Lord of the night.

Chapter 851 The Trip Was Successful [Additional Update for Leader Siyue Luoshen]

Next, I can finally check government affairs with peace of mind.

Sun Wutan felt deeply that even though it was just an inspection, this job was not easy.

In name, it is an inspection, but it also has to suppress bandits, eliminate evil, fight illegal activities, eliminate demons, and keep the people safe...

Anyway, no matter what the original Fang Chief did, Sun Wutian, the Fang Chief, had come this far, and was even more conscientious than the original Fang Che.

It's really tiring.

But the second day after arriving here was New Year's Eve. The whole city was decorated with lights and people were bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Everyone was in high spirits.

Seeing the heartfelt joy and security of the people in the city, Sun Wutan smiled as he stood high on the guard hall with his hands behind his back. He suddenly felt that all his hard work last night was really worth it.

He sighed with satisfaction, but said, "What's the point of doing so many things? When the identity of Night Devil is exposed in the future, you will scold me as harshly as you can. By then, I don't even want to listen."

After a long moment, he sighed softly.

“Even if I get scolded in the future…”

“It’s worth it.”

Then he said in defense of himself: "But I only care about Baiwuzhou. I don't care about other places."

He paused and said, "There is also Tiandu."

Fang Che was tortured by the quenching fluid until noon outside.

I feel like even my bones are numb.

During the whole process, Sun Wutan's fire stone had been bubbling underneath. Fortunately, Fang Che could transform his spiritual energy into water to replenish it, otherwise it would have been boiled dry long ago.

After taking the pill and feeling it taking effect, he crawled out exhausted.

Went outside naked.

Feeling the cool breeze, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew this old guy was unreliable, but I didn't expect he was this unreliable."

Fang Che groaned.

"Oh my god..."

As my body recovered, my bones became as crystal clear as jade and glass.

Inexplicably, I thought: "If I die in the future and become a zombie in a few years, even a piece of my bones may become a priceless treasure, polished by countless people, with a thick and shiny patina..."

Thinking about that situation, I can't help but shudder.

While thinking wildly, I put on my underwear...

Damn underwear!

Only then did Fang Che realize that he had always been empty-handed.

I quickly dressed myself, thinking that the old devil wouldn't be spying on me...

But after waiting for a while, he still didn’t feel any sense of Sun Wuotian’s divine consciousness, and he felt very strange. Why was this old guy so happy?
He didn't come to see my precious child for a whole day and a night.

However, Fang Che did not dare to relax. If he told Xue Fuxiao that he was tired, he would let him rest for a quarter of an hour. If he told Fang Yunzheng that he was tired, his father would give him a massage for a quarter of an hour. But if he told Sun Wutan that he was tired, the old bastard would beat him up for a quarter of an hour.

This is the difference between the three people.

"Damn it, no wonder the evil leaders of the Solipsism Church are making rapid progress, they were beaten up by the fucking people."

Fang Che practiced the Hate Heaven Sword desperately.

Every knife strike carried hatred towards Sun Wutan.

After practicing the Hateful Heaven Sword, I started practicing the Deadly Flying Sword. I couldn't get out anyway.

Sun Wutan never came in.

This old fellow, along with Fang Che's 200 subordinates, spent the New Year in Baiwuzhou like a local emperor living a life of luxury and debauchery.

Extremely happy.

Because Baiwuzhou was indeed implementing it more thoroughly. And Wu Zhiyun was originally a meritorious service for his crime, and he risked his life to do it.

Moreover, the foundation laid by Sun Wutan was really solid: the cleaning was so thorough!
Therefore, under the command of Sun Wutan, Cheng Zifei and others who were always nitpicking basically stopped taking any action after they pointed out a few minor problems.

Because they haven't forgotten that Wu Zhiyun was making up for his crime by doing meritorious service. If they really qualifies him, this guy will probably be laid off directly.

How could such a dedicated and responsible hall master be dismissed like this?

So the only thing left is the Chinese New Year.

Sun Wutian, who rarely enjoyed himself with the people, accepted the invitation to the New Year's Eve dinner from the guard in the main hall, and also gave a small gift to each of Wu Zhiyun and others.

Although it was a small gift, it was definitely worth a lot of money when it came from Sun Wutan's hands.

Then Sun Wutian took out a large number of pills and distributed some to his family members. To Sun Wutian, these were low-level pills, but to Wu Zhiyun and others, they were high-level pills.

Then Sun Wutan, who was in such a good mood, remembered that when he came here, Baiwuzhou was full of firecrackers and road sweepers, which made him feel warm in his heart until now.

Then, spiritual power quietly exploded in the whole city ninety-nine times, bringing some benefits to the people in the whole Baiwuzhou.

This action almost made the old devil exhausted.

And no one knows.

But the old devil actually did it.

After finishing the job, he regretted it so much that he kept slapping himself in the face: "You are fucking crazy... Dongfang Sansan is not as great as a devil like you... Why the fuck are you pretending to be so awesome..."

But there is no point in regretting, it has already been done, and the spiritual energy that has been sent out cannot be taken back...

The old devil sighed for a while and went back to sleep.

