After training the juniors, Feng Guohai came over to Fang Che, his smile warm and sunny, his handsome face full of admiration: "Fang Che? I am Feng Guohai."

"Hello, Brother Feng."

Fang Che quickly returned the courtesy.

This form of address made all the little quails look up in astonishment.

What does that mean? We call him uncle and you call him brother? You’re just up to no good.

"Do stay in touch."

Feng Guohai laughed heartily, giving Fang Che a token: "If you have time, come to the Northeastern Region; I will be glad to host you and show you the unique scenery of the northern landscapes."

"I will go." Fang Che smiled.

"Even if I’m not there, with this token, you can still get things done over there."

"Okay."

"If you consider a transfer, I can help. The Southeast is actually not as good as the Northeast over here, where the vast lands offer great potential."

Fang Che understood.

This person was actually here to recruit him.

"What position does Brother Feng hold in the Northeast?"

"Northeast Headquarters, Chief Steward."

Feng Guohai smiled and said: "Actually, our positions are the same."

"Brother Feng, you’re joking. I’m just a Chief Steward of the Guardian Hall, how can I compare to you?"

"Hey, positions carry no rank or status."

After chatting with Fang Che for a while, Feng Guohai left.

He was just here to plant a seed and make face-to-face acquaintance with Fang Che; naturally, when things arise in the future, they could cooperate.

This was a gesture and a signal.

He understood, so he came; Fang Che understood, so he accepted.

...

After Feng Guohai left, seeing the looks from Feng Xiangdong and the others, Fang Che smiled slightly: "Nephews, get up and sit down, don’t squat, it’s uncomfortable."

"Damn!"

Feng Xiangdong and the others jumped up: "This bastard is really cocky, acting all high and mighty in front of us, Sis-in-law, move aside, we need to beat him up!"

Ye Meng stifled her laughter and moved to the side.

Immediately... the group pounced like wolves and tigers, engulfing Fang Che in an instant.

Arriving at the Guardian Headquarters in Kan Ke City.

When Fang Che got off the Flying Boat, he was almost in a state of ’disheveled clothes, hairpins askew and hair messy’.

His hair had been tousled into a bird’s nest.

The god-like elegance was utterly gone.

He looked like a beggar who had been beaten up a thousand times by eight hundred people.

Others walked alongside him laughing and joking, not sparing him a glance.

Having been brothers for so long, you dared to call yourself uncle and wouldn’t let it go, who else would they beat if not you?

Ye Meng supported Fang Che and scolded: "Why provoke them? They have the numbers and power, and you’re insisting on being a generation higher, isn’t that asking for trouble?"

Fang Che replied weakly: "Even if beaten a hundred times, I still want to be their uncle; it’s a matter of principle..."

Ye Meng couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes turning into crescent moons.

She then recalled how during the friendly match, Fang Che had shown his best side in front of so many women, strutting like a peacock showing off his feathers.

Her sympathy immediately turned to annoyance, and she reached out with her small hand and pinched a piece of soft flesh at his waist.

Twisting it hard, she said angrily: "Those girls are all very pretty, aren’t they? Especially that Holy Daughter from the Netherworld Palace, who even came up to show off to me..."

"Hiss hiss hiss..."

Fang Che cried out in pain: "Let go, hiss, let go, hiss... You little girl, can’t you learn something good? Always picking this up..."

Ye Meng snorted, applying more force with her hand: "Do I need to learn this? It’s a natural talent. Oh, I forgot, what’s the name of that Holy Daughter?"

"Lan Xinxue."

"You remember so clearly!"

Ye Meng felt a surge of jealousy, using more force. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Fang Che endured the pain and whispered to Ye Meng: "Tonight, we practice spear training, all night."

Ye Meng was startled and immediately released the soft waist flesh, rubbing it with her hand, murmuring: "Don’t you have a celebration banquet tonight... I’ll just go to bed early."

"Hmph, no early sleep! You wait!"

Fang Che said triumphantly.

That night, there really was a celebration banquet.

But the Supreme elders merely attended, raising a glass collectively and then hurriedly leaving.

Then it was chaos and mayhem.

As champion, Fang Che received the most toasts, and whenever he tried to escape, Feng Xiangdong and the others would hold him down together, all shaking their heads: "We won’t drink for him."

"Gulp gulp..."

Fang Che ended up filled with alcohol.

When he went back to his place that night, his belly was like six months pregnant, sloshing as he walked, the sound of waves like a turbulent sea inside...

Returning with his bulging belly, Ye Meng was startled: "How come you drank so much."

"Shh."

Fang Che raised his index finger.

Then placed his hand on the side of the tree, and with a flow of energy, his whole body steamed with heat as a stream of clear liquor flowed out from his index finger, whooshing...

But...

Just after flowing for a while.

Fang Che suddenly found himself without support.

The Spirit Fruit Tree had uprooted itself in disdain, its trunk wobbling like two legs, shuffled about six paces away before it replanted itself.

"Holy crap!"

Fang Che was astonished.

This... even the tree runs?

He didn’t know that this Spirit Plant, growing in the extremely hard Kan Ke Mountain for tens of thousands of years, already had Spiritual Sense.

And this Tianxuan Tree detested alcohol most...

The tree moved away, leaving only Mr. Fang with his index finger extended, spurting like a certain small convenient thing...

Ye Meng blushed as she brought out a big basin.

Fang Che hurriedly turned his finger, directing it all into the basin, no, aiming it into the basin, no, pouring it into the basin.

The whole place was filled with the scent of alcohol, white mist rising.

Before long, he felt invigorated.

"The prizes have arrived, ten thousand Divine Crystals."