Chapter 391 - 190: Greeting with One’s Life
Chapter 391: Chapter 190: Greeting with One’s Life
Fang Shuwen stroked Long Qingzhi’s head.
"Alright. Once you’re at the Saintess Sect, focus on cultivating the Glazed Holy Heart Scripture. If fate allows, we will meet again."
Long Qingzhi bit her lip lightly, then said:
"Brother Fang, can you... can you... hug me?"
Fang Shuwen froze. Looking into her eyes, he finally let out a sigh.
He reached out and drew her into his arms, patting her back comfortingly.
Long Qingzhi rested her face against Fang Shuwen’s chest, her arms wrapped around his waist.
Fang Qingyi watched quietly, neither hurrying them nor turning away.
A moment later, Long Qingzhi gave Fang Shuwen one last, tight hug. She took a deep breath, then looked up at him.
"Brother Fang, what you said just now was wrong."
"What did I say?"
"Whether fate allows it or not, we will meet again."
Long Qingzhi’s words were powerful and bold.
Fang Shuwen stood there, stunned. Long Qingzhi had already walked over to Fang Qingyi’s side.
"Sister, I’m ready."
"Mm."
Fang Qingyi nodded. She shot Fang Shuwen a cold glance, then took Long Qingzhi’s hand, and with a single step, they flew out the window and away.
’Hey... What was that look for?’
Fang Shuwen was a little indignant.
’Why’d you look at me like I’m some heartless scumbag who plays with women’s feelings and then dumps them?’
Fang Qingyi was gone, and Long Qingzhi was gone too.
Fang Shuwen didn’t know if they had heard him or not.
The room was suddenly empty. The young woman’s faint scent seemed to linger, and his heart felt unexpectedly empty as well.
He closed the window. With a wave of his hand, all the candles in the room were extinguished.
He returned to the bed, intending to meditate, but for a long while, he couldn’t calm his mind.
He gave up, flopped onto the bed, and closed his eyes... When he awoke, it was the next morning.
When he opened his eyes, he was still a bit dazed.
’How did I fall asleep in bed?’
After sitting up, he finally remembered that Long Qingzhi had left with Fang Qingyi.
Shaking his head, Fang Shuwen suddenly thought, ’I’m probably not a very good man, am I?’
’My heart races for Zhou Qingmei, yet I’m still entangled with Yu Yaoguang, and now I can’t bear to see Long Qingzhi go.’
He shook his head to stop thinking about it and went out to find Fang Dabao.
The creature was utterly carefree. When it saw Fang Shuwen, it was clutching a bamboo shoot, munching away with sweet relish.
Upon seeing Fang Shuwen arrive, it pulled another one from its already deflated large bundle and handed it to him.
Fang Shuwen patted its head.
"Well, now it’s just the two of us."
He found the Shopkeeper and checked out of the room. After leaving the inn, he vaulted onto Fang Dabao’s back.
"Let’s go, to the Sword God Palace!"
...
...
The Sword God Palace was on Celestial Jade Mountain.
It was one of the offshoots of the Great Ice Glacier.
It was a land of perpetual wind and snow. Rumor had it that from a distance, the Sword God Palace, perched halfway up Celestial Jade Mountain and blanketed by the blizzard, resembled a heavenly palace.
Fang Shuwen, on the other hand, felt that everyone from the Sword God Palace, from its founding ancestor to the current Ye Wefeng, was a master of posturing.
’Among the Martial Arts passed down their lineage, there must be a "Sacred Tome of Showing Off" or something.’
’Otherwise, there was no explaining how a Sect could exist where every single member, from top to bottom, was such a pretentious poser.’
’The Sword God Palace’s founder chose to build the Sect in a place where birds wouldn’t even stop to shit. What was the point, other than making people sigh in admiration at the Sect’s profound power whenever it was mentioned?’
Fang Dabao traveled quickly.
「Five days later.」
Fang Shuwen arrived in a world of ice and snow.
The vast land was a blanket of white.
Heavy snow, with flakes like goose feathers, fell relentlessly from the sky, seemingly without end.
With every step, Fang Dabao sank deep into the snowdrifts.
The trek was somewhat difficult.
Fang Shuwen looked up. The Great Ice Glacier, obscured by the wind and snow, seemed to be right in front of him.
It was an indescribably magnificent feeling, as if the entire world was supported by a single, colossal glacier.
It involuntarily made one feel insignificant.
However, in the face of such a mighty force of nature, human power ultimately had its limits.
Although it looked as if it was right before his eyes, in reality, the Great Ice Glacier was still very far from Fang Shuwen, but Celestial Jade Mountain was already very close.
Fang Shuwen’s gaze soon fell upon a snow-covered figure. He smiled and asked:
"How long have you been waiting?"
The snow-covered figure spoke in reply:
"Three days."
"...Aren’t you hungry?"
Fang Shuwen asked a very down-to-earth question.
The figure was silent for a moment before saying:
"I brought rations."
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"Since you’re here, let’s go."
The figure immediately shook the snow from its body. It was none other than Sun Buping, the Sect Leader of the Cyan Sheep Sect.
Back on Celestial Martial Peak, he had said that he wanted to go to the Sword God Palace with Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen had put him off with the same routine he had used on Zhao Ziying.
Moreover, when Fang Shuwen left, he hadn’t informed him, much less made any agreement with him.
But it now seemed that both of them were fiercely determined in their own ways.
Zhao Ziying’s resolve to annihilate her own sect was unshakable.
Sun Buping’s hatred for the Sword God Palace was probably just as indestructible.
Fang Shuwen didn’t ask about the feud between Sun Buping and the Sword God Palace. He remained seated on Fang Dabao, heading toward Celestial Jade Mountain, with Sun Buping following his every step.
They traveled like this for a full hour before Fang Dabao suddenly halted.
Without warning, a sharp glint of steel seemed to ride in on the blizzard, the point of a sword aimed directly at Fang Dabao.
Fang Dabao instantly reared up on its hind legs, dodging the sword.
But at that exact moment, several streaks of sword light converged from all directions.
Fang Shuwen merely lifted his gaze, and the deep chime of a great bell instantly thundered across the world.
A translucent, ancient golden bell enveloped him and Fang Dabao.
The sword strikes landed on the ancient bell, letting out a tremendous crash.
The white-robed Swordsmen watched as their longswords suddenly, inexplicably, reversed course.
The blades plunged into their own stomachs, and before they could understand what had happened, they were dead on the spot.
A smile crept onto the corner of Fang Shuwen’s mouth.
"Looks like we’ve reached their front door. The Sword God Palace certainly has a unique way of welcoming guests. I’ve never seen anyone offer up their lives as a greeting before."