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Chapter 133 - 91 I, Yemo, Am a Loyal Servant【An additional - for Alliance Hierarch Haha-Hu’s mistake】

Chapter 133: Chapter 91 I, Yemo, Am a Loyal Servant【An additional Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Haha-Hu’s mistake】

Fang Che listened silently.

He only felt his soul shaken.

An instructor... In the eyes of others, within the Martial Arts Academy, it’s just about teaching students, nothing dangerous, quite comfortable.

But is it really so?

Who dares to say it truly is.

For instance, Bing Shangxue now uses her most painful experiences to imprint a deep mark on the soul of her student.

The earnestness of her intention is indescribable.

"This continent has a fate full of hardships."

Bing Shangxue slowly said, "Originally, it was just a struggle between good and evil, a difference in philosophy. Back then, I already felt the cruelty of Jianghu, but it was just that—cruel. After all, kindness and evil both exist within human nature, as do brutality and charity."

"I don’t know how many tens of thousands of years ago, even the heretical forces, even if they gained the upper hand and won territories, called for their people to be kind and benevolent; everything was moving toward order. No matter which side, after gaining power, it was the same. So it was considered an internal conflict."

"But from a certain time onwards, I don’t know when, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect emerged and everything changed. It was no longer a struggle between good and evil, but a battle for life and death."

"In the distant past, even the most iniquitous had no pleasure in slaughtering the innocent, it was a great taboo shared by both righteous and evil paths."

"But then it changed."

"Changed to the point that nobody recognized it anymore, fighting against the Wei Wo Zheng Sect gradually became like battling demon beasts of a different race; similar to how humans consider beasts in the wilderness as food, and the beasts do the same to humans. They were of different tribes, with different values, and the distinction between kindness and evil was gone."

"It became a juxtaposition of heaven and hell, survival and death."

"For so many years we studied the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, they..."

Bing Shangxue said with a soft but firm tone, "They simply don’t seem like normal humans. Or rather, not human at all. Everyone doesn’t understand how people can become so evil."

"They are like... just like..."

Bing Shangxue thought for a long time before saying with indignation, "...just like they were possessed by demons from beyond the heavens, and from that moment, they were no longer of the same human race as us."

Fang Che fell silent for a moment, unable to help feeling greatly in agreement.

Indeed!

The behavior of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, when measured against human moral standards, was completely inappropriate.

It was more like a battle between humans and wolves, beasts; so-called compassion, goodness, loyalty, responsibility... none of these virtues could be applied to them.

"We don’t understand, but we can still fight."

Bing Shangxue said softly, "Billions of people across the continent are fighting. Because if such demons were to rule the continent, it would be over."

"Our descendants, all of them, would be doomed."

Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "Yes!"

Bing Shangxue reached out and slowly stroked his hair, whispering, "Fang Che, we hope that you will live peacefully in the future, whether it be working well, living well, climbing the path of Martial Arts, or fighting on the battlefield..."

"But we have only one request, never swing your sword against the innocent!"

"The existence of ordinary people is the soil in which Martial Artists live. Although those ordinary people might not have the strength to truss a chicken, after you cultivate, you might be able to blow them away with a single breath. Weak, powerless, and easily slaughtered."

"But you must understand, all Martial Artists are born out of ordinary people. Including those who now dominate the Weapon List, they too are nurtured generation after generation from ordinary people."

"The so-called Martial Artist, no matter how prominent the family, its origins are from ordinary people."

"Fang Che, never underestimate ordinary people. They endure lives without hope, tirelessly laboring day after day. Among them, many possess resilience and toughness far surpassing that of so-called talented Martial Artists!"

"That is the true foundation of humanity!"

...

Fang Che carrying a jar of wine, went to the Dian ji Building.

As usual, he had a feast with Old Man Shen, and then went home.

He did this every two or three days.

To find books, to gain insights, to study Martial Skills, and then to listen to Old Man Shen talk about past events of Jianghu.

Old Man Shen lived up to his reputation as a treasure trove of knowledge, almost omniscient and well-informed; his breadth of experience was similar to Fang Che’s previous life—at least in terms of Jianghu anecdotes.

But his depth of knowledge was a million times that of Fang Che’s previous life.

Especially with regard to various secrets, he spoke with ease.

"After all, in my previous life, I was just a fighting grunt; other than battle, there was nothing else in my head. How could I possibly compare with such a scholarly talent?"

Thinking this way, Fang Che suddenly felt completely at peace.

As he was leaving, Old Man Shen said something in a drunken, bleary-eyed state.

"When you have more credits, when your cultivation is higher, you should try to enter the secret chamber of the Dian ji Building. Even if you can’t use them now, exchange for some profound Martial Arts skills, commit them to memory, practice them, so that you can consolidate energy in the future. This step may seem slow, not as fast as using credits to enhance cultivation, but in the long run, it’s better to slow down cultivation advancement temporarily in order to gain access to the high-level skills needed for consolidating energy."

"It’s very important!"

Walking back home, Fang Che felt a stirring in his heart with some plans.

In the yard, Ye Meng, who had just stepped out of her room, was completely satisfied.

