Novel11 Chapter 86 : Next Time, Stop Acting So Pretentious, Okay?
Chapter 86 : Next Time, Stop Acting So Pretentious, Okay?
Chapter 86: Next Time, Stop Acting So Pretentious, Okay?
Fang Chang ultimately waited for the riverside elder to finish speaking.
Generally speaking, once a game became reality, NPCs endlessly repeating the same dialogue became quite rare.
But this riverside elder was a damaged soul body that had persisted for many years.
He possessed little intelligence left, which made it somewhat understandable.
As for those disciples of the Grand White Sword Sect and Taiyi Talisman Palace outside—
they had originally been worrying outside the hut,
discussing whether they should forcefully break in to investigate.
Then they suddenly saw the door swing open, with the riverside elder’s soul body standing beside Fang Chang, wearing an expression as though he had finally met a true confidant.
Naturally, another wave of shocked cries erupted.
“As expected of Junior Sister Lü Muxue’s acquaintance!”
“Truly a dragon among men, Senior Brother Fang!”
Fang Chang almost laughed.
You people are pretty NPC-like yourselves.
The cultivators at the distant riverside who were still discussing ways to cross the river noticed the commotion, and many quietly gathered over to watch.
Fang Chang looked toward the riverside elder.
“I’ll trouble you.”
“Ah, so this is the Abyss Bloom... so beautiful... it’s even more poetic than my first love...”
“I remember running beneath the sunset that day. That was my lost youth...”
Alright, alright, that’s enough already.
Before his death, this riverside elder had been a high-level cultivator.
After death, he had lingered beside the river for many years.
Even though only a remnant soul remained now, he naturally feared neither the winds of Rift Abyss River nor its dangers.
The elder raised the broken fishing net and the two shattered halves of the boat before the hut.
Spiritual Essence radiance burst brilliantly.
The fishing net connected the front and rear halves of the broken boat.
Wrapped within Spiritual Essence, the fishing net and broken boat fused together into a long narrow flying boat.
Fang Chang waved toward the disciples of the Grand White Sword Sect and Taiyi Talisman Palace.
“Fellow Daoists, please.”
Chen You and the others happily replied:
“Together, together.”
After a brief hesitation, Chen You lowered his voice.
“Brother Fang, there are still many open spots on this flying boat. How about allowing those rogue cultivators at the riverside aboard as well? It would spare them from dying while attempting to cross the river... Any expenses can be counted under my name.”
Fang Chang deeply looked at him and smiled.
“I already intended to do so. As for expenses, it’s a trivial matter. There’s no need to mention it again.”
Chen You was overjoyed, his favorable impression of Fang Chang increasing greatly.
Even among righteous cultivators like themselves from the Twelve Orthodox Paths, there were very few people as generous, righteous, and helpful as the man before them.
“Brother Fang, truly... truly... being able to know you is the fortune of three lifetimes!”
“It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”
Fang Chang called out toward the rogue cultivators on the shore. Hearing that Fang Chang intended to ferry them across for free, they all became delighted.
As they passed by Fang Chang, each introduced themselves loudly and offered thanks.
Even the female cultivator who had flirted with Fang Chang earlier did the same.
Her face was full of embarrassment as she tried blending into her companions unnoticed.
A group of attractive female cultivators politely greeting you in delicate voices naturally put one in an excellent mood.
Then someone inside the Black Tortoise Square Cauldron started scratching coffin boards with their fingernails.
Fang Chang naturally could not be bothered with her.
Only now did he learn these women were cultivators of the Enchantress Path.
Only women could cultivate the Enchantress Path.
The name sounded somewhat seductive.
And indeed, it did have certain connections with those paths proficient in bedchamber arts.
But in reality, their cultivation followed the route of preserving their Primal Yin. They did not engage in external Dual Cultivation, instead focusing on the self-generated Yin-Yang within their own bodies.
They refined the innately supreme Yin-spiritual nature born within themselves.
For example, the “gold within water” hidden within the Kan Palace—that is, the kidneys—they regarded it as the great immortal medicine for attaining immortality and enlightenment...
Of course—
if a man stole their Primal Yin, they might lose the “great medicine” they had painstakingly refined for years, requiring periodic self-consumption afterward.
Fang Chang was still recalling details of this path.
Watching those female cultivators board the flying boat,
suddenly—
a streak of white rapidly leaped forward.
The white shadow moved like wind, instantly slipping beneath the skirt of the female cultivator who had flirted with Fang Chang and climbing upward without anyone noticing.
