Chapter 1092: Chapter 265: Just Because the Mortal World’s Wine Is Potent [Ten Thousand Words]

"This kind of flag, I still want more, the more the better!"

The ancestors said solemnly.

He walked up to Dongyun Yu and looked him over carefully, saying: "Not bad, skin aside, he’s a good son of our Dong Family."

He instructed: "Hang up the flag, write down how it came to be next to it. Make the characters for Dongyun Yu bigger!"

Dongyun Yu suddenly felt his throat being blocked.

He couldn’t speak for a long while.

After a while, he finally said: "Ancestor, today, you finally did something humane."

Everyone’s expressions twisted, both annoyed and amused.

The ancestor twisted his ear in a circle and laughed heartily: "The ancestor did something humane today, you too, should do more humane things in the future."

For the first time, Dongyun Yu felt that having his ear twisted was actually so comfortable, and he smiled with a cocked head: "Alright!"

He was full of confidence, chuckling: "Let the Guardian Headquarters hang our Dong Family’s flag too in the future!"

Everyone laughed heartily.

This guy was talking nonsense again.

...

Fang Che, having nothing to do and learning that the trainers from the Yin Shen Palace and Yixin Sect would take many more days to arrive, decided to take Ye Meng home for a family visit.

Bibo City, it had been a long time since he’d been there.

He specifically went to Baiyun Martial Academy to find Fang Qingyun, wanting to go back together, but Fang Qingyun shook his head like a wave drum.

No matter what he said, he wouldn’t go back.

Because he knew, every time he went home with Fang Che, there was absolutely no good outcome for him.

At least a beating, was definitely unavoidable.

Fang Che had no choice but to leave Fang Qingyun some cultivation resources only enough for one person.

Fang Qingyun, embarrassed with a face flushed red, didn’t want to accept.

"I’m the brother! I’m the brother! Always taking the cousin’s... My face..."

This time, it was not done behind others’ backs.

Everyone jeered together: "What face do you need in front of your cousin?"

Finally, being bothered by Fang Che, he caught him and opened his mouth, then stuffed two elixir pills inside.

Then, with a wave of his hand, spiritual energy turned into water, forming a line... Yes, just like you imagined, it felt like someone was peeing from above... feeding it into the cousin’s mouth.

Everyone cheered in unison: "Fang Xiaohua, what skill! This line is indeed impressive, without Pure Yang Child, there wouldn’t be such a curve!"

Followed by laughter.

Letting go of Fang Qingyun, Fang Che said: "Since you’ve already eaten those two pills, you might as well take the rest, taking two is taking, taking more is still taking."

Everyone happily shouted: "Fang Xiaohua makes a good point."

Fang Qingyun, with a face full of grievance, had no choice but to accept.

Solemnly said: "Alright then, I’ve received some news that there’s Heavenly Beauty Flower in the mountain where you will go to train, I’ll pick two for you."

The Heavenly Beauty Flower can also ensure a woman’s youthful appearance, but a single flower can only maintain it for two years.

Ye Meng has already taken the True Soul Yin Yang Root, and naturally doesn’t need this low-level Heavenly Beauty Flower.

But Fang Che was overjoyed: "Really? Is there really? Then you must get it for me, Ye Meng has been bothering me about this for a long time."

Ye Meng, at the outer edge of the crowd, smiled radiantly: "Thank you, cousin!"

Fang Qingyun, beaming with joy: "It’s the least I can do."

The feeling of being able to do something for his cousin filled him with indescribable happiness.

Instantly feeling proud, he laughed heartily: "Make sure to be careful on your way back home this time, don’t show off, stay at home a few more days, I’ll get the Heavenly Beauty Flower, and won’t accompany you back, but I’ll send it over once I get it."

Finally, the dignity and grandeur of being an elder cousin were restored.

"Cousin mighty!"

Fang Che laughed: "Then we shall head back..."

"Go, go."

The two laughed heartily together.

Fang Che took Ye Meng and mounted the horse, heading out of the city.

With the two’s cultivation, they already didn’t need to ride horses now; their movement technique speed, far faster than horseback.

But Ye Meng insisted.

Because every time they went home before, they traveled by horse, making Ye Meng feel like it wasn’t really going home without riding a horse.

Fang Che naturally had to satisfy her.

So the horse hooves clattered, passing through the landscapes of time, filled with laughter and gentle wind.

The journey was incredibly peaceful.

