Lord of the night.

Chapter 1405 'The Wind Comes! The Rain Comes!' [Two Chapters Combined]

In Feng Du's opinion, it's absolutely impossible for chess skills to improve so quickly in a short period of time.

Unless he was pretending to be stupid before! But how could he pretend to be stupid when he was forced to do so?
Or is it just my imagination? Is this kid pretending to be nonchalant?
Filled with endless confusion.

Feng Du began to focus entirely on the game.

They started placing their pieces with a series of snaps.

Both players made their moves very quickly.

In an instant, the chessboard in the sky was filled with jagged, distinct black and white pieces, each with more than thirty pieces, and various probing exchanges had begun.

After seventy moves, Fang Che placed a piece.

The two pieces that seemed to have been abandoned at the start of the game because they wanted to occupy territory have suddenly regained their vitality and are showing signs of powerful destructive potential.

They even ventured into the territory where independence was almost fully formed.

Feng Du was completely certain that Fang Che's tremendous progress during this period was real, and not just his own illusion.

Although Feng Du couldn't understand at all: how could a top chess player improve so quickly in such a short period of time?

This is not just a matter of winning or losing or intelligence; it also requires immense motivation to drive him to make such rapid breakthroughs.

If it's for the benefit he can gain by winning... then why didn't he improve as quickly when they played chess together before?

They've become completely different people after just three months apart?

This makes no sense!
You said your cultivation has progressed quickly, which I find surprising but acceptable. But how did you manage to master chess so quickly?
Next.

Fang Che used a variety of clever tricks and skillful techniques as smoothly as flowing water, leaving Feng Du drenched in sweat!
Despite the strong resistance, the situation was not allowed to deteriorate further, but the outcome was already extremely unfavorable. Not only was the initiative not regained, but the gap between them widened.

A hundred hands passed in an instant, followed by Feng Du's sharp counterattack.

Fang Che fell into deep thought for the first time.

Feng Du quietly let out a long breath, feeling drenched in sweat.

There was no other way; to maintain his composure, he repeatedly used his divine power to wash his entire body, and he had to quickly and silently expel any sweat into the air.

I wanted to let the water flow freely, but I lost miserably. Can that still be called letting the water flow freely?

But this kid...

Feng Du then had time to observe carefully. He saw Fang Che frowning in thought, his body faintly radiating holy light, and his eyes showing what appeared to be a heart shape, with a faint starlight emanating from them.

In this situation, no one else would have noticed it at all.

Even if they were both top experts, without knowing the inside story or the technique, they could only think of it as divine light in their eyes.

But Feng Du understands.

At that moment, Feng Du almost blurted out "Holy crap!"

What I saw! I saw the illusion of a clear mind!

Logically speaking, the Illusory World Clarity, which cannot be truly effective until one reaches the cultivation level of a Saint King, is now working on this insignificant Saint Emperor!

The faint starlight emanating from the Illusory World of Enlightenment almost made Feng Du shout out loud.

Isn't this the boss's Star-Suppressing Technique?

Feng Du was a little confused for a moment.

I felt like my Illusionary Mindset was strong enough, but this guy on the other side cheated even more than me!?

Not only does it stabilize the mind with the Illusionary World Mind Clarity Technique, but it also suppresses the soul with the Star-Suppressing Technique.

The Star-Suppressing Technique is one thing, but the Illusionary World-Clearing Mind... how can he unleash its power at the Saint Emperor level?
Feng Du was well aware of the secret skills his family had kept secret.

On the surface, the Illusory World Clarity Technique is something that people of average talent, without reaching the Saintly Lord level, can forget about making any use of. However, once one reaches the Saintly Lord level, the power of the Illusory World Clarity Technique is simply incomparable to any other cultivation method.

Of course, there are also unparalleled geniuses, such as Feng Han and Feng Yun. The Feng family has produced quite a few such geniuses over the years.

These geniuses, even at the Saint Venerable level, can receive some benefits from the Illusionary World Clarity. Upon reaching the high Saint Venerable level, the power of the Illusionary World Clarity is roughly equivalent to that of an ordinary Saint King.

But such people are, after all, a minority.

