Lord of the night.

Chapter 1484 I Once Fell! [Two Chapters Combined]

Fang Yunzheng was completely speechless.

It's only been a little over a day, and the two of them are already saying they have no manners!

If it weren't for something urgent, would I have run away? Do you think my Lao Liu is such an unruly person?
Suppressing his anger, he replied, "I came here specifically to see you. It couldn't be to visit relatives, nor could it be because I missed you. Anyway, I have something to say, and it's good news. You can come or not, I'm telling you in advance, I'm only giving you one hour. In less than an hour, I'll be leaving!"

"Don't regret it!"

With abundant resources and wealth at his disposal, Fang Laoliu spoke with great confidence.

Dongfang San San immediately realized: Oh, it seems this kid has a way to get close to him.

Moreover, it definitely has benefits!

So he said impatiently, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Did I say you couldn't come? Your sudden arrival caught me completely unprepared. Didn't you give me a day's notice? You're getting upset over a few words. I even gave all my wine to Sun Wutian to help your son build connections. Now that you've rushed here, I have to treat you with the highest level of hospitality, right? So I'm going to have to sneak into the storeroom to get wine for you! And I have to do it discreetly. Do you think Fang Yunzheng will ever stop doing these kinds of surprise attacks again?"

Dongfang San San cursed, "You've got a problem with your manners! I go into the warehouse specifically to get wine that's eight or nine thousand years old. I can't possibly say I'm taking it out to drink myself, can I? How many people are watching my every move? You bastard, you've actually learned to talk back. Get out of here! I'm not going down into the warehouse either. I don't want any of your benefits... Go find someone else if you want."

Sure enough, after a few words, Fang Laoliu was completely under his control: "Ninth Brother, Boss... Hehehe, I was wrong... I just missed you..."

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." Dongfang San San breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, please don't be angry. I have a short temper..." Fang Laoliu said in a humble voice.

"I can't help but be angry!" Dongfang San San breathed a sigh of relief; it was done.

“Boss, hehe... This time, I met Archer first, and then Archer asked me to bring you something... It's also a junior's filial piety... hehe..." Fang Laoliu laid out the bait.

“Oh… Archer’s filial piety…”

Dongfang San San took the bait and said reservedly, "If it weren't for A Che, don't expect me to give you this face!"

"Yes, yes, yes... Come on over, it's been so long since I've had a drink with you..." Fang Laoliu said with a smirk.

"Then wait a little longer, I need to find an excuse to go to the warehouse..."

Dongfang San San touched the wine that had clearly been in her spatial ring all along, and hesitated, "...I'll just say it's a reward for Feng Yunqi's hard work in refining pills...Sigh, I really can't do anything with you, just wait!"

"Good Le!"

Fang Laoliu beamed with joy.

“I’m busy here for a while before I can come over to meet you… How about this, before dark? We’ll have more time in the evening, and we can have a good drink together.” Dongfang San San was taking advantage of Fang Lao Liu’s statement that he was only giving her an hour.

But Fang Laoliu was completely oblivious and said heartily, "No problem, Ninth Brother! I can wait a year for you! Hehe... It'd better hurry up."

"Get lost! Wait patiently! You bastard! You actually gave me a time limit..." Since the other party didn't understand, Dongfang San San had no choice but to be direct.

"I was wrong, Ninth Brother, I accept the punishment..." Fang Laoliu groveled.

"You're just like Xue Fuxiao, you can't stand not to curse... You're even more despicable than him!"

After cursing again, Dongfang San San finally cut off the communication, satisfied.

Rolling her eyes: Within an hour? Hah, I'll make you wait for two and a half hours first!

Fang Lao Liu was secretly pleased and proud: In Ninth Brother's heart, I am much closer than Xue Fuxiao...

evening.

Dongfang San San instructed Feng Wan Shi to guard the door: "I'm going to be busy with some things all night. No one is allowed to come in or knock on the door."

"Yes."

The wind understands everything intuitively.

This kind of thing is very common; Ninth Master often works through the night to handle matters.

Feng Wanshi skillfully took out two portions of spiritual food that had been prepared in advance and put them into the study for Dongfang San San.

Then close the door after you come out.

