Monarch Night
Chapter 184 - 142: What Are You Going to Do About It?

Chapter 184: Chapter 142: What Are You Going to Do About It?

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang were dumbfounded.

Could such a thing happen?

Only at this moment did Yin Shen Palace reveal its complete exhaustion, both mentally and physically.

And that feeling of helplessness that, despite giving their all, they were unable to reverse the situation:

"If it wasn’t for me having an extra thought after inadvertently receiving information from Yemo, and taking Yemo’s hint, then timely reporting to the Grandmaster, who immediately sent people to investigate, we might have remained oblivious until Ren Zhongyuan ascended legitimately!"

The voice of Yin Shen Palace was calm, yet filled with anger and venom.

Clearly, having suppressed his true emotions for an unknown period, it was only within this flying boat that he finally vented them out.

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang were drenched in sweat just from listening.

If Ren Zhongyuan had truly succeeded, what would become of Yin Shen Palace, where would they go, they had no idea.

But they were clear on what would happen to themselves.

As intimate confidants of Yin Shen Palace, the supportive aides of the former Sect Hierarch, now changed to a new Sect Hierarch, what would happen?

Do we even need to say it?

As the saying goes, new emperors bring new courtiers, that’s the way it is.

No need to target intentionally; just assign a few tasks, and you’d die quietly at the hands of the Guardian.

Too simple!

"Sect Hierarch, what did the Grandmaster say?"

Qian Sanjiang clenched his fist and said, gritting his teeth.

"The Grandmaster said, if others could make a move on the first, can’t you Yin Shen Palace do something by the fifteenth?"

A trace of bloodthirstiness flashed in Yin Shen Palace’s eyes.

"Alright! I’m willing to be the sharp blade in the Sect Hierarch’s hand, just waiting for the Sect Hierarch’s command!"

Hou Fang said through gritted teeth.

"But the matter has already become a set course. We must wait until after the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan!"

Yin Shen Palace sighed and said, "Therefore, during this trip to the Main Sect, including the Grandmaster and Vice Sect Master Xiang, it’s impossible for anyone to do anything."

"After the Main Sect completes the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, and everyone returns, then begins the grand cleanse of power!"

Yin Shen Palace’s lips curled sinisterly: "Changes, may not only occur in our Yixin Sect!"

"Yes!"

Now Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang were still a bit frightened.

Just think, if Yin Shen Palace hadn’t discovered the other’s plan, and things continued like this.

Two hundred fifty-six at the General Level, not a single one from our side.

In other words, the plan failed, everyone died, or failed to rank, and Yin Shen Palace would take all the blame!

But if succeeded, breaking into the top three, all the credit would go to Ren Zhongyuan—he had already made all preparations!

Just waiting to reap the rewards!

Thankfully, thankfully!

At the very last moment, they inserted Yemo!

Among the two hundred and fifty-seven people, finally, there emerged a lone sprout.

This was breathtaking to the extreme!

Countless lives were hanging by a thread!

"To be fair, Yemo is indeed our lucky star." Qian Sanjiang wiped cold sweat, still trembling in fear.

The corners of Yin Shen Palace’s mouth revealed a faint smile: "That’s why I say, Yemo carries some fortune. When I told you before, each of you acted skeptically. I still remember vividly."

"From now on, we must resolutely follow the Sect Hierarch’s lead."

Yin Shen Palace looked ahead, his voice steady yet tinged with apprehension, which was uncontrollable worry.

"Yemo has a heavy burden. I hope he can bear it."

"I have confidence in Yemo!"

"Me too!"

"Since he’s a Child of Destiny, he will surely turn the tide."

Yin Shen Palace gave Qian Sanjiang a side-glance and said, "What Child of Destiny, don’t speak recklessly. Once these words get out, Yemo wouldn’t survive long."

"Yes, yes, mustn’t speak recklessly."

Yin Shen Palace’s face was worried, saying, "Even the Main Sect isn’t peaceful... The higher up you go, the stronger the fierce wind."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang exchanged a look, not daring to speak.

Main Sect matters, they wouldn’t dare intervene.

...

The flying boat streaked swiftly.

Fang Che watched the clouds pass beneath, one patch after another.

In an instant, it spanned a thousand miles.

Instinctively, he knew they weren’t headed for Xin Chu.

But rather heading towards the true stronghold of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!

The secret stronghold known to none but the Guardians!

To think this was how we would enter!

On the broad floor of the flying boat, two hundred fifty-seven people ignored each other, most were sitting in meditation, practicing.

Fang Che also sat down, meditating and practicing.

Slowly, Evil Qi began to seep from him...

Inside the cabin, over two hundred people all felt suddenly a bit uncomfortable, though it was hard to pinpoint why.

Just slightly creepy...

No one knew how much time had passed.

The flying boat quivered.

Fang Che was startled from his cultivation, then turned to see everyone else awakened, sporting strange expressions, each looking somewhat pale.

Fang Che, feeling a stirring in his heart, immediately began channeling his inner power, resulting in a similarly pale face.

The crowd was murmuring softly.

"What’s with this journey?"

"I feel something’s off too, feels like there’s a ghost nearby, spooky."

