Lord of the night.

Chapter 1341 "...Ninth Brother!" [Two Chapters Combined!]

To make it easier to torment these eight guys, the old devil did not choose to live in the main hall.

Instead, he lived in a large courtyard of a prominent family in the city that had just been cleaned up.

The old devil has very high requirements for where he lives.

Elegant pavilions and terraces, rockeries, ponds, and flowing water... all these are essential!

But in this elegant and picturesque courtyard, the old devil actually built a huge latrine on the edge of the training ground.

This was something that Xue Huanhuan and the other eight people found extremely difficult to understand.

However, once the cesspool was completed, they immediately realized: it was built to hang us! In short, this was hell specifically built for the eight of us!

Each of them felt an overwhelming sense of regret, as if their intestines were swollen, at the thought that they, along with eight others, had been directed to painstakingly create a massive cesspool for themselves.

The old devil's own residence, however, was a place filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

Normally, I never come to this latrine; I just monitor it with my divine sense.

But that whip covered in barbs could suddenly fly out at any moment.

A sharp pain, a contraction of muscles and nerves, a disruption of spiritual energy, and suddenly the head is submerged in the excrement. If there's a struggle or a scream, the ordeal becomes even more unpleasant...

Once you start spitting out, you'll basically spit out for a whole day: because once you spit out, your spiritual energy becomes unbalanced, and you'll continue to plunging downwards with each thud due to the elasticity of the rope...

One must have complete coordination of the whole body, a perfectly balanced spiritual energy, a completely calm mind, and a composed nerve in the face of any change.

Even if you're whipped, you have to act like nothing happened so that you can calmly gather your breath as you fall and bounce back before your lips touch the excrement...

But it's summer now, the weather is hot... and it's bubbling down below...

That flavor was truly authentic.

The snow fell slowly, the wind blew eastward, and the other six felt like they were going to die.

But what the six people admired most was that Dong Yunyu and Mo Ganyun remained calm and composed.

Despite the incredibly harsh environment, the two remained calm and even their breathing was normal. They were able to concentrate on their martial arts studies without any distractions.

This composure was truly admirable, and the other six people couldn't help but admire it.

You have to understand that it's not easy to earn someone's 'slowly' admiration like Xue Huanhuan in this kind of thing.

But now Xue Huanhuan's feelings for Dong Yunyu and Mo Ganyun go beyond mere admiration; they've practically reached the point of worship!

"No wonder Dong Yunyu and Mo Ganyun have improved faster and are stronger than us. Look at their temperament and their composure! I really don't know how they trained to be like that..."

"You have to admit it! The strong are the strong!"

Xue slowly expressed her heartfelt admiration.

Mo Ganyun is one thing, but even a despicable bastard like Dong Yunyu can remain so calm in a cesspool!
This forces us to reflect: it seems we really haven't been working hard enough.

However, in the past few days, Senior Flying Knife has been clearly very anxious, and Boss Fang has not appeared yet, so he should still be in seclusion in Senior Flying Knife's domain.

I don't know how.

But why is Senior Flying Knife's mood so unstable?
Everyone was puzzled.

That very night.

While the eight people were still hanging there after their extreme training... according to the normal training schedule, they would be lowered in another hour...

Sun Wutian was also making plans.

I'll hang them up for another hour, and then I'll let them down when the time is up.

Then I said I was going out to take care of some business and would disappear for a few days to see how things developed.

We're too close to the city of Kanko now.

too dangerous.

What if Dongfang San San suddenly gets the urge?
Just as Sun Wutian was thinking this, he suddenly felt a profound silence in the surrounding world.

Even the sound of the wind seemed to have disappeared.

The chirping of insects and cicadas, the gurgling of the cesspool... all suddenly disappeared!
The universe fell silent!
The old demon felt a sudden shock, as if his heart had stopped beating and the blood flowing from his body had ceased.

Something terrible is going to happen! Something really terrible is going to happen! I'm going to be in deep trouble!