Therefore, the description of the Feng family's cultivation method, "Only those above the level of a Sage King can unleash the power of Enlightenment," refers to this point. Note: "Only those above the level of a Sage King can unleash the power of Enlightenment" does not mean that this cultivation method only contains the power of Enlightenment.

There are other benefits as well. As long as one has good aptitude and reaches the Saintly Venerable level, one can also obtain the benefits of this cultivation technique. However, this doesn't need to be explicitly stated: if your aptitude is sufficient, you will naturally receive it. Your family will also provide corresponding rewards upon obtaining it.

You're not qualified enough, so there's been no response. Telling you won't help.

It's very simple.

However, Feng Du had never seen the Holy Emperor able to manifest the Illusionary World and Enlightened Mind!
At this moment, even Feng Du was bewildered: Who taught this? Well, none of that matters. The most crucial question is: How can your Holy Emperor possibly utilize the Illusionary World Enlightenment technique?

And judging from this, they've already mastered it!
Where did this monster come from?!

Feng Du was somewhat bewildered.

He turned his head to look, wanting to ask Sun Wutian.

Then they saw Sun Wutian still sitting there in the chess club, looking completely bewildered, muttering to himself, "...When did I begin my trials in the mortal world? Have I even begun my trials in the mortal world?"

A thousand grass mud horses galloped and roared through Feng Du's mind.

Why hasn't this old bastard woken up yet after I said that?
Fang Che then made another move, and Feng Du realized that the brilliant move that had just allowed him to turn the tide had been turned into a passive situation again by the opponent's move.

Then we had no choice but to deal with it.

My heart is filled with endless sorrow.

It’s over.

I was thinking of letting him win the first game, so I played a little casually in the first dozen or so moves. But I didn't expect this kid to seize the opportunity and not let me catch my breath!

After a fierce battle, they now feel like they're losing the chance to turn the tide.

At that moment, he realized with shock, jealousy, and even more ecstasy that Fang Che's chess skills had truly reached the same level as his own!

In some cases, they are even a little more agile.

Because the other person is young!

Youth is full of dreams and curiosity.

This kind of imagination and curiosity, which most adults would consider useless and silly, actually represents brilliant and imaginative moves in the world of chess.

From now on, when Fang Che plays chess with me, it will no longer be a one-sided affair like before.

Rather, it's a 50/50 split.

Even four and six. Four for oneself, then six for the whole.

"This is fucking awesome!"

Feng Du sighed and exclaimed in admiration.

I had a vague feeling that maybe, in the future, this kid would skin me bald!

Below, a chess player in the chess club was intently watching the chessboard in the sky, his mind racing with calculations, when suddenly everything went black and he collapsed with a thud.

Subsequently, several chess players who could not reach the required mental strength fell one after another.

The game of chess, under the watchful eyes of everyone, with no one daring to breathe, finally came to an end.

The game is past the middle stage, and the two sides are still separated by one and a half points.

Feng Du frowned and pondered for a long time.

With a sigh, he placed the two chess pieces on the board.

Fang Che finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with great gratitude, "Thank you for your concession, senior."

Feng Du laughed heartily, standing with his hands behind his back: "I didn't let you win; you won on your own merit."

Amidst loud laughter, he soared into the sky: "Since you've won, I'll bestow this merit upon you!"

Amidst cheers from the crowd.

With a whoosh, Feng Du soared into the sky. He flipped his hands, and suddenly thousands of golden rays of light emanated from them. With a flick of his sleeve, he shouted, "I command the wind! What are you waiting for?!"

Follow your words!
Suddenly, the wind in the sky, which had been blowing gently, began to howl more and more rapidly.

Below, countless people exclaimed in unison, "Holy crap!"

Their eyes widened instantly. Their hearts nearly stopped beating!

The person playing chess with President Fang was actually... a deity?
In the air, Feng Du stood tall and composed, his robes fluttering. With an effortless flourish, he flicked his sleeve once more, and an indistinct beam of light shot straight up into the sky. Feng Du shouted, "The wind is in place, where are the clouds? Clouds, come!"

Suddenly, dark clouds appeared from all directions, rushing towards the sky above White Mist Island. More and more clouds gathered, gradually obscuring the entire sky.

