Chapter 372 - 184: Glazed Holy Heart Scripture (2)
Chapter 372: Chapter 184: Glazed Holy Heart Scripture (2)
"But now’s not the time to talk about that. I plan to head to the Western Domain next, so I won’t be staying to witness you reach the pinnacle of the Jianghu.
"It’s just... the two places you’re headed to next are both extremely dangerous. Do you need the Saintess Sect to lend you a hand?"
"No need."
Fang Shuwen said softly,
"I am enough."
"Good."
The White-robed Saintess laughed heartily.
"As expected of... the Human World Demon God.
"Since that’s the case, we won’t get in your way.
"We’re leaving. After you’ve taken care of everything, someone will come to see you."
"Alright."
Fang Shuwen didn’t insist.
He had his own plans, and the White-robed Saintess’s choice to not press the matter suited him perfectly.
But as he watched her depart, he couldn’t help but offer a word of caution.
"Jueshen Palace in the Western Domain... it doesn’t sound simple."
"It’s not like I’m going to cause trouble for Jueshen Palace."
The White-robed Saintess glanced back at Fang Shuwen.
"Besides, if I do happen to run into them, what’s the big deal? If I can’t beat them, I can still run."
Fang Shuwen gave a wry smile at her words.
The White-robed Saintess turned, and in the blink of an eye, her figure vanished.
Fang Shuwen watched her back silently, let out a slow breath, and then said to Long Qingzhi,
"Let’s go."
Long Qingzhi nodded slightly but couldn’t resist asking Fang Shuwen,
"That Sister Baiyi just now... she’s from the Saintess Sect, right?
"Do you have a connection with the Saintess Sect too?"
Fang Shuwen shook his head.
"I don’t know either. She spoke vaguely. I guess I’ll have to wait for a chance to ask in the future."
"Mm."
Long Qingzhi nodded, lost in thought.
Fang Shuwen didn’t dwell on the matter either. He led Long Qingzhi straight back to the Xu Family Manor.
Most of the people there had already dispersed.
News that the Western Regions Celestial Eagle Alliance intended to enter the Northern Domain had already spread.
This news was even more alarming than Fang Shuwen charging into the Northern Domain all by himself.
After Li Chengfeng and the others from the Cyan Sheep Sect learned of this, they had wanted to keep all the Jianghu people there to discuss a counter-strategy.
However, as soon as the suggestion was made, the crowd of Jianghu people shook their heads and refused outright.
They had been scared out of their wits by Fang Shuwen. Although they knew the matter with the Celestial Eagle Alliance was of great importance, they didn’t dare remain at the Xu Family Manor. If they happened to offend that Demon Evil God and he casually tore them to shreds, there would be no one to hear their cries for justice.
Zhao Ziying, however, hadn’t left. He planned to stay for a few days to recuperate from his injuries.
Otherwise, leaving the mountain in his current state would be very dangerous for him.
Seeing Fang Shuwen return, he sidled up to him.
"Where did you go?"
"Why haven’t you left yet?"
Fang Shuwen was puzzled.
"After this battle, I doubt this lot will dare to cause you trouble again. Besides, with the Jianghu of the Western Domain eyeing the Northern Domain like a tiger watching its prey, they won’t have the time to scheme for the Glazed Saint Body anymore."
Zhao Ziying glanced at the surrounding group of Jianghu people, then his gaze returned to Fang Shuwen.
"But you were asking me all about Zhao Wuji. Don’t tell me you’re planning to go to Cold Valley Town next?"
"That’s right."
Fang Shuwen nodded.
"You want to go too?"
"I do, indeed."
Zhao Ziying asked,
"Can you take me with you?"
Fang Shuwen gave Zhao Ziying a half-smile.
"Why should I take you?"
"Because I am a disciple of the Zhao Clan."
Zhao Ziying showed no shame as he said this.
Fang Shuwen recalled how this guy had adamantly denied his identity outside the Chaotic Stone Forest and was momentarily speechless.
"The legs are on your body. Who can stop you from going wherever you want?"
"So that’s a yes?"
Zhao Ziying said, but Fang Shuwen had already walked past him.
He found Li Chengfeng and asked him to arrange a room. Li Chengfeng, having already prepared one, quickly had someone escort Fang Shuwen and Long Qingzhi to rest.
Once in the room, Fang Shuwen had the manor’s servants heat and bring several buckets of hot water.
Fang Shuwen soaked himself in the bathtub for a full hour before finally getting out.
He washed off all the bloodstains, leaving the water in the tub tinged a faint red.
After changing into a fresh set of clothes, Fang Shuwen finally felt human again.
Coming out from behind the screen, he looked up and saw Long Qingzhi sitting on the bed in a daze.
When she saw Fang Shuwen emerge, she finally looked over at him.
"What’s wrong?"
Fang Shuwen found it a bit strange.
Long Qingzhi shook her head. Now that her revenge was complete, her only thought was to get to Cold Valley Town as soon as possible, find Zhao Wuji, and finally begin to formally cultivate her Martial Arts.
Only then would she have a chance to one day stand by Fang Shuwen’s side.
Especially today, watching Fang Shuwen speak so freely with the White-robed Saintess made the gap between herself and him feel even wider.
But obviously, she couldn’t say these things to Fang Shuwen.
She thought for a moment, then said,
"Brother Fang, what was that thing Sister Baiyi gave you?"
Fang Shuwen was also curious about it, so he took out the bamboo tube.
He casually popped off the lid and found a sheepskin scroll inside.
After pulling it out and unrolling it, he saw it was covered in densely packed text.
Fang Shuwen looked at the four large words at the very top and read them aloud softly,
"Glazed Holy Heart Scripture..."
Fang Shuwen’s pupils contracted slightly. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard footsteps approaching.
Immediately followed by a voice calling out,
"Sun Buping of the Cyan Sheep Sect requests an audience with Hero Fang."
After a moment’s thought, Fang Shuwen tucked the "Glazed Holy Heart Scripture" into his sleeve. Then, with a flick of his hand, the door swung open, revealing Sun Buping outside.
Sun Buping’s posture was very deferential. He walked slowly into the room and clasped his fist in salute.