Just as Sun Wutian was feeling a chill run down his spine, a gentle voice transmitted into his ear: "Brother Flying Knife, you've worked hard. I am Dongfang San San. Would you have the honor of sharing a drink with me?"

"!!!"

The old devil's hair stood on end.

The teacup in my hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

His eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was crooked.

“Dongdong… Dongdongdong… Military Advisor Fang…”

The old devil's face turned deathly pale, and he felt as if his brain was exploding.

Layers of cold sweat kept breaking out.

I feel like my tongue is stiff.

My eyeballs were hanging outside their sockets for a long time, and my head was spinning. I felt dizzy for a moment.

The old devil was terrified.

Dongfang San San's voice came through his ear: "Brother Fei Dao, I apologize for my intrusion. It is normal for you to be surprised. I will be waiting for you at the Sanjiang Teahouse outside."

Sun Wutian used all his self-control to calmly utter a single word in reply: "Okay."

There was no sound from that side.

Sun Wutian quickly crawled into the bedroom, buried himself under the covers, and sent a message to Yan Nan: "Fifth Brother, something terrible has happened. Dongfang San San has come to chat with Jue Ming Fei Dao."

Yan Nan immediately panicked: "Damn! You didn't expose yourself, did you?"

"I haven't gone yet..."

"Damn it, don't you dare expose yourself!"

"I want to run away..."

"Why are you running away? Why are you running away?"

Yan Nan panicked: "What will happen if you run away? You're the Deadly Flying Dagger, not the Demon of the Boundless Blade. Why are you running?"

"I'm panicking... Fifth Brother, let me go..."

"Don't panic! Don't panic! It's just chatting with Dongfang San San!"

Yan Nan comforted him, "He's not going to eat you, is he? You're no worse than him!"

Sun Wutian cried and said, "No, no, no, I'm much worse than him."

"Stay calm, have a chat with him... just a chat, he's on the same side as the Guardians... he just values ​​freedom..."

Yan Nan offered a few words of comfort, then pleaded, "Brother, I beg you, please don't reveal your invincible demonic aura, or everything will be over..."

Sun Wutian twisted his face and said speechlessly, "Fifth Brother...you really think highly of me...How could I dare to show off in front of Dongfang San San..."

"Go ahead, don't keep them waiting..."

Yan Nan urged him on, her words sounding like those of an old mother urging her son to go on a blind date, her concern palpable.

Communication was immediately cut off.

Regardless of what happened to Sun Wutian, Yan Nan was furious.

My scalp was throbbing in waves.

He stood up and paced back and forth in his study: My God!

My God!

My goodness!
Sun Wutian, you damn well better hold on for me!

Hold on! Hold on for me!!

You absolutely mustn't give yourself away!
How could this suddenly happen? Seriously, what kind of mess is this? Yan Nan angrily cursed, "Dongfang San San, are you that bored?"

But then again, Yan Nan, who was also a supreme leader, understood Dongfang San San very well: it was actually the most appropriate thing for him to do.

For so many years, Deadly Flying Knife has been helping the Guardians without ever showing his face or asking for anything in return.

This time, he made another tremendous contribution to the Guardians' life-and-death patrol, without giving his name.

Ningxue Jianyu Tianqi and Jueming Feidao were nowhere to be seen, nor did they sit down to talk.

Now that they're not far from Kanke City, Dongfang San San is determined to meet him no matter what. Even if it means putting aside other important matters, she'll still come.

Not showing this respect would be the greatest rudeness to Dongfang San San!

Whether from the perspective of interpersonal relationships, years of contributions, or... in any way, Dongfang San San must come!
Because it's impossible for the Deadly Flying Knife to go to Kanke City to see Dongfang San San! — He would have gone long ago if he wanted to!
But if the Deadly Flying Knife arrives at the foot of the city of Kanke and the Guardian Headquarters just lets it go without doing anything, and then expects it to continue working for the Guardians—that would be too unreasonable.