I sat quietly by the door.

Dongfang San San's body flickered and disappeared from the room.

Meeting with Fang Laoliu is too complicated. It's not that I don't trust others, but for now, it's best and safest for me to know about this.

Dongfang San San has always paid great attention to details.

at dusk.

An ordinary inn in a city full of hardships.

The four characters "Sihai Inn" at the entrance have a bronze sheen, indicating that they have a long history.

Fang Laoliu had transformed into a sleazy-looking man with a rat-like beard, sitting hunched over on a long bench with his buttocks on it, one foot on the ground, and the other foot actually on the bench, with a small dish of peanuts in front of him.

I'm drinking tea.

"Waiter! Refill my water!"

Fang Laoliu slammed his hand on the table, and the rat's eyes widened.

"Sir...we've been enjoying tea and peanuts, how about we have a small drink at our humble shop?"

"No way! I'm waiting for someone to treat me to a lavish meal! A lavish meal, you know? A meal you never see or even hear about normally, you know? The kind where just the smell makes you feel like you're in heaven... understand? You think I'd drink your lousy liquor? Huh?!"

Fang Laoliu left one side of his shirt open, revealing a patch of black hair on his chest.

It has to be said that Fang Laoliu is a born actor; he can convincingly portray any role.

He portrayed the character of a petty thug vividly.

The waiter scoffed and walked away, muttering to himself, "...Heh...Never seen it, never heard of it...One whiff and you're immortal...Tsk tsk, eating peanuts and drinking tea...A poor bastard who can't even afford cheap liquor..."

Fang Laoliu hummed a little tune, picked up a peanut, tossed it high into the air, tilted his head back to catch it, crunched it, and chewed it continuously, shaking his head.

The stubble on his chin was thick and hard.

The scholar dressed as Dongfang Sansan peeked out briefly before shrinking back in, looking speechless.

You bastard, how am I, a scholar, supposed to meet with you dressed like that?

That bastard is clearly messing with me on purpose!

They didn't chase after them!

A moment later, a homeless man with gray hair and tattered clothes, reeking of foul odor, staggered into the inn and cursed loudly: "Damn single dog, damn Wang Laoliu who was struck by lightning... he actually drank here behind my back!"

He grabbed Fang Laoliu and said, "Do you remember all these years you were away from home, how your son called me Dad, how I helped raise your son? How have you treated me like this?!"

Fang Laoliu was dumbfounded: So ruthless? He just snatched my son away with a single word?
After a scuffle, the two disappeared while cursing each other.

"What...scum!"

The waiter glanced around outside, then spat, "You'd better not come back... Damn it... that guy hasn't paid yet..."

He hurriedly chased after him outside, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
In the realm of the Three Eastern Regions.

Dongfang San San unleashed his divine power, pinning down Fang Lao Liu and giving him a brutal beating!
This was the first time he had made a move in so many years, and it was a truly exhilarating fight.

Especially since Fang Laoliu's cultivation had improved, and this time, full of confidence, he fought back fiercely, only to be suppressed once again. This feeling made Dongfang San San even more intoxicated!
After giving Fang Laoliu a good beating, Dongfang San San stepped on Fang Laoliu's neck and asked, "Have you given up yet?"

Fang Laoliu said in grief and indignation: "I've already shouted 'I submit' six hundred times..."

From the moment he realized he was outmatched, Fang Laoliu began begging for mercy, but he was still soundly beaten! He was filled with unspeakable resentment!

I've improved so much, yet I still can't beat this strategist who claims to be 'weak as a chicken'!

The thought of being "utterly powerless" filled Fang Yun with utter utter rage! This was utterly shameless...

After the fight.

Dongfang San San looked refreshed; after so many years of cultivation, he had never truly enjoyed himself.

He had been waiting to trick Yan Nan, but Yan Nan never fell for it. Dongfang San San himself knew that this was purely because of his notorious reputation for treachery.

However, it must be said that through this beating of Fang Yunzheng, Dongfang Sansan truly understood Xue Fuxiao and the others: Seriously, beating people is so satisfying!
Even the breath that had been pent up for thousands of years seemed to be dissipating.

Both body and mind felt very comfortable.

