Monarch Night
Chapter 117 - 75 Dongyun Yu [Additional - for Alliance Hierarch Wei Yangguang Wa]

Chapter 117: Chapter 75 Dongyun Yu [Additional Chapter for Alliance Hierarch Wei Yangguang Wa]

As he descended the steps, Mo Gan Yun’s head bobbed up and down as he bounced.

Thud, thud, thud... thud, thud...

"Hey, hey, hey... thud, thud, hey, hey..." Mo Gan Yun desperately tried to speak, but each attempt was interrupted by the continuous descent.

"How do you feel about the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room?"

Bing Shangxue asked.

"Great place!"

As Fang Che moved along, his strength gradually recovered, the blood circulation throughout his body improved, and Spiritual Power began to flow from his Dantian, making him grow increasingly radiant.

"Thud, thud, I... thud, thud, I... thud, thud... I, that thud, thud... Instructor, thud, thud... thud, thud practice..."

Mo Gan Yun’s stifled, intermittent voice came from behind.

Fang Che ignored it and said, "Instructor, this Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room must be unique to our Baiyun Martial Academy, right?"

Bing Shangxue replied indifferently, "It seems you have heard some things. Yes, only our Baiyun Martial Academy has it, and it’s a prototype. It’s easily responsible for causing Divine Soul damage to students. Initially, all Four Martial Arts Academies were equipped with them, but the other three later dismantled theirs. Baiyun Martial Academy, under the management of Lord Meng Chuxing at the time, didn’t agree with the dismantlement. So ever since then, only ours is left; you won’t find another elsewhere."

"Over the years of use, almost a hundred students each year suffer Divine Soul damage and impairment of their origins. But compared to those who benefit from it, this number is not considered large."

"Lord Meng’s view is: we’re a Martial Arts Academy, after all. Those who can’t withstand the pressure are better eliminated early, saving them from losing their lives on the battlefield."

"Lord Meng is rather iron-fisted."

Fang Che nodded.

Although he still felt the reasons didn’t entirely hold up.

But regarding the inside story, he really didn’t know anything, nor did he understand why the other academies had destroyed theirs.

As someone who had managed to endure and gained significant benefits, he just felt it was a pity to dismantle it.

"I want... thud, thud... to stand up."

Mo Gan Yun wailed.

Finally, after descending the last step, he could complete his sentences, and his breath had also recovered somewhat.

Bing Shangxue tossed the rope aside and said, "Not bad."

Mo Gan Yun lay on the ground, a trickle of faint red blood slowly seeping from his nostrils and other facial orifices.

Bing Shangxue sighed with relief upon seeing the blood and began to scold, "Differing aptitudes among people. Fang Che can withstand it because his Divine Soul is strong enough. But on your first time, you insisted on enduring two hours? Can your body handle it?"

"Injuries to your meridians, especially brain trauma -- do you think excessive cerebral pressure is a trivial matter?"

Bing Shangxue sternly rebuked, "Others can start with half an hour and gradually get used to it. Why can’t you?"

"Do you know that just enduring those first few moments in there already qualifies you as a genius?"

"Don’t overestimate yourself!"

After a round of reprimand, Bing Shangxue saw Mo Gan Yun, a big fellow, drooping his head like a dejected elephant and softened a bit.

He said, "I know you want to catch up to Fang Che, but you can try one hour at a time. Take a break, then go back in for another hour; rest a bit and go back in. Isn’t it all the same amount of time?"

"Yes, thank you for your guidance, Instructor."

Mo Gan Yun became compliant.

Fang Che praised, "The endurance of Elder Hong is quite impressive."

Hearing this name again, Mo Gan Yun was extremely aggrieved.

With a pitiful, extreme look, he glared at Fang Che and roared, "Don’t call me Elder Hong!"

"Alright, Elder Hong!"

Fang Che said, "I think this headband of yours, you could wear it for a while. At the very least, it’s quite stylish, isn’t it?"

Now revived in spirit, Mo Gan Yun angrily declared, "I will go back and make several similar red headbands! I refuse to believe I can’t surpass you!"

"Good luck!"

Fang Che made an encouraging gesture and said, "I have great faith in you!"

Mo Gan Yun decided he was done talking.

At lunchtime, Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun went to eat together, deliberately a bit late.

They saw Ding Jie Ran already seated in a corner, halfway through his meal.

In another corner, Wei Zihao was almost done eating, with astonishing speed.

Fang Che caught sight of him instantly.

Fang Che had been brooding over the changes in Wei Zihao’s facial color, feeling consistently that he might have overlooked something.

It was definitely not a normal change in complexion.

If it were just sun tanning, it wouldn’t look this sinister.

So, he waved enthusiastically and called, "Brother Wei, eating so quickly. What’s the delicious treat? Let me see."

Wei Zihao’s face was spreading with darkness, appearing even more sinister than before.

Yet upon hearing Fang Che’s voice, a genuine look of fear emerged as he hastily said, "Already finished, finished. No need to bother."

Fang Che approached with a smile, "Finished or not, we could still take a look, right?"

"It’s all eaten, you can’t see it now," Wei Zihao said, eyes darting around as he picked up his lunchbox, ready to leave.

"Don’t go!"

Fang Che stretched out a hand to stop him, "If you’ve eaten it, we can’t see it? Just vomit it back up, and we’ll be able to!"

