Lord of the night.

Chapter 1482 What Will You Do? [Bonus chapter for Alliance Leaders Day and Night Silent Cold Pavilion and Ice.]

"You're welcome."

Feng Yun smiled and said, "Wu Qing and Wu Xin, you two have always been my loyal brothers. When you were little, you were just learning to walk and you always followed me around, saying that when you grew up you would do great things with me."

A genuine smile appeared on his face: "The greatest joy in life is the innocent talk of children. They've all been brothers since childhood."

He looked earnestly at Wu Xin and Wu Qing and said softly, "But I will always remember this saying, and I will live up to it in the future! Brother, that was our childhood, that was our starting point."

Wu Xin and Wu Qing stepped forward simultaneously, knelt down, and presented their Five Spirit Gu with both hands: "From now on, I am willing to follow Brother Yun through thick and thin, even if it means going through fire and water!"

"well!"

Feng Yun laughed loudly.

Feng Yun's Five Elemental Gu flew out, and the two Five Elemental Gu spat out a drop of blood. Feng Yun's Five Elemental Gu swallowed the blood drop, flapped its wings and chirped, full of vigor.

Wu and Xin's Five Spirit Gu slumped for a moment, then disappeared from their palms.

Feng Yun reached out and helped Wu Xin and the other man up, solemnly saying, "Brothers united, their strength can break metal! From now on, let's see how we brothers roam freely in this world!"

"yes, Sir!"

Feeling somewhat relieved, the two stood up.

Bai Yebairen rose, knelt down, and offered the Five Spirit Gu: "We two originally had no intention of fighting. Now that Brother Yun has unified the cultivation of Gu and become a god, and has already condensed a divine spark, we two are willing to be Brother Yun's pawns. From now on, the direction Brother Yun points out will be the path for us brothers to advance! We will do anything you command, even die a thousand times!"

"well."

After the Five Spirit Gu devoured the blood bead again.

Feng Yun helped the two of them up: "I am very moved. I remember my aunt said back then that we should be of one heart and mind and be inseparable for life... Ah, thinking of my aunt, she is as kind as my own mother. She is so good to me. Bai Ye, when you go back, please bring some pastries back to my aunt for me... I learned to make them from her back then. Just say that I will go and pay my respects to her when I have time."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Yun."

"U.A...."

Feng Yun looked at them one by one, and whoever he saw stood up, stood solemnly, knelt down, and bowed.

The Five Spirit Gu appeared one after another.

The blood beads offered were devoured by Feng Yun's Five Spirit Gu.

This is the ultimate method of raising a Gu (a type of insect) to become a god.

Of all the Gu poisons in the world, only one Gu is considered a god!
The brothers stood united beside Feng Yun, truly a group of talented and powerful men!

The blood and qi of those who died at the final Gu-breeding site were gradually rising and slowly heading towards the Heavenly Centipede Temple.

Inside the Heavenly Centipede Temple.

Bai Jing, dressed in white like snow, unleashed the Ice Spirit Cold Soul Divine Skill at its peak.

In his hand was a strange, snow-white toad.

He stepped forward.

Just as the blood was about to be released... he stuffed the snow-white toad... into the mouth of the worshipped Heavenly Centipede God...

The toad's belly bulged.

In an instant, the mouth of the Heavenly Centipede God's statue was filled. The giant toad's mouth opened wide, its upper and lower lips covering the upper and lower lips of the Heavenly Centipede God's statue.

It still has that big mouth. But... it's been replaced with a big toad's.

Blood and qi flowed in one after another, forming a long dragon.

It flowed continuously into the belly of this strange toad.

The entire hall was extremely cold!
Bai Jing stood in white robes, his gaze chilling as he looked on.

The last faint trace of blood disappeared.

The snow-white toad turned bright red.

Bai Jing, imbued with the power of icy spirit, slapped the head of the Heavenly Centipede God statue.

There was a loud bang.

He pried the blood-red toad out of the Heavenly Centipede God's mouth and placed it in Bai Jing's palm.

It's about to explode.

However, it was frozen solid by the extreme cold.

"The ritual is complete!"

Bai Jing shouted, then hurriedly grabbed the toad and walked outside.