And so, with flowing sleeves and an ethereal grace, she set up a banquet in the pavilion.

The aroma of food and wine wafted through the air.

Dongfang San San said to Fang Yunzheng, who was lying in front of her pretending to be a corpse with a bruised and swollen face, "Stop pretending, get up and have a drink. It's been years since we've had a drink together, and we're in such a good mood today."

Fang Yun lay motionless on the ground with his swollen face, filled with resentment, and said, "You're the one who hit me, so of course you're in a good mood; but I'm the one who got beaten up, so how can I be in a good mood!"

Dongfang San San said, "Then what can we do? If you can beat me, you can beat me too. I won't have any objections!"

Fang Yunzheng was furious: "So you're saying you're magnanimous and reasonable?"

"What do you think?"

Dongfang San San glanced sideways, clenched her fist, and instantly a huge fist materialized in the air, hovering above Fang Yunzheng's eye socket. Dongfang San San said kindly, "I'll give you a blink of an eye to answer one question: Am I reasonable or not?"

Fang Yunzheng didn't even blink: "Of course! You're my good older brother!"

His fist didn't move, remaining suspended above his eye socket. Dongfang San San asked again, "Brother, wanna drink?"

"Drink! I have to have a good drink with my good brother."

Fang Yunzheng jumped up, rubbed his face, pulled at the corners of his mouth with both hands, and sat down opposite Dongfang Sansan with a smile: "Big brother, the food and drinks today are really good."

"You shameless bastard! You only listen when I threaten you! You're like a mule, you won't move even if I drive you, you'll just go backwards if I pull you!"

Dongfang San San spoke sharply and sternly.

"Yes, yes, yes... I'd like to offer you a toast."

Fang Yunzheng raised his wine cup and said obsequiously, "I'll drink this first as a sign of respect."

Tweet!
He downed a glass of wine in no time. Dongfang San San couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "Still the same shameless temper as before... No wonder Fang Che's personality is so cheeky, it's inherited."

Fang Yunzheng laughed heartily: "I don't act like this in front of others. But in front of you, I can't get any advantage if I don't act like this."

She frowned as she spoke, "You weren't this much taller than me before? What happened? This improvement is a bit too much!"

Dongfang San San smiled and said, "To be honest, I was originally only at the level of Xue Fuxiao, but something happened later, and thanks to your son, I suddenly broke through."

"Ok?"

Fang Yun frowned and said, "You'd better be clear, are you referring to the original Xue Fuxiao's level, or the current Xue Fuxiao's level?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned: "Why are you making such a distinction?"

Fang Yun sighed, "Fine, I understand." He couldn't help but drink another bowl of wine, seemingly trying to drown his sorrows: "Fine! I really made myself miserable."

He then asked, "How did you benefit from my son?"

Now that times have changed and there are not many people who can get Dongfang San San to open up, she did not hide anything from Fang Yunzheng and said, "The Guardian's Furnace of Fortune has actually been half dead all along."

"It only started to improve around the time Fang Che entered the Yin-Yang Realm. It wasn't until Fang Che reached the Annihilation Realm that the Guardian's Fortune Furnace truly began to show signs of revival."

"After the three realms of heaven and earth, it has begun to erupt, but it is very weak."

"At that time, I could feel that the Qi Fortune Furnace had great potential, but it just wouldn't get going, which made me a little impatient. So I simply melted the Great Dao into myself, smelted the furnace, gathered Qi Fortune, and used myself as a torch to make the Qi Fortune Furnace start going. But that time, although I succeeded, it damaged my origin, and my origin and destiny became connected with the Qi Fortune Furnace."

"At the time, I felt that I only had about a thousand or eight hundred years left to live..."

"But later, for some unknown reason, Fang Che was cursed by the people of the Underworld and the Netherworld Palace. Their seven emotions and six desires drained their fortune, but Fang Che drained it back. Since Fang Che was bound by the fortune of the Guardian, the fortune he drained from the Netherworld Palace and the Underworld was used to nourish the Guardian's fortune furnace, and suddenly he surged forward..."

"And that surge not only fully restored my origin, but also strengthened my foundation. All the losses of the past years were made up for, and I even made a further step forward. As a result of this misfortune, my Great Dao was actually able to extend..."

