Chapter 1273: Chapter 35: Emperor Ye Pays a Visit [2-in-1] (Part 3)

Everyone shook their heads, offering sincere smiles: "Haha... we are not fools..."

At this moment, at the entrance, a figure in black floated in from afar.

Very thin, very tall, a black robe draped over him, as if it were hung on a bamboo pole.

The whole person walked in sunlight, yet gave the impression as if a gate to Hell opened behind him, with him floating out from it.

He exuded a strong, clear sensation: before him was sunlight, but it could not touch him. Behind him was Hell, yet could not envelop him!

He walked lightly, facing everyone, but none of them could clearly see his face.

Upon reaching the entrance, he glanced at Fang Che.

He smiled slightly and said, "Captain Fang."

The sound condensed into a line, crossing over a hundred feet, accurately reaching Fang Che’s ears.

This was not voice transmission.

But apart from Fang Che, no one else could hear.

Fang Che’s superior spiritual sense didn’t even realize this person’s arrival, only turning once the sound entered his ear.

Seeing with the naked eye, only a mass of gray shadow swaying gently at the entrance, resembling a ghost, giving the feeling of disappearing without a trace within the world at any moment.

With a thought, he swiftly moved, pulling out a trail of shadow, appearing at the entrance, standing before the figure in black.

The blurring on the face of the black-clad individual suddenly vanished, revealing a handsome face to Fang Che.

Features sharply defined.

Despite being thin to the extreme, it was an incredibly tasteful and handsome visage, just imbued with a natural indifference.

His eyes, like stars in a cold night, now carried a warm smile, looking at Fang Che.

"Brother?"

Although Fang Che used a questioning tone, his eyes were full of certainty.

The black-clad figure laughed: "What, surprised?"

"I just didn’t expect brother to recover and be so dashing."

Fang Che laughed heartily and said: "Want to come in for tea?"

"Yes, it’s my first time visiting the Guardian’s domain in this life, naturally I have to take a look and chat with you."

This figure in black was none other than Emperor Ye.

Ghost Blade.

Sikong Ye!

Smiling, he followed Fang Che inside, but as Feng Xiangdong, Dongyun Yu, and others viewed him, the sensation was utterly different.

They perceived... Fang Che bringing along his own shadow, chatting amiably with it, entering his own office.

With not a trace of incongruity.

They knew very well Fang Che had a guest, yet their eyes and senses reminded them: no one came, it was only Fang Che entering his office!

Yet suddenly, the world filled with chilling winds, as if thousands of fierce ghosts had begun to hover and wail.

When Fang Che’s door closed with a bang.

Everyone snapped back to reality, looking at each other, both eyes full of shock!

What... kind of cultivation is this? What is happening? Why is there such an eerie, gusty sensation!?

"Did you notice anything?"

"...I sensed my grandpa’s ghost stories from my childhood seemed real..."

Just then.

Ye Meng emerged from the Internal Affairs Room, saying: "Everyone, please come and help, quickly tidy up the storeroom."

"Alright."

So everyone went over.

"Where is Fang Che?"

"He went into the room. Seems like someone is looking for him, yet seems like no one is." Xue Wanren said, scratching his head.

"What do you mean?" Ye Meng asked puzzled: "Are you sure if someone came or not?"

"Really unsure. Even if someone came, it felt like a ghost came."

Everyone chuckled bitterly together.

"Why don’t you, sister-in-law, go take a look?"

"Since Fang Che closed the door, it proves there’s business. If there’s nothing, he wouldn’t close the door."

Ye Meng glanced back, then gently said: "Hence, when he closes the door, we should refrain from going over."

"Understood, sister-in-law."

The group promised together, remembering it well.

They all knew this was a reminder from Ye Meng.

Inside the room.

Emperor Ye sat across from Fang Che, his handsome yet not overly gentle face full of helpless smiles.

Because Fang Che, across from him, kept going "tsk tsk," staring intently at him.

As if he had discovered a rare animal never seen on Earth before.

Even Emperor Ye felt it unbearable.