"Me too, me too, dammit, this journey’s been really eerie..."

"Could nearing the Main Sect bring about such strange phenomena? I still feel wind at the back of my head..."

Fang Che also found it odd: What’s happening?

Why don’t I feel a thing?

But seeing their reactions, it didn’t seem feigned. Could it be the Ancient Jade’s Evil Qi?

Fang Che was puzzled.

So he tried releasing a wisp of Evil Qi near a General Level person’s ear.

Sure enough, the person nearby turned pale, instinctively looked back, rubbing hard behind his ear: "Dammit, really sinister. Feels unsettling out of nowhere."

Only after rubbing until the ear was warm did he stop, muttering, "Main Sect’s place is supernatural."

Fang Che felt a tug in his heart.

He had long retracted all Evil Qi tightly, not letting any out.

The cabin door opened.

A refreshing breeze blew in, immediately invigorating everyone. Faintly, there were various noises in the wind.

Hou Fang’s voice: "Everyone off the boat."

The crowd filed out in succession.

At a glance, Fang Che couldn’t help but exclaim at the scenery.

Here lay a vast plain, surrounded by towering snow mountains reaching the clouds, yet the plain was a sea of blossoms, with lush green trees providing shade.

Their position was a huge plaza with solid pavement.

Presumably, it was a designated landing area for the flying boat.

The flying boat in Yin Shen Palace’s hand gradually shrank into a model.

The noise was faintly coming from a distant place, yet its exact location was unknown.

Yin Shen Palace, Qian Sanjiang, and Hou Fang gazed at the emerging two hundred fifty-seven Generals, and all three were stunned.

What happened to these two hundred fifty-seven people?

Why did each sport a pale complexion, some even with sunken eyes and dark circles, looking visibly unsettled?

Even if it were everyone’s first time on a flying boat, not everyone should be like this, right?

These were supposed to be skilled practitioners at the General Level!

Yin Shen Palace frowned: "What’s going on?"

"We don’t know either... Just feel creepy."

"Exactly, just feeling uneasy without knowing why..."

Yin Shen Palace’s face turned sour; damn it... now we’re here and you all are dropping the ball?

It’s fine if you’re dropping the ball, but what about Yemo?

Hurriedly contacting Fang Che in secret: "What’s happening?"

Standing in line, Fang Che replied unnoticed with the help of Five Spirits Gu: "I didn’t feel anything strange, they all claim there’s a ghost, but I just felt a bit cold, perhaps their fortunes aren’t solid? So I channeled my power to appear just like them. Without doing so, my face would look rosier than theirs."

Yin Shen Palace breathed a sigh of relief, smiling: "Let’s go! Pick up the pace! We seem to be the last group to arrive."

Saying this, he led the group to take flight towards the far distance.

Crossing a high mountain revealed an immensely vast space before them, teeming with people, with palaces stretching endlessly into the imagination, resembling a massive city.

Yin Shen Palace led the group closer, approaching the vicinity.

A figure suddenly flew out from the crowd, shouting mid-air: "Yixin Sect? Yin Shen Palace! Why come so late?"

Yin Shen Palace hurriedly apologized: "Forgive me, Li, the Altar Master, we had a long journey, rushed urgently... finally made it."

There was a cold snort from inside: "Hurry up and take your place!"

Yin Shen Palace quickly replied: "Yes."

Leading Fang Che and others into the crowd, they blended seamlessly like a drop of water in the sea.

Fang Che looked ahead, seeing a high platform, where more than a dozen people were seated in large chairs.

Several chairs were still empty in the middle.

Below the high platform, there was a first rank, with many people already standing there.

On the ground, they formed columns of lines.

And the people of the Yixin Sect naturally formed a column.

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang stood at the head of the line, fully exuding their momentum.

Immediately, the sides, belonging to God knows what sect, took a step back.

Yin Shen Palace stepped onto the stage to pass a command, then received something, and descended to stand at a position on the first rank below the platform, facing the people below.

Yin Shen Palace’s position was neither at the front nor the back, just in the middle.

Fang Che looked intently, seeing people like Yin Shen Palace densely standing on this first rank, roughly counted, nearly five hundred!

Couldn’t help but gasp internally, if each person was a Sect Hierarch.

Could the Wei Wo Zheng Sect have so many subsidiary sects?

It’s quite intimidating.

Even if some were hall masters from headquarters, the number of sects was still substantial!

Even if it were five hundred people, with an average of three hundred per place, that’s one hundred fifty thousand at the General Level?

Fang Che was startled by his own calculation!

Couldn’t help but worry internally: How on earth could they be killed off?

So he glanced around, seeing the vast crowd extending beyond view.

A brutish man from an unknown sect sitting nearby had a ferocious look. Seeing Fang Che look over, he cursed: "What are you looking at, scoundrel!"

Fang Che immediately snapped back with an extremely insulting tone: "Looking at you, what?"

The brute became furious, rolling up his sleeves: "Look again, why don’t you?"

With a clang.

The sword light sudden leapt up.

Without another word, Fang Che drew his sword, slicing the man’s head off with one cut, cursing: "Really deserved a beating! Was looking at you, so what, can’t even wait to die? Damn it!"