Lord of the night.

Chapter 822 The Night Demon Cult's Five Spirit Gu [Two in One]

"it is good."

Feng Yun agreed.

Because Ye Mo asked this question, Feng Yun instinctively thought that Yan Beihan might have already told Ye Mo about the chief instructor's actions?

So I agreed immediately.

But they didn't know that the reason Fang Che asked this was because: You don't give me anything, how can I find it?

Fang Che quietly entered the Night Demon Cult’s base.

He was the leader and had the highest authority, so it was easy for him to enter silently.

There are only seven people in the Night Demon Cult. They have never recruited any soldiers. With a large protective formation in place, they don't even need a gatekeeper.

After entering, when they were still thousands of feet away from the headquarters, they heard all kinds of roaring noises.

With a kind of determination and a desperate momentum.

It was like the sound one would make when fighting a life-and-death battle with a sworn enemy.

Fang Che couldn't help but become alert.

This... Is there an enemy within the sect?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a deafening bang, and the mountains roared and echoed.

For Mr. Fang, who has been through many battles and often delivers such blows, he can tell by just listening whether the sound is a punch on the head, chest, or butt.

There will never be any errors!

This loud noise was definitely the kind of sound that could only be made by someone using all his strength to slap someone in the face!

The slapping was so intense that it caused such an earth-shaking noise, which shows how brutal the fight was.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard another earth-shaking noise, and the mountains roared and echoed.

A scream was heard.

Filled with excruciating pain.

Fang Che heard it clearly, it was Long Yikong's voice.

The Night Demon Leader immediately became angry!

Someone actually came to my Night Demon Cult’s lair to beat people up?

Who is so bold?

For the sake of caution, Master Fang quietly hid his body and moved over. He was thinking: What if it was one of the Guardians? What should I do?

Then he finally made his way into the training ground.

Looking around, Sect Leader Fang, who had transformed into smoke, was so shocked that he almost fell out of the air on the spot.

He saw that all the seven Vajras of his Night Demon Cult were present in the training ground.

Everyone is practicing enthusiastically.

Ding Jieran was wearing a lot of odds and ends tied to his body, with a bowl of water on his head. He was sweating profusely while practicing swordplay.

The same goes for others such as Long Yikong, Mo Wang, Ma Qianli, Feng Wanxia and others.

Their bodies were covered with odds and ends, and they were practicing. Each of them had a swollen face and a bowl of water on their head. They all looked ferocious, as if they were fighting for their lives.

But... there was no desperate opponent.

It's just that one by one, they are making moves meticulously and with all their strength!

Then take it back and move on to the next move!
There was a panting sound, but there was no one to fight, so... where did the roar just now come from?

Under the shocked gaze of Master Fang... Long Yikong made a move, took a step, twisted his waist, turned, stepped forward and swung his sword... and a drop of water splashed out from the full bowl of water above his head.

Long Yikong's face was filled with frustration.

Stop and take the bowl away.

He stood at attention, looking ready to die.

Then Feng Wanxia on the opposite side also carefully took off the large bowl on her head, walked over with her hands rubbed, took a deep breath, and then gathered all her strength and slapped him!
Boom!

A loud earth-shaking sound suddenly rang out, and the mountains roared!
Long Yikong screamed, blood gushed out of his seven orifices, and he fell out headfirst.

Without saying a word, he got up, used his internal energy to recover, shook his head, wiped the blood with his sleeve, then thought for a moment, then went over and placed the bowl on his head again.

Feng Wanxia also picked up a kettle without saying a word and added some water to Long Yikong's empty bowl.

Then he quietly retreated, put his big bowl on his head again, and practiced silently.

Finally...a drop of water splashed out from Feng Wanxia's side.

Then as before...

Long Yikong grinned and slapped Feng Wanxia, ​​who was directly knocked back more than ten feet away. Her pretty face was visibly swollen, and even the corner of her eye was cracked.

Feng Wanxia didn't say anything, she healed herself silently, then she put the bowl back on the table, Long Yikong added water...

Start the cycle again.

The same goes for the others.

Mo Wang splashed water, and Ma Qianli slapped him with all his might, nearly knocking him unconscious. Then he healed his wounds, lifted the bowl, added water, and started again...

Six people form three pairs and fight each other.

Fang Che could see that there was no mercy at all, and everyone was using all their strength, fearing that they would suffer any loss.

The great guardian Ding Jieran was practicing alone nearby, without any sparring partner. He just quietly drew and put away his sword.

Fang Che was curious, what should Ding Jieran do?
Then he flicked his finger, and a silent stream of energy flew over, knocking out a few drops of water from the bowl of water above Ding Jieran's head.

Ding Jieran suddenly stopped what he was doing, frowned, and began to think about his mistakes in deep thought.