"After much contemplation, I have finally come to understand that the reason is that the Flying Bear God has been revived, and the Heavenly Dao has reacted slightly. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, which was broken due to the demise of the Flying Bear God, has the possibility of being restored."

"So after that, it kept moving forward... It's truly a strange twist of fate, hard to describe."

Even now, Dongfang San San still sighs when he talks about this.

At that time, he was truly prepared to sacrifice himself in the furnace, to gather the fortune for the mainland, and to make a final gamble.

The Qi Yun Furnace at that time clearly felt like a huge volcano, with countless terrifying energies below, but it was sealed off. It only emitted a little smoke each day, half-dead, as if a basin of water could extinguish this huge volcano.

That terrifying energy will once again be suffocated beneath the earth.

Dongfang San San really didn't want to suffer like that anymore, so he thought of using his own body as a torch to let the energy below burst out and form a volcano that kept erupting and getting bigger and bigger.

At the cost of their own lives!

At that time, the younger generation had already begun to show their talent.

Even if I die, the guardian's fortune will surge, and the bloodline will never be broken; with successive generations sacrificing themselves, it can be maintained. Perhaps they will even do better than I did.

And it was also because he had endured so many years, his energy and strength completely depleted. Even if he hadn't done that, he would have been like a withered tree, outwardly robust but inwardly rotten, easily worn down by one or two life-or-death battles. That's why he did that.

But unexpectedly, this misfortune turned into a blessing, and they recovered completely and even made further progress.

It also makes one sigh, "Every sip and every bite, is it all preordained?"

Although Dongfang San San had never spoken of the dangers involved to anyone and kept them to herself, even now, just thinking about them made her break out in a cold sweat.

"That was too close!"

Listening to Dongfang San San's detailed explanation, Fang Yun was sweating profusely: "Boss, this...this is too risky. What if...you know, it would be..."

Dongfang San San was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I used to criticize Fang Che for being too impatient, always wanting to finish all the work in one day. But now it seems... I was indeed a bit impatient myself. But... Sixth Brother..."

Dongfang San San looked at Fang Yunzheng and slowly said, "On another note, if it weren't for people like us, doing such things with such conviction... even if the Flying Bear God were to be resurrected... wouldn't the Furnace of Destiny still be unable to reach its current state?"

"Without the spark of the past, how could there have been a prairie fire later on?"

"Moreover, this has also brought us an opportunity; isn't it a case of putting ourselves in a life-or-death situation and then finding a way out?"

"I can say that," Dongfang Sansan said calmly.

"What if we don't get the opportunity? The fate of the guardians rests on your shoulders. Wouldn't that mean the continent will fall?" Fang Yun asked, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs' in this world. Besides, without me, perhaps this world would be a better place."

Dongfang Sansan raised his glass: "So, Archer is my lucky star. In that sense, he is my savior. Come, come, as his father, I'll toast you with a glass of gratitude."

Fang Yun was touching the wine glass, feeling a mix of emotions.

After a long pause, he finally said, "I don't dare accept your toast, but let's have a toast instead."

They clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

I could only feel my heart pounding on its own.

Dongfang San San finished speaking and didn't take it seriously, but Fang Yunzheng was really frightened by this matter.

It turns out that Dongfang San San, who once dominated the world and controlled the mortal realm, had fallen!
This is absolutely shocking!
"Don't take any more risks in the future!"

Fang Yunzheng said, "You scared me to death."

"It will never happen again."

Dongfang San San made a solemn promise.

He received a look from Fang Yunzheng that showed absolutely no trust.

"What exactly is the matter this time?" Dongfang San San knew the answer: "Anyway, it concerns your son's safety. You wouldn't have done anything unless it was something extremely important."

"I've come here because I really have something to discuss."

Fang Yunzheng asked, "Do you want to hear the good news first, or the bad news first?"

Dongfang San San remained silent for a moment.

I had just scared him with my own experience, thinking he would behave, but as soon as I finished speaking, he started wagging his tail again.

"What bad news could there be?" she said irritably.

“I picked up Archer and we had a conversation.”

