Night Dream

Sun Yuan sent Fang Che home, gave Fang Qianyi a brief explanation, and then left.

His disciple was gifted and clever; what he lacked was accumulation. He had to go search for some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

The Sect Master and the others were far too stingy. They had not even left any spirit medicines or pills for his disciple.

Fang Qianyi was very interested in the unconscious girl her son had brought home. She arranged for her to stay in the side room and instructed Qiu Xue and Dong Mei to take good care of her.

But she still could not put her mind at ease. She took some pills, personally fed them to Night Dream, and circulated blood through her meridians to dissolve the medicinal power.

She instructed Dong Mei to fetch a physician.

Then she personally took a snow-white towel and wiped Night Dream's body.

She could not help laughing. "My son certainly has good taste. This girl really is a great beauty."

Her eyes darted around. Seeing that no one was nearby, she muttered, "I'll check where this girl is injured and whether it's serious."

So she examined her from head to toe: head, face, neck, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen, buttocks, thighs...

She grinned from ear to ear. "Not bad, not bad. Her breasts aren't small, her buttocks are very full, and she's still a virgin. Mm-hmm... Good taste, good taste."

She suddenly coughed and solemnly muttered, "This child is seriously injured..."

A figure appeared at the door. It was Qiu Xue, carrying a bowl of medicine. "Miss, the medicine is ready."

"Oh, oh..."

Fang Qianyi coughed. "Take good care of her."

"Yes."

Fang Qianyi turned and left.

Neither of them noticed that Night Dream's face on the bed had reddened slightly.

Even the delicate little ears beneath her fine hair had turned completely red.

Night Dream did not wake until evening.

After a night's rest, she recovered a little of her strength. She forced herself to offer her thanks, and only after three days did she finally regain enough strength to move. Her recovery then accelerated.

Fang Che had been practicing his cultivation the entire time.

There were many techniques he needed to practice now, and he basically had no spare time each day.

He practiced the saber, spear, sword, and halberd techniques of the Limitless True Scripture.

As for all the skills he had possessed in his previous life, he selected only a few to practice and abandoned the rest.

For one thing, his starting point in his previous life had been too low, and some of his techniques and moves were not fit for public display. For another, after reaching a certain level in his previous life, the opportunities and techniques he had obtained all bore too many distinctive marks.

If he used them and his old rivals or old brothers saw them, they would inevitably grow suspicious.

So he tried to remain cautious.

If he could avoid using them, he would.

"If one day you kill me, even if you take me for a member of the One Heart Sect and kill me, I will have no complaints."

That was what he thought in his heart, and if the moment truly came, he would do the same.

But Fang Che naturally did not want things to reach that point.

Thus, when he cultivated now, his desperate intensity was enough to leave anyone who saw it staring in shock.

This was not practice. He was directly treating himself like a piece of raw iron and forging it.

He was especially meticulous in studying the saber, spear, sword, and halberd techniques of the Limitless True Scripture.

He painstakingly digested them bit by bit.

These four techniques were practically all-encompassing.

They consisted entirely of basic moves, yet those moves came in countless forms.

For example, under the category of "sword," merely drawing the sword was divided into many types.

The sword-drawing stance, left-waist sword-drawing stance, right-waist sword-drawing stance, sword-drawing stance with the sword held in hand, unsheathing sword-drawing stance, flying-sheath sword-drawing stance, left-back sword sword-drawing stance, right...

Fang Che could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

It was far too comprehensive.

As for the stabbing stance, slashing stance, lifting stance, cleaving stance, pointing stance; crashing stance, intercepting stance, wiping stance, raising stance...

Every stance had dozens of times more variations than the sword-drawing stance.

The saber, spear, and halberd were the same.

There were no specific moves, only various stances.

But Fang Che knew that this was the work of a true grandmaster! Once these were mastered, any saber or sword move could be produced at will.

He might not even need moves.

Because he would already have mastered the methods of attacking under any circumstances.

"The records here concerning these four weapons have already reached the pinnacle, haven't they?"

He had committed all of it to heart. What he still lacked was proficiency.

