CHAPTER 108 (1): FANG CHE'S HUMILIATION

Fang Che raised an eyebrow at Yan Beihan's message. It seemed like she was a little envious.

Thus, he decided to goad her a little.

"I am genuinely very appreciative of Master Chen's gifts, and I think it's a great display of his sincerity."

Yan Beihan was immediately irked by this message.

What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying I haven't made any displays of sincerity?

"Look at how easily satisfied you are! I thought you'd have more backbone and ambition than that!"

Meanwhile, she was wondering what she should do.

She couldn't also send Night Demon a care package. That would make it seem like she was copying Chen Yin's idea and trying to outdo him.

However, if she didn't do anything, Night Demon would eventually be swayed to Chen Yin's side, and that was unacceptable to her.

With that in mind, she gritted her teeth and asked: "You still don't have a divine weapon, right?"

Fang Che's eyes immediately widened at this question.

Could it be that she's...

"I do not. A weapon of that caliber is far beyond anything I can hope to possess."

Yan Beihan puffed out her cheeks as she messaged: "Only someone like you would be so pleased with those stingy gifts from Chen Yin! I'll get someone to deliver a piece of divine metal large enough to craft a sword out of, in addition to a Golden Vein Fruit, which is on the same level as a Cloud Water Heavenly Fruit."

"I don't know how I could ever repay you for your infinite kindness and generosity, Mistress Yan! If I am to come into possession of a divine weapon, it will surely become a lifelong companion of mine!"

"There's more where that came from as long as you follow me!"

"Yes, Mistress Yan! I'll be sure to follow your lead from now on!"

Yan Beihan felt like she had scored a significant victory.

A piece of divine metal was a hefty price to pay, but she felt like it was worth it if it meant she could secure Night Demon as a subordinate.

"I'll tell you when the person I send arrives in the White Cloud Prefecture. Once you receive what I send you, you'll come to realize that Chen Yin's gifts are completely worthless!"

"Divine weapons are among the most precious things that a warrior could hope to possess, so most other things would indeed struggle to compare."

"I'm glad you're aware of how precious divine weapons are."

Yan Beihan was very pleased.

"If I encounter any enemies too formidable to deal with, then I'll most likely have to trouble the senior that you send to help me deal with them again. I'm embarrassed to have to keep doing this, and I may not actually require their services, but just in case, I wanted to give you a heads-up in advance."

"That's fine, do what you need to do."

"Thank you, Mistress Yan."

With that, the conversation drew to a conclusion.

Yan Beihan was very pleased to have won Night Demon's allegiance, but now that her rush of blood to the head had passed, she was beginning to regret promising him a piece of divine metal.

I don't wanna give him my piece... I'll just have to ask Grandpa for another one.

With that in mind, she immediately set off to visit Yan Nan.

***

Having finally concluded his correspondences with Yan Beihan and Chen Yin, Fang Che heaved a long sigh of relief.

A hint of elation appeared on his face at the thought of the second piece of divine metal that he was about to receive.

In his delight, he had forgotten that Ye Yun was still waiting for him, and he hurriedly put on a fawning smile as he apologized, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Senior Ye."

"Are you done?" Ye Yun snapped. "If you're done, then it's my turn now!"

With that, Ye Yun made a grabbing motion in Fang Che's direction, and the latter was instantly rendered completely immobilized.

"What are you doing, Senior Ye?!"

"What am I doing? I've never been used like this in my life! You didn't think I'd just let you get away with this, did you?"

With that, Ye Yun began to administer a brutal beating, not holding back at all as he pounded Fang Che from all directions, only stopping when the latter was only holding onto life by a thread.

He was already infuriated by the way that Fang Che had used him, and the final straw was when the little bastard continued to keep him waiting while chatting away on his communication jade!

What made Ye Yun even more furious was that he had already finished speaking to Chen Yin, so who had he been chatting with just now? It was clear that he had to be taught a lesson in respect!

After beating Fang Che until he couldn't move, Ye Yun reached into his pocket and pulled out Li Mengyun's spatial ring.

"I don't recall this being one of Young Master Chen's gifts to you."

He then tucked the ring into his own pocket, while Fang Che looked on with his mouth agape.

Give that back, you old bastard!

"No! Please, Senior Ye..."

Fang Che's pleas were abruptly cut off as Ye Yun kicked him a few more times, then scoffed, "You think you can use this ring just because Li Mengyun is dead? Even if you erase her spirit sense from the ring, I can guarantee you that the Li Clan will still be able to track you down with it, and it'll be like child's play for them! You can't just take anything from anyone without discretion, you greedy fool!"

