Monarch Night
Chapter 191 - 149 The Fruit Flew [Extra for Feng2 Lame Alliance Hierarch]

Chapter 191: Chapter 149 The Fruit Flew [Extra for Feng2 Lame Alliance Hierarch]

Yan Beihan’s beautiful eyes were fixed on the battlefield.

She didn’t even raise her head to look at the Water Cloud Sky Fruit in the sky.

In her heart, it was already hers, with no room for accidents.

As expected.

After ten battles.

The Headquarters won four rounds.

But the Water Cloud Sky Fruit was still not ripe.

The petals showed slight signs of wilting, yet it hadn’t reached the point of falling as ripe fruit does.

"Thank you for going easy on us."

Yan Beihan bowed her head slightly to Lei Jiuxiao, Lei Jiu Tian, and Jiang Shangyun.

"Congratulations to Lord Yan."

The three Sect Hierarchs’ sons sighed and bowed simultaneously.

Knowing well they couldn’t contend, they weren’t too dejected.

Moreover, as long as they remained in the leading position under the rare flower, the fragrance could enhance the Divine Soul. Standing longer also meant gaining more benefits.

This was also part of their cunning calculations.

Moreover, once the contest was decided, there were other benefits, such as—

Yan Beihan calmly remarked, "If you have no other engagements, why not train together here until the fruit ripens? We might as well make acquaintances, so we can look after one another in the Jianghu in future times."

Lei Jiuxiao, Lei Jiutian, and Jiang Shangyun were all smiles immediately, cheerfully agreeing in unison.

The three groups instantly united into one, greeting each other warmly, building rapports with beaming smiles.

They spoke openly as if words cost nothing.

This was a golden opportunity to connect with the Main Sect and expand their network!

Instead of competing for the Water Cloud Sky Fruit, Lei Jiuxiao and the others were arguably waiting for this opportunity.

It demonstrated their leadership skills, showcased their strength, and revealed their etiquette knowledge.

Human nature is such: Yan Beihan secured the greatest advantage – wouldn’t she at least utter a courteous phrase?

And we were waiting just for this statement, so we could seize the moment!

As for those who went out to hunt on their own, they missed out on this opportunity.

Meanwhile, the Generals who stayed behind these three young masters were bound to feel appreciative of these events, considering they’d reminisce about this in the future.

Wouldn’t they show warmth towards the three young masters?

Thus, a rising boundary force in the Jianghu naturally formed.

Don’t underestimate this minor Spirit Fruit contest; it contained mental calculus, strategy, future plans, power dynamics, Jianghu alliances, future connections...

All under thoughtful consideration!

Although Yan Beihan knew full well the intentions of these guys, she didn’t expose it and had to take the high ground.

After all, she was the one who benefited.

So when she said these words, her expression behind the mask wasn’t pleasant.

It wasn’t her true will.

She was simply compelled to use this moment; for someone so proud, how could she feel comfortable?

Even Fang Che, observing from the side, marveled at these individuals’ foresight and intricate thinking.

Either way, I’ve gained.

And with earnest smiles on their faces, they said, "Here, we all strive to improve. Brother, if you meet little brother, don’t hold back; just go ahead. Outside, brother is still brother to me. If I unfortunately die at brother’s hand today, it would merely be my bad fate..."

Embodied open-mindedness, magnanimity, and sincerity in words.

But upon reflection, it was all nonsense.

Will others truly refrain from attacking just because you said this?

And the sect individuals all responded with smiling faces, knowing well they would need some connections and errands in Jianghu in the future.

At any place, you need a certain face, correct?

These individuals spread across all areas, and after the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, those who survive will naturally dominate a region within a few years.

Wouldn’t they be a power to cultivate and recruit?

Competing with others in the Main Sect in the future, wouldn’t these individuals be external support and capital?

No one was a fool.

Hence, the Spirit Fruit remained secondary.

If anyone wasn’t blind, they’d see that the Water Cloud Sky Fruit clearly belonged to Yan Beihan!

Snatch it?

Would you really dare to try and take it?

Fang Che sighed with admiration: Jianghu, oh Jianghu, where is there a fool?

The eight hundred people present were each craftier than monkeys endowed with fur.

As everyone exchanged pleasantries, the Water Cloud Sky Fruit in the sky started taking shape.

The petals withered visibly while a rounded fruit gradually formed.

The fragrance slowly faded.

Yet no one left.

All knew the fragrance released at the moment of ripeness would be the strongest surge, offering the final benefits one could seize!

Who would miss this?

This was the power of Divine Sense!

With all eyes on it, the petals completely withered, revealing a round fruit suspended amidst a cluster of water clouds.

However, the sharp-eyed could see.

The energy of the water cloud was visibly being absorbed, channeling into the fruit.

The cloud was shrinking.

Everyone understood that once this water cloud faded, the Water Cloud Sky Fruit would ripen...

Finally.

Under the eager gaze of over eight hundred people, the last wisp of the water cloud vanished into the fruit.

The fruit turned bright red, almost transparent.

It hung quietly in the air.

Seemingly tethered by vines to heaven and earth.

Fang Che immediately commanded: "Little Jiao!"

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon moved silently, invisibly away.

Two breaths later.

A rich fragrance suddenly blanketed a hundred miles. The Water Cloud Sky Fruit radiated bright light abruptly.

"It’s ripe!"

Jiang Shangyun exclaimed with envy.

Everyone congratulated in unison, "Lord Yan, please! Congratulations to Lord Yan on obtaining this heavenly Spirit Fruit, advancing her cultivation!"

Yan Beihan casually waved her hand in thanks, peacefully strolling beneath the fruit, eyes filled with smile, quietly waiting.

With no competitors.

It was already hers.

Showing eagerness now would be inappropriate, leaving a tarnish on her image.

In the air, the fruit swayed slightly.

Then, it began to fall.

A subtle smile appeared on Yan Beihan’s face behind the mask.

It was a calm self-assurance that everything was under control.

In the entire Wei Wo Zheng Sect, anything Yan Beihan desired, who would dare contend?

She remained still, gracefully extending a delicate, white hand, poised to let the fruit drop into her palm.

Just then, a bizarre occurrence transpired.

The fruit, falling straight down, abruptly veered horizontally only ten centimeters down!

Swishing sound.

It shot across dozens of feet!

The eight hundred below: ???

Did my eyes deceive me?

Yan Beihan reacted first, shouting angrily, "Who?"

Her small white hand quickly retracted, her face turning hot and red. She had poised herself to receive it, only for the fruit to vanish?

Rage boiled within her like a raging storm, releasing a sharp screech.

Her long sword unsheathed, her body vaulted.

But the fruit had already darted into the mountain’s grassy walls with a swoosh.

An instant later, a black figure sprang up, spitting a mouthful of blood into the air.

Blood Burning Skill!

"Thanks for guarding the fruit for me!"

As these words rang out, the figure shot up hundreds of feet.

"Fire!"

Yan Beihan nearly spat blood, giving an order. A rain of hidden weapons soared like a storm, while she ascended, glowing brilliantly, transforming into a dragon in the sky!

However, the black figure, already fast, executed the Blood Burning Skill, and had already scaled the mountain peak, disappearing!

"What scoundrel! Kill him!"

Everyone followed Yan Beihan in hot pursuit...

Scanning the surroundings, the mountain felt silent, vegetation soundless.

Everywhere seemed void of the black-clad figure.

Vanished!

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yan Beihan stood atop the mountain, her chest heaving, hatred in her eyes almost tangible!

The Water Cloud Sky Fruit she had!

Gone!

This fruit was rumored to ensure endless beauty!

Gone!

Yan Beihan felt her blood boiling, her vision darkened in waves.

Yet she forcefully contained it, uttering not a word!

Only the ice-cold gaze she emitted felt tangible, intimidating anyone who met it!

Now Yan Beihan emanated an aura of unapproachability, and none dared to provoke, each shrinking back.

Not even daring to breathe audibly.

Yan Beihan’s wrath wasn’t something sub-sect could withstand.

As for offering words of comfort or establishing relations? Not even worth contemplating.

Whoever tries perishes!

Didn’t they see that mistress exploding with fury?

Yan Beihan was indeed livid.

And utterly embarrassed!

So many eyes bore witness to her humiliation! The assured prize, now... gone. Moreover, the perpetrator escaped!

For the first time in her life.

Yan Beihan felt slapped repetitively on both cheeks, thrown back and forth.

The right goes to left, the left rotates to right.

No one dared to leave, move, or speak.

Breath held, they listened to Yan Beihan’s hurried breathing.

Not a sound dared escape their lips.

"That person just now... did anyone get a look?" Yan Beihan’s voice was ice-cold.

Everyone exchanged glances; it was Jiang Shangyun who spoke with a cough, "Seemed like... that rascal courting death outside, the Big Beard. The one who killed one of our Moon Demon Sect members outside."

He was the Moon Demon Sect’s Young Master, closest to Fang Che’s Yixin Sect group, standing in the front row.

Fang Che had been brazenly grandstanding when facing Jiang Shangyun directly.

Thus, he was recognized clearly.

And the impression of the Big Beard was profoundly ingrained.

Because it was Fang Che, the Yixin Sect’s Big Beard, Jiang Shangyun most yearned to kill!

"It really was him! That thousand-blade damned bastard! Should die a hundred times, rotten rascal!"

Yan Beihan clenched her jade-like hand tightly, her knuckles turning completely white, huffing, unable to resist growling lowly, "I damn him..."