After hearing everything, Fang Che finally understood.
He just felt speechless. The matter wasn't so complicated, it was just two families cunningly plotting against each other.
But to say it was uncomplicated would also be untrue, as it was filled with twists and turns.
"Your Su Family's arrangements are really... colorful. Advancing with precision, retreating with backup plans, impressive."
Fang Che exclaimed with admiration, "If you hadn't encountered me, you really might have succeeded. Ah, what a pity."
Then he asked about something he was interested in, "That envoy from the Yixin Sect, the one using the Five Spirits Gu, what's his name? What does he look like? What's his cultivation?"
"Oh, Sun Yuan? Above the level of a Great Grandmaster? Wearing a white robe? Gaunt? Pointy face? A mole on his upper lip? Tsk, this guy's disguise is not bad at all, to be able to walk around so openly on the continent."
Fang Che snorted.
He knew very well that the Yixin Sect, being a subsidiary of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, must also be engaged in unsavory activities.
And this Sun Yuan, being able to walk around openly on the continent, 'Sun Yuan' must be a very well-hidden false identity, even one with a public positive image.
Now, this matter, just got interesting.
"Brother Su."
Fang Che sighed, feeling somewhat regretful, "We should say goodbye now."
"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me..."
Su Yue begged desperately, with tears streaming down his face.
"Brother Su, rest in peace. Don't worry about your Su Family's properties; as your best brother, I will take good care of everything."
Fang Che plunged a dagger into Su Yue's chest, stirring it inside his heart a couple of times while saying earnestly, "As a man, you must learn to let go. You are born to die, what difference does it make if it's sooner or later? You should think it through."
Su Yue's eyes bulged with rage, staring at Fang Che, foam and blood bubbling from his mouth, struggling, "Even as a ghost, I won't..."
He didn't finish before he breathed his last.
"Becoming a ghost..."
Fang Che sighed, "Why do you think so beautifully... Where do you get the chance to become a ghost?"
A milky white shadow circled in the air.
It was the Spirit Soul of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
It consumed the soul energy particles of every Su Family member, one by one.
Letting out a satisfied belch.
Such near dissipating soul energy, though unseizable for humans, was a great nourishment for peculiar spiritual bodies like the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.
"Is it all clean now?" asked Fang Che, "Are you sure none of the 124 are still alive? This is very important."
The Golden Horned Flood Dragon nodded obsequiously.
Its body still trembling.
This great demon before it was someone who could have snapped its neck at its peak!
Seeing him today was still just as terrifying.
Over a hundred people had died noiselessly; it was horrifying!
"Check again. Especially this Su Yue's soul, it must completely disappear; after all, he still has to be my brother for life."
Fang Che instructed.
Then he started gathering the spoils of war, golden bills and silver notes, naturally setting those aside, and storing the Demon Beast Spirit Cores separately, the weapons... he found a spot to bury them.
Such objects were ominous.
Stuff that could prove identities, all buried.
Then he dealt with the bodies a bit.
"Damn, this is tiring."
Fang Che filled in the last shovel of dirt and stamped on it with his foot.
Then he jumped on the grave a few times.
"Talking about it, you all were really proud enough to make me personally bury you. I have to say this treatment is top-notch! Lucky you, if I die one day, let alone you burying me, I bet you wouldn't even send a wreath, thinking about it really sucks. It's all about give and take, you Su Family really doesn't understand the ways of the world..."
"And again, your whole family being together, that's a kind of happiness too."
"Come, let's see what great treasures the Thousand Poison Demon King left behind!"
With the help of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon, the mole, Fang Che checked the entire treasure cave of the Thousand Poison Demon Monarch.
"There are really a lot of treasures!"
Cultivation Spirit Crystals, a pile; various Secret Manuals, a pile; various Heavenly Treasures and exotic metals, a pile.
"Unfortunately, aside from the low-level Spirit Crystals, I can't use much of my cultivation now."
Fang Che gave a wry smile.
Actually, even using the low-level Spirit Crystals was somewhat ambitious.
But there were still surprises.
Inside the Thousand Poison Demon King's cave, Fang Che found a pool of spiritual spring.
Although the spiritual spring wasn't high class, it was still usable for now, and the biggest surprise was that within the spring there was a Tianmai Red Fruit.
The Red Fruit had matured, presenting a purplish-red color.
And it was somewhat overripe, showing some veins.
"At least a thousand years old, this is what I can really use now, for Wash Marrow and improving constitution!"
The Tianmai Red Fruit was precisely for laying the foundation and improving one's constitution.
It seemed it was prepared by the Thousand Poison Demon King for his descendants or successor.
"Killing you last time was absolutely the right move, Thousand Poison. Otherwise, how would this ever get to me."
Fang Che remarked.
He plucked three fruits.
The Tianmai Red Fruit, one could improve one's constitution, but that was under the condition of a powerful cultivator aiding the cultivation process.
But currently without such aid, Fang Che directly consumed the maximum limit: three fruits!
After three, consuming more would be pointless.
There were six more fruits left on the Red Fruit tree.
Practicing the Infinite Scripture, eat.
After swallowing one, his whole body itched, beginning to excrete impurities.
After consuming two, the secretion was like paste.
After eating three, he rubbed and shaped it into strips, mighty and formed; thick as a finger, seven inches long.