Just then, black light suddenly gathered in the eyes of the statue of the Heavenly Centipede God.

It burst forth with a roar.

This power transcends almost all distances and spans the river of time, making it impossible to dodge.

With a loud bang, it struck Bai Jing.

With a crack, it seemed as if something had broken.

at the same time.

Yan Beihan, who was in the distance with Yan Nan, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her head tilted to the side, and she fell into Yan Nan's arms.

Yan Nan quickly put a pill into her mouth, then tapped her with his fingers to protect her heart meridian with spiritual energy. Seeing that there was nothing seriously wrong, he was relieved.

In front of the palace.

Bai Jing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and cracking sounds filled the air as many of his bones broke.

It flew away like a kite with a broken string.

He held on to his last breath and flew out of the main hall, severing the connection between the Heavenly Centipede Temple and the outside world with a divine thought.

Bai Jingfei rushed forward like a rocket, covering tens of thousands of feet. In a flash, Feng Du appeared and helped him up: "How are you?"

"Intercept it!"

Bai Jing coughed up blood frantically, but a chilling smile appeared on his face: "I won't die... all thanks to Xiao Han's protective amulet... it's just a pity it's torn... this time she'll probably need to nurse it back to health for a long time..."

He then handed the blood-red toad to Feng Du.

Feng Du took it, enveloped it in spiritual energy, and instantly tore through space to disappear: "I'll be right back!"

It vanished without a trace in an instant.

Bi Changhong, Chen Guyan, Nan Yuhanyan gathered around Bai Jing, each extending their palms to heal his wounds.

A moment later, Bai Jing opened his eyes and sighed, "It's alright now, it just needs some rest... I didn't expect this giant centipede to react so strongly this time..."

Yan Beihan had already woken up and was leaning against a large rock with a pale face.

Yan Nan reached out to check Bai Jing's pulse and frowned: "The injury is really quite serious, Eighth Brother... This time, I'm afraid you've really been marked by the Heavenly Centipede God."

Bai Jing snorted and said, "What the hell is it!"

He stood up with a pale face, moved his hands and feet, and felt his bones gradually healing. His spiritual energy surged, and his cultivation level was rapidly recovering.

He reached out and touched his spatial ring, taking out a large, snow-white, crystalline object, which he swallowed in a few bites.

A blush appeared on her face.

Yan Nan watched this unfold and nodded to himself: It seems that Night Demon is quite generous, actually leaving Bai Jing with quite a few of these good things.

Bai Jing took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This breath was frosty and tinged with dark red blood.

"This time it's really alright."

The four of them were finally relieved and withdrew their hands.

Bi Changhong asked curiously, "What did you eat? It's so effective!"

“Hmm… I have some good stuff that I saved up back then… I can give you some if you want to eat it,” Bai Jing said.

Bi Changhong shook his head: "Keep it to recover first, you're badly injured this time... If I get beaten up by Lao Duan again... I'll ask you for it then..."

The brothers immediately burst into laughter.

Bai Jing laughed heartily, took out a piece of golden armor from his back, wiped it carefully with his icy hands, and handed it to Yan Beihan: "Girl, here you go. If it weren't for your insistence this time, your grandpa Bai would probably have been punched through the skin... I'm so grateful to you."

Yan Beihan smiled and said, "I would do anything to make Grandpa Bai's injuries even a little bit lighter."

"well!"

Bai Jing laughed heartily, his expression infinitely kind.

Yan Beihan took the golden dragon scales, which resembled golden armor, and sure enough, he saw that there were three broken lines on them.

My heart ached.

Quickly store it in your spiritual space and nurture it carefully.

"Let's go."

Bai Jing laughed: "This damn thing won't be here anytime soon."

As he walked, blood continued to trickle from the corner of his mouth, but the blood was pale red and no longer a serious matter. This indicated that the blood stasis in his body had completely dissipated.

"Let's have a drink tonight."

Bai Jing made the suggestion.

"it is good."

Yan Nan agreed: "Whatever it is, we'll talk about it after this drink!"

"Excellent!"

Several people burst into laughter.

"Will Third Brother be able to come back?"

"can!"