He frowned and said, "Since I achieved cultivation in martial arts, you’re the third person in the world to see my face. The previous two never had such a big reaction as you."

Fang Che shrugged, "Brother, those two were your brother and your master. How can they compare to someone meeting you for the first time like me?"

"The other wasn’t my master."

Emperor Ye smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, looked at it, practiced, and said softly, "My body finally doesn’t stink anymore."

Fang Che put away his smile and nodded.

He knew the weight those words carried. At the same time, he knew that with those words, the joking time was over.

So he carefully brewed tea.

"Last night I returned and, until now, didn’t rest a bit. I completely removed the residual poison from my body, peeled off all the scars, and soaked in spiritual water until dawn."

Emperor Ye said faintly, "I’ve emanated all the stench that had fused into my internal organs, skin, and muscle over the years, to dare let my hair grow back."

He looked at Fang Che and smiled, "Actually, I have a cleanliness obsession."

These words made Fang Che’s hand tremble as he brought the tea to him.

He truly couldn’t imagine how someone with a cleanliness obsession endured living in such a stench for over two thousand years after being poisoned.

With a sigh, he said, "This cultivation journey is very long."

Emperor Ye was silent.

Finally, in a deep voice he said, "Yes, this journey of cultivation is very long. Thankfully, it’s over now."

Emperor Ye picked up his tea, brought it to his eyes, and looked at the green tea, lowered his eyelids, and sniffed the aroma of the tea entering his nostrils.

He said softly, "How fragrant."

He used this moment to calm himself, took two sips, and smiled: "Are you perhaps puzzled by how quickly I accepted your terms yesterday, and how readily I recognized you as a brother? Do you feel that I, the Emperor Ye, have no backbone? When I heard I could survive, I immediately agreed, flattering you and building brotherhood? Lacking the spirit of a martial artist?"

This question was rather probing.

Fang Che gave a faint smile: "Brother, you explained this question yesterday. Asking again today clearly shows you’re a bit hung up on this."

Emperor Ye smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and candidly admitted, "Yes. It bothers me a lot! For those I don’t care about, I never concern myself with what they think, but for those I do care about, I care a lot."

Fang Che laughed heartily, "To be honest, brother, yesterday I visited without intending to make friends, and certainly not to form brotherhoods. I was simply a guardian negotiating terms with someone who had the potential to control Donghu’s underworld, to make a trade."

"As long as he agreed, I would treat him."

"Whether that person is good or bad is not my concern."

"Thus, flattery or praise, or even hostility and disdain, do not concern me. My only focus is the future of the underworld."

Fang Che admitted frankly, "From this perspective, it doesn’t matter what kind of person you are or what sort of actions you take; it won’t affect my thoughts, nor will I make any evaluation."

Emperor Ye nodded slowly.

Fang Che said, "But I do know one thing: your poison and your wounds, over the years, whether by joining the Wei Wo Zheng Sect or the Guardians, you had countless opportunities to resolve them. Even more than before! Both organizations could surely restore you completely and bring you further advancement!"

"Every day for over two thousand years. At any time, telling anyone would have solved your poison and wounds. But you would rather endure over two thousand years yourself than accept their favors."

"How could someone like that do what you mentioned just for survival?"

Fang Che frowned and said, "In that sense, brother, asking me that question is an insult to my intelligence."

Emperor Ye’s expression relaxed, and he laughed heartily, "Indeed! Indeed! I was narrow-minded, hahaha..."

Saying that he was narrow-minded, yet his face bloomed like a flower.

Because the knot in his heart had completely unraveled.

Fang Che also laughed, "How’s your new place? Need any help?"

Emperor Ye smiled, "I’ve recovered. Don’t worry about this. Trust me, I will live better and more gracefully than both Dongfang Sansan and Yan Nan."

"I truly believe that!"

Fang Che laughed heartily, "In that regard, they’re not as good as you!"

He then asked, "And the boss?"

Emperor Ye’s face turned into a look of unbearable horror: "That old guy has gone mad, I can now beat ten of him with one hand... yet he keeps nagging, treating me like a child who doesn’t understand. So annoying!"