CHAPTER 108 (2): FANG CHE'S HUMILIATION

He laid on his bed with a dazed and soulless expression, and he now knew exactly how Xue Wanshi had felt.

As it turned out, Ye Yun was proficient in a cultivation art called the Internal Organ Cleansing Arts. It was a cultivation art that he had only picked up as a hobby in his spare time, and it wasn't truly harmful to the target.

Instead, it was able to cleanse and clear out one's meridians, and under the right circumstances, it could even aid in making a breakthrough.

However, it also had a very prominent side-effect, which was that after the gases that swelled up the target's body began to dissipate, they would gather in the internal organs and flush the impurities inside into the digestive system, resulting in uncontrollable diarrhea.

The urge was so strong that even Overlord tier warriors would be unable to resist, and the cultivation art was commonly used as a prank.

In fact, Ye Yun felt like he had done Night Demon a favor on this occasion.

It was certainly not every day that a warrior of his caliber from a subsidiary church was granted the opportunity for an internal cleansing at the hands of such a powerful warrior.

Ye Meng hurriedly rushed out of the room, yelling that she would fetch some water for Fang Che to wash himself.

At this point, Fang Che had already completely recovered, but he felt completely drained, and even with such a nauseating stench in the air, he still felt incredibly ravenous.

He could hear Ye Meng dry-retching as she rushed out into the courtyard, and he rose unsteadily to his feet, feeling utterly humiliated as he roared, "I'll get some water myself! You go back to your room and stay there!"

From there, he immediately stripped off his soiled clothes and threw them out into the courtyard before rushing out to the well, completely nude, then winched up bucket after bucket of water to wash himself with.

Only after washing himself over ten times in a row did he finally feel clean, and he stumbled into his bedroom, his ravenous stomach growling.

He changed into some new clothes, then drew upon his spirit qi to ventilate the room with all his might.

Everything that was contaminated was also thrown out, leaving only a bare bed base behind.

Even though the room was now smelling fine, his nostrils were still filled with a putrid stench, and he had already lost count of how many times he had cursed Ye Yun to hell in his heart.

It would've been fine had there been no one around to witness his humiliation, but not only had there been a firsthand witness, it just had to be a beauty like Ye Meng!

Fang Che felt like he could die from embarrassment!

By the time he was finally ready to leave his bedroom, Ye Meng was already waiting for him outside, and she was barely able to suppress her amusement as she asked, "Are you alright now, Young Master?"

Before Fang Che had a chance to reply, Ye Meng erupted into laughter, unable to suppress her amusement any longer.

Fang Che's complexion instantly turned beetroot red.

All the while, his stomach continued to growl, and he was so hungry that he was seeing stars.

"Get me some food!"

"Food?"

Ye Meng's laughter instantly subsided as a stunned look appeared on her face.

You just shat yourself, yet you want to eat right away?

Once again, she had to throw a hand over her mouth to suppress her nausea as she rushed out into the courtyard.

"Hurry up!" Fang Che snapped.

A short while later, Fang Che was seated at the table, wolfing down food like a starved man.

While Ye Meng was preparing breakfast, he had cleansed himself using spirit qi, not just his nostrils and oral cavity, but even all of his pores.

Furthermore, he had changed into another set of new clothes, and with some food in his belly, he was feeling much better.

The sound of Ye Meng dry-retching could be heard outside as she took care of the soiled robes and bedding.

She was forced to work while pinching her nostrils shut with one hand, and her plan was to bury all of this stuff somewhere far away, then douse the entire courtyard in concentrated floral water.

In the end, every single corner was thoroughly doused, and even some of the soil in certain sections had been dug up.

The Virtue Manor had never smelt so fragrant and welcoming.

Inside, Fang Che had already eaten several meals' worth of food, and his entire body was filled with unprecedented strength.

He had reached the Warlord tier, and it had most likely happened right as all of the filth and excrement was expelled from his body.

He had been looking forward to this breakthrough for a long time, and he had envisioned having some wine to celebrate, with Ye Meng by his side, but the last thing he wanted now was to have Ye Meng anywhere near him, and he certainly was in no mood for celebration.

This was the most depressing breakthrough he had ever made.

He continued to eat while sighing incessantly to himself, and finally, he was full.

He stretched lazily before entering his study, then opened the secret compartment before stowing all of the pills and the Spirit Raising Tea inside.

After that, he put on the undershirt given to him by Ye Yun.

What the hell is this? It's just a glorified singlet!

The undershirt only covered his chest, abdomen, and dantian, but it was certainly better than nothing.

The three swords, one saber, and seventy-two flying daggers that he had also obtained were temporarily set aside.

He put on his administrator uniform, and even though he was already smelling fine, he still couldn't help but apply some perfume before emerging from his room with a serious expression.

Ye Meng was still busy at work, and she was on the verge of laughter as soon as she caught sight of Fang Che.

"What are you grinning at?! You wanna spar?!" Fang Che snapped, doing his best to maintain an authoritative expression.

Ye Meng hurriedly fled in a panic.

Fang Che took this opportunity to scurry out of the manor, but right after he left, he heard the sound of Ye Meng howling with laughter inside.