Therefore, Dongfang San San must come. Only if Dongfang San San comes in person will the years of effort put into Deadly Flying Knife have meaning!
Yan Nan finally understood and couldn't help but sigh, "Damn it... we just solved one problem, and another one pops up!"

He was holding a communication jade in his hand.

He waited anxiously for Sun Wutian's reply, but dared not send a message himself, and prayed that no one else would send a message to Sun Wutian during this critical time.

"We absolutely cannot let this get out..."

For Yan Nan, each day truly felt like an eternity.

"Wouldn't Dongfang San San discover anything? Logically speaking, he should have already formed a preconceived notion that this is a deadly flying knife, so there shouldn't be any problems... Sigh, Sun Wutian is so careless... I really don't trust him."

there.

Sun Wutian had finished getting ready and was still using Fang Che's disguise.

He stepped outside.

Across the street is the Sanjiang Teahouse.

But in Sun Wutian's eyes, the atmosphere was now different. Majestic, solemn, and dignified! Like a celestial palace, a jade palace, with boundless grandeur and imposing presence.

Because Dongfang San San is inside.

Sun Wutian walked to the front of the Sanjiang Teahouse, couldn't help but stop and take a deep breath.

Just as I was about to step inside.

But then they saw a white mist spreading ahead, which seemed to change the world in an instant.

A figure in blue robes, refined and gentle, strolled out, his smile warm and cheerful: "Brother Flying Dagger, hehe... We finally meet. You're still using Fang Che's appearance, hahaha..."

The laughter was warm and friendly, full of the flavor of family.

Although we had never met, we made a lighthearted joke upon meeting, which only warmed my heart.

Sun Wutian couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I'm used to it." He quickly changed his appearance, imagining the face of the deadly flying knife from back then, and transformed into the image of an old farmer, honest and reserved: "Flying Knife... greets Ninth Master."

Just as he was about to bow in respect, Dongfang San San stopped him, feigning anger, and said, "Flying Knife, that's not right of you. Although we've never met, we've been brothers for a long time, bound by a deep spiritual connection. After so many years of working together, both openly and secretly, how can I accept such a grand gesture from you?"

"Ninth Master, I..."

"Still calling me Ninth Master!?"

Dongfang San San frowned, displeased: "Am I, Dongfang San San, not worthy of being called Ninth Brother by you?"

“…Ninth Brother.”

The old devil didn't know what to feel when he called out "Ninth Brother," but what surprised him was that he actually felt a sense of relief and excitement for the Deadly Flying Knife.

"That's right."

Dongfang San San laughed heartily, "Before I came, I tried to figure out your temperament many times, and you are indeed as I imagined—taciturn, not good with words, and not good at socializing, haha... I know you don't want to appear in public, so I simply changed the meeting place to the domain. What do you think, brother?"

"……it is good."

The old devil said, somewhat blankly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Dongfang San San smiled and took his hand, leading him inside.

As he walked, he said, "Brother Flying Knife, the layout of my domain is based on the environment where I lived when I was a child. Back then, my family lived on this kind of high peak, surrounded by white clouds, just like living in a fairyland. When I was a child... with my mother around, no matter how naughty I was, no matter where I hid, my mother could always find me."

He pointed to some caves, tree roots, earthen slopes, tree hollows and other places on both sides of the road, and said with great emotion: "Back then, I was very naughty and hated studying. Every time I was asked to study, I would hide in these places... but my mother would always find me after a short while. Alas, it wasn't until I cultivated my own divine sense that I understood... that my mother used her divine sense to find me."

"But when I was little, my mother would always give me some time, pretending she couldn't find me, and then finally find me..."

"Looking back now... the past seems like a dream, and the boundless kindness is as vast as the sea..."

As Dongfang San San slowly walked up the mountain, she spoke with deep emotion, shaking her head and saying softly, "Now, even if I wanted my mother to find me again, I couldn't... She... is long gone."