The clouds were as dark as ink.

A long streak of lightning flashed and shone brightly through the dark clouds.

Thunder and lightning suddenly intertwined in the air, forming a net.

This completely overturned everyone's imagination.

No one could have imagined that one day they would witness someone truly commanding the wind and rain right in front of them, high in the sky!

Everyone was mesmerized, and countless people knelt down, shouting that the gods had appeared.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone.

High in the sky, Feng Du, dressed in flowing green robes and surrounded by lightning, pointed a finger, and a wisp of white mist materialized from his hand. Suddenly, an explosion erupted, filling the entire sky, and a loud shout shook the heavens: "The winds and clouds have arrived, the sweet rain is due! Blessing the world and benefiting all living beings! Rain, come!"

A bolt of lightning illuminated the entire White Mist Continent.

A thunderclap resounded, shaking the mountains and rivers!
The earth trembled.

brush brush...

A light drizzle, carrying a pure and inexplicable spiritual quality, fell from the sky.

Then it turned into a misty rain, which continued uninterrupted.

Everyone, even the high-level martial artists, felt the air was incredibly fresh at this moment!
Feng Du laughed heartily in the air: "Inspector Fang, do your best to serve the people! Heaven and earth are watching! I'm off!"

His body suddenly expanded, and everyone clearly saw his body instantly transform into a colorful cloud in the air, breaking through the clouds and disappearing without a trace!

"My God!"

"A god! It really is a god!"

In the heavy rain, someone cried out in shock.

"Thank you, old god!"

Countless people knelt down in the rain, kowtowing repeatedly.

Immortals have always existed only in legends. But today, we have actually seen them with our own eyes. It turns out that immortals really do exist in this world.

seen it myself.

Can this be false?
They saw it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, commanding the wind and rain.

Summon the wind and it will come; call the rain and it will come!
Who but a god could do that? This is beyond the realm of martial arts!

Fang Che was also completely shocked.

Because he couldn't figure out how they managed to suppress separatism!
But now it's clear that the anti-government faction has finished its show and left.

And this rain that swept across the entire White Mist Island did indeed have some benefits.

Countless elderly people felt their arms were no longer sore, their legs no longer ached, their blurry vision became clear, and their bodies, which had been lacking in vitality, began to regain strength clearly in this rain!

That sense of 'new life' was so clear!

Countless people began to kneel and bow to Fang Che: "Thank you, President Fang!"

The game unfolded under the watchful eyes of everyone in the city, and everyone understood that without President Fang, there would have been no such timely rain!
This is something that General Manager Fang won for Baiwu Prefecture!

This is a special response from the gods, who are grateful for Mr. Fang's wish to bring benefits to the people.

"Mr. Fang! Waaah... Thank you, Mr. Fang."

Then, excited cries rang out through the rain.

Countless people came out of their homes to face the rain.

Some families excitedly carried their bedridden patients out and placed them in the rain and mist. And it was visibly clear that the patients' condition was improving…

Everyone's faces were filled with excitement, and their hearts were filled with joy and gratitude.

Standing high in the rain and mist, Fang Che finally came to his senses, clasped his hands in gratitude, and said loudly, "Respectfully seeing you off, senior! Thank you for making Baiwuzhou what it is!"

A roar erupted from below: "Thank you, General Manager Fang! Thank you, God, for making Baiwuzhou what it is!"

A voice transmission entered his ear: "Come to my place after you've finished dealing with things tonight!" Fang Che turned his head and saw that Sun Wutian in the chess club had vanished without a trace.

The misty rain continued to fall over Baiwuzhou for half a day and a night, finally disappearing at dawn.

The millions of people in Baiwu State have truly benefited.

Everyone is physically healthy and full of energy.

Only a few people looked gloomy; their physical health and happiness did not reflect their bad mood. And they were busy moving overnight.

That includes all those who run clinics, pharmacies, and all sorts of itinerant doctors.

Let's go. We don't need this White Mist Isle anymore. If we stay here any longer, we'll probably starve to death...

Doctors need to eat too. If no one gets sick, what will doctors eat?
Although we don't want people to get sick, and we even say things like "I'd rather the medicine on the shelf gather dust,"... medicine really can't gather dust. Our whole family's life savings are tied up in it.

