After taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves, the Palace Master of the Undead Palace suddenly thought of whipping the disciple who brought them here three hundred times and locking him up in a dark cell.
He had been planning for so long just to gain a position in the martial arts world that matched his strength, not to make an enemy of the world!
"What does the Palace Master think of this sincerity?" Fang Shan looked at him with an extremely serious look.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace took another sip of tea, his eyes filled with warning: "You don't need to do anything, just stay quietly."
The word "quiet" was particularly emphasized and pronounced in a deep bass.
Watching him walk away in a huff, Fang Shan pretended to be confused and asked Wei Sushen, "Why are you reacting so strongly all of a sudden?"
Wei Sushen looked at him intently and asked, "What do you think?"
Fang Shan tilted his head: "Could it be because of my suggestion?"
Wei Sushen said calmly, "Remove the first two words."
Fang Shan filled his own cup of tea. Unlike the Palace Master of the Undead Palace, who was trying to calm his nerves, he simply savored it. Finally, he put down the cup and shook his head, saying, "Such a small thing can startle you."
You can tell at first glance that he has never seen the world.
Everything has to have a reason.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace hosted a banquet for the heroes, dubbed it a "Swordsmanship Competition." Legend has it that the sword he wanted to show was a precious sword he had brought from the South China Sea. Its blade was permanently covered in a layer of white frost, hence the name "Frost Sword."
The legends about this sword are quite exaggerated, such as "the world was shocked when the sword was drawn" and "the sword light shook the nine provinces".
Everyone knows that the rumors are exaggerated, but out of curiosity, many people still choose to make a special trip.
When Wei Sushen saw a strange light flash in the system's eyes, he knew what was going on again.
"The mission is the most important thing." He simply reminded me.
Fang Shan nodded, looking as if he understood what was going on. He then spent the next hour carefully tending to the grass he had planted, gently pulling it out every hour, under the pretense of loosening the soil.
It was the first time that Wei Sushen witnessed the real-life example of forcing things to grow. Faced with the system's hidden pride, he gave a few compliments against his will.
Fang Shan's fake forget-me-not grass, cultivated with the "ruthless and cruel" method, gradually grew. In just three days, it was over a meter tall.
"The time to pass off fakes as real is coming." Fang Shan poked Wei Sushen: "It takes a thousand days to train an army and only a moment to deploy it."
After a brief exchange of glances, Wei Sushen removed Shanshan from the jar. The Gu worm, inexplicably drafted into service, was completely bewildered. It didn't shift uneasily until Fang Shan dug up the grass by the roots and tied it to its back.
"Those poisonous snakes are the eyes and ears of the Palace Master of the Undead Palace. If you want to hide from them, you have to rely on you." Fang Shan described the task very simply, it was a switching process of digging out and burying. The insect was not a fool and shook its head and tail to express its refusal.
Fang Shan's gaze shifted to Wei Sushen: "If it doesn't go, then you go."
Wei Sushen then held the insect in his palm and flattered it expressionlessly, "Your crystal-clear body is very much like your pure and flawless heart. I always forgot to mention that you look so beautiful when you're trying hard..."
Under his praise, the insect's originally white and tender body turned a light red. It carried the grass and worked full of fighting spirit along the route indicated by Fang Shan.
Wei Sushen raised his head and saw Fang Shan staring at him with wide eyes.
"how?"
He only raised his head for a moment and then returned to his cold look.
Fang Shan shook his head: "Nothing."
I suddenly discovered that the advanced host is obviously more aggressive than the blackened host.
The poisonous insect acted as a pioneer in the mission, while Fang Shan and Wei Sushen wandered around the Palace of the Dead, seemingly enjoying the cool air.
Fang Shan's eyes kept wandering as he circled around the perimeter: "Do you feel that there are fewer people?"
You will never see the beautiful women gathering together to chat in the pavilion again.
Wei Sushen nodded.
Fang Shan smiled and said, "The Palace Master of the Undead Palace is more ruthless than I imagined."
This is clearly a style of "those who obey me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish", but Fang Shan has no right to comment. After all, these people have been protected by the Palace of the Dead. If you want benefits, you must pay a price. This is the tacit truth.
After roughly assessing the current situation of the Undead Palace, Fang Shan turned his head and said, "Let's go back."
Wei Sushen looked towards a place in the distance. Following his gaze, he could see leaves being blown down in front of him. Even from such a distance, he could sense an astonishing aura.
The tip of his ear twitched, and Fang Shan said, "It's the Palace Master of the Undead Palace wielding a whip." Thinking of the long silver-white whip hanging from his waist, he wondered, "How strong are the people from the other three factions?"
Wei Sushen: "Slightly inferior."
Fang Shan glanced at him.
Wei Sushen said slowly: "When our strength is equal, we will not allow the power of the Undead Palace to grow step by step."
The general environment prioritizes women, and as a beneficiary, all we need to do is eliminate exceptions. He paused, a ding sound echoing through his mind. Almost instantly, a fleshy bug emerged from the ground, the forgetfulness grass in its mouth already twisted and crooked.
[System prompt: Obtained Forgetfulness Grass x1. Learned the superior martial art "Heart Like Withered Grass". Current level: Beginner.]
"Heart is Like Dry Grass" is divided into three booklets, namely entry level, minor achievement and major achievement.
Wei Sushen didn't read it immediately, but casually asked Fang Shan, "When there was an internal martial arts technique in the past, you were the one who rushed to learn it."
Fang Shan's expression was unclear: "This name doesn't suit me."
It sounds boring, and the most important thing is that the reward for picking the forget-me-not grass is a bit disappointing.
