Among them, one person raised an objection, "Should we wait for the envoy to return?"
The others responded in unison, "No!"
"By the time he returns, will this treasure still belong to our family? Moreover, my suggestion that we all go is the safest plan. That's because with no insiders at home, even if the envoy arrives early and uses any means, they won't know about this matter. This concerns our lives and future prospects... The envoy is from Yixin Sect, what kind of personality do you people still not understand?"
"Right! There's no time to delay, gather people immediately!"
"Okay!"
That very night,
all the elite members of the Su Family, disguised, left the city in groups, and gathered in the wilderness outside. They shot forth like arrows into the darkness.
...
That same night,
Fang Che also got ready, placing a face mask in his pocket, and stepped out of the courtyard.
He was anxious.
What if the Su Family really got it?
"Cousin Young Master, where are you going?"
He was stopped when he stepped out of the Fang Family's main gate.
"I'm going to see a girl, what else would I do at night?" Fang Che rolled his eyes.
"..."
The guard at the gate, heavy-hearted, silently stepped aside.
You're awesome!
You go out to meet girls!
I have to stay here and watch the gate.
Fang Che walked out of the gate,
heading toward the direction of Nancheng, which was filled with the scent of rouge.
Soon, his figure was hidden.
...
An hour later,
outside the city at a wealthy householder's residence,
there was chaos.
The sound of horse hooves rushed like a sudden downpour, quickly disappearing.
A fat man tumbled and scrawled on the ground, "Catch the thief... he stole what I was just riding..."
The martial master of the residence arrived upon hearing the news, "Master, the third concubine was stolen?"
...
Fang Che was lying atop the horse, akin to a black ghost.
Leaning forward, he adjusted his posture with each movement of the horse, his buttocks touching the horse's back lightly before bouncing back up, allowing his body weight not only to not burden the horse but to also act as a driving force pushing the horse forward.
His skilled horsemanship allowed him to merge almost one with the horse, shooting like an arrow into the distance under the pounding sound of horse hooves through the night.
Target.
Bai Zhang Peak.
As he galloped like flying, Fang Che reached into his chest.
Unfolded the face mask.
Gradually wrapped it around his face.
The night wind howled, pressing the mask tightly against his face, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes in the dark night, reflecting the starlit sky.
Four hours of sprinting,
it was already bright.
He was now seven hundred miles away from Bibo City.
The horse was exhausted.
Fang Che dismounted by a pool, leading the horse to drink and rest.
"Thank you, my horse. If you know the way, go back on your own. If not, wait here for me to return and we'll go together."
Patting the horse's neck, Fang Che vaulted up amidst the horse's long neighs.
... He stole another horse.
Familiar with the route,
he continued his frenzied dash.
Three hundred miles later,
he had entered the Cangmang Mountain Range, which was difficult to traverse. This place was already close to the outskirts of Wan Ling Zhi Forest.
He let the horse graze by the creek at the foot of the mountain, then with a flicker, he dove into the dense forest.
Just like a chameleon walking through the woods, he disappeared in an instant.
Unable to witness how the Su Family members died, Fang Che always felt there was something unresolved.
The Su Family members started much earlier than him, but they needed to continuously verify their route and confirm their bearings.
So although Fang Che started later, he still reached Bai Zhang Peak two hours faster than the Su Family members.
Standing at the top of the adjacent mountain, he verified his bearings then leaped down.
He walked through dense, pathless shrubbery while avoiding all the thorns, fluidly to the extreme.
He even had time to frequently gather materials on site, continually digging up herbs.
Finally... all the herbs were mashed with a knife on a stone until they became a stinky paste.
He smeared a small portion of this paste on his body,
then without hesitation, took the majority of it around to the back of the mountain.
On his way, many poisonous insects smelled the scent and scattered in all directions.
He easily arrived at a well-hidden pool behind the mountain.
Gently parting the bushes covering the pool, he revealed the deep green water.
With a plop,
he threw the rest of the paste into the water.
Then he leaned against a large stone, motionless.
Immediately,
the pool bubbled like a boiling pot.
The medicine paste mixing with the water was like quicklime entering the water, bubbling up, turning the entire pool cloudy.
The repulsive smell exploded underwater and rapidly spread to the bottom.
The surface of the water was still, but beneath it was akin to a toxic gas bomb going off.
Minutes later,
countless extremely venomous water snakes and other oddly shaped aquatic toxins frantically surfaced, crawling ashore to escape.
This smell was unbearably disgusting!
Fifteen minutes later,
the water in the pool was churning, a round, triangular crocodile head emerged, making gurgling sounds as it hurried away.
It seemed to be cursing the foul smell, even vomiting twice.
Fang Che still didn't move.
Half an hour later,
no more poisonous creatures were crawling out.
Fang Che watched as the water in the pool slowly became clear; then likewise, he observed the mud at the bottom gradually turning gray-white.
He still didn't move.
Another fifteen minutes later,
the bottom of the pool churned tumultuously, a thick, milky-white flood dragon surfaced.
Its body was somewhat ethereal. This was a Spiritual Body of a flood dragon, already close to having a physical form.
A golden horn on the Spiritual Body flood dragon's head emitted a solid golden light.
Fang Che's eyes revealed a smile, he showed his figure, using his newly acquired Samurai cultivation, he activated his soul's pressure.