The Yin Shen Palace narrated the entire situation, then spread its hands and said: "…That's how it is. Then after I scolded him, I guess this kid's confidence was hurt, he didn't dare to make any decisions on his own, and whenever something came up, he came to ask me, letting me make the call. I'm the Sect Hierarch, but now he treats me like a Leader."

Mu Lin Yuan looked at the records and smiled bitterly: "Sect Hierarch, I don't mean to criticize, but your reaction to this matter was indeed over the top. Your hint was very obvious, it can't even be called a hint, it's more like a direct instruction. It would be strange if Yemo didn't think this way."

"You told him to find a backing, but where could he find one so easily? Yemo is just a relative of a Ninth level Family; who could he possibly know? What could he use to find one? It's nothing but utilizing the resources he has on hand."

"Either it's Divine Power Essence, Healing Divine Pill, or Inspiration Divine Pill. Apart from using these, others wouldn't take notice of him."

"As it happens, you hinted at it, and he conveniently had them by his side, they were good for him, and coincidentally those items were urgently needed by the opponent... wouldn't he hurry to cling to someone strong? Naturally... without anything to offer, why would anyone be his backing?"

"Then he found a backing, but you scolded him afterward."

Mu Lin Yuan spread his hands and said: "Sect Hierarch, this matter… haha, I think... the kid is quite good. On the contrary, it seems the Sect Hierarch overreacted, and now the kid doesn't dare do anything."

Yin Shen Palace's face darkened: "You mean I'm not as good a master as you?"

"Subordinate wouldn't dare. But subordinate believes..."

Mu Lin Yuan sighed and said: "... Sect Hierarch, the young eagle has grown, just let him fly by himself."

Yin Shen Palace also sighed: "Alright."

"And also."

Mu Lin Yuan reminded: "Sect Hierarch, you took him as a disciple, you can't just teach him the Blood Spirit Seven Swords, right?"

This reminder really stunned Yin Shen Palace.

He slapped his thigh and said: "Right, I haven't taught him anything! This matter... it slipped my mind."

"..."

The expressions of the three elders were truly a spectacle: "Sect Hierarch, you're really a rare kind of master."

Took a disciple like a precious treasure,

But forgot to teach the disciple anything, did you take a disciple just to pamper and continue your lineage?

Under the peculiar glances of the three, even an Old Demon like Yin Shen Palace felt embarrassed.

"What are you looking at!"

Yin Shen Palace flared up in anger: "Did you finish today's work?"

The three timidly nodded and hurriedly withdrew.

Yin Shen Palace finally let out a breath, still feeling his face slightly hot.

"Damn it… I've never taken a disciple since I was young… truly inexperienced, let me sort some things to see what I can teach."

Yin Shen Palace hurriedly went into the study.

From outside, Mu Lin Yuan and the others could be heard laughing heartily from afar, clearly mocking me?!

Yin Shen Palace suddenly wanted to give Yixin Sect a good shake-up…

...

Fang Che felt that his crisis had truly passed.

Because Yin Shen Palace suddenly sent a message: "Come back earlier tonight, I'm thinking about teaching you some martial arts, can't just learn the Blood Spirit Seven Swords."

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Che expressed gratitude.

Grumbling in his heart.

I thought Yin Shen Palace wasn't going to teach me, it was only upon seeing the phrase 'I'm thinking about teaching you some martial arts' that I realized, this old geezer never even thought of teaching disciples.

In other words, he has no experience, which implies he never took a disciple before.

"I actually encountered a novice. And I broke in a novice."

Fang Che grumbled to himself.

This old guy now realizes this point, probably because someone reminded him.

It was another quiet day.

Calm and peaceful.

In the afternoon, Fang Che finished his duties and was heading back.

Still, the same long alley.

Up ahead was a tall wall, blocking the sunlight, causing the snow on this side to remain hard and frozen.

After leaving the Guardian Hall, this was a road Fang Che was familiar with, one he had to take.

But today, just as he was about to walk in, suddenly he felt a chill down his spine.

He turned around and without hesitation, walked back.

Suddenly, the sound of wind whistled from overhead, coming from behind.

The force was strong and heavy, Fang Che quickly judged it was unbeatable.

The wind carried a bloody scent.

Fang Che knew the opponent was forcing him into the alley, but at this moment, he had no choice but to enter.

His body spun rapidly, like a high-speed rotating gyro, into the alley. Simultaneously drew his blade, with clangs, using the spin to block the ambush inside, only feeling his arm go numb, and two figures dropped from the high walls on both sides of the alley, their weapons glinting coldly.

Fang Che blocked two strikes, his body soared into the sky, but above him, blade shadows fell immediately.

Fang Che, in mid-air, kicked off one wall with a boom, at the same time, let out a long howl.

With a clever move of his left hand, sent a rocket flying three zhang forward, immediately soaring high.

With a bang, it exploded mid-air.

Meanwhile, Fang Che roared like thunder, continuously drawing his blade to fend off the ambush.

But he felt his cultivation being severely suppressed and rapidly drained.

