Monarch Night
Chapter 127 - 85 Shi Family’s Son

Chapter 127: Chapter 85 Shi Family’s Son

This battle in Baiyun State had silenced people for miles around, hardly anyone daring to speak out loud.

I had never felt war to be so close.

That sword light, even separated by hundreds, thousands of miles, was still sharp enough to make everyone feel as if they were being torn by Sword Qi. What level was this?

What tier was this?

The whole of Baiyun State had become much quieter.

Even ordinary citizens knew that supreme experts were fighting not far away.

Everyone wore grave expressions and hastened their steps.

The Martial Arts Academy was also engulfed in silence.

Countless martial artists stood atop buildings, gazing into the distance at the area of conflict, their faces filled with longing and their eyes, with respect and aspiration.

That was the true cloud top.

That was the high-level battle.

Never before had they so clearly realized: the learning environment of Baiyun Martial Academy was fought and won through such battles.

Because such battles were still ongoing.

Everyone felt it, that sword light was striving hard to drive the fight in the opposite direction.

He didn’t want the aftermath of the battle to reach this place.

Every person’s heart was stirring with unusual emotions.

Wu Zhibing, Hua Kaixie, Jun Hefang and others stood at the forefront, staring into the distance. As they felt the heaven-piercing and earth-shattering Sword Intent, their faces were that of devout pilgrims.

Even the usually languid Jun Hefang stood as straight as a javelin at this moment.

"Life goals, lifelong reverence!"

"Like the seniors before us, to fight for the world, for all beings, so as to not betray our initial heart of martial cultivation!"

On the other side, Dongyun Yu and the three separated themselves deliberately, eyes filled with veneration as they watched the sporadically visible sword light in the distance.

Yet, they couldn’t help but glance at Wu Zhibing and the others, their eyes turning complicated in an instant.

Can’t go back anymore, can I?

No, it’s just that I don’t want to go back!

...

Fang Che walked out of the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room, and across the room, Mo Gan Yun emerged as well.

Mo Gan Yun had slimmed down, but appeared even more robust.

"It seems that entering this room has steamed away quite a bit of your fat." Fang Che joked as he wiped the sweat off his face.

Mo Gan Yun still had the ’Chao Fangche’ red scarf on his head.

This red scarf, having been changed thrice already, was not going to come off until he surpassed Fang Che. He wrapped it around his head every morning to motivate himself.

However, it had been on for so many days that it had almost become Mo Gan Yun’s hallmark of idiosyncrasy.

"What level of Wuzhong are you now?" Mo Gan Yun asked, panting heavily, sweating profusely, almost breathless, yet looking rather smug.

He had made a breakthrough inside.

And this breakthrough was very solid.

Mo Gan Yun felt he had taken a big step forward!

He should have caught up a lot with Fang Che.

"I’m now probably..." Fang Che said, "Fifth grade!"

Mo Gan Yun’s face stiffened: "Last time didn’t you say you broke through to the third layer?"

Fang Che matter-of-factly replied: "That was three days ago, yes. I was third layer back then, Elder Hong, you shouldn’t overlook my progress."

Mo Gan Yun gaped, his eyes lifeless: "..."

Fang Che kindly asked, "What level are you now? I see you’ve improved a lot."

Mo Gan Yun’s face darkened, and he bowed his big head, listlessly turning to leave.

"How many levels are you at? Tell me."

"Scram!"

"You’re cursing me? Want to spar?"

"...Boss Fang...do you have to be so shameless?"

"How many levels?"

"...third level!"

Mo Gan Yun sighed up to the heavens.

His heart was full of bitter resentment that was verging on living death; having broken through to the third layer of Wuzhong, he thought he had reached the same level as Fang Che, intent on showing off, only to find out that his counterpart had already reached the fifth grade!

He silently touched the red scarf on his head, calculating in his heart; it seemed that he couldn’t take it off for a while—should he make more of them?

The doors of several other rooms opened as well.

Qiu Yunshang, Jing Shuanggao, Ding Jie Ran, Xie Gongping, Yu Zhongge and others all walked out.

Among them, Yu Zhongge had a staggering gait, his face flushed, and blotches of blood on his head, clearly having endured hardship in there.

Mo Gan Yun stared fixedly at Ding Jie Ran.

He could not forget the sight of Ding Jie Ran standing up and walking out with his head lowered.

Ding Jie Ran kept his head down, his expression wooden.

Qiu Yunshang was very happy and said to Mo Gan Yun and Fang Che, "It’s rare that we’re all gathered, how about rest a bit then have a free-for-all spar?"

Fang Che nodded, "I don’t have a problem."

Ding Jie Ran said, "I’m busy!"

Mo Gan Yun was furious, his eyes like copper bells, and he bellowed at Ding Jie Ran: "Ding Jie Ran! You say you’re busy one more time?!"

His voice was fierce, filled with oppression.

Ding Jie Ran glanced up with complicated eyes at Mo Gan Yun and, unbelievably, lowered his head again, meekly saying, "Alright."

The others had some opinions about Ding Jie Ran’s words but upon seeing this scene, they almost couldn’t help but laugh.

These two, one acting like a domineering husband issuing orders, the other like an aggrieved little spouse agreeing—it looked humorous no matter how you saw it.

Jing Shuanggao, Xie Gongping, Yu Zhongge all quickly agreed as well.

They all wanted to test the fruits of their hard work over this period.

Moreover, atop Fang Che’s head hung the dazzling Championship Gold Medal.

Whoever could beat him would be able to snatch it away. This was an explicit rule set by the Martial Arts Academy.