He frowned and thought for a while.

Put down the bowl, stand at attention, and then use all your strength...

Bang!
The slap landed on his face without any falseness, causing the mountains to roar, the earth to shake, blood to flow from his seven orifices, and the stars to shine.

Then add more water, top up the bowl, and continue.

Fang Che was immediately confused.

"Oh my god...Is this possible?"

After taking a closer look at the cultivation levels of the seven guys, he was shocked. Mo Wang was almost a Saint King, Ding Jieran was also a Saint, and the others had also improved by more than one level.

"You work so hard, there's no reason not to improve, it really works!"

Fang Che touched his chin.

“But it’s still a little weak.”

Fang Che touched his chin again.

Rolling his eyes.

"We must give them some more motivation. As the leader, I have no choice but to do this."

So Master Fang hid in the dark and secretly released streams of energy.

then.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia kept fighting each other, Ding Jieran kept hurting himself, and the other four kept fighting each other...

The number of mistakes this afternoon was dozens of times more than before.

In a short while, the seven men were beaten beyond recognition.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped……

Ding Jieran suddenly found something wrong.

There's no way there could be so many mistakes!
He took the bowl down puzzledly, turned to look at everyone, and frowned.

I saw six guys continuing to make mistakes and beating each other up.

Ding Jieran scanned the entire room but found nothing.

Then he made a prompt decision and took off all the weights on his body.

Turning towards the entrance: "Master!"

This was a first for Ding Jieran, as he was the first to speak when no one else was talking to start a conversation.

The two words in Ding Jieran's sentence contain a lot of meaning.

"The leader is here!" "You are back!" "Your subordinate greets you!"

Etc...are all condensed in this sentence.

Ding Jieran is just not talkative, but he is actually very smart. Almost all the people who can enter the Night Demon Cult are among them.

If there is anyone who can come in quietly without alerting everyone, it can only be the Night Demon Leader, Night Demon!
Clear thinking!

Mo Wang and the others stopped slapping each other and looked over like pigs: "The leader is here?"

"Chief Protector, you are not seeing things, are you?"

"Where is the leader?"

"Is the real leader coming?"

Everyone was talking at once and asking questions.

Fang Che could no longer hide and appeared from the void: "You all work hard."

"See the leader!"

"Everyone, get up."

Fang Che gathered everyone together and looked at the injuries on their faces, feeling quite speechless: "Take care of yourselves, this is so swollen... Feng Wanxia, ​​look at yourself, I'm not saying anything bad about you, Long Yikong, how dare you be so harsh on a girl?"

Long Yikong said aggrievedly: "Master, you don't know, she hit me like this first."

Feng Wanxia jumped up on the spot, her eyes brimming with anger: "Long Yikong! Explain to me clearly, who hit who first?"

Long Yikong's momentum weakened: "...I didn't try that hard..."

"Then it's my fault?"

"My bad, okay."

"It's your fault!"

"..."

The two of them started arguing again over just one sentence.

Fang Che had a headache: "Hurry up, take the pills, dress up... talk for a while. Seeing you like this, I have no interest in talking. I always feel like I am leading a group of defeated soldiers..."

"The leader is joking."

So everyone started to practice martial arts and take pills to heal their injuries.

A quarter of an hour later, everything returned to normal.

However, the tear on the corner of Feng Wanxia's eye was still healing slowly, and Long Yikong's broken nose was still reshaping, and the process was very slow.

"Tell me, what did you do during the time I was away?"

Fang Che asked.

"us……"

Of course it was Mo Wang who reported the work, because Ding Jieran's gaze was already on his face.

He explained everything he had done in a very detailed manner.

Then Feng Wanxia began to report the financial situation.

Ma Qianli began to report on infrastructure; while Yang Jiuchen was responsible for reporting on intelligence work.

Fang Che suddenly realized… during the time he was away, the Night Demon Cult was actually well organized, and various channels had been established.

And they stole a lot of things.

The warehouse also strictly follows its own standards: crystals below the best grade will not be included and will be sold directly.

And now there are more than 20,000 top-grade spirit crystals in the warehouse.

"This... can be done."

Master Fang was very satisfied.

"It's just that your cultivation level is a bit behind the times." Fang Che said, "It can be seen that you are usually very lazy."

“……”Everyone was speechless.

What have you achieved after all your hard work? Still no progress?
We have already fulfilled your request before you left that 'everyone must improve one or two levels'.

Before, it might take eight or ten years to reach the first rank, so what else can we do?

To be honest, we couldn’t even imagine the speed we are experiencing now.

Sect Leader Fang said calmly: "Since you are not convinced, then let's have a fight."

So he returned to the martial arts arena.

As Master Fang's cultivation level improved greatly, he attacked with all his strength.