These weren't enemies at Marshal level!

There were four in total!

Dressed in white, faces covered with white cloth, blending with the snow and ice.

Not a word spoken, sword and blade flying, hidden weapons raining.

Their cultivation was much higher than Fang Che's.

With a boom, Fang Che's body was sent flying seven zhang away, finally gaining some distance, fresh blood trickling from his nose and mouth, several places on his body had bright hidden weapons sticking out.

"Who are you?! Demon Sect's Marquises? Daring to ambush the Guardian Hall's Steward, such audacity!"

Fang Che shouted fiercely, his voice echoing long.

He wasn't expecting answers, just hoping his voice would spread out.

"Steward Fang has been quite impressive, slaughtering so many of us, do you think you can survive?"

One of them said darkly.

"Why waste words! Kill!" The four rushed up together.

All four attacked at once.

They were already annoyed, with such a tight assassination, this kid could still send off a rocket, which wasn't a good sign.

A quick resolution was needed.

"His cultivation isn't high, overwhelm him with spiritual power!"

One shouted.

The other three simultaneously realized, retracted their swords and blades, and fully unleashed Heaven Splitting Palm.

Fang Che roared, suddenly a surge of killing aura and evil qi burst out from him like a tide.

Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique!

Hentian No Eye.

With a rumble, the sword energy clashed with the opponent's palm force, all four stepped back, looking at this youth full of evil qi in horror, feeling their minds shaken, scalp numb, and even their backs cold!

Such heavy evil qi!

Fang Che's body wobbled, already severely injured, fresh blood continuously flowing from his mouth.

The four were deadly, the space quivering from Heaven Splitting Palm directly compressed Fang Che's body.

This was different from sword and blade moves, purely overpowering with force.

If there were only one or two, despite the difference in cultivation, Fang Che could still hope to escape.

But now there were four.

And Fang Che's current identity was Steward Fang, unable to use Blood Burning Skill.

Once used, the consequences were unimaginable.

He only hoped, for reinforcements to come soon.

A Dan Yun Healing Pill was swallowed, feeling his body recovering rapidly while the four continued attacking.

Heaven Splitting Palm again.

Swords and blades attacked together.

Countless flying needles and darts, spinning, covered the sky like a swarm of bees, attacking Fang Che.

Fang Che shouted fiercely.

Hentian No Eye!

Hentian No Sound!

Two moves, slashed out with all strength from the dantian, killing aura filled the skies!

In the distance, a long howl echoed.

Someone was rushing over with a speed like tearing cloth.

With a boom, the forces collided, an explosion sounded. A section of the high wall collapsed.

Fang Che's body went flying like a torn sack.

Before Fang Che lost consciousness, his divine sense wavered.

"Little Jiao!"

"Go!"

The four didn't hesitate, leapt up and disappeared. The Golden Horned Flood Dragon closely followed…

Fan Tiantiao descended from the sky: "Where do you think you're going?"

But the opponents had already become black dots in the distance.

And here, Fang Che was in tatters, unconscious.

Fan Tiantiao couldn't afford to chase them, he knew Fang Che's safety was paramount.

No room for mistakes!

He rushed over to see, Fang Che was still breathing, over twenty cow hair needle-like pins covering his body, and several flying knife markings pierced through his body.

Several bones were fractured.

But strangely... Fang Che's breathing was steady, and the injuries were gradually healing.

It was due to the Dan Yun Divine Pill he took, which only had time to display a bit of its power before being injured again, naturally, the remaining medicinal power transferred to heal the new injuries...

"This kid!"

Fan Tiantiao clicked his tongue twice, carefully pulling out the cow hair needles from Fang Che, noticing the needles were a blue tinge, clearly poisoned.

But Fang Che showed no sign of poisoning.

"So many good items on him."

Fan Tiantiao muttered.

Then busily worked.

With a whish, Chen Ru Hai landed down as well: "How is he? What happened? This is... Fang Che? What happened to him?"

"Attacked. He's killed too many from the Demon Sect recently, it's a retaliation."

Fan Tiantiao rolled his eyes.

"...Damn it!"

Chen Ru Hai rolled his eyes: "Damn...This world..."

The last part swallowed back.

"No choice, let's send him home." Fan Tiantiao said.

"Do you know where his home is?"

"We used to be neighbors..."

"Hell!"

People gradually gathered, seeing Steward Fang seriously injured, they realized, recently, Steward Fang had attracted too much attention, killed too many, and drew the Demon Sect's revenge.

Silently.

Everyone's eyes were filled with flashes of anger.

"Get back to your duties."

Fan Tiantiao cradled Fang Che: "Steward Fang isn't in life-threatening danger. Rest assured."

"Yes, Vice Hall Master."

The crowd dispersed.

Fan Tiantiao carried Fang Che towards Fang Che's Scholar Residence.

Along the way, felt Fang Che's aura growing steadier in his arms from weakness.

Sighed at the Demon Sect's benefits, such healing Spirit Pills, even our Guardian Hall doesn't have...

...

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