novelraw Chapter 58 : There Will Be Plenty for You to Regret
Chapter 58 : There Will Be Plenty for You to Regret
Chapter 58: There Will Be Plenty for You to Regret
Fang Chang tossed another gray-white jade token in his hand.
This was what the old woman of the Blood Demon Path had left behind when he encountered Cheng Hua before—when she prepared to sacrifice herself to cover their retreat.
A true cultivation treasure like Tai Sui Flesh was certainly useful.
And even more capable of stirring hearts than money.
But the disciples in charge of screening didn’t dare act recklessly just for Tai Sui Flesh.
This guiding jade token functioned like a guarantor, a letter of recommendation.
If something went wrong, there would be someone to take the blame.
Since there was someone to shoulder responsibility,
and the screening disciples didn’t dare offend Senior Sister Cheng Hua—the one whose strikes hurt like hell—
then earning a bit of extra profit became a perfectly delightful arrangement.
Besides—
[Ice Dissolution] was a sword move only developed in version 3.0, specifically to brutally counter the extraterrestrial demon seeds from the previous version that could trigger Inner Demons.
A case of version suppression.
Fang Chang could pass the Waiting for the Heavenly Steps without leaving any wounds or hindrances from the ten demonic realms.
As for the stage of questioning the heart—
there was even less to say.
Naturally, they turned a blind eye.
Of course,
this kind of oversight was also related to the current internal discord within Canglan Mountain, with growing conflicts between the Cui Family and cultivators of other surnames.
The mountain wind blew past.
The density of spiritual energy made Fang Chang’s nose itch, even giving him the sensation of blood rushing upward.
Too much spiritual energy.
Fang Chang stretched lazily, pounding his overworked lower back.
“In any case, let’s find a place to lie down first.”
He only did one thing a day.
And now he was tired.
He crossed the white jade plaza, passing by a training ground where rows of cultivators practiced swordsmanship in unison.
At the towering scripture pavilion, he saw techniques swirling and flying.
Near the pill chambers, he caught faint whiffs of medicinal fragrance.
At the entrance of a classroom, he saw a little girl beating up two boys, every punch carrying wind.
Having just entered this Canglan Mountain of the Twelve Orthodox Paths, Zhao Yuntong still found it hard to believe. Along the way, she was afraid of causing trouble, afraid of being exposed as someone from the Corpse Refinement Path.
Throughout the entire stroll, she didn’t say a single word.
Fang Chang grew even more tired.
Afterward, he inquired about a place—
—the Back Mountain Pagoda Forest of the Huangmei Courtyard Area.
That place was secluded and remote.
Most of the dwellings there were crude, barely able to shield from wind and rain, some even requiring cultivators to build them themselves. Only a small number of cultivators seeking peace of mind resided there long-term.
He often needed to maintain corpse puppets, with Yin Energy constantly flourishing.
In crowded places full of chatter, it would be troublesome.
This Back Mountain Pagoda Forest of the Huangmei Courtyard Area was the most suitable.
It took Fang Chang half a day to find the place.
It was a vast bamboo forest.
Stretching toward the distant mountain foot, as far as the eye could see.
A stream flowed from deeper within the mountains, winding through the bamboo grove, its sound soft and clear.
A few wooden huts were scattered among the forest by the stream, far apart from each other. No cooking smoke, no human voices.
Fang Chang stood there for a moment.
“Not bad.”
Just as he was about to walk in, he saw from afar a white-robed female cultivator hurriedly stepping out of a thatched hut, her expression tense with a mix of excitement and anger.
“Oh…”
Fang Chang was surprised.
—that white-robed female cultivator was precisely the Cui Family cultivator whose Red Lotus Sword he had taken.
Though this was her territory after all, meeting on the first day—there was indeed some kind of fate between them.
The white-robed female cultivator quickly left the back mountain.
Fang Chang looked toward the thatched hut.
From a slightly elevated position, he could see the courtyard’s daily items smashed and scattered.
He could also see, beside the kicked-open wooden door, a disheveled petite woman curled on the ground.
Fang Chang’s expression immediately became interesting.
