All Heavens: Start with the Heaven-Covering Sacrifice

Chapter 195 Fang Qingxue's arrival, the doubts of the Immortal King of Creation

"Since Fellow Daoist He Lang has explained it this way, Qingwei will just wait patiently for tomorrow." Fang Qingwei said in a tender voice.

Compared with her rudeness towards the servants and her previous indifference, Fang Qingwei's eyes now showed a serious look.

"Qingwei, the sun is about to come out. I'm going to go back and take a nap first! You don't mind, do you?"

His words directly shattered the sense of mystery that everyone in the Fang family had about him!

"Fellow Daoist He Lang, please go on your own." Fang Qingwei looked at He Lang speechlessly.

In the main hall of the Fang family, Fang Qingwei was telling her father Fang Zeshan everything that He Lang had said with a serious face.

"If he can really predict the future, then what your sister said is not impossible." Fang Zeshan looked out the window and seemed to see He Lang who was taking a nap, and said calmly.

Hearing his words, Fang Qingwei nodded with a complicated expression.

After He Lang came to the Fang family, they sent someone to the Yuhua Sect to deliver the message, and got a result that left them speechless. He Lang had pursued Fang Qingxue in the Yuhua Sect and wanted to be her Taoist partner.

Knowing that He Lang actually ran to the Fang family, Fang Qingxue remained silent and just asked the family to send He Lang away quickly. Unexpectedly, He Lang said such a thing before they took any action.

Did he really deduce something?
He Lang did not sleep in the room, but lay on the bed and boasted to his selves in other worlds to understand the situation. When he knew that there were two of his selves standing at the pinnacle of the worlds, the Eternal He Lang was secretly surprised.

After thoroughly understanding the chat group, He Lang finally felt relieved. All this was not fake!

He Lang slept until noon, and the servants of the Fang family brought good wine and meat to wake him up. After lunch, Fang Qingwei came with a group of people to ask him about the secrets of heaven. However, after He Lang talked about it for a few words, Fang Qingwei felt dizzy and quickly stopped the topic.

"I'm going hunting. Would Brother He Lang like to join me?" Fang Qingwei made an invitation.

"Okay!" He Lang agreed happily.

They played until dusk, then they entered the city from the suburbs and returned to the Fang Mansion.

Slowly night falls and a bright moon shines in the sky.

"Knock knock knock! Fellow Daoist He Lang, open the door quickly!" Fang Qingwei knocked on He Lang's door.

"Let's go!" He Lang put down his horse and walked in front, and Fang Qingwei followed He Lang and walked beside him.

Behind them, the servants of the Fang family followed the two of them, carrying wooden barrels and fishing rods.

"Fellow Daoist He Lang, is the opportunity you mentioned reliable? It's late at night, I will be angry if there is no opportunity!" Fang Qingwei asked in a delicate voice, waving her delicate fist.

"Don't worry! It's covered!" He Lang waved his hand and said calmly.

The two men brought their servants to a sandy beach downstream of the Longyuan River. He Lang hung the bait on the fishhook, threw the fishing rod into the Longyuan River, and started night fishing.

As accomplished warriors, night is no different from day to them.

"Are we just waiting here?" Fang Qingwei originally thought that there was some secret place in the Dragon Palace, but she didn't expect He Lang to just sit there without any other movement, so she couldn't help but ask.

"The way of heaven is to win without fighting! We are waiting here for the opportunity to come to us naturally, don't be anxious."

Seeing He Lang's charlatan look, Fang Qingwei couldn't help but curl her lips. This guy really has a bit of charlatan style!
However, Fang Qingwei was indeed very curious about this method of predicting fate, otherwise she would not have followed He Lang to such a place in the middle of the night.

"The opportunity has come!" He Lang felt that the fishhook had hooked something and immediately spoke.

Fang Qingwei looked around in the night sky, but she didn't see the opportunity He Lang mentioned. She couldn't help but ask, "Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

"Of course it's in the water!" He Lang said as he reeled in the fishing line. Fang Qingwei could then see clearly that a figure was vaguely visible being pulled over in the water.

A dead body? What kind of chance is this!
Fang Qingwei pouted her lips immediately, feeling unlucky.

"You pull it up." Fang Qingwei said to the servants behind her.

Several servants immediately stepped forward and dragged the body up from the shore. When Fang Qingwei saw that the body was wearing a dark golden robe, she realized that it was not simple. Only people of noble status could wear such gorgeous clothes.

The corpse seemed to have died not long ago, and there were long charred wounds on the body, as if it had been struck by lightning.

Fang Qingwei seemed to realize something and immediately ordered her servants to search the body. Sure enough, they found an ancient painting with the shadow of a dragon and a gold and iron box with a golden lock on the body.

"It's really a good treasure. I didn't expect Brother He Lang to be so good at fortune-telling!" Fang Qingwei asked someone to open the box. When she saw the golden elixir with nine orifices and autonomous breathing inside, she exclaimed.

The way she looked at He Lang changed completely!

"Brother He Lang, this..."

Fang Qingwei was a little embarrassed and hesitant, which made He Lang speechless. This guy had never been so feminine before.

"I've given them all to you. I told you these are useless to me." He Lang asked Fang Qingwei to put them away.