Fighting back the urge to go back and teach her a lesson, Fang Che made his way to the Hall of Protectionists, leaving a fragrant trail behind him.

***

As soon as Fang Che arrived in the administration hall, he immediately became the center of attention.

Everyone was bewildered by the overwhelmingly fragrant scent emanating from his body.

The fragrance was extremely strong, even for a woman!

Someone gave an audible tsk, believing that Fang Che had to have come to work straight from a romantic escapade.

Fang Che immediately took that as an excuse to give Cripple Hong a beating.

Cripple Hong was left stunned and bewildered.

It really wasn't me this time!

However, he had already grown accustomed to this, and he immediately dropped to the ground in a fetal position, with one hand covering the back of his head and the other protecting his crotch.

After giving Cripple Hong his morning beating, Fang Che cleared his throat and explained, "The maidservant at home spilled a punch of perfume onto my uniform."

"Ah, yes, I'm sure that's what happened."

His male colleagues were clearly unconvinced.

In contrast, the women were more observant, and after taking a whiff of the fragrance, they analyzed, "It's not the smell of makeup, and there's no bodily fragrance mixed in, either. It's actually quite a pleasant smell! Where did you get this perfume from, Administrator Fang? I'd like to buy some too."

Before long, all of the female administrators were clamoring around him, asking him where he had purchased his perfume from, and he could only remain silent with a stoic look on his face.

***

Throughout the entire morning patrol, Tang Zheng could sense a murderous aura emanating from Fang Che's body, which was strange, considering they hadn't killed a single person.

It almost felt as if he were eager to pick a fight!

Tang Zheng wisely decided to remain silent.

He could sense the malice in Fang Che's eyes whenever their eyes met. Clearly, the latter was looking for an excuse to beat him.

Even after an entire day on patrol, Fang Che wasn't able to find any avenue through which he could vent his frustration.

It seemed that he would have to make a visit to the branch helm to find some victims.

With that in mind, he was just about to return to the Hall of Protectionists to turn in for the day when what felt like the entire continent was shaken by a resounding boom.

Fang Che stumbled unsteadily, while Tang Zheng had already fallen onto his backside, and some of the older residential buildings that were in less than stellar condition collapsed altogether!

Cries of pain and panic instantly rang out from all directions, and the entire city was plunged into a state of pandemonium.

Fang Che looked around with a bewildered expression. He was reminded of the disturbance that arose from the battle that took place between Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao, and he immediately wondered if there had been a repeat of that epic showdown.

However, the cause of the disturbance quickly became clear to him.

Far away in the south, a thick column of black smoke was rising up into the sky.

Fang Che immediately sprang up to an altitude of several hundred feet, and from his vantage point, he could see that the entire sky in the distance had turned pitch-black.

The earth continued to rumble and shift, and the black smoke was only spreading further and becoming denser.

A volcanic eruption had just taken place.

This was a very perplexing sight for Fang Che.

After the recent snowstorms, the forest in that direction should've still been completely covered in snow and ice, and on top of that, he had never heard of any volcanoes existing in the White Cloud Prefecture.

***

Meanwhile, at the Guardians headquarters.

Bing Qianshan was meeting with an unexpected guest.

"What're you doing here?" Never had Bing Qianshan imagined that he would receive a visit from the stoic white-robed man standing before him.

"I wanted to discuss something with you."

It was the same white-robed man that had tried to reason with Fang Che on the streets some time ago.

"How can I help you, Brother Gu? I'll be sure to do everything in my power to satisfy your request," Bing Qianshan said.

The white-robed man's sect was an extremely powerful force, and even though it maintained a neutral stance between the Church of the Self-Righteous and the Guardians, Bing Qianshan was still eager to remain on friendly terms.

Even if he couldn't win over the sect in question, he had to ensure that they didn't turn to the enemy.

"Some disciples of my sect would like to go out into the world for training. Would you be able to make some arrangements for them?"

"Of course! How many will there be? Rest assured, I'll sort everything out for them!"

"Over 17,500."

"No problem at all! That's... Hold on, how many?!"

Bing Qianshan instantly sprang to his feet, his eyes wide with shock.

He had expected only a triple-figure number at most!

"Is there a problem?"

Is there a problem?! Yes, there's a problem! I may be a high-ranking figure in the Guardians, but you can't just expect me to make arrangements for 17,500 people with no forewarning!

"What are their cultivation bases?"

"It'll be five generations of disciples coming out at once. There will be five Sages, two hundred Overlords, one thousand five hundred Sovereigns, five thousand Emperors, eight thousand Kings, and the rest are all Warlords. All disciples below the Warlord tier will remain in the sect. Additionally, all of the disciples will be led by a Sage Lord tier elder."

The more Bing Qianshan heard, the more astonished he became.

"You're giving them all to the Guardians?"

"That's right."

"I can't make a decision on this. You'll have to come see Brother Sansan with me."

Bing Qianshan was extremely excited at the prospect of such a massive injection of power into the Guardians.

His communication jade was already buzzing.

"Brother Sansan, drop everything you're doing right now!"