Fang Yunzheng became serious when talking about his son: "I asked him, if Yan Nan, Bai Jing, and Sun Wutian were about to die in front of him, what would he do?"

Dongfang San San immediately raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "How could you ask that question? Aren't you forcing him into a corner?!"

"But he'll probably have to face this problem soon."

Fang Yunzheng said dejectedly.

Dongfang San San sighed and said, "Sixth Brother, you have to trust the child. And you also need to understand that when that time really comes, whatever he does will be right!"

"Hmm." Fang Yun was drinking silently. He sat in his seat with his head down, his head almost touching his chest.

"Back when you were in the Ten Directions Surveillance team, every time we communicated, I would tell you to do your duty in the Ten Directions Surveillance team!"

Dongfang Sansan said solemnly, "Now, Archer should also do his duty in the Sovereign Sect!"

“Archer is different from me; he has it much harder.”

Fang Yunzheng said, "Take the matter of him finding a wife in the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect, we all know in our hearts that it shouldn't be like this, but what can he do? With the Guardians, even if it's Fengyuxue's daughter, we can say no if we don't want her, but with the Weiwo Zhengjiao sect, does he dare to say no? Can he say no?"

Fang Yunzheng said painfully, "Unless we retreat! But if we retreat, everything we've done before will be meaningless!"

"But you've already married a wife, and she's a good woman. Your sister-in-law and I both think she's wonderful. She's a good daughter and a good wife; you couldn't find one like her even with a lantern on the entire continent. But, if things continue like this, won't Archer feel guilty for taking advantage of his wife's feelings and becoming a complete conman? That would be painful for any man, wouldn't it?"

"Unless he's truly heartless and ruthless! But even then, he wouldn't be capable of doing what he's doing!"

"In a way, even we elders have to admit that no matter how sincere or devoted you are, isn't this just taking advantage of someone's purest feelings?"

"But what can he do?"

"We can lie and say it's okay, that we'll treat each other sincerely from now on. But you and I both know that's just empty talk. As for Fang Che himself, what he thinks and how much he struggles inside, no one can help him!"

Fang Yunzheng said, "And as you and I both know, it's this kind of inner struggle that's the most tormenting!"

"Because he could never forget that he was an undercover agent!"

"To those who believe in Sovereignty, he is a fraud!"

"No matter how well he performs in his duties within the Solipsist Church, he is still a fraud. On this basis, the more genuine and kind they are to him, the more bitter he feels inside!"

"The situation is stable now, and we can still get by. But what about the future? What if people keep dying on both sides...? If someone dies on one side, it's like a piece of your heart is ripped out; if someone dies on the other side, there's an emotional void..."

Fang Yunzheng's eyes were bloodshot: "Ninth Brother! I've come this far by tearing my heart out, and now A'Che's situation is even worse than mine, ten times, a hundred times worse!"

"Yan Nan treated him like a grandson-in-law, showing him genuine affection; Bai Jing cherished him like a treasure, showering him with boundless love; Sun Wutian regarded him as the apple of his eye..."

"And these people... to the Guardian Continent, and even to all of humanity, which one of them isn't burdened with blood debts? Which one of them isn't guilty of heinous crimes?"

"What about the future? Let them go? Don't kill them? Or exterminate them all? What about Yan Beihan? What about Bi Yunyan? What about Fang Che?"

"Perhaps we can stand back and say without feeling the pain that for the common people, for all living beings... everything is worth it."

Fang Yunzheng, his eyes red, said, "But...why? Why don't all the common people suffer this pain? Why do we have to bear it?!"

Dongfang San San sighed.

He silently raised his glass.

He knew that Fang Yun was complaining to him about his son, but wasn't it also Fang Yun's pent-up resentment from the past life finally erupting towards him?

He thought quietly for a moment and said, "Sixth Brother, calm down and let me explain slowly."

He frowned: "Calm down, trust Ninth Brother. You must trust Ninth Brother. There is no problem that cannot be solved."

Fang Yunzheng felt a surge of pent-up frustration in his heart. He picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go. He then slammed the jar down on the ground, exhaling the fumes of alcohol, and said, "Then, you tell me!"

(End of this chapter)