Yan Nan said, "Third Brother... he's fast enough, and he knows the route well. It's only dawn now... he'll be back before nightfall, maybe we can even play a game of chess on the way..."

Everyone laughed.

Then Chen Gu began issuing notices that the nine brothers would have dinner together that evening. No business, no family matters!

Several people suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Bi Changhong and Chen Gu: That's good, that's good.

In the last few meetings, the two of them have become complete targets. Every meeting feels incomplete unless Yan Nan gives them a thorough dressing-down...

It’s so uncomfortable!
South of the mainland.

Extremely cold glaciers.

Beneath the ice peak.

Endless abyss.

Feng Du's figure emerged from the abyss and then transformed into a shooting star, tearing through space as he sped towards the capital.

He never even considered using that time to play chess or do anything else.

Bai Laoba is probably seriously injured this time, and we must go back to check on him as soon as possible.

His figure flashed by like a shooting star.

In the middle, he seemed to vaguely sense a familiar aura below, which seemed to be that little guy Night Demon, but at this moment, he couldn't care less about Night Demon.

My brother's injury is the most important thing.

call out.

Feng Dufei returned to Shenjing.

below.

somewhere.

The valley is shrouded in mist.

Fang Yun was looking up at the sky.

His expression was solemn.

"What's wrong?" Fang Che was completely oblivious.

"Someone was traveling high in the sky, flashing by in a flash, at... extremely fast speed."

Fang Yunzheng said, "But we should be tens of millions of miles away now... Don't worry."

He told his son not to worry, but Fang Yunzheng himself was filled with doubt: Who was that who just went by? That fighting power…

Fortunately, Lao Tzu had been in the midst of the cycle of all things after being scolded by his son... otherwise, wouldn't he have been discovered?

Inside the Forest of All Spirits.

A tall, beautiful woman looked up in confusion amidst the dense forest: "Was that a person who just flew by? If... all the experts in this world could do what that was... they might be able to overwhelm a heavily injured snake god... right?"

Fang Che frowned and said, "You're not trying to slack off, are you?"

Fang Yunzheng angrily retorted, "How could I be lazy?"

Fang Che looked at him suspiciously. "I didn't feel anything just now, but Lao Deng insisted that there was movement."

As a result, he himself said it was in the past.

So, is it just your own claim that it exists? Who can prove it?

"I taught you this perfect style at home before, but you still haven't mastered it... How can you be so careless!? Even Master Xue Fuxiao mastered several strikes in a very short time."

Fang Che was very dissatisfied.

The veins on Fang Yun's face bulged.

"What nonsense are you spouting! How can I change a habitual action that's been ingrained for over ten thousand years in a short time? You yourself know that Xue Fuxiao has incorporated several sword strikes. Did you even notice what you said? Several sword strikes, just several sword strikes, that's all!"

"But you're demanding everything from me!" "You want me to perfectly fuse millions of styles?! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Fang Yunzheng was furious: "Xue Fuxiao has fused several swords, but I've fused hundreds of swords, and I haven't seen you brag about it!"

The old man was getting anxious!

Fang Che could only offer a perfunctory reply: "I admit you've practiced well, but isn't it better to be as fast as possible?"

Fang Yunzheng angrily said, "Shouldn't there be a process?"

“I don’t need a process…” Fang Che said.

"Bastard!"

Fang Yunzheng broke down: "You were learning the perfect style when you couldn't even walk yet, of course you'd be eager to learn, but it cost me over ten thousand..."

"You insulted my mother!"

Fang Che glared at her and said, "How can you be so incompetent? You haven't cared about my mother all these years, while she has endured so much hardship..."

blah blah blah...

Fang Yun hung his head and dared not speak.

Because of this... there's really no doubt about it.

"Practice your skills. Come and practice in my domain."

Fang Yunzheng never expected that his trip to find his son would turn everything upside down.

Being urged to study by my son... this feeling of going against the grain is truly bittersweet.

I felt embarrassed and feverish all the time.

Enter the domain.

Fang Che had even more complaints: "You...you really have a problem with your aptitude. You can't learn the Boundless True Scripture technique no matter what..."

Fang Che sighed, "I can't even get to the beginning... It's like one plus one equals two... It's that simple..."