Wei Sushen said nothing more. After finding a secluded rockery, he began to cross his legs and practice. Fang Shan, guarding him nearby and playing with insects to pass the time, muttered, "I hope that weed will be strong enough to keep us from being deceived for a while longer."
He didn't want to fall out with the Palace Master of the Undead Palace right now.
Shanshan was also one of the witnesses of the system's forced growth, and immediately wanted to say that he was worrying too much, because the vitality of that grass was definitely tenacious enough.
It was not difficult to reach the entry level. When Wei Sushen opened his eyes again, his gaze was deep.
Often, a deep gaze is equivalent to something difficult to describe. Fang Shan coughed lightly and asked, "What new skills did you get?"
Wei Sushen didn't want to talk much: "See for yourself."
After a few seconds, Fang Shan's expression changed slightly, and he said sincerely, "This can be considered a skill."
"Heart Like Withered Grass" is a very interesting martial art. Its founders were a minor sect in the Jianghu, known for their ruthlessness and cruelty. The cultivation methods used are quite unorthodox, mostly designed to seduce others.
"Heart Like Withered Grass" is arguably the most captivating martial art. According to records, at the highest level, staring at an enemy for just three seconds will cause them to feel heartbroken. Wei Sushen is only at the entry level now, so he'd need to look at each other at least a dozen times to achieve this effect.
Fang Shan: "Look at the bright side. This sect disappeared hundreds of years ago, and the martial arts have been lost. The host can use it without worry."
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The swordplay and martial arts competition was officially scheduled for three days later. During this period, Fang Shan was very busy, preaching his theory that true love is not a crime everywhere.
People from other forces had already arrived and checked into the Palace of the Dead in advance. After hearing this, they had only one thought in their minds: the people in the Palace of the Dead are truly evil.
The Palace Master of the Undead Palace had heard of this, and while he wanted to expel him, he feared that would be seen as an attempt to cover up the truth. The result of his silence was that the patrol disciple who had brought Fang Shan with him suffered, and was now required to spend half a day on duty within the Undead Palace. If they saw Fang Shan or the other visiting heroes engaging in any inappropriate behavior, they were to stop him immediately.
The patrolling disciple originally had some resentment in his heart, but after seeing Fang Shan's peerless face, his resentment immediately turned into pity.
This person has offended the palace master, and it is still a question whether he can survive. Such a beauty is probably one you will see less and less of, so cherish her while you can.
The patrolling disciple couldn't help but point out, "The Palace Master specifically sent us on patrol to prevent you from spreading inappropriate remarks."
Inappropriate remarks would be one thing, but many of the people who came this time are young talents. The Palace Master has hinted that the man in front of him is homosexual and might do something extremely cruel.
Fang Shan thanked them with a smile and said he would be more careful with his words and actions. After they left, he stopped smiling within a few seconds and looked at Wei Sushen with an incredulous look: "Can you imagine? They actually set up an anti-pornography team just to stop my hobby!"
Wei Sushen used practical actions to tell him what silence is better than words at this moment.
After the first round of random tasks was completed, no new ones were refreshed, which indirectly encouraged Fang Shan's self-indulgence. When the second round of random tasks appeared, Wei Sushen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
[Optional Task 1: How to relieve worries.]
Optional Task 2: Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils.
Fang Shan suppressed his excitement and said, "Choose the first one."
How to relieve worries? Only Du Kang. Who knows? Maybe God favors this task because it is related to wine. Seeing that Wei Sushen was not convinced at all, he turned to reason: "With my understanding of wine, I will have an advantage from the beginning."
"That's a very good reason." Wei Sushen curled his lips at him and said, "I choose two."
“…”
Under the system's accusing gaze, Wei Sushen slowly uttered four words: "Tiantong Sanhua."
Fang Shan's momentum instantly wilted. Thinking of his drunken atrocities in the past, he couldn't find any point to refute.
[Fire Eyes: Find the spy lurking in the Palace of the Dead and earn the gratitude of the Palace Master.]
Fang Shan stared at Wei Sushen for a long time without making any movement, then waved his hand in front of him: "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Sushen: "Why is there no option?"
Fang Shan said with a forced smile: "Unfortunately, the mission does not offer a choice of three passions."
There are thousands of disciples in the Palace of the Dead, and finding one with evil intentions among them is a huge task.
Fang Shan: "How is the host's practice of 'Heart Like Withered Grass' going?"
Wei Sushen: "One step away from minor success."
Fang Shan: "That's good."
After saying this, he straightened his clothes and started walking towards where there were people.
Wei Sushen actually had a plan in mind, but he still chose to walk side by side with Fang Shan, as if he wanted to see what tricks he could come up with.
After carefully choosing his route, Fang Shan ran into a Necromancer Palace disciple. The latter saw him and frowned, wanting to remind him not to trespass as they were near a forbidden area. However, Fang Shan spoke first, "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself."
After saying that, he didn't even look at the other person again, leaving a disdainful "humph", pulled Wei Sushen and turned away.
Along the way, whenever I met someone, I would leave this sentence, especially the look in my eyes when I said it, as if I could see through everything about the other person.
After feeling thirsty, I went back to drink some tea and prepared to take a short rest before continuing.
Wei Sushen already understood his intention, and the spy was likely to act secretly because he felt guilty.
But on the other hand, this is a blatant attempt to create hatred.
"Everyone has done bad things, and they might accidentally lead to other troubles."
Fang Shan nodded: "It's very likely, so we still need a free thug."
Wei Sushen: "For example?"
Fang Shan pursed his lips and said seriously, "The weather is getting colder. It's time to find something for the Palace Master of the Undead Palace to do."
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