She had just broken through to the Fourth level general, and her cultivation was increasing faster and faster.

Seeing Ye Meng smiling widely and looking very proud, Fang Che arrived home.

"What’s up? Have you broken through?"

"Yes, I’ve broken through, young master. I’m now a Third Grade Martial master."

Ye Meng had long been ready to make rapid progress in her fake cultivation, otherwise, if Fang Che thought she was a waste, unworthy of development, and sent her away, her undercover mission would fail.

After receiving new instructions, Ye Meng was very clear about how important her successful infiltration was to the Guardian.

Archives destroyed, headquarters rebuilt.

That spoke volumes.

The higher-ups were betting big on Fang Che!

So my value must be demonstrated.

"Martial master..."

Fang Che disdainfully said, "Your average hoodlum can’t beat you now, but what’s the use? You have to be at least a Wuzhong to be of any use. Otherwise, when I’m being chased by others, all you do is slow me down from escaping. You’re utterly useless."

"You see, when I took you in, I was just a Samurai, and now I’ve become an Innate Grandmaster. You should be keeping pace with me. Really useless."

"Oh, there is some use after all."

Fang Che nodded, "You could help the enemy hold me back, or be taken as a hostage by others to threaten me."

"So, with your little cultivation... hmph, if it’s not up to Wuzhong within two months, I’ll sell you into a brothel!"

Here we go again!

Ye Meng felt a headache coming on.

This guy’s cordiality never lasts more than five seconds.

"Keep training! Don’t you have a room to go back to and work hard in!"

Fang Che cursed as if he couldn’t make steel from iron, "After consuming so many Elixir Pills and treasures, even your poop must weigh ten pounds by now, and you’re still just a martial master. You’ve got some nerve being complacent."

He flicked his sleeve and went into the study.

Ye Meng pouted.

She hurried in to make tea and serve him.

"Why are you following me? Can you advance by following me?"

Fang Che’s words made Ye Meng stop at the door.

"This is infuriating!"

She returned to her own room, but then a thought struck her.

Eh?

Fang Che’s words ’You see, when I took you in, I was just a Samurai, and now I’ve become an Innate Grandmaster. You should be keeping pace with me.’ made Ye Meng ponder.

By that calculation, my own pace is indeed not fast.

So, it’s settled. I will show progress as an eighth or ninth rank martial master in the shortest time... and then smoothly advance to an ordinary Wuzhong. That should make sense.

Otherwise, if I remain weak and can’t keep up, I’ll never be taken seriously, nor will I come into contact with important information.

...

Fang Che returned to the study and took out the Communication Jade.

Inside was a message from Yin Shen Palace.

After reading it, he was taken aback.

A sub branch of the Yixin Sect?

Yin Shen Palace wants to give away an entire sub branch for my merit?

Fang Che was utterly confused.

Has Yin Shen Palace lost its mind?

I’m just a Wuzhong, although an Innate Grandmaster. But the title ’Grandmaster’ varies from person to person.

I surely can’t puff my chest out and call myself a Grandmaster in front of Emperor and King level experts?

And a sub branch is always guarded by at least a King level, and more than one at that!

"This is too much!"

Fang Che immediately responded to Yin Shen Palace, "Sect Hierarch, please reconsider your order. I am trembling with fear; our sub branch is so important, how can we just sacrifice it for my slight achievements? The effort and resources needed to rebuild a sub branch are tremendous, and there’s a risk of constant sabotage. How can we casually put such an established sub branch out there?"

In his heart, Fang Che knew Yin Shen Palace didn’t make this decision solely for his sake.

There must be another reason.

And once Yin Shen Palace has made a decision, it’s absolutely impossible to change.

In other words, the abandonment of the Baiyun State sub branch of Yixin Sect was already a foregone conclusion.

So this could not at all affect Fang Che’s eagerness to seize the opportunity to show his loyalty.

And his show of loyalty would certainly not affect the outcome of the sub branch being abandoned.

Sure enough, Yin Shen Palace was deeply touched in his heart.

He felt that Yemo was indeed my staunch confidant, and a true core member of the Yixin Sect.

Yin Shen Palace replied, "Throwing away a sub branch just to give you merit? You think too highly of yourself."

Fang Che replied, "Sect Hierarch, I don’t understand."

"Don’t worry yourself, and there’s no need for you to understand! Just follow elder Mu Gongfeng’s assignments to earn merits."

"Yes, Sect Hierarch. Still, it seems a bit of a pity."

Fang Che, fearlessly, sent another reply, indicating his ’concern for the country and its people’.

"Scram!"

Yin Shen Palace replied with a single word.

"Alright, your subordinate is rolling away very smoothly."

Fang Che sent a reply and quickly put away the Communication Jade.

Yin Shen Palace couldn’t help laughing and cursing at the reply in his study, "You little brat! You little rascal! Damn it, you dare to make fun of me! Grandma’s legs, do you really think of me as an elder!"

"I think of you as my junior, but you’re not quite there yet. If you don’t place in the top three of the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, I’ll really smash..."

He wanted to say I’ll really smash you to death.

But in the end, he changed it to, "...I’ll really smash your legs!"

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