As for the local doctors, they were all considering changing careers overnight...

At dawn, a strong wind blew, and the rain, fog, and clouds were blown due south. The area there was vast and sparsely populated, and the air was like a black hole, constantly drawing in moisture and celestial phenomena.

What's drizzling here will likely turn into a downpour over there.

Feng Du looked up from Sun Wutian's courtyard, feeling utterly helpless. Although he had cleverly created this miracle, he had no say in where the clouds in the sky would drift afterward.

But after careful consideration, he still sighed, "Could those three girls really possess divine favor?"

The air in Baiwuzhou is so fresh that one breath almost makes you feel intoxicated by the oxygen.

To everyone's astonishment, all the patients had actually recovered!
Whether the illness is serious or minor, or whether someone has been bedridden for several years.

They have all recovered their health.

The whole region rejoiced!

"President Fang is truly a living Bodhisattva!"

"If it weren't for President Fang, Baiwuzhou wouldn't have had such a good thing!"

"Those six families who framed President Fang before... they deserve to be torn to pieces!"

"President Fang's kindness moved even the gods! That's why we have this universal rain."

May the gods bless Mr. Fang! May the gods forever bless Mr. Fang! May Mr. Fang live forever!

May Mr. Fang live a long and healthy life!

"..."

The game of Go that Mr. Fang played against the immortal was recorded by countless people and passed down through generations, becoming an eternal legend in the world of Go.

This is what they call...

"A miraculous rain-making scheme!"

Countless masters in later generations studied the game day and night, and they had to admit that only Fang Zong and a god could have played such a game.

An ordinary person could never make such a move!
The moment the first step was taken, almost every change up to midfield was visible. The computational power involved was tens of millions, perhaps even hundreds of millions!
Is this something a human can do?
The main hall guarded by Baiwuzhou.

Fang Che, Wu Zhiyun, and the others almost broke through the encirclement before finally reaching the main hall and taking their seats.

"Mr. Fang, what... what's going on?"

Wu Zhiyun is still confused.

Even he knelt down just now, he really thought that President Fang had made friends with a god.

Otherwise, how could one possess such ability?

With the power to summon wind and rain, a single rain shower can benefit hundreds of millions of people and martial artists!
Before this, I could never have dreamed of such a sight!
"I'm confused too."

Fang Che gave a wry smile. He truly hadn't expected Sun Wutian and Feng Du to go this far!

This is so arrogant, it's enough to build temples all over the place!

But how do you explain this?

Can I say that the one who did this was not a god, but the first deputy leader and chief protector of the Sovereign Sect?
Putting aside the question of whether I can say it, the real question is how many people would believe me even if I did?

"Is he really a god!?"

Wu Zhiyun's voice changed: "Are there really gods!?"

"..."

Fang Che could only maintain a mysterious and enigmatic expression: "...It cannot be said."

"I know!"

Wu Zhiyun nodded vigorously.

Fang Che was stunned: What do you know?

But Wu Zhiyun's face was full of respect. He had been respectful to me before, but now... he was... fanatical!

"Mr. Fang...you rest...I'll go make some tea."

Wu Zhiyun firmly refused to let anyone else make tea, and personally made and brought the tea to Fang Che, respectfully offering it to him.

"..."

Fang Che felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Seeing that the entire town hall had been transformed into a place resembling a pilgrimage, I simply couldn't stay any longer.

"I have something to go."

Fang Che fled in disarray.

Will you come back?

Wu Zhiyun shouted at the top of her lungs from behind, "President Fang... are you coming back?"

"I'm not coming back!"

Fang Che replied and then disappeared.

"I know!"

Wu Zhiyun murmured.

The deputy hall master and his brothers asked curiously, "Hall Master, why is that?"

"Don't say it!"

Wu Zhiyun said seriously, "It can't be said!"

"..."

The Sun Family Compound.

Floating Cloud Residence.

Sun the philanthropist has changed the name of the courtyard from its original name to Floating Cloud Residence.

It seems there's been a change in mindset.

"Third brother! My dear third brother!"