Such a valuable thing was given to her? Fang Qingwei was in a trance when she heard this, and felt like she was in a dream.

Her impression of He Lang changed from an interesting person to a mysterious person. Inexplicably, she thought of the stories He Lang told her, and she suddenly felt that what He Lang said might be true!

"What should we do with this dead body? Throw it back into the river? Or bury it directly?" Fang Qingwei looked at Bai Haichan's body and asked He Lang. "Since he's already dead, just dig a hole and bury him!" He Lang looked at Bai Haichan's body, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly.

After hearing what He Lang said, Fang Qingwei signaled the servants of the Fang family to dig a pit and bury the body.

She didn't know that when He Lang said "die", a force of destiny rushed towards Bai Haichan who was lying on the ground, and directly killed his remaining consciousness.

"Who are you, fellow Taoist? How dare you ruin my plan?!" Sensing the attack of the power of destiny, Bai Haichan's consciousness hiding in his body let out an angry roar, which reached He Lang's ears.

Then he used the secret art of creation to try to avoid He Lang's curse.

"Destined? This is the power of fate. Who are you?" Sensing the power of fate, the Immortal King of Creation asked coldly.

"I am just an ordinary cultivator, don't worry about me, fellow Taoist."

"I sense the aura of Yuhua Sect on you. So you are a disciple of Yuhua Sect. I will remember you!" Bai Haichan left these words at the last moment before disappearing.

He Lang didn't take his words to heart.

Even the Immortal King of Creation did not understand what destiny meant. Today he died under the spell of curse, and the fruit of fate had already been borne.

After doing all this, they rode back on horseback. He Lang was not worried that he would not be able to rise after intercepting Fang Han's opportunity. After all, even if Bai Haichan was gone, there were still Li Haichan and Zhang Haichan!

The Immortal King of Creation will not give up on his relationship with Fang Han and will use this opportunity to take away everything from Fang Han in the future. This is probably not the first time such a thing has happened.

"Isn't this my servant who raises horses? Why is he hanging around outside?"

On the way back, Fang Qingwei saw a somewhat familiar figure and immediately became angry.

How could the dog slave be so leisurely?
"Gee!" Fang Qingwei pulled out the whip, whipped her mount Qianlixue on the butt, and rushed towards Fang Han.

"You little slave! Why don't you stay in the mansion? Are you trying to escape?"

"Snapped!"

The horsewhip hit Fang Han's body, which startled Fang Han, who was trying to find a place to practice. He didn't care about the pain in his body, and knelt on the ground, cursing his bad luck.

He didn't expect to meet the second young lady when he came out so early. It was really unlucky!
"Second Miss, I'm not planning to run away. I just wanted to come out and train myself." Fang Han said hurriedly after being whipped a few more times.

"Qingwei, your sister is still waiting for you, don't miss the important thing." Seeing her like this, He Lang couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, and at the same time mourned for Fang Han. He didn't expect that this guy was so unlucky. He had to get the whip!
When he saw Fang Han, he knew that this guy wanted to practice the Songhe Yanshou Fist that he had memorized.

Fang Qingwei now believed He Lang's words without a doubt, and stopped whipping him upon hearing them.

"Take him with you!"

Several servants carried Fang Han on the horses' backs and rode away into the distance.

After returning to the Fang Mansion, Fang Qingwei was stopped by a servant before she even got off the horse.

"Second Miss, the eldest lady is back. The master is asking us to look for you!" said the servant respectfully.

"My sister is really back?!" Fang Qingwei was even more surprised. She dismounted and walked into the mansion.

When she saw Fang Qingxue, whose face was as flawless as white jade and whose appearance was like an immortal, Fang Qingwei could not help but rush over and hug Fang Qingxue.

"Sister, why are you back?" Fang Qingwei asked in surprise.

"My cultivation has broken through the realm of supernatural powers and I have become a true disciple. Elder Tian Xing allowed me to bring a few people to become outer disciples, so I plan to come back and bring a few people."

It’s exactly the same!
Fang Qingwei was even more shocked.

"Qingxue, congratulations on becoming a true disciple." He Lang then walked in and saw Fang Qingxue.

"He Lang, I heard that you have made a breakthrough in your way of heaven's secrets?" Fang Qingxue looked at He Lang, nodded slightly, and then said.

There was a hint of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

When He Lang was in the sect, the way of heavenly secrets he practiced was full of traps! At the beginning, there were disciples who tried to let him deduce one or two, but after many people were deceived, no one believed his calculations anymore.

If the sect did not forbid disciples from killing at will, Fang Qingxue felt that He Lang would not even be alive today!

After all, no one knows which generation of predecessors of the Yuhua Sect created the martial arts he chose. It is completely incomparable to the Yuhua Ascension Sutra, and few people choose this martial arts.

After a conversation, Fang Qingwei took out the Nine-Aperture Golden Pill and the Jiao Fu Huangquan Map that she and He Lang obtained after going out.

"Nine-Aperture Golden Pill and Yellow Spring Map!" Fang Zeshan and Fang Qingxue were surprised. They didn't expect that these two treasures would be in Fang Qingwei's hands.

After asking about what happened, the two looked at He Lang differently.

Especially Fang Qingxue, she didn't expect that He Lang seemed to have really understood the real thing.

(End of this chapter)