The seven Vajras were killed instantly, without any ability to fight back.

Ding Jieran was lying on the ground, his bones were broken in many places, his eyes were filled with horror!
Night Stalker!

He is indeed a rare devil! With such progress, I am afraid that Boss Fang is no match for him.

But how could Night Demon improve so quickly?
Ding Jieran felt like he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Fang Che beat the seven great masters of the Night Demon Cult half to death, and then completely destroyed their foundation!
Even part of the foundation was destroyed.

Then he took out various elixirs and resources and reshaped the seven people; then he used spiritual medicine to restore their foundation.

Finally, they took out the recovery pills and asked everyone to eat one to restore their vitality.

"How is it now?"

"Suddenly I feel that my foundation has become much more solid." This is Mo Wang's true feeling.

“The road of martial arts once again feels like it extends infinitely.”

"Thank you, Master!"

"No hurry to thank you!"

Fang Che said: "Tonight, each person will have a jar of wine to strengthen their foundation. First lay a solid foundation, and then move forward."

This group of people would be his future team in the Only Orthodox Church, so Fang Che would definitely not be stingy.

The more we can improve them, the better.

Otherwise, if their strength is completely unable to keep up, then Fang Che would find it difficult to handle some things.

"Ding Jieran."

"My subordinate is here!"

"In the next month, you will be responsible for polishing them all!"

Fang Che said calmly: "It is imperative that their foundation is as solid as it can be! I don't care what method you use! Anyway, it must be done within a month!"

"As long as you don't really kill them, I don't care even if you tear each of them into pieces and rebuild them again!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Ding Jieran agreed solemnly.

Mo Wangma, Qianli Niu Baizhan and others all looked pale. Everyone had experienced many times how this chief protector was not a human being.

Now that the leader has given him such a task, it means that everyone’s good days have truly arrived.

What follows is definitely everyone’s nightmare moment.

On the contrary, Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia didn't care much, because the two of them were really torturing each other to the brink of life and death.

"In a month, or in twenty days, the Night Demon Cult will start to go out frequently."

Fang Che narrowed his eyes and said, "Ding Jieran, your mission is very heavy, and your cultivation mission is also very heavy! If in the future, I soar into the sky, but the rest of you are dragging on the ground, how can you do things for me in the future?"

"Remember, don't lose my people!"

"Yes! Sect Master!"

Everyone agreed in unison.

Then all kinds of trivial matters began to be explained, and for the first time Fang Che felt that being a sect leader was not so easy.

On the Guardian side, being a hands-off manager is fine, but on the side of the Solitary Orthodoxy, being a hands-off manager is really going to cause trouble.

Because of these demons, if they are in a bad mood, they will really massacre your whole village.

Finally done.

"Ding Jieran, come forward!"

"Yes!"

"Free your mind completely and seal your Dantian. I want to check your Five Spirit Gu."

"Yes."

Ding Jieran couldn't help but be shocked: This devil wants to check my Five Spirit Gu? What is he going to do?
Did you find something?
Fang Che's Infinite Sutra penetrated Ding Jieran's meridians and successfully found the location of the Five Spirit Gu.

Then the Infinite Sutra was covered on it.

The pressure of the Five Spirit Gu itself was also released simultaneously.

Ding Jieran's Five Spirit Gu suddenly felt as if it had encountered a devastating disaster. It panicked, begged for mercy continuously, kowtowed and made all kinds of ugly gestures.

Fang Che's Five Spirit Gu arrogantly controlled Ding Jieran's Five Spirit Gu, giving off a feeling of an immortal in the clouds looking down at the mortal world.

You are just an ant! Are you worthy of being called Five Spirit Gu?

Fang Che felt his own spiritual power, suppressed the Five Spirit Gu, and tried to refine it, but found that he still could not refine it.

However, it was able to suppress Ding Jieran's Five Spirit Gu without any movement at all.

It is equivalent to a state of suspended animation.

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.

Although the Infinite Sutra has not yet broken through the third level, the suppression effect is much stronger than in the early stages!

Could it be that my Infinite Sutra has reached the late second level?

Fang Che pondered in his heart and began to ask his Five Spirit Gu: "How long can I keep this little Gu silent with the current suppression?"

Wuling Gu thought for a moment and gave a precise answer: "If you cooperate with my power and control the subordinate Gu insects as the leader, it will take ten days!"

Fang Che's Five Spirit Gu proudly announced: "In these ten days, even if the Gu God issues an order, it will be useless!"

Ten days?
Fang Che had an idea in mind.

It seems that it is still not enough.

At the very least, it must be suppressed for more than half a year at a time, which is a half-year safe period, before you can do something else.

As for direct refining...

Even if you have the ability to refine it, you must never refine it casually.

After all, keeping this identity is still very useful.