Everyone was rather envious of it.

The crowd filed out one after the other.

Without any organization, everyone naturally arranged themselves according to their height.

Mo Gan Yun was tall and burly, standing at two meters thirty.

Fang Che’s figure was slim and tall, measuring one-eighty-seven.

Qiu Yunshang had a handsome face and a tall figure, at one-eighty-three.

Xie Gongping’s face looked honest and kind, with a slightly stocky build, about the same height as Qiu Yunshang.

Yu Zhongge exuded a gentle and uncompetitive aura, standing at one-eighty-one.

Ding Jie Ran was thin and lanky, to the extent that even the loosest robes seemed empty on him, giving off the impression of a floating sword as he walked, at one-seventy-six.

Although Jing Shuanggao’s name contained the word ’tall’ twice, he was actually the shortest among them, only one-seventy,

even in shoes.

Qiu Yunshang looked at the last one, Jing Shuanggao, and couldn’t help but chuckle, "Jing Shuanggao, which ’double tall’ does your name refer to?"

Jing Shuanggao: "???"

The smile on Xie Gongping’s honest face grew as he said, "Blood pressure? Blood lipids? Blood sugar?"

Qiu Yunshang raised an eyebrow, "That would make you three ’highs’!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

They all laughed together.

Mo Gan Yun almost split his wide mouth from laughter, while Yu Zhongge held back a smile with pursed lips.

Only Ding Jie Ran had not a hint of a smile on his face.

Jing Shuanggao himself was also unable to contain his laughter, "My ’double tall’ refers to the two mountains beside my home, one called Tian Gao Ling and the other Di Gao Peak; so it’s ’double tall’... What were you thinking?"

Qiu Yunshang, Yu Zhongge, and Mo Gan Yun all frowned in unison, "The convergence of heaven and earth? Your home is at Yin Yang Ridge? Jing Family?"

Even Fang Che was slightly moved.

The Jing Family of Yin Yang Ridge was one of the few Third level Families on the continent!

They had a profound heritage, ranking even above the Fourth level Family of the Mo family that Mo Gan Yun belonged to.

A bitter smile appeared on Jing Shuanggao’s face as he said faintly, "I’m a member of a collateral line, not part of the direct lineage."

"That’s still quite impressive,"

said Qiu Yunshang.

Jing Shuanggao replied indifferently, "But you, Qiu Yunshang, are the direct descendant and eldest grandson of the Fourth level Family."

Qiu Yunshang smiled, "There’s quite a number of us family’s sons. Brother Mo’s Mo Family, is also Fourth level."

Xie Gongping sighed, "My family’s eighth level."

Everyone looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che said, "My maternal grandfather’s family is ninth level."

Everyone chuckled.

Then they all turned to look at Yu Zhongge.

Yu Zhongge appeared calm and composed, "Why look at me? My family circumstances are ordinary, nothing remarkable."

Mo Gan Yun said, "We were just very surprised, your name, Yu Zhongge, seems rather meaningful."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Indeed, the name didn’t seem like a typical one.

"My father likes the rain, and every time there’s a downpour with thunder and lightning, he practices his sword training in the rain, often coming to realizations; so when I was born, he named me Yu Zhongge," Yu Zhongge explained.

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Life is full of storms, and world affairs are invariably changeable; your father’s intention must have been for you to maintain a carefree attitude in the face of life’s tempests, to sing in the midst of rain with ease and freedom, even when faced with heavy trials and murky storms."

Yu Zhongge turned his head, his eyes showing a look of surprise, "Mr. Fang is indeed impressive, I was ridiculed for my name from a young age, and only today did Mr. Fang reveal the true meaning intended by my father. Yes, that’s exactly right, when I first went home crying and asked my father to change my name because I was laughed at, that’s exactly what he said. I still remember those words to this day."

"Your father has put a lot of thought into it," everyone reflected.

Yu Zhongge laughed, "Actually, it’s all rather mundane. Moreover, I no longer care about others’ opinions."

Fang Che asked, "The mainland’s three major Second level families are Feng, Yu, Snow. Are you the Yu part?"

Yu Zhongge gave a wry smile and nodded.

Everyone was somewhat astonished.

A Second level Family, and Yu Zhongge had kept it so well concealed.

Jing Shuanggao suddenly realized, "That explains the luck you carry with you."

Fang Che felt the same way.

Only a family like that would be able to employ special methods to enhance the fate of their direct descendants during birth, increasing the chances of encountering good fortune in life.

Such things were quite mystical.

Yu Zhongge helplessly said, "Actually, having too much good luck is not necessarily a good thing; there have been many elders in my family who were envied for their good fortune and then met untimely deaths without cause."

His words made perfect sense.

"Indeed, it can breed jealousy and even bring divine disdain."

Qiu Yunshang patted Yu Zhongge on the shoulder, "You should be careful."

Yu Zhongge smiled.

Chatting and laughing, the group made their way toward the training field.

While walking, they restored their cultivation levels, constantly adjusting their bodies in preparation for the tough battles ahead.

Although everyone was jovial now, once the fight started, no one would hold back.

But everyone could feel a gradually harmonious atmosphere forming among them.

Ding Jie Ran trailed at the back, lowering his head and slowly shuffling his feet.

Fang Che counted, including himself, there were exactly seven people.

Suddenly, a wave of deep nostalgia surged within him, so intense and utterly unexpected.

He felt a sudden sourness at the tip of his nose.

But he immediately activated his Bingche Spirit Platform, pushing down those feelings.