Chapter 1744 - 50: Yan Nan’s Question, Yemo’s Answer [Bonus - s 17 & 18 for Huang jin Alliance Leader wise Hai Chen]

Chapter 1744: Chapter 50: Yan Nan’s Question, Yemo’s Answer [Bonus Chapters 17 & 18 for Huang jin Alliance Leader wise Hai Chen]

"It really is like this. Towards Grandpa Ancestor, Master feels only admiration, reverence, and longing, but also a sense of helplessness, as if he is beyond reach, no matter what. Master once said that every time he kowtowed outside Grandpa Ancestor’s palace, his heart felt utterly empty..."

Under the intense mental pressure from Bai Jing, Fang Che was utterly unable to lie.

He could only speak the truth.

"Helplessness beyond reach, utterly empty..."

Bai Jing murmured, "...Is it really like this? Indeed!"

Then his spiritual power retracted.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, and stopped speaking.

Yan Nan’s authoritative voice rang out: "Yemo, do you know whose domain you have entered?"

"It is Vice Sect Master Yan’s domain." Fang Che answered quickly.

"Why are you so certain?" Yan Nan asked.

"Spectacular and vast!"

Fang Che said: "It was just a gut feeling. A guess."

Yan Nan’s face showed a satisfied expression, and he said: "Vast... Yemo, you may lift your head and stand up to speak."

"I obey."

Fang Che lifted his head, then placed one hand on the ground, stepped back with one foot, assuming a kneeling position.

Only after that did he stand up.

Hands solemnly placed at his sides, he slightly raised his head.

His gaze was full of respect and admiration as he finally saw the face of the current ruler of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

As soon as their eyes met, he immediately lowered his gaze.

"Truly an outstanding figure."

Yan Nan said casually: "Among the Guardians, you’ve done well."

Fang Che stood with his hands down: "I only acted under orders."

"Undercover work is not easy."

Yan Nan’s eyes flickered, and he said: "What do you think of the Guardians?"

Fang Che hesitated: "I... I don’t know how to answer."

Yan Nan laughed: "A bit vague, then tell me, do you have any feelings for the Guardians?"

Fang Che steeled himself, saying: "Yes!"

"Oh? How so?"

Yan Nan squinted his eyes.

"I... I don’t know what to feel either."

Fang Che said honestly: "Without tasks from the sect, and after a long period of time, I can fully immerse myself in the duties given by the Guardians, rooting out the corrupt and benefiting the people. Often, I feel a sense of honor, as if my life was not lived in vain because I have done something for the people of the world. It makes my heart very peaceful."

Yan Nan’s expression remained unchanged, saying: "Continue."

"Sometimes, working with the Guardians, I even feel a sense of joy. Other times, I feel like even these ants have the right to survive; doing a little for them would earn their gratitude, and doing a little wrong would ruin their opinion of me... I also feel a sense of manipulating weather and changing fortunes..."

Yan Nan frowned: "Hmm?"

"In one identity, I’m respected by all; in another, I’m scorned by all. Sometimes I feel like a saint; but other times, I feel like everyone in the world could be killed! And should be killed! So sometimes, when I fall asleep at night, I even dream of two versions of myself, fighting each other. It’s a strange sense of division... I dare not lie."

Fang Che lowered his gaze respectfully and spoke.

These words had gone through countless drafts in his mind; yet under Yan Nan’s pressure, he still stumbled a little in speech.

However, this only added a sense of authenticity. After all, a low-ranking demon from the sect should be nervous when facing the supreme Vice Sect Master.

Regarding Fang Che’s words.

Duan Xiyang was somewhat frowning.

To him, Yemo seemed to be wavering significantly.

But in the ears of Bai Jing and Bi Changhong, Yemo’s feelings seemed normal.

For an undercover, the mentality of a Guardian is correct until exposed.

Yan Nan pondered for a moment, saying: "How many of the Guardian’s upper echelon have you met?"

"I’ve met Lord Xue Fuxiao, Lord Rui Qianshan, Lord Dong Changfeng, Lord Yang Luoyu, Lord Bu Chou..."

"Hmm, what do you think of Xue Fuxiao and Rui Qianshan?" Yan Nan asked.

"Huh?"

Fang Che was completely taken aback.

Can people of such a level really be judged by me?

"Speak freely!"

Yan Nan said.

"I really haven’t seen them up close... only reverence."

Fang Che said with a bitter face.

Yan Nan couldn’t help but smile, saying: "Then what do you think of Dongfang Strategist?"

"A talent of unmatched genius, unparalleled in history!"

Fang Che said: "Dongfang Strategist is truly a highlight of the entire world. He is also the real mortal threat concerning the survival of our sect. Every time I hear people talk about Dongfang Strategist, I feel a sense of crisis, always feeling like we will suffer defeat... That feeling, not even knowing how to deal with such a person... Your humble servant has spoken out of turn, please punish me, Vice Sect Master..."

After Fang Che finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

For a long time.

Yan Nan sighed lightly and said: "Indeed, Dongfang Sansan is truly such a person."

He stood up slowly, pacing lightly, and said faintly: "After so many years of battling Dongfang Sansan, I too have great admiration for him. Sometimes, I feel that if there comes a day when we win, we might not even want Dongfang Sansan to vanish."

"He is truly the strongest opponent I have ever encountered! There is no guarantee of victory against him!"

Yan Nan’s eyes contemplatively gazed at the mist outside the hall, seemingly recalling Dongfang Sansan’s slender, wise face.

"The terror of Dongfang Sansan lies in his foolproof strategies, wisdom as vast as the heavens, but even more frightening is his ruthlessness."