"But despite possessing this domain for so many years, I have never dared to conjure up her image..."

Dongfang Sansan shook her head wistfully, her face filled with indescribable nostalgia and sorrow.

Looking at the scenery, Sun Wutian couldn't help but think of his own domain.

One's own territory is also one's hometown.

Like Dongfang San San, that was also the most beautiful and softest place in my heart.

There was also his mother, his grandfather, and his father there...

However, like Dongfang San San, he dared not conjure them up.

I fear that I might be desecrating the beauty in my heart.

"This is Tanjian Peak, that's Tingyu Tower, that's Yinfeng Pavilion, that's Guanxue Pavilion; that's Yanyun Pavilion..." Dongfang Sansan introduced as they walked.

"These names were all chosen by my mother, who is a talented woman. My father is a rough man...hehe."

Dongfang San San's face was serene and nostalgic, her eyes gentle. Sun Wutian could clearly sense that in her eyes, he seemed to see his mother again.

Unable to suppress a hint of envy, she whispered, "If that's the case... then why... why..."

"Back then, the Dongfang family... was invited by the Feng family to help guard the Black Heaven God Cliff; my parents, along with more than a dozen older brothers and sisters, went there... and encountered Yue Wushen... After that battle... only my father returned severely injured. The others... all perished."

Dongfang San San stared into the air and said calmly, "I was unable to see my mother one last time before she passed away."

Sun Wutian's body trembled slightly.

Yue Wushen.

This is an ancient name, and many people today wouldn't recognize it.

But back then, he was a figure who shocked the world and suppressed the entire martial arts world to the point that no one dared to breathe.

One of the eighteen brothers who were the founders of the True Self Sect!

He is the second most important person after Zheng Yuandong!
In terms of both position and martial arts skills, he was superior to Feng Du. He was a universally recognized top figure at the time.

"Years later, my first decisive move upon leaving the mountain was to set up the Heavenly Gang Ambush Formation, with five hundred miles of falling stars, using the formation as a furnace, the Purgatory Earth as a spirit-trapping swamp, and five hundred miles of annihilation traps as a confinement. The major families of Wind, Rain, and Snow were mobilized simultaneously, and all the skills I had learned in my life were pushed to their limits. Before Zheng Yuandong could arrive to rescue me, I killed Yue Wushen in one battle!"

Dongfang San San looked at the Snow Viewing Pavilion with lingering affection.

That was my mother's favorite place when she was alive.

She loved standing quietly in front of the pavilion watching the snow fall during heavy snowfalls. She said that at that moment, her whole heart was at peace.

Did my mother know when I set up the formation to kill Yue Wushen? Was she relieved that I had finally avenged her? Or was she happy that her son had grown into someone important?
Looking back now, it must be the latter, right?

Do you know that the reason your unruly son turned out the way he is now, studying and cultivating tirelessly and recklessly, was simply to avenge you?
Did you know that your son would rather give up his current achievements? Because... it came at the cost of losing his mother!

Not worth it!

Sun Wutian knew about that battle, because it was the battle that made Dongfang San San, the number one strategist in history, famous throughout the continent!
After that battle, the name Dongfang San San became increasingly famous throughout the world!

Sun Wutian pondered for a long time before finally sighing, "I suppose Yue Wushen would never have imagined that he would die because of this."

"Yes."

Dongfang San San tilted her head slightly, gazing absently into the distance, and said softly, "Before Yue Wushen died, I asked him if he still remembered killing my mother. I have come today to avenge her. Yue Wushen laughed and said that he had killed countless people in his life and had long forgotten them. It didn't matter who killed him. There was no need to know why he died!"

Sun Wutian sighed.

One thought lingers in my mind: He truly deserves to be called a great demon.

Because, as for the Demon of No Heaven Blade... he himself thought the same way: he had killed countless people in his life, so it didn't matter who he died at the hands of!
The road was shrouded in mist.