Fang Chang glanced once more and simply let it go.
Unexpectedly—
the flirtatious female cultivator happened to turn around right then and saw Fang Chang staring at her buttocks.
Joy immediately appeared on her face as she turned and strode confidently toward Fang Chang.
“Next time, stop acting so pretentious, okay?”
Without waiting for a response,
she pulled out a handkerchief from the overlapping folds at her chest and stuffed it into Fang Chang’s hand.
Then she turned around again and proudly returned to her group of companions.
This time was different from before.
The other women no longer mocked her, instead revealing expressions of surprise and jealousy.
“......”
Fang Chang unfolded the handkerchief in his palm. It still carried the warm, soft body heat and faint fragrance of a woman. In one corner, several delicate embroidered characters read:
“Song Zitan.”
He could not help smiling.
That was a very good name.
He instantly remembered who this person was.
Aside from the few top-tier female corpses he refined after fully letting loose in the later stages, Fang Chang rarely remembered others this deeply.
As for this person—
it was not because of unfulfilled love or romantic pursuit.
Rather, among players, she possessed several extremely famous nicknames.
—Female Sea King, Fish-Farming Queen, Owner of the Fish Pond, and so on.
All of them referred to this female cultivator’s tendency to maintain many relationships simultaneously.
But judging from how immature her methods still were, and how she became flustered and angry so easily,
she was probably still training herself according to her own life philosophy.
Fang Chang noticed a single strand of hair left behind on the handkerchief.
He laughed helplessly.
You delivered this to me yourself, so you can’t blame me.
...
...
The flying boat traveled across the river for three days and three nights.
Song Zitan waited for Fang Chang for three days and three nights as well.
But he never came looking for her.
Not only that, he did not even glance at her again!
What exactly was he pretending for?!
He had clearly been peeking at her perfect ass!
Song Zitan originally thought the flying boat had too many people aboard, making him timid.
But after they reached shore—
that damn man directly left together with the disciples of the Grand White Sword Sect and Taiyi Talisman Palace from the Twelve Orthodox Paths, acting as though he did not know her at all!
Watching the handsome man’s departing figure from afar—
“Heh.”
Song Zitan nearly laughed from irritation.
This man named Fang Chang possessed decent cultivation, at the Third Realm.
She herself was only at the Second Realm.
But his bearing and appearance were top-tier. Even though few righteous cultivators were ugly,
someone handsome to this degree was still exceedingly rare.
Song Zitan wanted to conquer him and make him fall beneath her pomegranate skirt.
Summon him when desired, dismiss him when done.
If nothing else—
it would at least be impressive.
“Don’t be angry anymore, Zitan. Men always like pretending they don’t care in front of women, as though anyone would care about them.”
A fellow female disciple with a fairly good relationship with her came over to comfort her.
Her tone was soft and sympathetic, appearing very considerate.
But Song Zitan could see the mockery and schadenfreude within her eyes.
Tch.
Bitch.
Song Zitan gently patted her hand, indicating she appreciated the comfort.
“Where exactly were we heading this trip again?”
“Senior Sister Xia Qi managed to connect with several male disciples from Sword Cleansing Pavilion. They invited us to go sightseeing at Green Forest Isle together.”
“Oh... Earlier on the flying boat, where did that Fang Chang and those people from the sword sect and talisman palace say they were going? Twin Su... Manor? Right, Twin Su Manor.”
Her fellow disciple froze briefly.
“You’re not planning to look for him, are you? Although Sword Cleansing Pavilion isn’t one of the Twelve Orthodox Paths, it’s still a famous sect. Opportunities like this—for cultivators from small sects like us with mediocre aptitude—we should take advantage of our youth...”
Song Zitan turned her face away without answering.
Her fellow disciple abruptly stopped speaking, appearing thoughtful.
“Who exactly is that person? Did you find out?”
Song Zitan secretly curled her lips upward.
Finally, you asked.
“I’ll only tell you. Don’t tell anyone else.”
She deliberately wore a troubled expression.
“Fine, hurry and tell me.”
“That person is good friends with Lü Muxue from Taiyi Talisman Palace.”
Her friend’s eyes widened in shock.
“Lü Muxue? The treasured jewel of Taiyi Talisman Palace?”
“Mhm...”
“I’m going with you! Don’t tell the others. We’re not going to Green Forest Isle anymore! We’re going to Twin Su Manor!”