Monarch Night -
Chapter 139 - 97 Not Donating Even a Penny?
Chapter 139: Chapter 97 Not Donating Even a Penny?
The Martial Arts Academy instructor always told his students, "I’m just an instructor, not your teacher, let alone your master."
It seemed as though he was drawing a line, or perhaps he was reminding himself.
But once he began teaching, those children would follow him for a full five years.
Could it really be that after five years, he didn’t care at all?
Five years then another five, one batch after another... Sending off and welcoming in an endless cycle.
This instructor thought his heart had turned to stone, but when he saw a student from days gone by, now a member of the Yixin Sect, die tragically before his own eyes, the feeling was still overwhelming, as unbearable as the overturning of seas and rivers.
The torrential rain pelted his upturned face, droplets splashing and streaming down.
So drenched, it was hard to distinguish between rain and tears.
"I would rather you have been killed by the Yixin Sect... then you’d still be a hero, and your family would have received good care, but now..."
The rain poured down relentlessly.
It washed everything away.
Thick clumps of blood were quickly diluted, becoming mere threads in the flow of water.
And then they disappeared without a trace.
Erasing all signs.
"Regroup!"
...
The troops that joined the battle had been gone for an hour.
The torrential rain was still falling.
No movement from this side at all.
Finally, those lying in ambush stood up, each looking like a drowned rat.
Complaints arose, their grievances almost piercing the heavens.
"What the hell is this... always conspiracies, like there aren’t enough already..."
"Soaked all night for nothing. Watching all those little demons right there and not being able to kill a single one, my merit points, my merit points."
"A thousand plus men assembled, a thousand drenched watching the show, while two or three hundred did all the work. What the fuck is this..."
Amidst the complaints,
Another order was issued.
"Regroup!"
This time, they truly regrouped.
"Damn it, until the very end, it’s just the two words ’regroup,’ as formal and rounded as their triumphant return from battle... Suffocating me!"
...
Fang Che had been waiting all along.
Finally, a message from Mu Lin Yuan came through.
"Done! Not a single one left! A total of one hundred and sixty-six, including King level... Marquis level... General level, Grandmaster level... how many people, how many people..."
"... Oh right, the branch address is... Don’t tell them if they calculate your points wrong."
Fang Che replied, "Understood, thank you Master Mu, I’ll prepare the wine for you."
Mu Lin Yuan chuckled with satisfaction, "Save the wine for me, don’t give it to anyone else."
"Alright."
The communication ended.
The personnel involved in the battle had returned through the storm.
To maintain secrecy, Fang Che had remained in Old Man Shen’s room at the Martial Arts Academy waiting.
With a loud sound,
Gao Qingyu and the others landed.
Everyone’s face was full of joy.
Eliminating a branch of the Yixin Sect was akin to removing a malignant tumor. Over the years, the Yixin Sect branch in Baiyun State had committed thousands of murders, with the death toll of ordinary people and Martial Artists reaching the hundreds of thousands.
Now, this tumor had finally been excised.
But Fang Che noticed something not quite normal: Chen Ru Hai and Fan Tiantiao had also come.
In theory, now that the operation was complete, everyone should have returned to adjudicate merits and rewards.
For instance, the reason Gao Qingyu and others were looking for Fang Che was to calculate his points.
But what were Chen Ru Hai and Fan Tiantiao doing here?
Here to give me my rewards?
Fang Che felt that was unlikely.
Sure enough, there was something else.
"We need to inform you about something."
Fan Tiantiao’s crumpled face even added some sorrow. Fang Che felt a twinge of pity just from glancing at him.
"Please speak."
"The Huo Family has been wiped out. Those few we brought back also died."
Fan Tiantiao said.
"That’s good," Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief. "Isn’t that pretty normal?"
With a face naturally brimming with sorrowful wrinkles and a similarly tormented heart, Fan Tiantiao, who now looked almost unbearable, said, "But Huo Churan... was rescued."
"???"
Fang Che’s eyes widened.
What are you talking about?
So many masters died, but they managed to rescue a cripple?
"Yes."
Chen Ru Hai turned away, ashamed.
Fan Tiantiao was just as embarrassed, but someone had to tell Fang Che.
After all, Fang Che had done so much... although it was just a unilateral beating and humiliation, as soon as Huo Churan’s identity was revealed, Fang Che’s efforts were naturally a given.
No problem there.
So, you’re saying that after all the work Fang Che did to nab Huo Churan and the Huo Family, they were all good and dandy while detained at Baiyun Martial Academy, but someone just whisked them away after being transferred to your Guardian Hall?
Other people are one thing, but what about Fang Che?
The feud between Huo Churan and Fang Che has become utterly irreconcilable.
Let me be absolutely clear here, if Fang Che were to fall into Huo Churan’s hands and managed to die quickly and easily, that would mean Huo Churan had an epiphany of kindness. And that would be an act of generosity on par with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!
Therefore, Huo Churan being rescued is something that must be communicated to Fang Che.
To put it bluntly, if Fang Che ever gets killed by Huo Churan, the Baiyun State Guardian Hall would have to shed some blood in compensation.
So Li Changkong immediately became unhappy, slanting his eyes and said, "Is the Guardian Hall some kind of sieve? A cripple with a destroyed Dantian managed to escape? Are the lives of your people that easygoing? Ate too much good stuff so you all got sleepy? Everyone from top to bottom fell asleep?"
