Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1622 - 727: Bright Moon in a Foreign Land (Part 2)

"Even the Mi Family’s Shop, which spans four cities and eight towns, is barely in this position in line. What level of big figures are ahead in the queue? Surely, the master doesn’t need my reminder, right?"

"The vegetable team that plays both black and white, the Zhong Family’s Team of Wanli Avenue, the Four Seasons Pawnshop flaunting the season flag, and even further ahead, the unassuming black carriage gliding past so many big figures... They’re no ordinary lot! None of them are simple, Master!"

Mao Xiahuan, young yet seemingly experienced, talked about the flags of the few families ahead, listing them with ease and growing proud as she spoke, slightly raising her chest, as if uttering these names implied she was on the same level, the same rank as these big figures.

In her intoxication, even the sidelong glance she cast carried a hint of disdain.

Fang Yu looked at her puzzled, his face at a loss.

This one, turns out, has a naturally sociable personality?

I haven’t even asked her that much.

Could it be... waiting in this queue for too long and gotten suffocated?

Clearly inexperienced, look at the other guards accompanying us, all calm, silent spreading around the carriage, yawning yet appearing relaxed, but still more professional in demeanor compared to Mao Xiahuan.

Fearing Mao Xiahuan might speak rashly and affect the reputation, especially Quan Yingnan’s personal reputation, Quan Yingnan quickly intervened.

"Master, don’t listen to her nonsense. Those big merchant teams are ahead of us simply because they arrived early, queued early. Look at the merchant teams queuing behind us, they’re renowned too, yet they wait behind us. Are we more prestigious than these big merchant teams?"

No, apparently not.

Fang Yu stuck his head out, looked back, indeed there were merchant teams with hundreds of people queuing behind their carriage.

Moreover, looking forward, on careful inspection besides the few mentioned by Mao Xiahuan, there are many sporadic, unknown teams interspersed among the queues ahead.

So, it’s not that those big merchant teams are awesome and thus are ahead, but Mao Xiahuan recognizes the big merchant team logos, so the merchant teams ahead seem impressive.

Sorting out the relationships, Fang Yu scowled at Mao Xiahuan.

Unexpectedly, Mao Xiahuan remained defiant, perched on the horse, releasing the reins, crossing her arms and muttering.

"Others just have the skills! What arriving early... If we arrived early, we’d still obediently make way for those big figures!"

Fang Yu speechless.

This one’s seen little, loves the vanity, and lacks respect.

If not for wanting less hassle, being short-handed, casually picking someone, this one wouldn’t even qualify to be part of the team.

But no matter, ability’s here, perform when needed, else I’ll handle her later.

With a wave, Fang Yu ignored their continued chatter, retracting into the carriage.

Upon returning, he found Ding Hui staring at him, smiling.

Fang Yu touched his face, nothing dirty on it.

"What’s up?"

Fang Yu asked quizzically.

"Nothing, just thought..."

Ding Hui leaned closer.

With limited carriage space, leaning closer naturally made it tighter.

"Should we also hoist a flag with ’Diao’ written on it? What does my dear think?"

Fang Yu rolled his eyes.

Writing ’Diao’? Do I also have a Diao Family then?

"Whatever you fancy."

Ding Hui likes to mess around, let her. This minor issue doesn’t concern Fang Yu at all.

"My dear is truly boring to the bone, I wonder who else besides me can tolerate you."

Ding Hui chuckled softly.

It was then Fang Yu suddenly realized, his earlier response was a bit lacking in tact.

But having spoken, he wasn’t sure whether to remedy it.

While pondering such trivial matters, suddenly feeling something amiss, he quickly reached out and grabbed Ding Hui.

The next moment...

Thump!!!

The carriage jolted violently, as if the ground shook intensely.

Though slightly startled, Ding Hui remarkably remained composed.

The two exchanged a glance.

"I’ll go check."

Slam.

Ding Hui grabbed Fang Yu’s hand from behind.

"No need! My husband, this is Sui Chong Pass, a crucial checkpoint of the Da Xia Dynasty, connecting to the dynasty’s central, and extending to the border regions below, one of the core strategic points of the Da Xia Dynasty."

"The defenses here are tight, definitely not something ordinary demons can breach."

"So whatever happens, there’s no need for us to intervene, leave it to the people of Sui Chong Pass, else we attract attention and possibly cause unnecessary trouble."

Ding Hui explained meticulously, while Fang Yu smiled, gently patting her hand.

"Don’t worry, I’m just going to check the situation, won’t intervene."

Can you relax... Whenever you see demons, you rush forward as if seeing money.

Ding Hui’s expression carried a hint of complexity, yet out of trust in Fang Yu, she nodded slightly, releasing his hand.

"Keep an eye on the others too, make sure they don’t stir trouble."

"Understood."

Fang Yu exited the carriage.

Once outside, he noticed not far ahead in a round pit, something was being suppressed.

Above the pit, about a meter high, a person hovered.

"Well, [Nine-layered Rebuilding Demon]! I was just having a moment’s nap, and you come out to disturb my peace!"

In a Daoist robe, with long whiskers, yet with a somewhat sly demeanor, lacking the refined look of a master but rather more roguish.

This appearance, compared to Qingling Taoist of Sunset City, is tens of thousands of miles apart.

Yet oddly, their blood volume was identical.

[Zi Guzhi: 1000/1000.]

"Believer!"

"It’s Daoist Gu Zhi! Daoist Gu Zhi of Three Suns Taoist Temple!"

"So that’s a believer?! Floating amidst blood gas and moving spirits, that’s a believer!"

There was a clamor among those in the long queue below, whispering discussions erupted.

In the wilderness, Martial Artists are common, yet Demon Martial Artists rare.

And akin to Demon Martial Artists, yet more mystical believers, one might not see even one for several years.

Thus Daoist Gu Zhi’s appearance seemed suddenly impactful.

"Master, that’s an expert, an expert among experts! Even our entire team combined won’t be his match."

Quan Yingnan sneaked up to Fang Yu’s side and whispered.

Fang Yu glanced at him, saying nothing.

Fang Yu knew this chap was reminding him with good intentions, only the comment felt somewhat premature.

Upon seeing Fang Yu’s reaction, Quan Yingnan also wisely retreated immediately.

As the leader of the Guard Team, he had already assessed the overall strength of the guard team, now stepping up to indicate the team couldn’t stand against Daoist Gu Zhi above was rather what a competent leader should do, providing necessary information.

But since the paying master seemed indifferent, he didn’t press further.

Quan Yingnan retreated, but Mao Xiahuan came closer instead.

Both hands clasped, she looked longing and excited.

"That’s... that’s the legendary believer! I wonder if the master has disciples, if only he would accept me as one..."

Mao Xiahuan murmured, apparently unaware of Fang Yu’s existence, or rather at this spot, one could better see Daoist Gu Zhi’s demeanor.

The other Guard Team members, though also looking at Daoist Gu Zhi, simply watched without speaking clearly calmer.

Only Mao Xiahuan failed to show restraint.

Fang Yu found it somewhat amusing, previously thinking Mao Xiahuan a bit reckless, now it seems, simply young, admiring strong figures, not a major flaw, with more experience, maturity ought to follow.

As for Daoist Gu Zhi, Fang Yu scanned briefly, then refrained from further viewing.

Because merely from blood volume, he couldn’t discern Daoist Gu Zhi’s depth.

Thus, he had to observe the opponent.

Sight directed towards the pit.

A demon seemingly pressed into a rectangular trap was violently struggling within the pit.