Sun Wutian was extremely grateful, as happy as a child: "This rain has warmed my heart. It makes me feel so comforted... Oh, oh... I feel like I'm going to become an immortal... Hehehe... No, I can't laugh like that anymore, hahahaha..."

Feng Du looked disgusted: "Look at you!"

"Hahaha... I'm so happy, Third Brother! Let's have a drink tonight, and I'll cook for you myself!" Sun Wutian rubbed his hands together, his face beaming.

"Forget it, forget it," Feng Du said disdainfully. "I'm afraid you'll poison me!"

"Third Brother! Third Brother!"

Sun Wutian said with a lewd grin, "There are other places, like Tiandu... what do you think?"

"roll!!"

Feng Du cursed, "You think your third brother is some kind of god? You really think he did it all by his own abilities? You fucking idiot! Sun Taiping! Have you lost your mind? Are you covered in shit?"

Sun Wutian was scolded, but he was in an extremely good mood and didn't care at all.

Hehehe smiled.

I ran to the window and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside: "I feel like my mood has improved."

Feng Du retorted with a dark face, "All those people you killed before are going to die anyway."

Sun Wutian didn't take it seriously, hugging his knees and saying, "I am a great demon, isn't killing people what I should do?"

Feng Du chuckled: "Looks like you've really come to terms with things."

Sun Wutian chuckled and said, "Third Brother, I understand what you meant."

"What did I say? What did I say?"

Feng Du was taken aback.

His mind was completely occupied with Fang Che's chess moves, and he couldn't remember anything he had said.

"You mentioned that sentence I said when my experience of the mortal world was almost over."

Sun Wutian said happily.

"Uh-huh..."

Feng's one-eyed eye darted around twice before he remembered: "I did say that."

"I am not here to experience the mortal world."

Sun Wutian said earnestly, "I have always been the same person; the one who commits heinous crimes and kills countless people is me, and the one who brings life and death to benefit humanity is also me. I am who I am! I have no divided soul, much less a divided body."

"I can't turn back, but I can do things."

"The Night Demon's infiltration of the Guardians was indeed a cult plan, but this cult plan gave me, Sun Wutian, a chance to be reborn, allowing me to gain some inner balance and peace."

"Whatever his reputation may be, Wutian Daomo can't change it. But Wutian Daomo can use these things to calm his heart."

"This is my destiny!"

Sun Wutian said softly, "This is my destiny."

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, Feng Duzi finally nodded: "That's right, this matter has come full circle and ended up with you. It really is your good fortune."

Sun Wutian laughed.

Feng Du patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "We'll help you with everything, and we'll help you resolve your inner conflicts, so don't die so easily."

Sun Wutian grinned and said, "Immortal, immortal."

At that moment, the aura fluctuated.

Sun Wutian said, "The Night Demon is here."

"Let him come."

Feng Du said, "I happen to have a question to ask him."

So Sun Wutian precisely released a wisp of his aura, ensuring that Fang Che could detect it, but others would not be able to sense it.

They led Fang Che here.

With a whoosh, Fang Che landed in front of the door, looked up and said, "Floating Cloud Residence? What a nice name! It's just as good as my Sage Residence."

Sun Wutian's disdainful voice came: "Hurry up and get in here! Have some shame! Your Xianrenju and my Fuyunju are worlds apart in terms of artistic conception. How dare you say they are equally good?"

Fang Che chuckled and entered the room.

He quickly bowed deeply and said, "Your subordinate pays respects to Deputy Chief Master Feng, and your disciple pays respects to the Ancestor!"

I called him "senior" on the street just now, which is inappropriate according to the rules of the sect, so I must make amends now.

Feng Du didn't care at all: "Get up, stop looking like a kowtow worm, it's annoying to look at."

"Kneel down!"

Sun Wutian snorted and raised his eyebrows: "What level has your cultivation reached? Have you reached the sixth rank that I requested?"

"This disciple was fortunate enough to reach the eighth rank of the Holy Emperor."

Fang Che said modestly.

"Hmph... I suppose you... what eighth rank?" The old demon chuckled, about to unleash a thunderous rebuke from his superior position, when suddenly he was speechless, his eyes widening: "Eighth rank of the Holy Emperor?"

(End of this chapter)