Fang Yunzheng simply shut off his ears.

I simply stopped listening.

That bastard is really talking without any sense of the situation. That's a divinely bestowed technique, a gift from heaven!
Something that's only suitable for one person to practice!

How do I get started? That's utter nonsense!

However, Fang Yunzheng was even clearer about what his son's perfect technique had: it was like a complete transformation in terms of combat power!
Therefore, we really need to study hard!

Of course, on the other hand, he was also desperately urging his son.

"How old are you! You're only at the peak of the fourth rank of Saint Venerable!"

"At this speed, how can he possibly make his way in the martial world!"

"Someone like you could easily crush you!"

"They're not trying hard enough!"

Fang Che asked, "Father, what rank was the Holy Ruler when you were my age?"

This statement touched a nerve with Fang Yunzheng.

So he got beaten up.

The father and son kept reopening old wounds and bickering with each other.

Then it made rapid progress.

After one day and two nights.

"I have to go report right away, it wouldn't be right if I didn't."

Fang Che sighed.

Although I often got beaten up when I was with my grandfather, the feeling of being with my own father was something that no one could replace.

With this old man around, I always feel like I have someone to rely on.

"Go."

Fang Yunzheng was the exact opposite of him.

I was so angry I almost died a hundred times over in one day and two nights!

I wish this guy would just get lost and go far away right now.

If we lived together every day, I'd probably lose thousands of years of my life from all the stress.

"Hmm, I have something good for you."

Fang Che unleashed his ultimate weapon, whoosh!

The light shone brightly, and the holy light shone.

The spiritual energy within Fang Yunzheng's domain suddenly surged skyward and erupted!
Two spirit beads, each the size of a millstone, were tossed into the arms of the stunned Fang Yunzheng.

“I…Walter…”

Fang Yun stammered, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets: "What...what is this? Where did it come from?"

"I found it underwater in the Dragon God Island Secret Realm. Here you go, take it back to the Secret Realm to practice. It should be able to raise your level."

Fang Che was very satisfied with his father's reaction.

Fang Yunzheng was immediately shocked, sensing the explosive spiritual energy within the domain space.

"From now on, I'll keep these two beads in my domain. I can come in and practice anytime. Wouldn't that be perfect?"

Fang Che heard this.

He was immediately astonished: "I must say... I really hadn't thought of your idea. Let's do it that way then."

I have to admit that I couldn't have thought of this aspect before I opened up this field.

"nice one!"

Fang Yun was holding the two large beads with great delight: "This...this must belong to the gods, right? This is amazing...With these two things, I feel...it won't be long before I can single-handedly crush Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao's combined attack..."

Fang Che was speechless.

Fang Laoliu seems to have an immense obsession with this snow scene between the two of them...

"and this!"

Fang Che took out five jade bottles.

One weighs two jin (approximately 1 kg).

Inside is the Golden Elixir of the True Soul Yin Yang Root.

"You get two bottles, and my mother gets three."

Fang Yun stared wide-eyed: "What is this?"

"The Golden Elixir produced by the Yin-Yang Root of a Million-Year-Old True Soul".

Fang Che said, "Half a bottle is enough for the two of you, but drinking more can increase your fundamental strength."

Fang Yunzheng didn't put it away immediately: "Why should your mother and I waste such a good thing? You should keep it..."

"I still have quite a few."

Fang Che sighed helplessly: "Even if you two finish your drinks and then ask me for more, I always have more. Is your son the kind of person who doesn't leave himself a way out?"

That makes sense.

Fang Laoliu nodded, thinking of his son's miserly and stingy nature... so he accepted it without hesitation.

"and this."

Fang Che took out a spatial ring: "There's a batch of True Soul Yin-Yang Roots inside. I've already cut them up with spiritual energy. Take them back and eat them with my mother. Eat a few pieces whenever you have time. Also, give a few pieces to my uncle and aunt."

Fang Che instructed, "Make sure your uncle and aunt eat it after it's been melted down. Although it's only meant to be mildly nourishing, it's still too much for their bodies..."

"Stop nagging... I know perfectly well enough to understand."

Fang Yun rolled her eyes, getting a little impatient.