But after comprehending all of this, learning Sun Yuan's various techniques and saber arts—including the Flying Sky Saber Technique that had made Sun Yuan famous—came as naturally to Fang Che as water flowing into a channel.

He could even draw inferences from the Blood Spirit Seven Styles of Yin Shen Gong.

Practicing them was not difficult.

He then placed his focus on the Ice-Clear Spirit Platform and the Shape-Shifting Bone Art.

That said, cultivating so many techniques at once was impossible to balance, even for someone several times more talented than Fang Che.

Thus, he rose at dawn and practiced the foundational stances of the saber, spear, sword, and halberd for two hours.

He ate breakfast with spirit beast meat and medicinal dishes.

Then he practiced the Flying Sky Saber Technique and the Blood Spirit Seven Styles for two hours.

Lunch.

Then he practiced the Flying Sky Saber Technique and the Blood Spirit Seven Styles for two hours.

Dinner.

Then he practiced the Shape-Shifting Bone Art and the Ice-Clear Spirit Platform for two hours.

A late-night snack.

Then he slept with the Limitless True Scripture running.

Throughout it all, he supplemented himself with various pills.

As well as whatever cultivation resources he could obtain.

Another seven days passed.

Fang Che had already pushed his cultivation to the sixth layer of the Warrior realm.

In half a month, he had advanced two minor levels. Although they were only minor stages, such progress was already astonishing enough to shock the world.

But Fang Che was still not satisfied in the slightest. On the contrary, his heart remained filled with danger, and he had not the slightest confidence that he could achieve his goal of becoming "the Southeast Path's number one."

Because he knew that great lineages were never short of geniuses.

Those geniuses had experts circulating True Essence through their meridians from the moment they were born, and their cultivation techniques were also first-rate. Moreover, the cultivation-assisting materials available to them were absolutely beyond what he could compare with now.

What he could truly rely on, what could let him overtake them by taking a shortcut, was really only the Limitless True Scripture and the saber, spear, sword, and halberd.

And... his own unprecedented talent!

The word "hard work" was his most important weapon for victory! That was why he truly did not dare relax even a little.

One day, while Fang Che was practicing, he sensed someone spying on him. He turned his head and saw a delicate, slender figure leaning against the side-room doorframe and inching her way out one step at a time.

She looked frail beyond words, pitiful and vulnerable.

When she saw Fang Che's eyes turn toward her, she trembled like a startled fawn.

"She really is pretty. She has a naturally dull and adorable air."

Fang Che watched her and judged her inwardly. There was no denying that Night Dream had distinctive features. She was beautiful, and her figure was also good, though she was somewhat thin and weak.

But the most distinctive feature was her eyes.

They were slightly larger in proportion than those of ordinary women, round and extremely adorable. This made her seem eighteen or nineteen years old normally, yet the moment she opened her eyes, people instantly felt that she had not grown up yet—the moment those large eyes opened, a naturally dazed and adorable feeling came rushing over them.

Fang Che said nothing. He looked at her coldly.

The woman shrank back slightly, realizing that this new master was difficult to approach. Gathering her courage, she said with a pale face, "Night Dream thanks Young Master for saving my life."

Fang Che nodded, lowered the long spear in his hand, and said indifferently, "You already know your new name. It's Night Dream?"

"Yes."

Her voice was weak. Her large eyes fluttered, making her seem somewhat dazed and pitiful.

"I have bought you. From now on, you are my person. Do you understand?"

"This servant understands."

"From now on, observe your duties, keep your hands and feet busy, don't do what you shouldn't do, and don't think what you shouldn't think. Do you understand?"

"This servant understands."

"Wash yourself clean, recover as soon as possible. This young master is short of people to serve him."

"Yes."

Fang Che took out a Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruit. "This is for you. Eat it quickly. From now on, you must have no second thoughts."

No second thoughts? Night Dream's heart sank. Could this fruit be a method the demonic sect uses to control people? Poison?

But it had already been brought to her lips. What could she do? She hesitated inwardly but did not show it. Reaching out to take it, she said, "Thank you, Young Master."