Have a good sleep.

He completely forgot the real Mr. Fang in his own field.

Until the third day of the New Year.

Sun Wutian led the team on their return journey, and Baiwuzhou once again saw off the grand scene of thousands of people. Because many elderly people who were originally bedridden and unable to get out of bed, after Captain Fang's arrival, they all recovered miraculously.

Not only can they eat and sleep, but they can also walk briskly! And this is not just an isolated case, there are many, many more!

This further gave Mr. Fang a "divine" aura, and everyone felt that it worked if they enshrined Mr. Fang's longevity tablet at home!

It's really Mr. Fang who showed his spirit...

Perhaps the word "miraculous" is not appropriate, but the people of Baiwuzhou do worship Fang Che as a god!

It was not until they were thirty miles outside the city that they persuaded most of the people to go back.

It was not until they were fifty miles away that the number of people seeing them off began to decrease. There were only people from the major families and those guarding the hall.

Five hundred miles, people from major families go back.

There were only a few people guarding the hall, including the palace master.

"Let's go back."

Sun Wutian said to Wu Zhiyun, "At least you did a good job. From now on, just follow the previous standards. You better be careful, or I'll come to your door one day."

"I accept my order from my humble position!"

Wu Zhiyun looked excited.

"General Fang, have a safe and happy journey!"

Wu Zhiyun bid farewell and said sincerely from the bottom of his heart: "If you have time, please come to Baiwuzhou and sit down!"

“People here miss you!”

Sun Wutian stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards the distant and invisible Baiwuzhou, and said softly, "There will be a chance."

The sound is like smoke and fog.

Vague and illusory.

He sighed silently in his heart, because he knew that if Sun Wutian wanted to come to Baiwuzhou, he could do so at any time, but if he wanted to come again with Fang Che's appearance... it would not be easy.

He stared at it absentmindedly for a while, then turned around and started his journey home without looking back.

Wu Zhiyun and others watched until Mr. Fang and others disappeared before turning around and leaving.

"When Mr. Fang left, he was obviously reluctant to leave."

The deputy hall master said: "We should really stay in Baiwuzhou for a few more days."

Wu Zhiyun sighed deeply: "It's not easy for Mr. Fang to stay in Baiwuzhou for so many days this time. You know how heavy the burden on him is."

"I hope people like Mr. Fang will have a safe and smooth life!"

The deputy hall master said sincerely.

Everyone nodded vigorously.

But they all sighed in their hearts.

Such a person is a thorn in the eyes and flesh of countless people in this world, yet how could he have such a smooth life?
There are too many bad people in this world...after all! Even the people who are being protected, don't they say weird things?
There's nothing we can do about it.

Fang Che was practicing with the sword when Sun Wutan walked in with a gloomy face.

His original appearance has been restored, and his face looks even more gloomy and cold.

Standing on one side, watching Fang Che's Hateful Heaven Sword Technique.

His eyes were a little empty, and I didn't know what he was thinking. It seemed like he was turning a blind eye.

"Ancestor!"

Fang Che stopped the knife and came to greet him with a smile.

"Ah."

Sun Wutian nodded calmly, then turned his wrist and held all of Fang Che's clothes in his hand, folding the cloak and clothes neatly. Venus sparkled in his hand.

The moment he handed over the clothes, Sun Wutan suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Ancestor..."

Fang Che hurried forward, rubbed the old devil's shoulders, and flattered him, "Just keep it, I still have more. Are you only thinking of helping me this time? This won't do. I have so many troubles here, Master, you can't just give up."

Sun Wutian's face was visibly glowing with joy, but he forced himself to keep a straight face and cursed, "You still want me to work for you for a long time? You're dreaming! I won't do it!"

Fang Che rubbed his shoulders harder and harder, saying in a flattering manner: "Grandmaster, please help me, considering that I am so filial..."

Sun Wutan snorted and reluctantly put his cloak and clothes back.

He said calmly, "Then I'll keep it for you first. If you need it in an emergency in the future and don't have time to ask you for clothes, you'll be at a loss."

"Yes, yes, the Grandmaster has considered it very carefully."

"You haven't been lazy these days, have you?"

Sun Wutian said.

"Please ask the Grandmaster to examine me."

So Sun Wutan and Fang Che started to test each other.

It must be said that Old Sun was very measured in his actions this time. He was only testing Fang Che's progress and did not intentionally beat him.

As for injuries and broken bones...there weren't any.

"You have advanced one level."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "The Saint level is the eighth level."

After thinking it over carefully, he said, "His combat power is equivalent to that of a Saint Emperor of the third rank. In a real fight, he can leapfrog to an ordinary Saint Emperor of the fourth rank. This is a battle that transcends class, which is a bit exaggerated."

Fang Che pondered for a moment and said, "Ancestor, what if we compare the standard to the Holy Emperor of the Cloud Weapon Chart?"

"No comparison."

Sun Wutian shook his head without thinking: "According to your progress in cross-level combat, you have to be at least the eighth level of Saint King to be able to compete with the Saint Emperor of the Cloud Weapon Chart."

(End of this chapter)