Monarch Night
Chapter 190 - 148 Yan Beihan [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Ailu]

Chapter 190: Chapter 148 Yan Beihan [Extra for Alliance Hierarch Ailu]

Everyone knew about the Water Cloud Sky Fruit, but none ever took it seriously.

After all, most of the rare objects recorded in the "Mysterious Objects Record" had never been seen in the world.

So whether this Heavenly Mortal Fruit truly existed or was merely a fabricated lie, people only considered it a joke.

People generally used the Mysterious Objects Record as a pastime; something to brag about while drinking—even though everyone knew it wasn’t real.

But as soon as Fang Che saw this Water Cloud, he immediately realized that this thing truly existed in this world!

Clearly, the group of individuals below were also well-informed and knowledgeable.

They recognized it as well.

Fang Che steadied his mind and hid ten feet down in the grass.

Looking up, he saw that within a white cloud was a simple yet beautiful flower quietly blooming.

It wasn’t very flamboyant, but it was elegant and simple; each petal contained a holy power, each stamen was full of vitality.

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief.

It hasn’t borne fruit yet.

There’s still time.

He quietly hid, observing the three groups below.

Now all these people were focused on the strange flower in the sky, showing no interest in checking if there were others on the mountain.

Besides, with these three groups here, numbering over a thousand people.

Who would dare try to take advantage while being watched by a thousand peers or those of higher rank?

Furthermore, the flower was in the middle, not leaning towards any side of the mountain. Now, with everyone at General Level, even an immortal couldn’t just take it by force.

The three groups below.

In one, two massive men led, like iron towers, reminding Fang Che of Mo Gan Yun, both over two meters tall.

Though shorter than Mo Gan Yun by less than twenty centimeters, among normal people they were still tall as cranes among chickens.

The two looked similar, seemingly brothers.

By the aura surrounding them, they seemed to be Eighth or Ninth-level generals.

Another group was led by a middle-aged man appearing to be in his forties, sporting two little mustaches and a lean figure.

But the leader of the third group greatly surprised Fang Che.

She was the woman in the grim mask with whom he fought yesterday, dressed in white.

Behind her, there were at least three hundred people.

Fang Che almost popped his eyes out.

Wasn’t she always a loner? How did she suddenly gather so many people? How did she do it?

Did my talk about alliances yesterday remind her?

Damn it...

Fang Che couldn’t help twitching the corners of his mouth.

How am I supposed to snatch the Space Ring now?

By this moment, the battle among them had ended.

It was Little Huzi’s side that lost, the defeated dead on site, and the victor’s Five Spirits Gu was feeding.

Then the Five Spirits Gu flew back.

The victor returned to stand behind the white-dressed woman, evidently from her side.

Little Huzi showed loss in his eyes, saying solemnly, "My brother Wang Fei of the Three Mountains Sect has died in battle. I, Jiang Shangyun, am the sole son of Jiang Yihe, the Moon Demon Sect Master. I now swear to the Celestial Worm God that if I survive this, I will give cultivation resources to his family. If I perish in this plan, all my wealth shall be granted to surviving members of the Moon Demon Sect, evenly distributed among the families of those who died for me."

Fang Che snorted inwardly, a bunch of demons actually swearing here to gain trust.

But he knew swearing to the Celestial Worm God was the most solemn vow in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

The faces of those behind Jiang Shangyun remained unmoved.

It seemed the identity of Jiang Shangyun as the ’sole son of the Moon Demon Sect Master’ was quite effective.

On the other side, the two big men also stepped forward, swearing to the heavens: "I, Lei Jiuxiao, and Lei Jiu Tian, are sons of the Fire Demon Sect Master Lei Mieshi. Today, we swear to the Celestial Worm God..."

Evidently, these leaders had made promises and paid enormous prices to get this Water Cloud Sky Fruit.

To rally these followers to fight for them.

These people fought for them, each having their own agendas: winning meant gaining a slot to devour the fruit, receiving unexpected wealth, and securing a future Jianghu ally.

Losing...well, they came in risking their lives anyway.

Everyone only has one life, so who fears whom?

As the saying goes, wealth is sought in peril, and lost in peril; a tenth gained in triumph is what I seek!

The white-dressed woman, her willow eyebrows raised, spoke with a voice as cold as icicles.

"All the brothers at the Main Altar know I am Yan Beihan; I don’t need to swear. Trust me, and I won’t let you down."

Yan Beihan.

Fang Che secretly noted this name.

In his previous life, he hadn’t seen much, but vaguely remembered hearing a tale that a Vice Sect Master by the surname Yan, Yan as in the wild goose, was in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Back then, the brothers around joked about capturing this wild goose for eating someday.

But everyone knew it was a joke—after all, even if the Vice Sect Master of Wei Wo Zheng Sect was on his last breath, he wasn’t someone Emperor Level figures could covet!

And this Yan Beihan, he guessed, was the descendant of this Vice Sect Master Yan.

Indeed, when Yan Beihan spoke, those behind her remained calm.

Obviously, there was much trust.

Lei Jiu Tian bitterly laughed, "Mr. Yan, the Main Sect has countless good things, why fight us lower sects for this? With your resources, what can’t you get?"

Yan Beihan said, "But is this Water Cloud Sky Fruit an ordinary item? Lei Jiu Tian, I’m not making it hard for you. If you, representing your father, swear to the heavens that the Fire Demon Sect will give me a Water Cloud Sky Fruit after leaving, I will immediately withdraw. Do you dare?"

Lei Jiu Tian wore a bitter smile.

Really, he didn’t dare.

The Water Cloud Sky Fruit was something only heard in legends, not even seen by his father.

This might be the only one he’d ever see in his life.

How could he dare make such a promise?

"Stop talking nonsense, after the melee, everyone gathers; there have been only two of the agreed ten battles. Let’s continue."

Yan Beihan said blandly, "Once the ten rounds end, we’ll decide who gets the Spirit Fruit, then begin fighting for the worm, becoming a god. Before that, if anyone breaks the rules, don’t blame me, Yan Beihan, for using family power to bully!"

By this point, Fang Che understood.

No wonder these little demons adhered so strictly to the rules in combat; it turned out this woman used her power to suppress everyone!

Seeing the newly arrived individuals, many clearly wanted to join Yan Beihan’s side.

But after inquiries, anyone not from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Headquarters was outright rejected!

"Damn...this truly is using power to bully, wearing a facade of fairness."

Fang Che sighed.

"Damn, Wei Wo Zheng Sect people have bullies too...I thought it was all about strength. It really has worsened my impression of the Demon Sect...such corruption!"

The battle in the field had resumed.

This round, the losing side, the Moon Demon Sect, sent someone to fight the Fire Demon Sect.

Both sides were evenly matched.

However, the Moon Demon side cunningly used poison, hidden weapons, and other tricks, suddenly killing an opponent’s general who was equally matched.

The Moon Demon Sect evened the score.

Now the Headquarters had two wins, the Moon Demon one win, one loss, the Fire Demon two losses.

Now it was the Fire Demon’s turn to challenge the Headquarters.

Fang Che watched with great interest.

The fragrance of the flower in the sky grew more intense, and all in attendance who smelled it felt their Divine Soul lighten, and their spiritual power subtly increase.

Even the little elf in Fang Che’s Divine Attribute Metal couldn’t resist the temptation, boldly emerging to invisibly and intangibly absorb the flower’s fragrance above Fang Che’s head.

The spectator demons weren’t just watching the battle; they mingled with their own allies, conversing with one another.

Meeting and familiarizing themselves with each other.

Though once separated, they’d still fight each other fiercely without mercy.

But this was a trait of the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan; it didn’t affect their Jianghu relationships after surviving and leaving.

One by one, those who could participate in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan would become top connections in Jianghu afterward.

Moreover, in this plan, there was rarely an atmosphere of equal, safe meeting opportunities; why not seize the moment?

So everyone was busy and happy.

Anyway, being here for the camp participation, it’s rare for me to actually fight. Most participants are the Eighth and Ninth generals utilizing this to harvest Five Spirits Gu.

Let’s have us Fifth and Sixth generals take a break first.

As for the Third and Fourth generals...few in number, and unless exceptionally lucky, they probably are all dead by now after entering here?

After a battle.

The Fire Demon Sect narrowly won.

Although they did not kill their opponent, a win was a win.

The Headquarters’ general wore a face full of shame, almost appearing ready to commit suicide in disgrace, something everyone could see.

As a Headquarters general, to be defeated by a peer from a subordinate sect!

Tsk!

Yan Beihan’s cold gaze fixed on this person, "Which department are you from?"

The general drew a deep breath, showing a guilty expression, "I am from the Law Enforcement Hall..."

"A fine figure from Bei Mingxin!"

Yan Beihan snorted, saying no more.

The Law Enforcement Hall person, deeply embarrassed, bowed in retreat, then noticing everyone’s unhappy expressions, excused himself to leave the valley alone.

Later, some felt no advantage could be taken here, so after a discussion, a few sneaked off to the valley entrance.

Soon, the sounds of fighting came from the entrance.

Evidently, they had temporarily organized to intercept the generals coming into the valley.

There was no denying it opened up a new way of thinking for everyone: with no benefits to be gained here, why not go out and rob?

After all, this place was like a pile of dung, attracting countless flies, so there was no fear of no one coming to be killed.

Suddenly, from all directions around the valley, entrance after entrance resounded with fighting.

In contrast, the number of people in the valley actually reduced.

Lei Jiuxiao, Jiang Shangyun, and others watched those joining in gangs go out for ambushes, eyes filled with disdain.

Opportunities were given to you.

If you can’t seize them, don’t blame me.