. Fang, I don’t believe this escapes you." Feng Yun smiled at Fang Che: "I must follow your plan, because the Wei Wo Zheng Sect stands behind me, and I cannot collapse this stage, cannot lose face."

Fang Che sighed: "Young Master Feng is forthright, speaking truthfully. Yes, in Jianghu, one’s identity positions correspond to their burdens. Perhaps ordinary people would just explain when wronged, but those in high places cannot. For right and wrong lies in strength, not in words."