"Eat it."

Fang Che watched her coldly.

Night Dream's heart sank even further.

He actually wants to watch me eat it.

Remembering her mission, Night Dream drew a silent breath, her gaze turning resolute. "Yes."

She put it directly into her mouth.

Watching Night Dream eat the fruit, Fang Che laughed inwardly. He could practically see through her thoughts, and he could not help praising her. This girl is quite a character.

He turned away and no longer paid her any attention, focusing on his cultivation.

He was certain that Night Dream was the mole sent by the Guardians, someone who had infiltrated his side to steal information and report his movements.

But in Fang Che's heart, she was one of his own.

Although they all regarded him as a demonic lord's disciple, an heir of an evil sect, and a terrorist...

They were, in truth, genuine comrades who shared the same ideals.

Thus, Fang Che was never stingy about giving her some benefits.

Taking one step back, even if this girl truly was not one of the Guardians, she would still become one of Fang Che's people in the future. Cultivating a capable assistant was something Fang Che needed as well.

So regardless of which side this girl belonged to, as long as she was not from the One Heart Sect, she was destined to enjoy this benefit.

There were nine Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruits in total.

Fang Che had eaten three, Fang Qianyi had eaten three, and Night Dream had eaten one. The remaining two were being kept by Fang Che for Fang Qingyun.

That older cousin of his.

Fang Qingyun.

That honest fellow.

The Fang Family had truly treated him and his mother well, treating them as genuine family. Fang Che could feel that.

Naturally, he would not be stingy with his eldest cousin either.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruit was a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, and he had picked it himself. Its tightly sealed skin meant it could be preserved for a little longer.

But the current situation meant that his eldest cousin still had to return soon. He had no way to deliver it to the Martial Academy, and besides, there was no way to explain this secret.

I hope he can return soon... Otherwise, it would be such a pity if the medicinal power were lost.

After Night Dream consumed the Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruit, she did not know what it was, but she could feel that, ever since she swallowed it, the injuries she had deliberately inflicted on her internal organs were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In barely a moment, they had completely recovered! Moreover, subtle changes were taking place in her body.

That was... her aptitude was changing, and impurities were constantly being expelled! The hidden injuries that had remained from years of cultivation and combat had also vanished without a trace.

Her entire being had undergone a complete transformation.

She could not help being greatly shocked.

It isn't poison! It's actually such a peerless treasure!

Her true foundation and cultivation were not those of the frail young woman she currently appeared to be. Her cultivation was even one level higher than Fang Qianyi's—the peak of the Martial Dao Innate Grandmaster realm.

She was only one step away from entering the Martial General realm!

In Azure Wave City, she was unquestionably a top expert.

It was only because of her innate physique and cultivation technique that she was so difficult to detect. In particular, the technique she cultivated could be called the world's number one technique for concealing one's cultivation.

Even an Emperor-level expert could never see through her true strength as long as she did not make a move.

She had never imagined that after accepting this mission and coming to Azure Wave City, she would nearly expose herself because of a single fruit.

Still in shock, she immediately returned to her room.

The impurities secreted from her body had already begun to emit a faint odor.

She hurriedly removed her clothes, fetched hot water, and began bathing.

The longer she washed, the more shocked she became.

As a martial artist, she naturally understood the cleansing of the meridians and marrow.

If she had guessed correctly, this was either the legendary Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruit, the legendary Marrow-Cleansing Heavenly Fruit, or the Immortal Spirit Vermillion Fruit! How could Fang Che actually be willing to give her such a treasure? It made no sense!

And... now that she was about to break through, what should she do? For a moment, Night Dream's thoughts were in utter turmoil.

After washing, she still did not dare leave.

Her internal energy was surging. She feared that even releasing a fart would shake the bottleneck and cause her to break through.

Just then, Fang Che's impatient voice came from outside the door. "Why haven't you finished washing? You're so slow."

"I'll be done soon..." Night Dream replied in a trembling voice.

The trembling was not deliberate.

It was caused by nervousness.

What should I do? What should I do? I'm going to be exposed...