Then Fang Che used his Five Spirit Gu to revive Ding Jieran's Five Spirit Gu, and the Infinite Sutra was slowly withdrawn.

He nodded and said, "Mo Wang! Come here!"

Sect Leader Fang suppressed and revived the Five Spirit Gu of each of his seven subordinates before announcing that everything was fine.

He wanted to create a routine: whenever I don’t come back for a while, the first thing I would do when I come back is to check each of your Five Spirit Gu.

Using this method, the Night Demon Cult formed a habit.

Moreover, it doesn’t matter even if it is told to others. This is me, as the leader, testing the loyalty of my subordinates.

Everyone has their own way.

Who can say there's something wrong with me?
Besides, the Five Spirit Gu revived soon after. These little gadgets had limited intelligence, and coupled with the suppression effect of the leader-level Five Spirit Gu, they could not convey any information.

"How many little leaders have you killed recently?"

Fang Che raised his eyelids.

During this period, there were a few times when his Five Spirit Gu suddenly gained some kind of energy and grew stronger.

And every time he grew stronger, Fang Che would have to torture him severely eight or ten times.

Fang Che's Five Spirit Gu had already formed a habit of this, and had already been tempered to the brink of destruction...

Even now, I look forward to being tortured, because after each torture, I find myself becoming more solid.

Naturally, the more of this kind of torture, the better.

Even Fang Che's Five Spirit Gu began to have sweet dreams. What if one day the master soars into the starry sky and becomes a legendary existence? At that time, wouldn't I also become... a god?
Thinking of this prospect, I was so excited that I couldn't help myself. How could I object at all?
Finally done.

Fang Che said solemnly, "Very good. You have no second thoughts. It is worth my taking care of you for so long."

Immediately, Mo Wang and others knew the purpose of the leader's action.

They were all shocked: "We swear to never betray the leader, and we will follow him in this life and never regret it!"

"Yeah. We are all family, I feel relieved."

Fang Che said: "In short, improve your strength as soon as possible to prepare for the future. You can all feel that my strength has begun to improve by leaps and bounds. So, you understand."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

They all create a sense of urgency.

Yes, the leader’s strength has almost increased many times compared to when he was at the leader level and raised Gu to become a god.

How much time has passed? If we continue at this speed, won't we soon be left behind by the leader?

We must work harder!

Anyway, the master has laid the basics for us now, so there is nothing to worry about.

Just keep moving forward.

"Master, there is one more thing, which is about the Five Spirit Gu."

After Master Fang examined the Five Spirit Gu, Mo Wang suddenly remembered another thing.

"what happened?"

"The statue of the centipede worshipped by our Night Demon Cult has already produced five spirit insects."

Mo Wang said: "The first batch of 500 Five Spirit Gu larvae have been sealed in special wax pills. Master, what should we do with them? Do we need to expand our power?"

Fang Che frowned, his eyes were somewhat disdainful, and he said lightly: "Mo Wang, what do you think?"

"My subordinates dare not say anything."

"I'll let you say it!"

Fang Che's eyes flashed with coldness.

Mo Wang grunted for a few times, and finally bent down and said, "Well... developing subordinate families to increase the number of informants and financial resources for our sect is a common practice of all sects... cough cough cough..."

"Go on! Speak your truth!"

"Yes, Master."

Mo Wang bowed: "But I don't agree with that. To be honest, Master, since the founding of our Night Demon Sect, all the members are now at the Saint level, and they are about to become Saint Kings."

"After this wave of beatings from the chief protector, all the Saint Kings will not be a problem for us."

"With our current cultivation and needs... developing subordinates from small families at the 80s and 90s... is completely useless! Instead, it will increase the chances of us being exposed."

Mo Wang stole a glance at the leader's face and finally said, "I feel... cough, cough cough... the cost is greater than the benefit, there is no need."

He continued quickly, "And the leader also said that quality is more important than quantity. Bravery is more important than numbers... So..."

Fang Che frowned, tapped his fingers slowly on the armrest of the throne, and said calmly: "So, it's best not to develop the offline business of the Five Spirit Gu, right?"

"……Yes."

Mo Wang bravely said, "If the leader finds someone suitable to join our sect in the future... we can directly recruit them... instead of recruiting from the lower levels... which is not only a waste of energy, but also likely to be futile. After all, the guardians are extremely strict in monitoring such families. If we are not careful, not only will this family be directly wiped out, but it will also easily lead to the people in our sect being implicated and exposed..."

Fang Che had a blank expression on his face. He was deep in thought and looked at the others: "What do you think?"

As usual, Ding Jieran had a stern face and said nothing.

Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia immediately said, "We also don't think it's necessary. Besides, spreading the doctrine and other things is too cumbersome and troublesome."

(End of this chapter)