Chapter 1266: Chapter 33: Healing Emperor Ye’s Poison [Double-Length] (3)

A complete Grand Circulation, finally finished.

Fang Che gently exhaled.

Fortunately, the situation wasn’t too bad, as the Night Emperor’s meridians remained intact and unobstructed.

Where the Infinite Scripture passed, it was like a thin luminous line, forming a thin pure line within the filthy meridian pathways.

Around the pure line, all toxins expanded neatly, squeezing, slowly being expelled.

The Night Emperor’s fourteen hundred and twenty-five toxic pustules all slightly swelled.

The Night Emperor trembled all over and said: "It’s effective!"

"It’s good to be effective."

Fang Che sighed: "Senior Night Emperor’s cultivation is too advanced. Although the cultivation was dispersed, this empty meridian is still not something my small Emperor level Spiritual Energy can fully carry and operate, it’s quite exhausting."

"Of course."

The Night Emperor said quietly: "However, with your ample preparation, it should be enough. You don’t even need to wait for the detoxification to finish; you’ve already learned my Nightmare Divine Technique."

"Does that mean I should call you teacher?" Fang Che continued practicing with a smile.

"I don’t want a Guardian as a disciple."

The Night Emperor said blandly: "However, having a little brother who is a Guardian is not bad. If you learn all my skills, perhaps in the future, you might save my life."

"Hahaha..."

Fang Che said: "Senior really doesn’t want to owe me any favors."

"You are mistaken."

The Night Emperor said: "A favor owed is a debt that can never be repaid in a lifetime. I teach you because I want to, not to repay a favor."

"Big brother is correct; it is narrow-minded of me." Fang Che said.

The Night Emperor showed a slight smile and said: "You change your address quickly."

"I learn Kung Fu even faster."

"Hahaha..."

The Night Emperor laughed.

But he hadn’t laughed for many years, and this laugh sounded very peculiar.

Yet his mood was very pleasant.

"Do you know why I accept you?" The Night Emperor asked.

"Certainly not because of the life-saving grace."

Fang Che said.

"You are right, I, Sikong Ye, am not someone who speaks easily. But today I am exceptionally forthcoming, not because of the life-saving grace."

The Night Emperor said quietly: "Firstly, your reason for saving me aligns with my purpose of rectifying the Underworld."

"Secondly, my mentor’s most prized martial art, I am unable to inherit, whereas you have the conditions to."

The Night Emperor, with eyes closed, said: "Because I am not suited for such open, large-scale combat style... Once your cultivation technique entered my meridians, I discovered that being open and forthright, sweeping away everything, you are indeed the perfect inheritor of my mentor’s martial arts!"

Fang Che’s Infinite Scripture circulated in the Night Emperor’s body for the third cycle, the Heavenly King Pill in his mouth had quietly dissolved one, while his left hand already grasped a Top grade Spirit Crystal.

Pure Spiritual Energy continuously entered the body from the Spirit Crystal, while the Spiritual Energy of the Heavenly King Pill exploded in the Dantian as though swiftly filling.

Constantly exerting influence.

He asked: "Then, what is big brother’s mentor’s combat style? What weapon did he use?"

"Halberd!"

The Night Emperor said plainly: "My mentor was once hailed as the world’s number one halberd! Now the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Kuangren Halberd, ranked fourth on the Cloud Weapon List, couldn’t withstand a hundred moves from my mentor."

Fang Che’s breath became chaotic for a moment.

Even the Night Emperor sensed it: "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing." Fang Che said: "Since his old master was so formidable, why was he injured?"

"He didn’t say."

The Night Emperor said in a deep voice: "When I asked him, he said, my talent could not support avenging him. Even if I cultivated to my utmost, avenging him would only mean death."

"So he didn’t tell me at all. All these years in Jianghu, I also couldn’t find out what formidable opponent the Dragon God Spear faced back then."

"Is the old master’s name Dragon God Spear?"

"Indeed. Dragon God Spear Hai Yunduan is the mentor’s name."

The Night Emperor, in a tone full of nostalgia, said slowly: "That is my mentor, also my belief!"

He groaned in pain.

Who knows if it was because the toxins inside were being forced out or because he mentioned his mentor.

After the Infinite Scripture circulated five cycles within the Night Emperor, all fourteen hundred and twenty-five pustules around his body swelled.

Emitting billowing black air.

This is the most agonizing moment.

The Night Emperor endured, motionless.

During such times, in recent years, it requires the desperate exertion of Spiritual Energy, assisted by countless Heavenly Treasures, and takes two days and nights to reach this state.

