Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 237 Changes in the World
Fang Shu arrived at the stomach.

The once bustling Hama Beach is now desolate, like a ghost.

At first, he thought it was just people inside the mountain gate who hadn't come out to walk around.

But when he reached Toad Street, he only saw a few hurried figures on the road.

Especially when passing through a certain place, Fang Shu saw a familiar figure again, and only then did he realize that after the great battle, the people in the mountains were really having a hard time.

At the entrance to the quiet room for rent in the miscellaneous hall, half a person was lying on the stone steps, listlessly basking in the non-existent sun.

If the other party hadn't still had some life force left, they would have been as good as dead.

This person was none other than Steward Sun, with whom Fang Shu had interacted when he first went up the mountain.

As Fang Shu approached the other person, he paused slightly, but did not stop or offer any pleasantries. He simply walked past the other person with a calm expression.

As he passed by, Steward Sun, who had been keeping his eyes closed, couldn't help but open them, looking at Fang Shu's back with a mixture of envy and confusion.

"Another disciple returning to the mountain," Manager Sun muttered to himself. He also had a vague feeling that Fang Shu's back looked somewhat familiar.

But before he could think much of it, a stern, stern look came from inside the shop renting out quiet rooms.

A voluptuous and beautiful maidservant emerged from the shop, carrying a basin of something. She impatiently tossed it down in front of Manager Sun, yelling at him like he was feeding a dog.

"Come and eat."

After throwing down the rice bowl, the beautiful maid turned around and swayed her hips as she entered the shop, and soon the sounds of her laughing and joking with the people in the shop could be heard.

Faced with such humiliation, Steward Sun's face went numb. He used his hands to support half of his body, crawled to the rice bowl, and began to devour the food.

He completely ignored the sounds of his beautiful maids and servants laughing and joking inside the shop.

Two years ago, this person suffered a great calamity. His body from the waist down was covered in rotten flesh. He not only lost both legs, but also had his external genitalia, intestines, and other organs removed, making it difficult for him to eat.

However, he was penniless and had to take medicinal meals with spiritual energy every day, so he could not eat ordinary food and needed someone to help him.

In short, he was a useless person. The fact that he can eat every day and slowly recover is already a blessing for him.

At least his own beautiful maids and servants were supporting him; he couldn't ask for more.

And such a scene.

Naturally, it was taken in by Fang Shu, who was passing by.

This scene reminded him of the time when this man surnamed Sun slaughtered Hua Xiaqing like a chicken.

The world has changed, and the roles of master and servant have been reversed, which is quite poignant and interesting.

Continue straight ahead.

Fang Shu first went to the household hall, where he registered, informed the sect, and completed the procedures for returning to the mountain. He then began to use the letters that had been accumulated and stored in the household hall.

There were quite a few letters, some from fellow disciples, some from senior sisters, some from the servants in the Gu pit, and some from people coming down the mountain to inquire about his safety.

Fang Shu unfolded the letters from his second uncle and others, read them carefully, and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He immediately wrote a letter and hung it in the main hall, asking the head servant to take it down the mountain when he had free time, informing his second uncle and others of his recent situation and telling them not to worry.

As for the letters from the others, Fang Shu read them one by one and immediately gained an understanding of the situation within the sect.

What alarmed him was that, after years of fierce battles, the disciples within the sect had indeed suffered heavy casualties!

Of the outer disciples, one-third have perished in battle, their remains never recovered, and another third are wounded or maimed, their paths to immortality severed. The only reason they remain within the sect is to recuperate, hoping to one day descend the mountain to retire. In other words, at best, only one-third of the disciples are currently unharmed.

As for the inner disciples, the loss rate was also quite high. Although there was no exact number, according to several letters, of the inner disciples who entered the sect in the same batch as Fang Shu, only five are still alive today.

Fang Shu was quite relieved by the terrible state of the damage.

Fortunately, he descended the mountain in time; otherwise, even with the protection of the Dragon Maiden Immortal, it's hard to guarantee he wouldn't have suffered in the great battle between the two sects.

Even if he hadn't died in battle, given his previous level of cultivation, let alone peacefully cultivating, he could easily have been injured or damaged, ruining his foundation.

Of course, apart from the disciples who suffered heavy casualties, some formidable disciples also emerged from the temple over the years.

Some of them even rose through the ranks from menial laborers to become inner disciples through meritorious service.

These people are currently enjoying great popularity and attracting much attention within the temple.

In addition, there is another thing that Fang Shu should pay attention to in the temple, that is, disciples like them who have returned after going down the mountain now have a bad reputation in the temple and are hostile to the disciples who remain in the mountain.

Fang Shu examined the message and thought to himself, "So they're calling us 'deserters'?"

That's not a bad point.

After all, the disciples in the mountains suffered heavy casualties; even the timid ones had at least worked hard, if not achieved great merit. On the other hand, those who went down the mountain were all safe and sound, living a comfortable life outside.

If it were Fang Shu, he would definitely have objections to this as well. Therefore, he only considered it briefly before putting the matter aside.

Since he has already avoided the major battle and enjoyed privileges, he can bear the infamy of being a deserter.

I got a rough idea of ​​what was going on in the mountains.

Fang Shu was generally relieved.

His senior sister Fang Lu is still alive, the immortal Long Gu is still alive, and even the group of fellow practitioners in the Gu pit, although some were killed or injured, the casualties were far lower than the average level in the temple, and the incense of the Du Gu Hall is still burning.

All of this has far exceeded Fang Shuxin's expectations.

He immediately composed himself and his face lit up with joy.

He casually left a few messages in the hall to inform his friends, and then headed towards the location of the Gu Hall.

Once again, at the Gu Hall.

Fang Shu keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the Gu Hall today was completely different from that before.

The decrease in the number of people in the hall was only one aspect; the key issue was that everyone who passed by exuded an aura that was either fierce or numb, as if they were all burdened with worries.

Once inside the hall, he belatedly realized that the toads that had always roamed the screen wall at the entrance of the hall in previous years had now disappeared.

The once intricate screen wall is now covered with only dense bas-reliefs, devoid of life and quite damaged.

Fang Shu spent some time waiting, but instead of being received by his second senior brother, he was greeted by Gou Yandi, who was in charge of the miscellaneous items in the hall.

When Gou Yandi saw Fang Shu now, he looked quite different from before. He was neither enthusiastic nor contemptuous, and his eyes were as numb as those of a servant in the hall.

Only when Fang Shu requested to pay respects to the Immortal Dragon Maiden did her expression waver slightly, as if she were about to let out a soft sigh.

This made Fang Shu's heart skip a beat.

Finally, he stood in the empty Gu Hall for several hours until a figure as thin as an old woman and devoid of any color appeared, and he was shocked to realize what kind of dramatic change had taken place in the Gu Hall.

(End of this chapter)