NOVEL NEXT Chapter 227: 227- Royalty Crisis [3]
Fang Yuan carried Lin Zhaoyue to the bed.
When he laid her down, her eyes fluttered open and a teasing smile curved her lips.
"Over so soon?"
He wasn't even surprised.
"You're too heavy to hold up, so I had to lay you down," he said with a straight face.
"Hey!" Lin Zhaoyue puffed her cheeks, indignant.
Fang Yuan chuckled, then asked, "Do you have no other weapon aside from that jade hairpin?"
She pulled the pin free, letting it glint in the light. Her gaze softened as she turned it in her fingers.
"This," she said, "is the only thing that still ties me to the Lin family."
Fang Yuan nodded slightly. "So you use it as a weapon, even though it carries that kind of weight?"
Lin Zhaoyue let out a small laugh. "My late mother gave it to me. She was a fraud, you know. Infamous as a diviner. She once predicted my husband would be the strongest, the most handsome, the most caring, and the most powerful man in the world."
Fang Yuan raised a brow, grinning. "Which part of that turned out wrong?"
"You can't even carry me for long. You got terrified by a tortoise the size of a mountain. Well, at least the 'most handsome' part holds true."
Fang Yuan froze, utterly flabbergasted. She burst out laughing, tears in her eyes.
"That's what you get if you call me fat again."
I never called you fat… Fang Yuan thought helplessly.
Lin Zhaoyue twirled the jade hairpin between her fingers. "Mother claimed this hairpin was indestructible unless I faced someone at the Hollow Spirit Realm. Since then, I've been trying to prove her wrong ever since by using it in every battle."
Fang Yuan shook his head. "What about a whip as a weapon?"
She made a face. "Disgusting."
"Daggers, then?"
"Only if they're Heaven-grade," she said with a mischievous smirk, clearly expecting him to brush it off.
"Done," Fang Yuan replied without hesitation. "I'll get you a pair."
She blinked, caught off guard.
"Just like that? Husband, that's a Heaven-grade weapon you're talking about, not some common Grade Three trinket."
"I know," Fang Yuan answered casually.
In his mind's eye, the system's armory screen opened. A glittering list scrolled before him:
[Yin-Yang Soulfang Daggers]
Grade: Heaven
Price: 134,000 Faith Points
Description: Forged in the heart of the Abyssal Mirror Lake by the reclusive craftsman Daoist Qianshui, these twin daggers are opposites in essence.
One embodies pure Yin, chilling to the marrow, while the other surges with raging Yang fire.
When wielded together, they resonate with their bearer's soul, allowing devastating dual-aspect strikes that tear at both body and spirit.
[Phantom Moon Daggers]
Grade: Heaven
Price: 99,000 Faith Points
Description: Forged under moonlight during an eclipse by the artisan Lady Yuehua, these daggers are veiled in illusory light.
They phase between substance and shadow, making them difficult to block.
Strikes delivered with the Phantom Moons can distort the enemy's senses, leaving them vulnerable to follow-up attacks.
[Twin Lotus Blades]
Grade: Heaven
Price: 85,000 Faith Points
Description: Said to have been tempered within the blooming heart of the Lotus of Rebirth, these daggers were forged by the monk-smith Master Zhenyi.
Their edges remain perpetually clean, no matter the blood spilled.
When crossed together, the blades release a wave of purifying Qi that can dispel illusions and poison alike.
[Blazing Fang Daggers]
Grade: Heaven
Price: 72,000 Faith Points
Description: These daggers were forged from molten core-iron of the Volcanic Maw by the craftsman Ironhand Zhou.
Each slash leaves burning trails of flame, and when paired, they can conjure a scorching whirlwind that incinerates foes in close range.
He currently held 65,000 Faith Points.
With Lin Zhaoyue alone pouring in ten thousand a day, Du Juan's steady thousand, and the clan's own eight thousand, tomorrow's tally would surge by 19,000—bringing his reserves to 84,000 Faith Points.
More than enough to claim the Blazing Fang Daggers, and very close to reaching the price of the Twin Lotus Blades.
Closing the screen, he looked back at her and spoke with calm certainty.
"I want you to carve a path through their army with the daggers I give you tomorrow. Can I trust you with that?"
Lin Zhaoyue's eyes lit up.
She clapped her hands together and giggled, brimming with excitement.
"Yes!"
The prospect of wielding a Heaven-grade weapon was far too tempting to resist.
"Take a quick nap for now," Fang Yuan murmured as he brushed a strand of hair from Lin Zhaoyue's face.
"I have something I wish to do."
She didn't press him. Her eyes were already half-lidded, her voice soft.
"Be careful out there…" she whispered, before drifting into sleep.
Fang Yuan slipped out of the chamber in silence.
Outside, the night stretched wide and clear. The moon hung high, pale light spilling over the rooftops and mountain ridges.
He stood there, gazing up, his thoughts heavy.
Brother Xiao… where are you right now?
He knew Xiao Pei and Du Juan were somewhere in the southern region.
But why they were there, or when they would return, he had no answer.
The thought of the Crown Prince's hand falling on them gnawed at him.
By Heaven, if that brat ever got hold of Xiao Pei… Fang Yuan clenched his fists. He wouldn't let that happen. No, he couldn't!
A sudden voice broke the quiet.
"Master!"
A streak of light wobbled through the sky, Fang Lian, swaying atop a flying sword, just as he'd taught her… more or less.
Seeing her teetering wildly, Fang Yuan called out dryly, "Don't crash."
Crash!
She plummeted straight into a boulder behind him, sending chips of stone scattering.
Fang Yuan couldn't help as a deep laugh escaped him.
Groaning, Fang Lian pushed herself upright, dust clinging to her robes.
"At least help me up before laughing at me, Master!" she huffed, pouting in mock anger.
Still chuckling, Fang Yuan reached over to dust her shoulder.
She sheathed her sword with a sigh, then flopped down beside him, her cheeks puffed out but her eyes bright.