But I also sighed.

Given the affection that Fang Zhenghang and his wife had for Fang Che's family, no amount of benefits would be too much. However, the problem lay in their innate aptitude. They were both old and not pure martial artists. They had worked hard all their lives, and the physical depletion they had suffered could not be made up for by any elixir.

That's the frustrating part sometimes: you've clearly obtained the greatest benefit for humanity, but the person you want to give it to just can't handle it...

Holding the ring, Fang Yun said seriously, "I know you're a filial child, but after taking out so many, do you really still have more?"

"Really?"

"Then let me see it?"

Fang Yunzheng persisted.

Fang Che remained silent.

She had no choice but to open a spatial ring to show him: "See? Are you relieved now?"

"not worried."

Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely worried that his son would give all his money to him in an attempt to fulfill his filial duty, which wouldn't do.

He muttered to himself, "What a miser."

Fang Che was furious!

How generous have I been? And you still call me a miser?

Then Kaka threw out more than eighty spatial rings: "Here's a task for you. Deliver these to your uncle. Then let him make the arrangements. I'll be away for a while, cutting ties with them, so it's none of my business anymore."

"Ok."

Fang Yunzheng understood Fang Che's meaning, and out of curiosity, he opened one of the rings and took a look.

His eyes widened in surprise: the entire ring was filled with valuable treasures and rare materials.

It's obviously something from the seabed.

"so much?"

After seeing several rings filled to the brim, Fang Yunzheng was astonished: If these rings were converted into money, they would be roughly equivalent to the combined wealth of the entire Guardian Continent and the Sovereign Sect Continent, right?

"They were all looted from the seabed."

Fang Che was used to picking them up and had long since stopped caring about them.

It even feels like a burden.

He said, "My uncle has been poor for so many years, please help him to have some money."

"Hahaha... That poor bastard Dongfang San San! It's up to us father and son to save him."

Fang Yunzheng laughed loudly: "But if I give these things to him, that old man will probably be so happy he can't sleep, but he'll also be so worried he can't sleep."

“That’s his problem,” Fang Che said.

"Yes, yes, my son is the most capable."

“Then the Yin-Yang Root of the True Soul…” Fang Che said.

"I shouldn't take the Yin-Yang Root with me. Anyway, you'll be going to the Guardian Headquarters to report for duty in a while, so you can give it to him yourself."

Fang Yunzheng admonished, "I know you have a lot, but this stuff... you can't give him too much of it. And your uncle understands this even better than I do; he can only eat it himself, or a limited number of people within a certain circle."

"And even within a limited scope, it's not foolproof."

"So, the specifics of how to proceed aren't simply a matter of being generous; some things require caution. After all, it involves the Sovereign Cult's antidote, and it's no secret that you possess it. Even a slight hint of it could be a catastrophe for you!"

Fang Yunzheng said solemnly, "You must remember my words! I know you are filial, but this... is a matter of great importance to the safety of the continent."

"understand!"

Fang Che nodded.

He thought so too.

Some things really shouldn't be shown.

"There's one more thing. When you go there, please tell your uncle."

Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "That day, Yan Nan called Feng Yun and me aside to discuss the future of the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect."

Fang Che wasn't really involved in this issue when Yan Nan brought it up.

I was just listening.

But he truly took this matter to heart.

Because that is not only the future of the Sovereign Church, but also the future of the Sovereign Church continent.

It is also the shared future of both continents.

How to do it?
This topic is far too broad.

Such a problem is best left to Dongfang San San to consider.

Fang Yunzheng felt a bit overwhelmed after hearing this. He could only write down the general direction and then leave it to Dongfang San San to worry about.

However, just as the father and son were about to finish their conversation...

Fang Yunzheng suddenly asked seriously, "Ache, what if one day, these people from the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect have to die? For example, one day, Yan Nan is besieged by Xue Fuxiao's troops on the battlefield, and he is about to die... If you were on the battlefield at that time, what would you do?"

"Or rather, Bai Jing and Sun Wutian are facing an attack from the guardians, a critical moment with no chance of survival..."

Fang Yun looked at his son with a serious expression and asked softly, "What will you do?"

(End of this chapter)