Chapter 1264: Chapter 33: Healing Emperor Ye’s Poison [2-in-1]

The black-clad man following Sikong Dou exuded a sinister aura. Even though it was broad daylight, seeing this man still felt like taking a step into the graveyard at midnight.

He possessed a kind of heavy momentum, which the ordinary person might not perceive, but Fang Che, being someone inherently brimming with killing aura, could sense it clearly.

It felt like a sea of condensed killing aura—vast and boundless, yet deep and silent.

Fang Che’s heart shook intensely: Just how many must this person have killed to cultivate such an ocean-like killing aura?

The man entered the courtyard and slowly raised his head to look at Fang Che.

Fang Che saw clearly.

It was those eyes... lifeless like those of a dead fish.

"It’s you!"

The man’s voice was hoarse: "You wield the sword well, boy."

Fang Che stood up: "Lord Emperor Ye."

"What Emperor Ye is there now, but merely a dying man."

Emperor Ye spoke deeply: "No need to mention old titles."

"With me here, Lord Emperor Ye’s wish to die might be a tad difficult."

Fang Che laughed heartily, saying: "Where shall we begin?"

Sikong Dou said: "Enter my domain; it’s safer."

"Hold on a moment."

Emperor Ye’s deadfish eyes fixed on Fang Che’s face, cautiously: "Is that all you ask?"

Fang Che nodded solemnly and said slowly: "Just that!"

Emperor Ye nodded slowly, scrutinizing Fang Che’s face with those deadfish eyes and spoke, deeply: "You resemble someone. In appearance and even in this aura."

"Who?" Fang Che tensed inwardly.

"Someone surnamed Fang, but he died thousands of years ago."

Emperor Ye sighed and said: "He was my best friend."

Upon hearing ’died thousands of years ago,’ Fang Che’s heart eased, and he laughed: "That’s truly destiny."

Emperor Ye lightly sighed and then said: "Did the Guardian send you to heal me?"

Fang Che replied sternly: "Today, I came here—you know, I know, and he knows. After today, I won’t mention it again."

Emperor Ye fell into silent contemplation.

Fang Che understood what he meant by asking this; if he admitted to being sent by the Guardians, Emperor Ye would likely leave immediately.

He wouldn’t accept favors from the Guardians.

He would equally refuse the benefits from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Even if refusal meant death, he’d rather die.

Fang Che inwardly admired: This man has been tormented by poison for over two thousand years, knowing full well that with his martial prowess and status, he could recover instantly by bowing to any power—but he carried on, preferring two thousand years of living hell rather than to submit!

He couldn’t help but admire, sighing: "His Majesty Emperor Ye is a free man. I don’t intend to change that."

The words ’free man’ had barely left his lips.

Emperor Ye squinted his eyes, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth, and spoke softly: "Sharp."

Fang Che smiled: "Then shall we start first? We can talk after it’s done, yes?"

Emperor Ye nodded slowly: "Alright."

He turned to look at Sikong Dou: "Brother!"

Fang Che couldn’t help but feel startled: Brother? This...

Sikong Dou was already hopping anxiously, angrily: "Get on with it! Stop dawdling!"

Saying that, he unfolded his domain with a whoosh, sending the two inside.

Earlier, when Fang Che arrived at his courtyard, he hadn’t even unfolded his domain, just used a soundproof barrier; now, he’d even brought out his domain.

Fang Che only felt a white expanse before him and couldn’t help but marvel: "The older generation of experts indeed all have their tricks and are sufficiently cautious. Entering the domain truly leaves no room for error."

Emperor Ye rasped: "What caution, he’s not cautious at all. He’s worried that outside when I heal, if I release my suppressed aura, he’d catch my scent and lose his appetite forever..."

"..."

Fang Che was utterly dumbstruck.

But upon pondering, it made a lot of sense. Sikong Dou’s concern indeed served as a reminder to me.

Thus, he said: "Hold on."

Then immediately took out Ye Meng’s handkerchief, simply tied it, and in front of Emperor Ye, covered his mouth and nose, tying it carefully from behind his head, saying: "The smell indeed isn’t great."

Due to covering his mouth, the voice was somewhat muffled.

Emperor Ye’s pupils widened: "..."

He really wanted to curse a few times but couldn’t muster the energy.

"How do you intend to cure my poison?"

Emperor Ye asked.

"Lord Emperor Ye misunderstood; before detoxifying, you haven’t yet agreed to my terms."

Fang Che replied earnestly: "Even though you asked outside if that’s all, and I answered just that, such words don’t equate to agreement. These matters require prudence."

"Your conditions are no problem." Emperor Ye said gently: "They’ve been my lifelong wish."

"Oh?"

Emperor Ye’s deadfish eyes looked at Fang Che, saying: "Sikong Dou is my elder brother, my direct brother."

"Hmm, hmm?" Fang Che responded without realizing.

How did the topic shift here?

"My brother and I, after our parents suddenly died, were left destitute and were caught by the underworld. Brother was trained to steal; I refused and got beaten daily..."

Fang Che suddenly comprehended.

So, this is how the legendary Thief Shen began, trained from such a young age, truly didn’t lose on the starting line...

"Later, my brother stole from a senior who turned out to be in the same trade, recognizing my brother’s talent, he took him away."

"Meanwhile, I continued to be tormented inside until later when I was sent out to beg, I escaped and met my master in a rundown temple. My master was gravely injured at that time, accepted me as a disciple, and taught me for three years."

"Then he told me one thing: live your life doing what you want, be a free man."

"And he died."

"That’s why I won’t join the Guardians or the Wei Wo Zheng Sect. I want to be a free man."