Moreover, by this stage, there’s basically no surplus strength; it necessitated his elder brother, Sikong Dou, to pierce each of more than a thousand pus-filled sores with a sharp knife.

To release residual poison and pus, to barely keep living.

But this newly acquainted brother just circulated his Spiritual Energy for five cycles and achieved it.

Moreover, there was a sense of itchiness at the head of each abscess.

This is the feeling one has right before they burst.

He suppressed the joy in his heart and quietly endured.

Trying hard to appear calm.

The Emperor Ye never trusted anyone, never joined any organization, never showed kindness to anyone, always acted alone...

But today, upon hearing Fang Che’s purpose for saving him, he immediately recognized this person.

And believed him unconditionally.

Even the Emperor Ye himself felt it was a bit destructive to his image.

But that overwhelming sense of approval from the bottom of his heart was irresistible!

He even proactively acknowledged a brother.

In the past, he rarely exchanged so many words even with his elder brother, over the years they hadn’t spoken as much as he did with Fang Che today, yet he had no complaints.

So now, the Emperor Ye felt truly awkward.

"I wonder if Fang Che has heard of those legends about me... If he has heard, it would be so embarrassing for me..."

The Emperor Ye thought silently to himself.

During the sixth circulation of Spiritual Energy, a faint White Mist had risen from Fang Che’s body; fine beads of sweat appeared on the wings of his nose.

Puff.

A very faint sound.

It was the largest abscess on Emperor Ye’s back that spontaneously burst, flowing pus trickled out.

All over his body where the abscesses were, he felt an intense itchiness.

But Emperor Ye forcibly held his composure.

His image might be ruined, but he couldn’t let his dignity go. If he couldn’t resist the itch and trembled slightly, or shivered all over... that would mean losing even his dignity!

Fang Che frantically pushed the Infinite Scripture, it was his first time being so desperate.

But considering that this desperate attempt might bring peace to the Southeast Underground World, even the entire world’s underground for tens of millions of years...

He dared not slacken at all.

His determination was wholehearted.

He had already turned six pieces of Top-grade Spirit Crystal into powder in his left hand. And the Heavenly King Pill in his mouth, had been opened into the second piece.

The Infinite Scripture had been circulated to the tenth cycle!

Emperor Ye’s body had over a thousand abscesses all burst apart!

It looked utterly terrifying.

Yet at this moment, it was critical not to stop, nor allow any external interference.

These abscesses must not be squeezed; any external force would cause the poison flowing outward from the center to instantly reverse!

Moreover, with Emperor Ye’s cultivation completely dispersed now, the weak power that protects the Heart Vein cannot resist the return of over fourteen hundred sources of intense poison!

Instant invasion of the Heart Vein would mean immediate death.

So starting now, it became even more impossible to stop. If Fang Che stopped channeling Spiritual Power, the same dire result would occur!

Sikong Dou, who couldn’t hold back any longer, widened his eyes to watch.

His forehead was already covered with dense beads of sweat, too nervous to breathe!

His brother’s life depends on this moment!

Before this, neither of the brothers thought that their lives would actually need an Emperor Level ant to provide them air and expel poison!

Such an incredibly absurd thing actually happened right in front of them!

Seeing Fang Che’s face pallor, Sikong Dou immediately left, and then returned, pressing a bottle opening against Fang Che’s mouth.

Fang Che opened his eyes: "??"

Sikong Dou lifted the Jade Bottle in his hand.

Fang Che felt a rich, fragrant, and viscous substance entering his mouth, his eyes lit up, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled fiercely!

Gulp, a large mouthful entered his mouth, swallowed down immediately, feeling immediately that the Elixir Field Spiritual Energy burst and surged up.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body was filled with power.

All lost energy was unexpectedly fully replenished with that single gulp and even surpassed far beyond it.

Sikong Dou immediately withdrew the Jade Bottle.

His face showed an expression of incredible heartache: "Damn, damn, damn... you’re really impolite!"

"What kind of good stuff is this?"

Fang Che was inwardly craving.

With just that one gulp, not only was the lost power replenished, but it also spread throughout his limbs and bones, like waves flooding over, complementing his entire body, further continuously reinforcing his foundation.

And judging by this, it would take a long time to fully digest this energy!

It was actually good stuff to improve Innate Foundation!

Unable to resist licking his lips.

Glancing sideways at Sikong Dou, an expression of disdain in his eyes: "Stingy, give me one more mouthful."