Chapter 554: Chapter 140: I Was Ambushed by Dongfang 33 [Ten Thousand Words]

The soul particles and Yin Qi left in the air were all completely devoured by the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.

With the nurturing of the Evil Qi from the Divine Ancient Jade, the comfort of the Divine Attribute Metal, and its daily interactions with the little elf, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon has grown fast.

Now, from being a little over a foot long when it first arrived, it has grown to almost three feet.

The horn on its head is also getting longer.

However, as soon as Fang Che makes any move, Little Jiao immediately returns.

Recently, due to the little elf getting the name ’Netherworld’, Little Jiao got a bit emotional, so Fang Che had to explain: that it’s because the elf is integrated with the spear.

"I’ll find a chance to get you one, and then you can name it," Fang Che promised.

Little Jiao’s anticipation was extreme.

But after making that promise, Fang Che was also troubled.

"Where to find it?"

Every piece of Divine Attribute Metal surely has a spirit living in it.

Although Little Jiao has progressed rapidly, it still wouldn’t be a match if it enters someone else’s territory.

If it dares to be reckless, it can be counter-devoured.

So it could only be postponed... Maybe in the future there will be a way?

In the next four days, Fang Che sparred with Ye Meng day and night.

Fang Che began full-scale Sword Training.

Flying Sky Saber, Hen Tian Blade, Heaven Supporting Sword.

He started to vaguely modify various Blade Techniques using the Perfect Blade Form.

The powerful Hen Tian Blade and Heaven Supporting Sword became even stronger; the less powerful Flying Sky Saber was fully enhanced.

After all, Mr. Fang of the Guardian Hall uses a sword!

This should not be mixed up.

The Blood Spirit Seven Swords and Netherworld were temporarily sealed.

They were practiced in his mind and thoughts, to be reconsidered after these times.

Four days later.

Fang Che accompanied Ye Meng to report to the Guardian Hall, preparing to set off.

Ye Meng’s appearance caused a sensation.

"Mr. Fang brought his wife, how beautiful! A Heavenly Immortal..."

Everyone from the two Steward Halls rushed out to watch.

Fang Che, wearing a black deacon’s tight-fitting outfit, with a large cloak of dark gold dark patterns outside, walked with starlight shimmering, only revealing the Deacon Gold Star on the collar, reflecting brightly.

With Purple Jade as a crown, Star Shining hairpin, only a strand of black hair drifting down the left.

He had a face like a jade crown, lips red and teeth white, nose like a jade pillar, eyes like stars, stepping in shiny black War Boots made from spirit beast skin. His tall stature was like a jade tree facing the wind, handsome to the extreme.

Ye Meng was in white, her face stunningly beautiful, a slight hint of baby fat adding a touch of adorable charm. Her figure was naturally perfect, neither too full nor too thin; exquisitely balanced in every proportion; her shoulders seemed carved, her waist as slender as a string; bright eyes like water, hairlike mist, white teeth and red lips, a peerless grace. She held an ethereal demeanor like a Fairy walking in the sky, aura like the clouds of the Nine Heavens.

Compared to Fang Che, she was shorter by a head, yet standing beside him, they looked infinitely compatible.

One was peerless elegance, the other was otherworldly beauty.

An ideal couple made by heaven, a perfect pair made by earth.

A gentle breeze blew, making Ye Meng’s white dress hems and hair drift slightly, as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal descending to the Mortal World. It seemed like none of the Mortal World’s dust dared to taint her, fearing to spoil this peerless grace.

Just standing there, she gave people the feeling of being the most beautiful dream in the night, reachable yet unattainable.

Everyone in the Guardian Hall was stunned.

In this world, there was actually such a beautiful woman.

Zhao Ying’er rushed out, and upon seeing this scene, her face turned deathly pale.

Jing Xiuyun came out to greet them, glanced at Zhao Ying’er’s face, sighed lightly in her heart, smiled, and approached, "Mr. Fang, today’s outfit is really handsome... Who is this, Mr. Fang, such an extraordinary beauty not found on earth, could she be your sister?"

Fang Che gave a slight smile, looked at Ye Meng with pampering eyes, and told everyone, "Let me introduce you all, this is my wife, Xiao Meng."

Wife!

Zhao Ying’er’s face turned so white it had lost all color.

She bit her lip hard, looking back and forth between Fang Che’s face and Ye Meng.

Looking back and forth.

Ye Meng vaguely felt a threat, but smiled gently and said softly, "Hello everyone."

Her cheeks reddened as she took Fang Che’s hand, holding only one finger.

In front of everyone, doing so required all of her courage.

"Good, good, nice to meet you, sister-in-law," Ping Shansong called out loudly, bowing first. This King-level figure from Hanjian Mountain Sect had now become a staunch supporter of Fang, the Chief Steward.

So staunch that he ignored right and wrong.

If Fang Che said, "The sun is really black today,"

Ping Shansong would say, "Indeed, this sun is the blackest in many years."

If Fang Che said, "Human heads are square,"

Ping Shansong would argue, "Since when are heads round? They’re all square!"

Lame Hong Er muttered softly, "Never seen one that’s square..."

So Ping Shansong grabbed lame Hong Er and meticulously beat him for 15 minutes, noting swelling locations differently, applying uneven force, ultimately beating lame Hong Er’s head into a cube before stopping.

He then exhibited it, arguing sincerely: "See, with some effort, everyone’s head can be square. If it were an enemy, I’d have used a sword to cut it square and neat."

Such staunch support!

Under Ping Shansong’s lead, the two halls simultaneously shouted, "Nice to meet you, sister-in-law."

In a chaotic scene, two tears fell to the ground, and Zhao Ying’er disappeared into the crowd.

Fang Che’s expression remained unchanged.

Jing Xiuyun glanced at Fang Che, then at Ye Meng, sighed. In her mind, she thought: Mr. Fang is truly ruthless.

She quickly went after Zhao Ying’er.

Fang Che’s mood was unmoved.