Chapter Sixty-six: Ye Qing Seeks Help

Ye Qing: "Fang Tang, I've been captured, please save me!"

Fang Tang: "Tell me exactly what happened. What's going on?"

Ye Qing: "I was exploring the cave when I ran into two men. They locked me up and tried to assault me... Please, you have to save me!"

Fang Tang's brows furrowed, his expression grave.

Ye Qing was a woman who understood the situation; to put it plainly, she knew how to conduct herself. She never used her scandalous affair with Fang Tang as leverage to force his hand. Even when she left, though there was a trace of resentment, she departed decisively.

All things considered, she was a decent woman.

Now, she sought his help, and both emotionally and logically, he felt obliged to lend a hand.

Just as he was about to type, golden captions unfurled.

"My beloved wavy hair, how are you so unlucky? Tang Tang, my heart... it's shattered.

He was a psychological counselor, but his conduct was riddled with misdeeds—utterly lacking in professional ethics. After the arrival of the Twisted Rule, his manipulation of minds grew stronger; with mere words, he could drive an ordinary person mad. A terrifying ability, indeed.

If the wavy-haired girl were nearby, it would be fine, but unfortunately, she's too far away and we don't know the route. Helpless, alas!"

"...Ye Qing is under the control of a Fallen One?"

Fang Tang's heart tightened as he glanced down at the newspaper.

"What does the Fallen One want by making her call for help? Is it just for amusement?"

The Eye gave no answer. Fang Tang decided to probe the Fallen One's intentions.

Fang Tang: "How do you want me to save you?"

Ye Qing: "I drew a map myself. Using the cave where we split as the origin, I'm right here. Can you come find me?"

Ye Qing sent over a picture—a map drawn in blood on her shirt.

Fang Tang raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "I'm too far away. It'll take a long time to reach you. Is there no other way I can help?"

Ye Qing: "They're two men, both armed. Even if you give me weapons, I can't handle them. Can you come save me? I can still keep you company."

Fang Tang: "..."

"Tsk, this Fallen One knows quite a bit. Seems Ye Qing is too deeply bewitched to rescue herself."

Fang Tang felt a headache brewing. Whether to save her or not was a dilemma.

He studied the route map. If his own map wasn't mistaken, there were twelve caves separating them.

Still within the range of his remaining pickaxe uses.

He could try a rescue!

"Eye, do you still want to see the wavy-haired girl?"

"If you've decided, just go. That's why you're my good brother—when something big happens, you think of me first. Eye loves you, heart gesture, kiss~!

I've already drawn the route for you; follow it as you see fit."

"...This old pervert probably drew the route as soon as he saw the map. Damn, that's excessive!"

After hastily finishing his meal and packing up, Fang Tang followed the route given by Eye, drilling a hole downward.

A bronze chest appeared—no need to say more, its contents held little appeal for Fang Tang now.

He moved left, passing through black mist to enter Cave 107.

Inside, there were two demon hands.

Frankly, if Fang Tang weren't as powerful as he was now—able to roam the caves unrestrained—Eye wouldn't have agreed to rescue Ye Qing.

He wouldn't have drawn the map either, and might even have sent Fang Tang farther away on purpose.

After all, if Fang Tang died, Eye would perish as well.

Fang Tang knew the strength of demon hands.

Previously, armed only with the Explosive Bow, he struggled against them.

But now, equipped with epic gear and wielding the Frost Rifle, he was unrivaled.

Even the Summer Dragon Sparrow would be outshone before the Frost Rifle.

With a single shot, everything froze into blocks of ice—so solid even the beads couldn't be extracted.

Fortunately, wealth now made him indifferent to such losses.

Fang Tang swept through the caves, conquering seven in succession, taking only half an hour—a personal speedrun record.

Cave 114.

Here, a Fallen One awaited.

"A newly born Fallen One. Let us mourn for our kin.

He suffered from claustrophobia, trapped in the cave world for too long. His anxiety had reached its peak. During his exploration, he entered this cave shrouded by the Twisted Rule.

The rule detonated his suppressed emotions, engulfed him in despair, and in his terror, he became a Fallen One.

First-tier Fallen One, rare mutation: Solitary Cell."

Looking at the huddled figure in the corner, Fang Tang felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Maybe next time you'll avoid the Twisted Rule."

The Summer Dragon Sparrow sliced across the Fallen One's throat, sparing him any pain.

He dug a pit with his shovel, erected a wooden tombstone, and granted him a complete ending.

At least this unlucky soul had someone to bury him. Many others didn't even get that.

Putting away the shovel, Fang Tang pressed on.

Three more caves, and he'd reach Ye Qing.

"I'm almost there. Stay where you are."

He sent Ye Qing a message and entered Cave 116.

Here, the sixth certainty was triggered.

Fang Tang acquired a golden chest.

Under the effect of Tranquility, the chest's glow was subdued.

It seemed... ordinary.

He replenished his supplies with some food and gazed at the wall of Cave 117.

That was where Ye Qing was.

"Evil laughter... I've become a villain. After a long journey, we've finally found this wretched person. No doubt, he's the most formidable Fallen One we've encountered yet.

As I said before, he was an unethical psychological counselor. Before his fall, he liked to play with women. After becoming a Fallen One, he lost a certain function—now he's emasculated, though stronger.

The Twisted Rule made his words even more alluring, striking deep into the soul and turning people into his slaves. Fortunately, we've come early; the wavy-haired girl can still be saved. If we'd been any later, Eye would have been heartbroken again...

Third-tier Fallen One, mutated abilities: Voice of Temptation, Gentleman's Gaze. Rare mutation: Soul Hypnosis."

"Third-tier?"

Fang Tang was startled, then raised his pickaxe.

So what if he's third-tier?

As long as he isn't fourth-tier, the Frost Rifle can freeze him in one shot.

Do you want to be turned into a popsicle?

Ten swings, and a tunnel opened!

Fang Tang passed through the black mist and saw three people kneeling on the ground. In front of them stood a gentle, refined gentleman, his face radiant with a warm smile.

"That's right, my dear. Let them come here. Only when they come will you become my most precious treasure."

"Oh, darling, you shouldn't say that. Saying so gives them an excuse to refuse. You should say it this way..."

"Ha, my angel, has your rescuer arrived? I'm so eager to meet him."