The two arrived at a pavilion.

There are tables and chairs in the pavilion.

"This pavilion is mine," Dongfang San San said, pointing to several houses in the bamboo grove below the pavilion. "That was my residence when I was young. My brothers and I each have our own territory. This is mine!"

"This is my mother's idea. Although we live together, we each have our own private space. She said: A man should have his own space."

"very nice!"

Sun Wutian said this from the bottom of his heart.

"Please take a seat."

Dongfang San San extended his hand and laughed, "Brothers of ten thousand years, it's our first meeting today. Flying Knife, San San is overjoyed today!"

Sun Wutian sat down somewhat awkwardly: "I am honored by the hospitality of Ninth Master... Ninth Brother."

"I guessed you were a bit of a quiet person before I came."

Dongfang San San laughed heartily: "But I really didn't expect you to be so dull. Come, come, have some tea. This time belongs to the two of us. Don't think about anything else."

"Yes."

The old devil sat down properly, looking down at his nose and contemplating his own thoughts.

I felt relieved.

Since you say I'm 'dull,' 'repressed,' and 'not good at expressing myself,' that's wonderful.

The less I say, the less likely I am to be exposed.

"Brother Flying Knife, over the years, including the years before this, you have made a total of 732 moves."

Dongfang San San smiled and said, "By the last hundred or so times, people will be able to tell that your throwing knife technique has reached its peak."

"That many times?"

Sun Wutian was a little stunned.

“You yourself wouldn’t notice, but we Guardians have always remembered it.”

Dongfang Sansan smiled and said, "Moreover, based on your activity range, I knew five thousand years ago that you should live somewhere in the Taicang Mountains."

Sun Wutian's body trembled slightly.

“However, after we discovered the Taicang Mountains, I ordered them to halt the investigation. Because we all know that if you really wanted to come out, you would have done so long ago.”

"Yes."

Sun Wutian felt more relaxed.

The true location of the Deadly Flying Knife is not the Taicang Mountains.

"However, your appearance this time still surprised me."

Dongfang San San's expression was solemn: "Flying Knife... you had a lot of complaints about the Guardians this time, and... you didn't go back after you came out."

He pondered for a moment, then cautiously asked, "But... what happened?"

Sun Wutian was shocked. Dongfang San San had even guessed this?
He sighed softly, "Indeed, something unexpected has happened."

"Is it convenient to talk about it?"

Dongfang San San pushed a cup of tea in front of him.

A trace of sadness appeared on Sun Wutian's honest and simple face, which resembled that of an old farmer. He said softly, "There's nothing I can't say... Just three years ago, Wutian Blade Demon accidentally found my residence."

"Sun Wutian?!"

Dongfang San San's body trembled, her eyes flashed with dazzling light, and her brows furrowed suddenly with worry: "...And then?"

“My family and clansmen...all died at his hands.”

Sun Wutian said calmly, "I escaped with serious injuries, barely escaping with my life."

Dongfang San San was stunned for a long time: "There was such a change! Brother Fei Dao, this... this is the fault of my guardian."

Sun Wutian said slowly, "I did blame the Guardian later... but now... it's all over. It would be unreasonable of me to insist that the Guardian was at fault."

Dongfang San San sighed: "Flying Knife, no wonder, no wonder you changed slightly before and after... I see."

Sun Wutian murmured, "Humans cannot remain unchanged."

"Yes."

Dongfang San San agreed with this statement and said softly, "So... it was during this serious injury, by chance... that you met Fang Che?"

"Correct."

Sun Wutian smiled and said, "This child is quite good."

"It's pretty good."

Dongfang Sansan cautiously said, "Before, there was that other kid I was wholeheartedly teaching, and I've been thinking about him for a long time; Brother Feidao, you've had a lot of contact with him, what do you think of this kid?"

Sun Wutian smiled inwardly.

You've come to the right person!
He said with absolute certainty, "Fang Che is definitely not a demon!"

(End of this chapter)