If possible, Fang Shan hopes that the silence can last longer to give each other a chance to think independently.
However, the floral fragrance of the Palace Master of the Undead Palace was too strong and fragrant, truly pungent. Fang Shan took the initiative and spoke again: "Applying makeup and re-adjusting the outline is something that can be done easily."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace said nothing, but looked at him with a whip in his hand. It was hard to tell whether he was looking at a living person or a corpse.
Fang Shan seemed completely oblivious: "Could it be that the Palace Master thinks my true appearance is not beautiful?"
Even the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace couldn't say yes without a clear conscience. At first glance, this face looked innocent, but when Fang Shan removed the jade hairpin that held her hair together, combined with her long hair, she looked inexplicably coquettish.
However, the face he shows during the day is much colder, which easily arouses people's desire to conquer him.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace stared at him for a long time, and finally hung the whip back on his waist. The biggest reason was that the other party did not fundamentally violate the principles of the Undead Palace. His face was still beautiful and had a unique charm.
Seeing him turn and leave without saying a word, Fang Shan tilted his head and whispered to Wei Sushen, "This Palace Master is quite a remarkable person. He didn't even ask us why we came out on such a dark and windy night."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace, who had already walked away, suddenly stopped in his tracks and said, turning his head slightly, "There are many people with evil intentions in this palace. You are not special."
The poisonous insect in Wei Sushen's arms twitched restlessly. Fang Shan made a gesture to silence him, then locked eyes with the insect. "So that's how it is," he said. He soon returned to his garden and, after entering his room, said, "The Palace Master of the Undead Palace might be able to understand snake language."
Wei Sushen was not moved at all. Compared to the system being able to understand even insect language, this seemed like nothing.
"Not bad." Fang Shan leaned against the headboard. "He must have gone out to stop us. If he rashly pulled out the forgetfulness grass, there would be no doubt a life-and-death battle tonight."
Wei Sushen suddenly chuckled: "I should have brought some fake grass from home to use as a replacement."
Fang Shan imagined the scene in his mind, and suddenly he was like a fish, laughing so hard that his cheeks were shaking: "The Palace Master of the Undead Palace is not blind."
The two of them made a rare joke and didn't waste any more time to rest.
The next day, the weather was slightly cool, and Fang Shan rose early to begin his project of replicating the Forget-Me-Not Grass. Wei Sushen finished washing up and came over, only to hear him muttering to himself, "I planted a few seeds in the spring, and in the fall I will harvest countless imitations."
Then came a series of parallel sentences, the scope of which had expanded from seeds to dating partners. After hearing his intention to harvest countless boyfriends, Wei Sushen finally couldn't help but ask, "How many days will it take to grow them?"
Fang Shan: "At least three days, at most five days."
Wei Sushen nodded, jumped onto the roof, looked out over the entire Undead Palace, and slowly uttered four words: "Loose outside, tight inside."
Fang Shan also felt this. Although there were no visible guards, the defense of the Palace of the Dead was actually as solid as a rock.
After breakfast, Fang Shan took a short walk around the area under the pretext of digesting his food. He glanced at a few places and said, "There are many different varieties being planted."
The vegetation of the Palace of the Dead is characterized by mutual growth and mutual restraint. A single careless move could lead one step to heaven and the next to hell. I still remember how deserted this place was yesterday, yet today I occasionally bump into two or three disciples of the Palace of the Dead. Just as Fang Shan was curious, he saw a familiar figure and walked over to greet him.
The patrolling disciples also smiled when they saw him. Beauty is so touching. Seeing a good-looking face early in the morning makes people feel refreshed.
Fang Shan directly expressed his doubts and asked why there were so many people in the palace today.
The disciple patrolling the mountain said, "The palace master will hold a grand banquet for guests in two days."
Fang Shan raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
The patrolling disciple smiled meaningfully, "The Palace Master often hosts banquets, such as poetry gatherings, flower viewing parties, and even grand birthday banquets."
Having said that, he wanted to pat Fang Shan on the shoulder, but under Wei Sushen's gaze, he put his hand down awkwardly: "I'm going to the back mountain to practice martial arts first."
Fang Shan smiled and waved.
There is no impenetrable wall in the world. There are many beauties living idle in the Palace of the Dead like them. Some of them who are familiar with each other often gather together in the pavilion to enjoy the scenery and chat. Fang Shan can occasionally catch a piece of information when passing by.
But he soon realized that his efforts were wasted. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace had no intention of hiding anything and had even deliberately gathered these outsiders living within the palace. Fang Shan glanced around. Everyone had their own strengths and weaknesses. When he looked at the others, everyone's gaze was directed at him, specifically at Wei Sushen, with strange expressions on their faces.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace also noticed this and, enjoying the fun, said, "Beauty is like a flower, and everyone wants to be the most beautiful. You're new here, so why don't you judge who is the most outstanding among them?"
Wei Sushen didn't refuse, and casually glanced at the person nearby: "He's nine levels worse than my brother."
A difference of one line is already insulting, but Wei Sushen came up and directly used nine lines.
Fang Shan glanced at the host who was silently attracting hatred from him, and silently withdrew his gaze.
Wei Sushen pointed at another person and said, "The difference is a million miles."
The person he pointed out had a face twisted with anger. If it weren't for the presence of the Palace Master of the Undead Palace, he would probably have rushed forward and fought to the death.
Wei Sushen's gaze finally stopped at a rebellious man, and he said indifferently: "The immortals and the mortals are forever separated."
“…”
The scene was silent. Fang Shan glanced at the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace and shook his head. Perhaps even the latter hadn't expected Wei Sushen to single-handedly confront the entire place. Someone couldn't help but slam the table and shout, "Palace Master, please give us an explanation for being insulted by such an ugly person."