Li Changkong’s remarks didn’t include a single dirty word.
But they encapsulated all the possible unpleasantness.
Chen Ru Hai and Fan Tiantiao, those sly old foxes, turned red in the face right then and there.
The embarrassment and awkwardness nearly sent the two men tumbling head over heels.
Chen Ru Hai felt like taking off his shoe and drilling a hole with his toe to crawl into.
"There’s more to it than meets the eye..."
Chen Ru Hai said dryly.
Li Changkong, with a slanted gaze, replied, "So, if I hand over my greatest nemesis to you, you’d let them go citing ’complicated circumstances’?"
A sheepish look crossed Chen Ru Hai’s face.
It was the Guardian Hall that fumbled the ball, allowing someone to come and rescue Huo Churan, letting him be saved by going with the flow, then started a tracking and killing spree.
Like following vines to find the melons, they took down over a dozen people from the Heavenly God Sect. But... In the end, the opponents with Huo Churan vanished.
That’s undeniably frustrating.
Even digging three feet underground, they found nothing.
Of course, they had to report to the Martial Arts Academy once the disappearance was confirmed.
Chen Ru Hai and Fan Tiantiao had already cursed the messengers bloody.
Fang Che, though, didn’t have any other thoughts and said lightly, "It’s fine, I’ll just kill him again when I see him next."
His lips curled into a half-smile as he continued, "Next time, there’ll be no need to involve the Guardian Hall."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ru Hai’s toes clenched so hard he poked a hole through his own shoe.
Fan Tiantiao’s expression changed—a stench started to rise.
Then the people from the Guardian Hall left.
"You’ve earned quite a few points this time."
Gao Qingyu’s head began to ache as he looked at Fang Che, "Due to your information, we took out a Yixin Sect branch. Included were one Fifth Grade King Level, two Marquis Level masters, eight Martial Marshal Level, and thirty at Martial General Level, alongside one hundred and twenty-five others with Innate Grandmaster Cultivation."
"Just for Innate Grandmaster Cultivation, they are worth eight points each, so that’s a thousand points right there. Thirty at General Level, sixteen points each, making four hundred and eighty points; eight at Marshal Level, a hundred points each, that’s eight hundred points; two at Marquis Level, four hundred points each, another eight hundred; and one King-level Master, a thousand points."
Huang Yifan’s mouth twitched incessantly, "That totals up to... four thousand and eighty points."
"And these are all Merit Points. With your original three hundred and eight, you now have... four thousand three hundred and eighty Merit Points in total."
Even Meng Hejun, who had always maintained a calm composure, was taken aback by the number.
Four thousand three hundred!
An ordinary Vice Hall Master of a Guardian Hall like Bibo City’s would only have about fifty thousand Merit Points as a baseline.
And Fang Che?
He’s just a freshman in his first year at the Martial Arts Academy!
Not even half a year into the Martial Arts Academy!
Is he already capable of taking on a leadership role?
Though he couldn’t become a Hall Master, he’d easily command dozens of subordinates in some leadership position.
"Since you were only reporting the information and did not personally make the kills, there was a discussion to halve your reward. But the Mountain Master didn’t agree, saying it would dishearten the students. So, the full amount was awarded."
Li Changkong carefully added, "As for how you’ll use these four thousand plus points, do you have any plans?"
Fang Che humbly asked, "Does the instructor have any suggestions?"
Li Changkong paused for a moment and under Huang Yifan’s penetrating gaze, he said, "Your cousin Fang Qingyun... also had four thousand plus points, and last time he treated the entire academy to a meal *cough* *cough*... "
Fang Che caught the hint immediately.
You’re suggesting I follow in my cousin’s footsteps.
But you’ve got the wrong person. My cousin is a gentleman, but I, Fang Che, am no gentleman.
"My cousin’s lofty and admirable principles command respect. As his younger cousin, I, Fang Che, cannot afford to disgrace him!"
Fang Che stated magnanimously.
Everyone’s eyes brightened, and smiles appeared on their faces.
But Fang Che continued, "As for these points, I plan to spend a part of them on entering the Spiritual Energy Gravity Cultivation Room. It’s five points per hour... twenty a day, starting with one hundred days, makes two thousand points. With the remaining points, I want to go to the Dian ji Building to exchange for the highest-grade consolidating energy Technique. I wonder if that will be enough?"
All the instructors and the Mountain Master were somewhat flabbergasted.
You mean... you’re not donating a single point?
Huang Yifan’s mouth gaped open and he asked, "You’re not... treating to a meal?"
Fang Che appeared even more surprised than Huang Yifan, "Why would I... treat to a meal? There are tens of thousands of people in the entire academy, and I only know a few."
Huang Yifan scratched his head, looking for support from Gao Qingyu.
Gao Qingyu’s expression remained unchanged as he said, "Individual achievements give you the freedom to use them as you wish."
He gently said to Fang Che, "The highest level of the Martial Arts Academy’s scriptures is the Jade Scroll. We do have consolidating energy Techniques, a thousand points per Technique."
Fang Che replied, "Then I want three."
At this point,
Li Changkong immediately agreed, "I think that’s a good decision!"
"Perhaps a bit premature."
Huang Yifan muttered.
Ever since Dongfang Sansan called him out, the thought that ’Fang Che is a good person’ had been banished to the Nine Heavens in his mind.
Now, he just subconsciously didn’t want to give Fang Che anything good.
The little demon, wanting good things!
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