With these words, a sudden silence fell over the cafeteria.

Ding Jie Ran looked up at Fang Che, a contemplative look in his eyes.

Then he lowered his head and stopped minding other people’s business.

To Ding Jie Ran’s mind, it was a simple matter.

Since Fang Che was dealing with Wei Zihao, Wei Zihao must have done something wrong.

It was said that Wei Zihao had even sent people to ambush Fang Che.

That certainly meant he got what he deserved.

Everyone turned their heads to look this way.

Some didn’t understand why Fang Che would act like this.

He was being too excessive.

What huge grudge did he have, to bully someone from morning till night?

He even demanded what had been eaten to be spit out, which was just... malicious to a certain extent.

Some were already prepared to step in and defend the underdog.

Wei Zihao, obviously feeling that he had public sympathy, gritted his teeth and said, "Fang Che, don’t be too extreme! I admit that I once instructed people to test you out, but it was just scouting, and those two have already been slain by you on the spot. Since arriving at the Martial Arts Academy, you’ve come looking for trouble with me every other day, beating me until I’m bloodied. Up to now, what more do you want?"

"I don’t want anything!"

Fang Che’s eyes were cold. "I just want to see what you are eating, that’s all."

"Fang Che, do you think you can be so imperious without anyone caring? Is there no justice in this world, no righteousness anymore?"

Wei Zihao cried out with grief and indignation, "Do we, the students with weaker cultivation, deserve to be bullied by you?"

"All this nonsense!"

Fang Che slapped Wei Zihao out the window and down to the ground with a smack.

Then he leaped down, punching wildly while paying attention to the changes in the black qi on Wei Zihao’s face.

This black qi... Fang Che could not explain it at all, nor could he claim without any evidence that Wei Zihao was possessed by evil spirits, as it was quite a preposterous claim.

But Fang Che never needed others to understand his actions.

He would just strike directly!

With several heavy punches to the nose, Wei Zihao screamed out in anger, fear, and pain, "Help, help me..."

Fang Che noticed that indeed, as Wei Zihao got increasingly frustrated from the beating and humiliation, the black qi on his face became active, as if enraged.

Different from the previous solid mass.

This time, it vaguely seemed to morph into a face.

Blurry, yet it seemed to be roaring angrily at Fang Che.

Fang Che felt a chill in his heart.

In both his past and current lives, he had never seen such a thing.

But as he continued the beating, the black qi on Wei Zihao’s face also gradually dispersed.

Fang Che could clearly feel that the black qi was weakening because of his beating.

Just as before.

"Fang Che!"

A furious shout rang out.

"You’re being too audacious!"

A figure in white clothing, tall and handsome, suddenly flew down from the sky.

It was a handsome young man in white, tall and upright, with a vigorous look between his eyebrows, a fair complexion, and a somewhat haughty demeanor.

He descended smoothly, his white robe fluttering, one hand behind his back, the other naturally resting on the hilt of the sword, with a jade belt around his waist, accentuating his tall and handsome figure.

He stood a distance away, looking down at Fang Che with a somewhat disdainful gaze and said in a condescending tone, "Fang Che, by beating your fellow students like this, where is your conscience? If not for the Martial Arts Academy’s prohibition on cross-year fighting, I would have taught you a lesson long ago. Yet after so many days, you show no restraint. I must step forward and ask, with your disruptive behavior, bullying of classmates, and treacherous actions, what exactly are your intentions?"

He exuded a righteous aura.

Standing on moral high ground, his words were stern and righteous.

Fang Che smiled faintly, "And who is this senior?"

"Don’t dare to claim the words ’senior’ from a genius like Fang."

The young man in white spoke indifferently, "I am Dongyun Yu."

Fang Che, with an equally indifferent tone, said, "So it is Lord Dong who has been appointed to the Guardian Hall in his fourth year. My apologies for my impudence. Since Lord Dong has intervened, then let’s leave it at this today."

Dongyun Yu stated grimly, "You think you can leave without giving an explanation?"

Fang Che replied lightly, "If Lord Dong, disregarding the rules of the Martial Arts Academy, wishes to discipline me with his advanced fifth-year cultivation, I don’t mind. It’s just a matter of hitting or getting hit. I’m used to hitting others every day; getting hit once in a while doesn’t bother me."

Fang Che smiled and asked, "Does Lord Dong wish to take action?"

Dongyun Yu snorted and said, "You want to use the Academy’s rules to trap me? As soon as I make a move, I’d break the rules, then fall into your trap and face the Academy’s punishment, right? Fang Che, such deep schemes you have!"

Fang Che laughed but before he could speak, Mo Gan Yun said from the side, "It was you who jumped out voluntarily; now you’re the one who’s afraid to fight; so why did you come out in the first place?"

Ding Jie Ran, who had been silent all this time, said with a stern face, "You’re looking to pick a fight but fear the school’s regulations while still wanting to save face. You thought you had it all handled when you stepped in, but Mr. Fang didn’t take the face you offered, and now you want to flex but find yourself stuck..."

Mo Gan Yun roared with laughter.

It was just so.

Dongyun Yu’s intentions for stepping forward were spelled out plainly by Ding Jie Ran, who usually didn’t say much.

But Ding Jie Ran saying so much all at once surprised both Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun.

Had this guy changed his temper?

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