As soon as he spoke, the whole place exploded, and everyone started to criticize him. There were men and women, and their voices blended together, surprisingly not feeling like a market, but more like music.
Fang Shan curled his lips. The so-called beauty pageant in the Palace of the Dead even took voice into consideration. Everyone cursed like they were singing.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace raised his hand slightly, and everything immediately quieted down.
This indirectly proves that he has a high prestige. At least there is fear in the eyes of these people.
Everyone thought he was going to say something, but they never heard a single word. About half an incense stick later, a disciple knocked on the door and came in, clasping his fists, saying, "The person has been brought here."
Behind him stood about twenty people, the group that had chosen to live in the town. Gathering so many people together at once made everyone feel a little uneasy.
After they were all seated, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace spoke, "Don't be nervous. I called you all here today to ask you, how do I, Liu, treat you?"
Someone immediately said, "Palace's ideology is Bo Yuntian."
The others chimed in, with Fang Shan and Wei Sushen being the only ones who remained silent. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace looked at them and asked, "Why aren't you two saying anything?"
Fang Shan: "We two brothers are new here, and we haven't experienced this yet." His eyes swept over everyone in turn: "At least not as deeply as some people do."
Fang Shan was incredibly perceptive when it came to the art of language. If he agreed, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace would likely say, "I've had an unfortunate incident today, and I hope everyone will lend a hand based on our past friendship."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace smiled faintly and tapped his index finger twice on the table beside him. "I'm sure you've all heard the rumors. Many forces will be arriving soon."
Without giving them much time to react, he said directly, "I will then announce my participation in the competition for next year's Wulin Alliance Leader."
A simple sentence instantly stirred up a storm. Those present were all intelligent, vaguely guessing what he was up to. Someone immediately stood up and said, "I've been so grateful for your care over the years, Palace Master. I suddenly remembered an urgent matter at home..."
"How urgent is it?" The Palace Master of the Undead Palace smiled.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "My father is seriously ill, I have no choice..."
When he said this, his pupils suddenly dilated, and what he said was no longer words. His lips opened and closed, and all that came out was blood foam. He looked down and saw that a bloody hole had been opened in his chest.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace smiled faintly and said, "I'm worried that you'll be delayed on your journey, so I'm reluctantly trying to help you."
The body was quickly dragged out, leaving two distinct bloody drag marks on the ground.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace narrowed his eyes and said, "This is the Undead Palace, not a charity hall. You should think carefully before making a decision."
In the tense atmosphere, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were the calmest. Fang Shan even felt that he could find time to figure out the other party's intentions.
As one of the four major forces in the martial arts world, the Palace of the Dead is naturally qualified to run for the leader of the martial arts world, but under the premise that the palace master is a man, everything becomes a little subtle.
"The martial arts world is based on strength, not gender," said the Palace Master of the Undead Palace, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. "Others can be the leader of the martial arts world, so why can't I?"
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. This has been a social law since ancient times.
While everyone was thinking different things, Fang Shan lowered his head and smiled.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace regained his composure and said, "On the day of the banquet, I hope everyone will show some respect and attend on time."
To put it bluntly, it is forcing people to take sides.
Fang Shan guessed that some of these people might have more than just appearance. There must be something about them that could be noticed by the Palace Master of the Undead Palace and could be used.
As expected, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace fixed his gaze on a man in purple. "Brother Zhang was driven out because of a family feud, and it was my Undead Palace that took you in."
The man smiled bitterly: "Even if I wanted to help, I'm not able to."
"Is that so?" The Palace Master of the Undead Palace sneered. "But I heard that this three-year struggle came to an end not long ago, and your sister was victorious. I'm afraid she's still thinking of secretly taking you back."
The purple-robed man's expression suddenly changed.
Fang Shan noticed that everyone present was looking away, some seemingly still pondering a response, which he considered a waste of effort. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace was a classic example of a mix of soft and hard tactics, and he was still using soft tactics now. Perhaps he had already secretly given these people a slow-acting poison, just in case.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace pretended to be magnanimous and said a few more words. He did not ask them to make a decision on the spot and let them go.
After everyone dispersed, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were left alone. The Palace Master of the Undead Palace said with a smile, "I kept you here on a whim. Isn't it time to show your worth now?"
As he spoke, his fingers gently stroked the whip, as if gently touching a lover. Fang Shan had no doubt that if he hesitated even a little, the other party would rush over and kill them.
"Of course I'm on the Palace Master's side," Fang Shan smiled. "I'm also very dissatisfied with the unequal system."
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace's eyes darkened: "Anyone can say nice things."
Fang Shan: "I'm willing to prove it with my actions."
"oh?"
Fang Shan: "On the day when the Palace Master hosts a banquet for all the heroes of the martial arts world, I will announce the wedding to everyone."
Without any warning, she grabbed Wei Sushen's hand and interlocked their fingers: "Our marriage is a rebellion against the unequal system, a declaration for freedom, for..."
"Wait!" The Palace Master of the Undead Palace stared at him intently: "What did you just say?"
Fang Shan: "It's about inequality..."
"The previous sentence."
"We decided to get married."
“!!!”
Fang Shan didn't even bother to look at the Palace Master's expression. He just kept talking to himself, "I want to be the man no woman in the world can get. This is my greatest revenge on the world."
After a pause, she suddenly stood up and spoke passionately: "At the same time, I want to call on all men who have been treated unfairly in the world to actively respond and fundamentally dismantle this system where women are superior to men. I want..."
Bang!
The porcelain vase fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Fang Shan was interrupted in his excitement. He looked over unhappily and saw that the usually calm and composed Palace Master of the Undead Palace was now trembling slightly with his fingers.
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