A single voice echoed in his mind: "Damn! Struck gold! Struck gold! Struck gold!"

In an instant, he thought that if Dongfang Sansan were to see these resources, he’d probably jump for joy, right? These are resources from the Yin Yang Realm that the Guardian has never had before.

Imagining Dongfang Sansan’s joyful expression, Xue Fuxiao couldn’t help but smile even wider.

Then, he glanced at the Space Ring of Dongyun Yu, finally suppressing his excitement: "Damn, so little!"

Actually, Dongyun Yu got quite a lot from stealing and robbing, but compared to the mountain in Fang Che’s Space Ring, it was far, far from enough.

So, Xue Fuxiao finally managed to look disappointed.

He shook his head and sighed: "After all, still inexperienced, seen too little; too few people entered, isolated in strength, just collected some wood, to be ridiculed by everyone, to be laughed at."

He sighed and shook his head, looking melancholic, saying: "Just pieces of wood, alas, would Emperor Ziwei like to check them?"

Emperor Ziwei gave a bitter smile, not even wanting to laugh.

Can he even inspect them?

You took them all, how am I supposed to check?

Just about to shake his head and say there was no need, he heard Duan Xiyang next to him saying ominously: "An inspection is necessary, I’ve never seen wood from the Yin Yang Realm. Just a chance to broaden my horizons."

Xue Fuxiao got furious, saying: "Take out the wood from your Eldest Lady Yan’s stash and let us have a look."

Duan Xiyang said: "No need to see mine, but yours definitely needs to be checked. I and Emperor Ziwei cannot trust you."

Xue Fuxiao flared up in anger, glaring at Emperor Ziwei, and said: "Ziwei, you don’t trust me?"

Emperor Ziwei kept lamenting.

He understood, these two old guys already had people of their own emerging, nothing attached anymore, so now they started causing trouble for him.

I just admire how these two sworn enemies could cooperate so well, damn it, teaming up to mess with me!

He quickly cleared his throat, saying: "Brother Xue, Brother Duan, what are you talking about? I absolutely trust Brother Xue and Brother Duan. Whatever is said, whatever happens, as long as you two say it, I believe. If you say it’s wood, then it’s wood; if it’s not wood, it’s still wood. If you say it’s feathers, then it’s feathers; if it’s not feathers, it’s still feathers."

He ultimately couldn’t resist throwing a sarcastic jab.

Damn... I’ve got a temper too.

Really think I’m a soft target to be picked at will?

I’ll splash you with persimmon juice!

Duan Xiyang clearly wasn’t satisfied, still wanting to escalate the issue.

Xue Fuxiao said: "Fang Che, you should recognize the Chief Duan of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, right? You should have seen him last time. Aren’t you going to salute him? Despite our different stands, being blood enemies; this one salute can at least ensure your life in the Jianghu in the future." Followed by Fang Che obediently turning around to salute: "Junior Fang Che, salutes Chief Duan."

Duan Xiyang remained silent for a moment, coldly saying: "What’s a younger Guardian saluting me for?"

Fang Che replied: "Chief Duan’s prestige shakes the world, being a Jianghu senior, regardless of friend or foe, simply because of Chief Duan’s accomplishments, he deserves respect. Of course, mutual respect doesn’t affect meeting in battle, if this junior is fortunate to achieve something in life, I still hope to seek advice from Chief Duan on the battlefield."

Duan Xiyang squinted his eyes, saying nothing.

Seemingly trying hard to suppress the annoyance in his heart.

After all, being provoked like this by a younger Guardian in public, Duan Xiyang probably wasn’t too pleased.

A moment later, he ominously said: "You have spirit, just for these words, I’ll spare your life once in the future."

He didn’t turn his head but coldly said: "Feng Yun, did you hear that?"

Feng Yun quickly bowed from behind: "Feng Yun obeys. If Fang Che ends up in my hands in the Southeast, I’ll fulfill Chief’s promise!"

Fang Che coldly replied: "Young Master Feng, in the Southeast, if you fall into my hands, I’ll spare you once too!"

Head-to-head confrontation.

Everyone understood Fang Che’s meaning: Lord Xue had spoken, what I want is Duan Xiyang’s chance, not Feng Yun’s.

These cannot be confused.

Duan Xiyang coldly looked at Xue Fuxiao, completely ignoring Fang Che, and said to Xue Fuxiao: "Only once!"

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily: "Escaping once under Chief Duan’s hand is enough already!"

A whirlwind rose in the sky.

The Yin Yang Sect suddenly disappeared with a whoosh.

Without any warning, it vanished.

Only then did everyone react: This end of the Yin Yang Realm, that spectacle of myriad stars, black air filling the sky and white light shooting upwards, why didn’t it appear?

Just these plain doors and it was over?

It was truly an anticlimactic ending.

Dongyun Yu was a bit dumbfounded, Lord Xue only called for Fang Che, why not me.

So he bowed and saluted: "Dongyun Yu salutes Lord Xue!"

Xue Fuxiao also felt he had overlooked someone, there were two emerging, how come he only greeted one, this was not very fair on his part.

So he warmly said: "Dongyun Yu, are you from the Dong Family?"

"Yes, junior is from the Dong Family’s young master."

Dongyun Yu was very polite, well-mannered, and very graceful, with a handsome face and tall stature, clearly a good child at first sight.

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily, to alleviate the awkwardness of not greeting properly earlier, he therefore spoke in an especially familiar tone: "Your Dong Family is indeed full of talents, I heard that from your Yun generation, there’s a guy who even gives your ancestor headaches, is he your clan brother?"

Dongyun Yu froze.