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“I was just worrying about where to find you. Turns out I didn’t have to put in any effort at all…”
He wasn’t in a hurry, slowly walking toward the thatched hut.
The courtyard gate was half-open.
When the wind passed, the bamboo sea surged like waves, blurring the faint sobbing coming from within.
Fang Chang didn’t bother with manners. He pushed open the gate and walked inside.
On the stone floor,
the woman was curled into a small ball.
Her hair bun had mostly come undone, a few damp strands clinging to her forehead, covering half her face. The small portion of her cheek that showed was pale to the point of translucence, yet a shocking patch of red swelling spread across her cheekbone.
Her dark blue dress was wrinkled, mixed with the dust of the ground.
Her collar had been tugged loose, her curled arms pressing against her body, forming soft, even curves beneath the fabric, rising and falling with her hurried, sorrowful breathing.
Like two trapped white doves.
Her scattered black hair blocked her vision—she hadn’t even noticed Fang Chang entering.
She lay there rigidly,
letting tears trace over the bruises on her face.
A gust of wind passed, circling around her before leaving indifferently.
Her skirt lifted slightly, then clung back to her form.
The rounded, upturned curve beneath the fabric was outlined clearly.
Fang Chang took in the sight fully.
Though the woman was petite, beneath the skirt was a firm, rounded figure full of vitality and health.
“Nice…”
“Really nice~”
Cui Wenxi suddenly trembled, curling up even tighter.
She looked up in panic.
There she saw Fang Chang leaning lazily against the doorframe, that handsome yet gloomy face carrying a casual, frivolous expression.
Looking at her.
“Uh… did I say that out loud?”
Fang Chang felt a bit awkward.
The fear on Cui Wenxi’s face slowly settled.
She said nothing, pushing herself up and silently pulling down her skirt to cover herself.
After tidying her disheveled hair, more bruises on her face were revealed.
Fang Chang smiled.
“Who was that person? Do you need me to avenge you?”
Cui Wenxi remained silent. She turned to go inside and shut the door, but Fang Chang pressed his body against it, blocking it.
Cui Wenxi switched to grabbing the door with both hands, trying to pull it shut.
It didn’t move.
She had lost her cultivation and wasn’t someone who trained her physical body.
Fang Chang stood unmoved. “Don’t you remember me? I’m your cousin.”
“Go away…”
Faced with his nonsense, Cui Wenxi finally spoke, blood at the corner of her mouth, her voice hoarse and fragmented.
Though they had only met once,
the scene back then was still vivid—how could she forget Fang Chang?
Fang Chang suddenly looked up in reminiscence, a smile lingering at his lips.
“You really went all the way—just one casual remark from me and you crippled your own cultivation. I almost thought I’d reached the Fifth Realm, Heart Fasting, where a Dao word could shatter the heart.”
Cui Wenxi clenched her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Back then, her mind had been disturbed by the Gu Path and the withered corpse of the abbot from One Lamp Temple.
That single sentence had ruined her—and also saved her.
She didn’t know whether to hate him or thank him.
“If Cheng Hua asked you to come, then please go back and tell her—we should never meet again in this lifetime.”
“If you came to laugh at me, then please leave as well… I only want to live peacefully.”
Cui Wenxi only reached Fang Chang’s neck in height.
She lowered her head, her shoulders trembling, shadows covering her delicate and beautiful face.
“Neither.”
Fang Chang spread his hands. “I’m just a passerby eating melon seeds. I passed by, so I came to take a look at you.”
“You’ve seen enough. You can leave now.”
Cui Wenxi forced herself to muster what little firmness she had left, raising her eyes to meet his gaze.
But his eyes were neither cold nor warm—like he was examining an object, or weighing something.
For a moment, Cui Wenxi felt uneasy under his gaze.
“Do you regret it?”
“…Things have already come to this. What is there to regret?”
“It’s good that you don’t regret it. There will be plenty of things for you to regret later.”
Cui Wenxi froze for a moment. “What do you mean?”
Fang Chang’s smile didn’t change. “If your cultivation were still intact, would you be confident in taking a Direct Disciple spot?”