Even wanted to stick together from dawn till dusk every day.

The only flaw was that Ye Meng's endurance was too weak. Often, Mr. Fang had not yet had his fill, while on the other side, her eyes were already closing.

Moreover, since taking the Yin Yang Fruit, even... well, they could practice martial arts and progress rapidly. Moreso, in a mutual effort, striving together.

This added even more fun.

The Guardian Hall knew Mr. Fang was about to participate in the selection, so naturally, he was given time off to hone his martial arts.

So Mr. Fang left the Escort Agency and went home to study spear techniques with Ye Meng.

This study session went on diligently into the night.

Night lights came on.

Ye Meng finally managed to prop up her tired body and prepared a meal.

The two sat at the dining table to eat.

Ye Meng's hand trembled, almost unable to hold the chopsticks.

"Should I feed you?" Fang Che asked with concern.

"No, no, no!"

Ye Meng was startled.

Feed?

This feeding would definitely lead to trouble... hurriedly shoveling rice into her mouth.

Even using Spiritual Power and Inner Breath to control her wrist.

Making herself appear dexterous and quick, appearing very normal.

Really scared now.

"I seem to have broken through to Eighth Grade Martial Marshal now."

Ye Meng whispered.

Fang Che perked up: "This method is indeed effective!"

Ye Meng was startled and said: "Advancing too quickly, it's a bit unstable. It's better to take it slow."

Fang Che was indifferent: "It's okay, I'll feed you some moves later, have a little spar."

So after eating, the two sparred in the courtyard for an hour.

Ye Meng was depressed for an hour.

Because this guy had no intention of showing tenderness whatsoever, starting with a furious onslaught.

Hit from head to toe three or four dozen times.

Finally, he disdainfully said: "Hurry and heal the swelling, you don't look good now."

Ye Meng walked towards the room in a huff, only to hear from behind: "Watch out for sneak attacks..."

Received a kick to the backside. The Sand Falling Goose Style directly made her land on the bed.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Ye Meng pounded the pillow frantically, her baby-fat little face puffed up like a hamster in anger.

Originally you hit me, now as your concubine, you still hit me.

Just got off my bed and you've already hit me like this.

Moreover, under the guise of sparring...

Fang Che walked in with a box of precious ointment, saying: "Come, let me apply this, dissolve the bruises, heal faster, your combat experience is really lacking."

Ye Meng pouted, thinking, those lethal moves, I knew they'd pose no threat to you, but instinctively didn't use them.

You, on the other hand, selectively hit my backside, shoulders, thighs, abdomen, and chest a few hundred times.

Sullenly hummed a tune while lying on the bed, saying nothing.

But Ye Meng soon realized why Fang Che specifically targeted those places.

"Take off your clothes, without doing so how can I apply the medicine?"

Mr. Fang righteously said: "Hurry, if left too long there will be scars."

Saying this, without any further commentary, tore open her clothes, and forcibly started to heal.

Healing, healing... and it turned into another activity...

...

After a long while.

Mr. Fang dressed alone and went to the back courtyard for spear training.

Ahem, Gate of Netherworld. The serious kind.

Ye Meng had already drifted into sleep.

Fang Che checked the time, it was already the start of midnight.

Another hour until the chou hour.

Fang Che held the Divine Attribute Metal that had already formed more than ninety-five percent of Netherworld, standing in the nocturnal breeze in the courtyard.

Then he quietly put away Netherworld.

Took the long spear from the courtyard.

The spear shaft tapped the ground lightly, and the whole person floated up gently, like drifting clouds reaching the treetops, then as if riding the wind, flew away.

To be frank, he didn't want to go.

But... Dong Changfeng was, after all, a Guardian senior expert, specifically requested a meeting, and used such a secretive way to keep it confidential for Fang Che.

Fang Che had no choice but to go.

He could even guess what Dong Changfeng wanted him to do.

In an instant, he was in the northern part of the city. The city walls were right in front of him on the way out.

A leap and he could be out of the city.

But Fang Che suddenly felt a thrumming heart, an intense terror suddenly rising from the depths of his heart.

He couldn't help but pause his steps.

The long spear stood on the city's edge, only feeling his heart getting more restless, more afraid, with a trembling sensation of imminent death.

"What is going on?"

He stood high, gazing in all directions.

Yet found nothing.

Stars dotted the sky, the bright moon hung in the heavens, the gentle breeze blew, clouds drifted.

Where was there anything unusual?

But the crisis in Fang Che's mind did not diminish at all.

While he was wondering, he heard a voice slowly say, "Why have you stopped?"

This voice came from behind his head, even feeling the breath of the speaker blowing his hair.

Fang Che's soul nearly fled his body.

Swiftly turned around: "Who!?"

Then he saw in front of him, stood a man in white.

Amidst the full head of black hair, strands of white were interspersed, a coarse white robe, thin stature, a pair of eyes glittering like ghost fire. The face was gaunt with prominent cheekbones and hollowed cheeks.

Yet stood straight.

As if a zombie from ancient times had emerged, but a zombie that, whether standing or lying, was eternally upright.

Hands behind his back, wearing ordinary black cloth shoes.

A pair of ghostly eyes gauged Fang Che.

Just looking at him, Fang Che was not short, nearly the same height as the white-clad figure in front of him.

But the white-clad man's eyes remained high up, distant and lofty.

As if... a god from above the Nine Heavens looking down indifferently on the mortal world.

At this moment, Fang Che's heart ceased to beat uncontrollably, blood froze in his veins.

Could not breathe at all.

He recognized this person in front of him instantly.

Though in his past and present life combined, he only saw this person once.

Yet, this person belonged to the kind who, having seen once, despite a thousand lifetimes, drinking the Soup of Forgetfulness countless times, couldn't be forgotten!

White Bone Shattering Dream Spear!

Duan Xiyang!

Blood Sea and Solitary Boat, White Bone Spear; Desolate Winds, Bitter Rain, Break of Setting Sun; Pierce through Ten Thousand Mortal Dreams, Shattered into a Spear Point of Fragrance. — Sui Meng Spear, Duan Xiyang.

Suddenly before Fang Che's eyes!

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