Just by looking at this spear, Fang Che himself felt an innate ferocity!

The total length is about twelve feet, with a spiral spear tip that is sharp and heavy.

The spear shaft is a dark black with a hint of purplish red, very heavy, a dragon coils around the shaft, the scales are crafted to provide excellent grip and prevent slipping.

The gaps between the scales allow a cool breeze to enter when gripping, even when drenched in sweat, there’s no slippage—an absolutely crucial feature for any spear!

Then there’s the spear’s neck, with a ring for attaching the red tassel.

The tri-edged blade exudes a heavy murderous intent, the snowy white blade is two feet long, streamlined all the way to the spear tip, gleaming with a cold light, the spear tip as sharp as a needle, just a glance would send a chill down anyone’s spine.

A weapon of slaughter!

Truly a weapon of slaughter.

Fang Che was also searching everywhere for heavenly Fox Fur, preferably in red, to make the spear tassel.

The spear tassel can prevent blood from sliding down the shaft after killing someone, and heavenly Fox Fur is known not to stain, just a shake will clean it entirely.

With a casual shake, it’s completely clean.

Even without shaking, liquids will quickly roll off the fur. Even the stickiest glue in the world won’t affect heavenly Fox Fur!

Fang Che likes it very much.

However, heavenly Fox Fur is hard to come by; it’s not available for now. Fang Che doesn’t mind, he’ll use it if he finds it, or manage without it—an exposed spear wouldn’t affect his ability to kill.

Fang Che’s liking for the completed Netherworld reached a point of deep attachment.

The feeling of holding it, standing with it, made him feel incredibly powerful.

"What a pity. It can only serve as a trump card!"

"I also want to walk around with the White Bone Spear casually like Duan Xiyang!"

"That’s a sense of power emanating from within."

Fang Che is obsessed with cultivation.

His passion for and in-depth study of various weapons is enough to move anyone!

His diligence in practicing has reached a significant level. During the day he practices whenever he can, rehearsing in his mind, and at night he continues to cultivate, verify, nonstop until midnight.

After midnight he diligently engages in dual cultivation, progressing together.

It’s safe to say, during the twelve hours of a day, Mr. Fang spends at least eleven and a half hours on cultivation.

Especially now when there’s nothing going on everywhere, he makes full use of time.

Yixin Sect has no tasks assigned, Ninth lord has no special arrangements; the Guardian Hall runs smoothly, and no one from Baiyun Martial Academy is looking for him.

The Worldwide Escort Agency is running smoothly, the Demon heads of Yixin Sect have all become compliant.

Mr. Fang is now somewhat idle.

Even feeling a bit lonely.

Every day he gazes expectantly, but those beauties from the Outer World Mountain Sect who promised to visit, none have come.

Suddenly becoming so free feels very unaccustomed.

Out of sheer boredom, he even took Ye Meng to make another trip to Bibo City, but only stayed for two nights before rushing back.

Thinking surely there’d be something to do now?

Upon return, still nothing!

Then Fang Che began to ponder. Has the world become so peaceful now?

But this period of boredom reminded him of something, the autobiography of Jun Lin.

Lord Jun Lin’s autobiography, simply has too many words. Fang Che used tremendous patience, reading for over a month before finishing it.

It must be said, it was very exciting.

Moreover, it contains adventure, suspense, serendipity, revenge, national destruction, brotherhood... all elements are present.

And beauties... especially beauties!

Lord Jun Lin wrote in exquisite detail, sometimes merely playing a game of chess with a beauty could span tens of thousands of words.

Reading it made Mr. Fang dizzy; moreover, it was clear that Lord Jun Lin certainly performed artistic enhancement, because... nearly every peak beauty on the continent fell for him.

Today talking with one, tomorrow with another.

The day after tomorrow with...

Then after some time, he began marrying them one after another...

One phrase from Lord Jun Lin left a deep impression on Fang Che: Such beauties, wasted on others!

So he accepted them all, and loved everyone in the world.

But later it turned into all kinds of sorrow and desolation, as one by one the beauties reached the limits of their lifespans and departed, making Lord Jun Lin truly settle down from that time.

Eventually ending up alone, battling the Celestial Worm God’s incarnation... and ending it.

One could say he was a hero for a lifetime and lived a life of romance!

A chivalrous heart with a sentimental soul, a heart of red with iron will.

How should this be shared? Fang Che remains undecided!

The biggest drawback is Duan Xiyang.

Duan Xiyang clearly knows that Jun Lin’s legacy is with Yemo, so if this book appears, naturally it was Yemo who spread it.

Why would Yemo spread this book? To boost morale on the Guardian Continent?

Doing so offers no benefit to the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, instead resulting in a catastrophic hit to its reputation, so what does Yemo intend?

Once that suspicion arises, his path as a spy would abruptly end.

Thinking about it leaves Fang Che in helplessness.

He harbors ten thousand grievances about that night when Dong Changfeng invited him out!

I know your intentions were good, but you truly got me into such trouble!

And since that day, Dong Changfeng has never appeared.

Originally intended for these Jade Scrolls to be given to Ye Meng, since she has nothing to do, she could polish and condense them. Now... simply impossible.