Chapter 482: Chapter 128: This Spear Is Called Netherworld! [Ten Thousand Words]

"Warriors are meant to fight, not to wait for the heroes at the front to protect them. When the heroes break through and become stronger, we can cheer for them. But you should think more about how we can make ourselves stronger so we don’t hold back the heroes in front of us!"

"And consider this: It’s certainly harder for those mythical figures to break through the first grade than it is for us, yet they’ve managed to break through while we haven’t. Isn’t it shameful?"

All of them lowered their heads one by one.

Hearing Mr. Fang say this, they really felt quite embarrassed.

"Go patrol the streets! Assessment tomorrow!"

Mr. Fang threw down this line, slapped the table, and shouted, "Hurry up! Don’t leave anyone behind, go patrol the streets, and while patrolling, make sure to patrol around Hongyun Restaurant. Ensure the safety of Hongyun Restaurant!"

Suddenly.

A cheer erupted.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang! Long live Mr. Fang!"

With a booming sound.

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Everyone, including Fang Che, knew that with such momentum in the city and Dong Changfeng’s breakthrough with his Jinshe Spear, the whole city was under immense pressure. At such a time, not even the demon race from the Demon Sect would dare to show up and cause trouble.

So even though the city was bustling at the moment, it was actually the safest time.

Fang Che, although cursing them, would never let his subordinates miss out on this heaven-sent opportunity for welfare.

Because, when Dong Changfeng has the largest number of people, he is bound to distribute welfare.

And at that moment, it’s a life-changing opportunity for these people.

As for the saying "protect Hongyun Restaurant"... well, does Hongyun Restaurant need any protection?

However, the people from the Steward Hall could swagger over there and use this reason to occupy the best spots and gain the greatest benefits!

That’s why everyone was so grateful to Fang Che.

Even though they were scolded.

...

"Tang Zheng!"

Fang Che glared, "What level have you reached?"

"Mr. Fang, I’ve finally broken through to Martial General! I feel full of power!"

Tang Zheng stood at attention, full of spirit.

"Go prepare a whip, I’m going to use it on people tomorrow."

"Uh..."

"Hurry up. Then go to Hongyun Restaurant to be on duty, protect Lord Dong!"

Protect Lord Dong...

These five words nearly made Tang Zheng burst out laughing.

...

Fang Che wandered alone onto the street, patrolling while sensing the surge of Spiritual Energy in his dantian. Compared to two days ago, his dantian had almost doubled.

And the Spiritual Fog Vortex had increased threefold.

The entire dantian was shrouded in mist; if someone were amidst this dense fog, they definitely wouldn’t be able to see their hand in front of their face.

Observing, observing...

Fang Che suddenly realized there seemed to be something different in one area.

He hurriedly used his Divine Thought to probe it again, only to discover that it had condensed into a cloud formation.

Fang Che was amazed.

Cloud formation!

There was actually a cloud formation in the middle.

In his previous life, he had a Fog Vortex after reaching the late King level, and Spiritual Liquid when reaching the late Emperor Level.

Then he got exploded by a single spear strike.

Now, being just at Peak Martial Marquis, not only was the Fog Vortex full, a cloud formation had also appeared.

He himself didn’t know that Spiritual Energy had the cloud process in its forms!

Fang Che suddenly discovered a new path.

Accumulate mist to form clouds, clouds to rain, rain to rivers, rivers to lakes, lakes to seas? Seas to...

Is this the path?

Fang Che’s mind expanded, instantly recalling the day when the Water God drew water down directly onto the lava, instantly turning into steam and rising, forming fog in the air. The fog kept rising higher and more abundant, gradually forming thick cloud formations.

And then came that heavy rain...

Fang Che’s eyes lit up: So that’s how it is.

He suddenly understood the path he should take.

But what Fang Che didn’t know... is that the path he discovered belongs only to the talented.

Those with poor aptitude, or those below the Heavenly Level, basically follow the path Fang Che did in his previous life; and across the continent, this is the mainstream for martial artists.

...

He slowly walked near Hongyun Restaurant.

It was already packed here.

However, the order was surprisingly neat.

All were experts, many people having bought wine, standing around sipping it by themselves, trying to catch a bit of good fortune.

They seemed to be waiting for something.

Seeing that his Steward Hall’s over two hundred people were mostly on the outskirts, unable to squeeze in, Fang Che frowned. How can they catch any benefits from the outside?

Although the surroundings were also Guardians, they were unfamiliar.

Besides, who knows if there are any spies inside... It’s always more reassuring if it’s one’s own people soaking up the benefits.

Fang Che frowned, then shouted sternly, "People from the second hall of Baiyun State Guardian Hall, gather at my side!"

The loud shout was earth-shattering, and countless pairs of eyes suddenly turned toward him.

In an instant, the people from Steward Hall’s second hall gathered around.

Fang Che, in a fit of anger, said, "I told you to protect Hongyun Restaurant, and you’re this far away. How are you supposed to protect it?"

The crowd comprehended: "Mr. Fang, we can’t get in."

"Can’t get in? You’re on official duty, and you’re telling me you can’t get in?"

Mr. Fang’s eyes widened with anger, "Follow me, I want to see who dares to stop us! I think you’re just being lazy!"

Striding forward with great steps, he shouted, "Baiyun State Guardian Hall is on official business, unrelated people step aside!"

Disregarding who was in front, he just gave a push, moving them to the side.

The person was about to curse, but seeing Fang Che’s cold face and eyes, wisely said nothing and squeezed over to the side.

Fang Che led two hundred stewards, navigating through the dense crowd like a giant ship cutting through the sea.

Clearing a clear path.

Some were unwilling to make way, but Mr. Fang simply pushed through directly and crudely.