It seemed that the mere sight of Fang Che was enough to make Ye Yun's rage flare up again, and he stomped on Fang Che's face a few more times as he raged, "You wanna order me around again, you little bastard? Even the pope has never ordered me around like that before!"

Fang Che could feel his nose being flattened, and he countered in an enraged manner, "That's because you're not worthy of being ordered around by the pope!"

Ye Yun became even more infuriated, and another beating ensued.

Fang Che glowered intently at Ye Yun, refusing to beg for mercy. With each punch that rained down upon him, he would retaliate with an insult, and thus, the beating continued.

With Ye Yun's cultivation base far superior to his, the only victory that he could hope score was a moral one, and he certainly wasn't going to allow his spirit to be broken!

A short while later, the soundproofing enchantment vanished, and Ye Yun departed with the four heads, leaving behind a severely bruised and bloated Fang Che, so bloated, in fact, that he suddenly appeared obese!

Only after a full fifteen minutes had passed was he able to struggle to his feet, and there wasn't even a single inch of his body that wasn't in pain.

"Just you wait, you old fart! Your days are numbered! Count them while you still can!"

After taking a moment to curse Ye Yun, he patted down his own pockets and was ecstatic to discover that none of Chen Yin's gifts had been taken.

He picked up the weapons of his four victims from the ground, then carefully searched their bodies again, particularly their severed legs, which he had intentionally refrained from searching before, precisely because he was worried that Ye Yun would swoop in and steal his spoils.

Sure enough, he was able to find a ring of small flying daggers from inside the boots of each of Li Mengyun's three guards.

Each of them had twenty-four of these daggers, amounting to seventy-two in total.

Not bad! These four weapons are great as well! This is a massive haul! It's just a pity I didn't get to keep that spatial ring. I'll get that old bastard back someday!

After taking a moment to rest and recuperate, he immediately departed once he felt sufficiently recovered.

He had only taken a few steps when he was struck by a snowball to the back of the head, and it had been hurled with such force that it sent him sprawling forward.

He let loose an alarmed yell as he fell facefirst into the snow, and there just so happened to a pile of cow dung in front of him, which he inadvertently sank his teeth into as he opened his mouth to yell.

A burst of amused chuckling rang out as Ye Yun departed, this time for real.

Fang Che was left throwing up violently into the snow, only stopping once there was nothing left in his stomach to be expelled.

He hurriedly scurried away into the night, cursing Ye Yun under his breath in between bouts of dry-retching.

***

The next morning, Ye Meng woke up bright and early. Fang Che didn't appear to have returned the previous night, so he must've gone to the branch helm.

With that in mind, Ye Meng heaved a forlorn sigh as she made her way into Fang Che's bedroom to commence her cleaning duties for the day.

In the next instant, she let loose a scream of terror.

"Who are you?!"

Laying on Fang Che's bed was a massive fatso whose entire body was near transparent!

Hold on, he looks a little familiar...

The fatso was only able to open his eyes up into tiny slits through his severely swollen eyelids, and he snapped, "What the hell are you yelling about first thing in the morning? Holy shit, what happened to me?!"

Only then did he discover that his entire body had swollen up like a bubble.

He raised his hand to discover that it had risen like a steamed bun, and his arm was almost as thick as his leg!

He immediately realized that this was Ye Yun's doing.

The initial swelling had only been the appetizer, while this was the main course.

Fang Che had no idea how to treat this type of injury, but if his condition wasn't remedied soon, he was about to explode!

Thus, he could only resort to taking a Cloud Spirit Pill, and only then did the swelling slowly begin to abate.

Even though he had just been given two additional vials of Cloud Spirit Pills, it still pained him greatly to have to waste one on something like this.

These were truly life-saving pills that should've been saved for dire situations!

All of a sudden, large droplets of sweat began to bead up on Fang Che's forehead, and his voice began to tremble as he ordered, "Get out of here, Ye Meng!"

"What's wrong, Young Master?"

Ye Meng immediately rushed to his side with a concerned expression.

"Get out!"

"Have you sustained internal injuries?" Ye Meng asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

A look of despair appeared on Fang Che's face.

Immediately thereafter came a resounding splat, following which a horrendous odor erupted in all directions.

Ye Meng immediately threw a hand over her mouth and nose as she recoiled in shock and disgust.

Fang Che had shat himself...