For Fang Che, it was a rare chance to relax the most.

The crisis from Wei Wo Zheng Sect had been resolved, his position stabilized; for the time being, both the Yemo and Starlight businesses were thriving.

His cultivation was also deepening day by day.

Materials, whether for practicing, introspection, healing, divine soul, or physical body... all the resources given by Yan Beihan and Chen Yin, Feng Xing were more than sufficient.

At the Guardian side, openly, temporarily under assessment; in reality, not lacking any work done.

The chaos at the Outer World Mountain Sect had already laid its foundation. Two out of Five Sects of Southeast have already been removed.

Returning to Bibo City this time and then back to Baiyun State, the next Chapter will be another journey.

This is a rare break.

And this break was dragged out by Fang Che himself using Jun Lin’s autobiography.

Fang Che felt an unprecedented lightness in his heart.

But at the same time, he felt an unprecedented heaviness.

Because the road ahead will be much harder to walk compared to the previous one!

The trees stood tall on both sides of the road, the green grass lay like a mat, wildflowers bloomed like a tapestry, the breeze stirred the grass, and the white clouds floated by.

Fang Che couldn’t help but hum a tune.

"I am not a hero, unwilling to move with the clouds;

I am not a hero, only wishing for a peaceful life;

Living in the mortal world, I leisurely dream;

Trapped in the countryside, I hold a cup and admire green leaves and red flowers;

Not seeking wealth and glory, only wishing for peace at home.

But when the floodwaters rage, and the flames blaze suddenly;

Though alone, I stand firm, though weak, I can stop the crumbling of mountains;

When the sky falls and the earth cracks;

I am not a hero, yet I must act with force.

When evil spirits roam the world, fleeting and obscure;

I am not a hero, yet I can wield a sword until dawn.

I am not a hero, yet I wish to stain the sky with my blood.

Where the vast sea flows and smoke dances, amidst the world’s peace and happiness;

Then hold a cup again for a light drunkenness, with dreamy eyes, singing of heroes in a prosperous world.

I am not a hero, yet I must act with force, only because of deep feelings for the mortal world.

I am not a hero, yet I must act with force, only because the world’s wine is strong."

He rode the horse with his hands tucked in his sleeves, his body moving forward with the horse’s trot, feeling indescribably carefree, indescribably relaxed.

He squinted his eyes, seemingly looking ahead, but actually seeing nothing, only feeling the scenes of the past flicker by, silhouettes of people floating by.

Tang Zheng, Zuo Guanglie, Ren Chang...

Fang Che walked all the way, humming all the way.

His face was calm, the quiet storms passing silently between his brows...

Just like passing under a tree, the shadows on his face appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.

Light and dark played on his face, flickering with the dappled tree shadows, changing with the galloping horse.

Fang Che leisurely held his sleeves, letting the horse gallop freely.

Ye Meng knew Fang Che’s mind had entered a unique realm at this moment, only silently leading the way ahead.

The horse’s hooves were crisp.

Shattering the silence of the mountains and forests.

The singing was leisurely, but also merged with the eternal charm of the mortal world.

In front of Fang Che, not far away, a group of people and horses were quietly traveling through the mountains and forests, thirty or forty people, moving quickly, but silent.

They did not take the mountain road, only weaving through the forest.

No one spoke a word.

Everyone was silent.

As they were advancing rapidly, they passed by Fang Che, separated by the mountain forest.

Suddenly, someone in front frowned, as if they heard something.

Brow furrowed, they continued to listen, the further they went, the clearer it became.

It seemed someone was singing softly.

But this song...was somewhat familiar.

Listening carefully, they only caught a vague line.

"...I am not a hero, yet I must act with force, only because the world’s wine is strong."

The leader’s face changed suddenly, abruptly stopped. Arms shook, rising into the air.

In the air, turning head with effort to look.

They only saw, not far away on the main road, two riders leisurely moving, in no rush, heading in their direction.

Everyone stopped at the same time, some who were moving quickly couldn’t stop and rushed out dozens of feet before returning.

"Fourth Brother, what’s wrong?"

Someone asked in surprise.

Fourth Brother was a rugged and burly man, with temples already gray.

A long, square face, eyes filled with wind and frost.

He seemed undoubtedly old.

But now, it was as if struck by lightning, he stood in a daze.

In his eyes, longing, delight, surprise, shock, emerged like a tide, standing at his original spot, motionless.