Chapter 491: Chapter 130: Should I Call You Starlight or Yemo? [Ten Thousand Words]

Ever since finding a wife, I feel that the previous "full-body shock of spiritual energy" isn’t quite as clean.

Need to wash up a bit.

After washing, when the body is covered with water droplets, then doing a "full-body shock of spiritual energy" again, and it’s perfect.

Entering the room, Ye Meng was diligently making the bed, with a flick of the sheet, it laid flat and smooth.

But she was embraced from behind by Fang Che, who whispered warmly in her ear: "Did you miss me?"

Completely softened, Ye Meng collapsed onto the bed.

Fang Che followed and laid down, saying: "Came back early today, just in time to practice some spear."

Ye Meng: "..."

...

A long time later.

It’s already midnight.

Ye Meng, breathless and exhausted, buried herself in the covers, her starlit eyes blurred, and said: "...Why are you back this early today? Not going to cultivate... huh?"

"No need to go, I feel I’ve already..."

Fang Che paused, sensing something amiss, turned to look, only to see Ye Meng with her eyes closed, breathing softly... already asleep.

"Was it that tiring?"

Puzzled, Fang Che scratched his head: "I didn’t even feel satisfied..."

But since Ye Meng had fallen asleep, Fang Che had no choice but to hold back himself.

Covered the quilt, lay beside her, feeling the warmth of her gentle body, hearing the soft breathing, and a faint fragrance in the air.

An overwhelming sense of peace and tranquility arose.

At that moment, his heart felt infinitely satisfied.

He closed his eyes, and his spirit sank into the Divine Sense Space.

...

Until now, he finally began to truly examine the Junlin Inheritance.

Previously, he didn’t dare to check; if any aura was exposed and discovered, it would be troublesome.

Now, this time exclusively belonged to him.

The mind settled.

The Netherworld was almost complete, with the spear tip dark and shiny, containing a heavy Evil Qi, constantly being poured in.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon lay on the Divine Formless Jade, absorbing the divine essence within the Evil Qi...

The little elf reached out its tiny hand, gently stroking the Netherworld.

Each stroke made the spear body slightly smoother.

The spear blade was a foot and a half long, shimmering with a cold light.

Fang Che gazed at the Divine Formless Jade, recalling the Elixir Pills and fusion methods Xue Fuxiao brought him, full of anticipation.

King level fourth and fifth rank, I await.

Since obtaining this thing, aside from using some Evil Qi and expanding the Divine Sense Space, it seemed to have no other purposes, but since Wei Wo Zheng Sect was so eager to find it, Fang Che was certain it wasn’t just for that.

As expected, there were other benefits as well. It was just that his current cultivation was insufficient, unable to fully integrate it yet. Fang Che eagerly awaited the day he could fully integrate it.

Then Fang Che began to browse the Junlin Inheritance.

Spear Technique Inheritance.

He then discovered, it truly was solely a Spear Technique Inheritance—nothing else.

Just nine perfect spear moves, not even any of the other four imperfect moves.

Junlin’s handwriting states:... Your cultivation technique doesn’t need alteration, nor do you need to explore other martial art moves. Once you’ve chosen the spear, stay true to it.

I intended to pass down all my life’s learnings to you, but doing so would only hinder your progress in spear training.

Three thousand six hundred spears are enough for you to cultivate for a lifetime.

...

Fang Che, upon reading, couldn’t help but feel dumbfounded, even causing his mouth to twitch uncontrollably.

I need it.

How did you know I don’t need it?

I already hold many identities, not knowing how many more in the future, needing many martial techniques!

With just one sentence, you erased all of it for me.

But Fang Che also knew that someone like Junlin, his opinions were very solid. And what he said was also correct.

Moreover, even if Junlin regretted wanting to teach him, there was no more opportunity.

It had already become a fact.

Fang Che could only accept it.

Nameless Nine Spears.

Looking at this name, Fang Che felt a bittersweet sensation in his heart. This spear technique should have had a name, but Junlin changed it himself.

Because he believed that descendants had already forgotten him.

A peerless hero, yet didn’t receive the honor he deserved.

Fang Che let out a long sigh, recalling Junlin’s request.

"My spear technique is nameless, in the future, once your spear technique takes form, truly comprehend, name it ’Netherworld’, how about that?"

Fang Che’s gaze was firm.

Word by word: "From today on, the Nameless Nine Spears shall officially be renamed ’Junlin Spear Technique, Netherworld Nine Kills’!"

As his divine thought shifted, the four characters of ’Nameless Nine Spears’ gradually transformed into ’Netherworld Nine Kills’.

Fang Che slowly turned the page.

What came into view was the first kill of the Netherworld.

Fang Che observed carefully.

It only provided a simple description of the spear’s thrust, yet detailed the simultaneous operation of all parts of the body, how to perfectly gather strength, and channel one’s momentum, Killing Formation, Killing Aura, how to blend with one’s Divine Thought, soul cohesion, intention fusion...

How to utilize the surrounding Earth Formation, situation, and the Heavenly Formation of the sun and moon’s tides... and how to drive and integrate them.

Only after integrating everything, was this spear to be thrust out.

"Every spear thrust is perfectly invincible!"

Fang Che pondered deeply.

All this fusion of momentum gives the impression that one must perform countless actions before thrusting this spear seems feasible.

But in reality, it’s not.

It’s when the thought arises, the spear thrusts.

In this infinitesimally short time, all adjustments must be completed, carrying all the overwhelming momentum, and instantly thrusting out!

"Before the spear thrusts, the body harmonizes with heaven and earth, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers... all moving with me. When the spear thrusts, everything simultaneously crushes over."

"The chill of the spear tip flashes, but the power of that flash is the condensed force of the heavens and earth, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers."