So they could only...

By the time the two actually got dressed and out of bed, the sky had gone dark again...

Ye Meng looked exhausted, her legs trembling: "Beast..."

"Come on, let’s go out and get something good to eat."

Fang Che, full of energy, got up and even went to the yard to practice with Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, and Flying Knife, going through them all once. Then, he practiced the swordsmanship moves demonstrated by those young women from various Outer World Mountain Sects at the tournament, as much as he could remember, to solidify them.

He especially focused on those from the Netherworld Palace and Qingming Palace.

Even though it was just the form without the mental method, he still practiced with diligence.

It might come in handy one day.

Those talented disciples might not even realize that there exists such a prodigy in the world who can remember their own sword moves after just one demonstration.

Of course, Fang Che didn’t memorize everything, but remembering those from the three sects was already his limit.

Netherworld Palace, Qingming Palace, Xuehua Palace; as for Baiyun Palace and Ziyi Palace, he only remembered a few moves which weren’t really useful.

After one practice, he felt his breath smooth and harmonious, his Dantian full, indescribably satisfied.

The dense fog in his Dantian was squeezed by the clouds, leaving only half; but he was already on the brink of breaking through to the Fourth Grade King level.

After the Infinite Scripture broke through the second layer, Fang Che felt an earth-shattering change in himself.

His senses became sharper, and his mind became clearer and more settled.

And his cultivation level rose much faster.

Even though he still didn’t know how many levels the Infinite Scripture had in total, Fang Che had this kind of open-mindedness: however many levels there are is fine!

Whether it’s a hundred or a thousand levels, it doesn’t matter.

Starting from practicing as a Samurai, in the First Level he actually persevered to the level of Second Grade Martial King.

That’s almost seventy levels of ordinary cultivation techniques on the Continent! 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

This breadth of advancement really left Fang Che in awe.

After breaking through, Fang Che tried, while operating within Ye Meng’s body, he could already suppress the Dan Tian Spiritual Power to a certain extent.

Moreover, after leaving, he could still maintain the suppression for a while afterward.

But this period of time wasn’t very long.

But it was enough.

Fang Che was very happy, at least, there was hope to suppress the Five Spirits Gu. Something that was basically impossible at the First Level before.

It’s estimated that in the Third Level... he could perfectly suppress it.

He might even help others refine the Five Spirits Gu in their bodies, which wasn’t impossible.

Ding Jie Ran’s problem seemed to be solvable at a glance, but practicing himself should still be more diligent.

Looking at Ye Meng beside him, Fang Che felt relieved.

Actually, dual cultivation is also practicing, not delaying, not delaying.

But since it’s cultivation, it shouldn’t be neglected either.

Ye Meng was now at the Third Grade Martial Marquis. Such speed was not acceptable, he had the responsibility and duty to help her improve her cultivation level as quickly as possible.

What if she dragged her feet in the future?

Ye Meng noticed his gaze, turned to look, and saw a wolf-like, tiger-like gaze. She immediately tensed all over, shivered, and quickly turned her head away.

Suddenly feeling sore and aching all over again...

After dinner, Fang Che very considerately accompanied Ye Meng shopping, and they even ran into a few senior sisters from Baiyun Martial Academy. Seeing Fang Xiaohua shopping with a woman, they all gathered around and chattered.

Then Mr. Fang became a man shopping with a group of women.

While shopping, they ran into a few street patrol subordinates from Guardian Hall; hence Mr. Fang’s entourage expanded again into a mixed party of men and women shopping together.

Wherever they went, a mighty group followed.

They kept shopping until the moon and stars were sparse, only then did they part ways.

A rare relaxing outing.

Ye Meng was very happy, her mood particularly high-flying.

Returning to the room with the purchases in her arms, she tidied up and tried on each item.

Fang Che then went to the backyard to practice again, tirelessly rehearsing Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, and Flying Knife over and over.

When it came to the sword, Fang Che was a bit troubled.

The spear is named Netherworld.

The saber is named Nether Lord.

What should the sword be called?

And what’s amazing is, the materials of the Sword and weapons are similar, all possessing that kind of ’Underworld’ aura; and like the spear, they carry Evil Qi, making them even more formidable.

Leaving Fang Che lost in these ghostly weapon names, unable to extricate himself from the strange loop.

"A sword is a gentleman among weapons, a gentleman naturally is an emperor, so the sword, let’s call it Nether Emperor!"

Nether Emperor.

The name was set.

Now Fang Che’s Sword, Spear, Saber all had names.

Netherworld, Nether Lord, Nether Emperor.

Great.

Mr. Fang carried his Sword, Spear, Saber out the door, feeling like he had a myriad of ghosts accompanying him.

Leading a mighty entourage...

"How many people must be killed to live up to these three names..."

Mr. Fang fell into contemplation.

As midnight approached, he wiped his sweat, put down his weapons, and went to take a bath, the sound of water splashing...

Ye Meng heard the sound of bathing, was startled, immediately got into bed with a start, pulled the quilt over herself, closed her eyes, and let out a faint snoring sound.

Indicating: I’m already asleep, don’t disturb me.

Fang Che came in after his bath, hearing the faint snoring, seemingly sleeping soundly.

Couldn’t help but chuckle: "Seems really tired, surprisingly already asleep."

So he went to bed and lay down, muttering: "That’s not right, this girl doesn’t snore, how come she is snoring today?"

Ye Meng, with her eyes closed, her expression still, subtly quieted her snores.

"So you weren’t asleep..." Fang Che turned over.

"Spare me... tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow we’re going back to Bibo City... mm-mm... beast..."

...

Early the next morning.

Fang Che carried his saber and had a sword strapped to his back, all other items stored in the basement of Scholar Residence.

Riding a pair of splendid horses, one black and one white, he and Ye Meng set out from Scholar Residence, embarking on the journey home. Little did he know, Fang Qingyun was a hundred miles ahead on the same path, also on his way home.