406: I am your father

The frontline.

Because the demon army had retreated, the frontline had gained a rare moment of brief peace.

The army was camped on a plain, with teams appearing from time to time to patrol.

At this moment, several people were gathered inside a tent, discussing something.

"Hahaha! Satisfying, truly satisfying! Those beasts are finally scared!"

"This battle was truly a relief!"

"I believe this is still thanks to the kid from the Fang family. If he hadn't appeared to turn the tide, I'm afraid the Dragon Kingdom would have fallen this time."

"That kid, we haven't seen him in a long time. I didn't expect him to have grown to this level."

"..."

A crowd of people was discussing animatedly, smiles on their faces.

One of them, however, wore a look of pride: "That kid is indeed my son; he's never let me down."

This person was none other than Fang Bai's old man, Fang Tiandao.

In truth, he hadn't expected his son to be so successful—breaking through to the Ninth Order, killing a Demon God, slaughtering the demon army, and saving the Dragon Kingdom from fire and water... This series of actions was truly shocking.

Fang Bai's deeds had also spread to the frontline; everyone knew that the Dragon Kingdom had produced a Fang Bai.

Everyone knew that Fang Bai was Fang Tiandao's son!

"This little guy, back then I thought he had died young. I didn't expect him to be holding back just to give us such a big surprise!"

The big man beside Fang Tiandao grinned.

He was Fang Tiandao's good friend, Da Qing.

However, one of this big man's arms was missing.

He had lost it during a clash with the Demon Race, severed by a Demon King, though the opponent had also paid a heavy price.

But after losing an arm, Da Qing's martial path was blocked, and it would likely be difficult for him to take another step forward.

At this time, a general looked at Fang Tiandao and teased with a smile: "Old Fang, why hasn't your son come to see you for so long? He hasn't started his own branch of the family tree, has he?"

Hearing this, Fang Tiandao's face darkened: "You damn Gu Kou, if you don't know how to talk, then shut your mouth!"

If his son dared to fly solo, he would definitely make him taste the Seven Wolves belt.

Gu Kou said with a beaming smile: "Oh my, as a father, you've been left far behind by your son. It seems your son's talent has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Fang Tiandao: "..."

Another Middle-aged Man spoke up then: "Alright, enough idle chatter. Let's talk about business."

The others also put away their smiles upon hearing this.

That Middle-aged Man was named Zhang Xiaofeng, the commander-in-chief of the defense line, possessing a cultivation of the Eighth Order Late Stage.

Zhang Xiaofeng said: "I presume you all know the current situation. Although the Demon Race has retreated, they have also sent us a challenge. In one month, we will decide life and death."

As he spoke, his expression became extremely serious: "This time, we are truly going to have to risk our lives."

Everyone nodded one after another.

Da Qing snorted coldly: "If we have to risk our lives, then so be it! It's as if our human race is afraid of them! It's just as well; we can eradicate this scourge early and return a pure land to the human race!"

Fang Tiandao said leisurely: "Since the battle is set, there's no need for everyone to worry about this and that. Just do it. At worst, it's just death."

"Old Fang is right. We have no way to retreat; there is only killing."

The crowd echoed their agreement.

Zhang Xiaofeng nodded slightly: "That is indeed the logic. Additionally, I suggest the entire army enter a state of war preparedness. Open up all resources to let the soldiers' strength increase. Compared to the Demon Race, we do not have the advantage in numbers, so we can only improve individual combat strength!"

Fang Tiandao stated his position: "I agree. All those captured resources that should be used should be used. For us, this might be the last time we cultivate."

Everyone nodded.

Now that it had reached this situation, the human race was also unprecedentedly united.

These decisions were passed almost as soon as they were proposed.

"It's just that while it's easy to improve the army's strength, there is another problem. After several battles, the number of wounded in our army accounts for a large proportion. Although we have resources to improve strength, we have very few medicinal materials for healing. For the wounded, this is not a good sign."

Hearing this, everyone fell into deep thought.

Fang Tiandao also frowned, feeling somewhat helpless, as this was indeed a major weakness.

Healing items were very precious in this Dharma-ending Age. They were before, and they still are now.

Because the human race had far too many wounded!

"I have healing medicine."

Just then, a young voice suddenly rang out.

As this voice sounded, everyone was stunned.

Fang Tiandao was the first to react, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Hahaha! You kid are finally here!"

Da Qing suddenly let out a loud laugh.

The tent flap was pulled open, and a youth walked in slowly.

Fang Bai!

Seeing Fang Bai, many people were somewhat surprised. They had heard of Fang Bai but had never seen him, so they were momentarily confused.

While some people glanced back and forth between Fang Tiandao and Fang Bai, a look of realization soon dawned on them.

Before they could voice their confusion, Fang Tiandao flashed in front of Fang Bai. He patted Fang Bai's shoulder and laughed loudly: "My son, why are you here?"

Everyone: "..."

Fang Bai: "..."

Fang Bai said expressionlessly: "I am now Ninth Order."

Fang Tiandao blinked: "I am your father."

Fang Bai: "I am the youngest Ninth Order in the history of the Dragon Kingdom, capable of killing a Demon God with a wave of my hand!"

"I am your father."

"..."

Fang Bai sighed somewhat helplessly.

Fine, reversing the natural order was something he really couldn't bring himself to do; after all, his old man was quite good to him.

Fang Tiandao sized him up, then nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, very good. You have my style from back in the day."

Everyone: "..."

Your skin is truly thick!

Da Qing also walked over and said with a smile: "Young Fang, I hope you've been well."

Fang Bai nodded with a smile, then his gaze fell on Da Qing's empty sleeve, his brow furrowing: "Da Qing, your arm..."

Da Qing grinned: "It's nothing, just a flesh wound."

Fang Bai: "..."

He scanned the crowd again, then asked his father: "Dad, where's Mom?"

Fang Tiandao smiled: "Don't worry, she's fine. She should be taking care of the wounded right now."

Hearing this, Fang Bai then nodded.

"Se... Senior Fang."

Zhang Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment before speaking.

It was still a bit awkward for him to use this title; after all, in terms of age, he was decades older than Fang Bai. Calling him 'Senior' was indeed strange.

However, in the martial path, the strong are respected regardless of age.

Fang Bai smiled: "Calling me Senior makes me sound old. You should just call me White Emperor."

Everyone: ... Everyone gave an awkward smile, somewhat at a loss.

Fang Tiandao slapped the back of his head and said: "Cut the nonsense and talk business. You said just now that you can solve the problem of the wounded?"

Fang Bai nodded: "It's a piece of cake."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and hundreds of porcelain bottles suddenly appeared on the ground!