Monarch Night
Chapter 193 - 151: The Yixin Sect’s Best Killer

Chapter 193: Chapter 151: The Yixin Sect’s Best Killer

The black bear in the cave groaned as it got up. Its fur had fallen off and grown back several times, looking clean. It eagerly headed to the pond.

After washing up, Fang Che swiftly left.

The black bear didn’t enter the pond directly; instead, it sniffed around, reached the spot where Fang Che had just bathed, and drank the water ravenously.

It didn’t mind the dirt.

What Fang Che expelled from his body was filth to him but a supreme treasure to the black bear.

It drank until its belly could hold no more before stopping.

It hummed and hawed as it started cleaning itself.

A spark of intelligence began to shine in its little eyes.

When will the good man return?

I need to go back and clean the cave...

Now that I’m a spiritual beast, I can’t stand the smell of a toilet...

No wonder no other bear has approached me for so long; it turns out I’m too unhygienic...

...

In the dense forest.

Fang Che slashed twice with his sword.

A red spot appeared on the throat of a General Level warrior, who died a sudden death.

The Five Spirits Gu rushed up to consume.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon sprang out to absorb...

Fang Che traveled, practiced cultivation, and killed as he went, leaving a mountain of corpses in his wake.

He traversed over two thousand miles, leaving over a hundred souls dead by his sword.

For a genius like Fang Che, advancing from the fifth grade to the sixth grade Martial General was undoubtedly a multiple-level leap. A seventh-grade genius Martial General could initially defeat him, but now he could slay them in two moves!

Sweeping through like the God of Killing had descended.

Among the other General Levels here, perhaps some harbored thoughts of forming connections when they got out, killing those with low cultivation, and maybe even befriending those with similar cultivation...

But Fang Che had no such concerns!

Befriend?

Old-fashioned!

Foolish!

Naïve!

Damn, I’m just worried I haven’t killed enough.

In several days of continuous battles, he faced danger three times. Once, when encountering a General Level dressed in black, they clashed once, and Fang Che was sent flying, realizing he was outmatched, he used the force of the blow to flee instantly. The other two encounters were from Yan Beihan.

This woman pursued Fang Che like a madwoman, and once, even after Fang Che used the Blood Burning Skill to escape, this woman’s Sword Qi left a hole in his calf.

"Too fierce." Fang Che thought as he fled. This woman’s swordsmanship was at an extremely high level.

Better keep a low profile from now on.

On the bright side, along the way, he encountered seven or eight General Levels from the Yixin Sect. They were quite familiar with Fang Che, known as the ’guy looking for death outside,’ recognizing him as one of their own.

As soon as greetings were exchanged, Fang Che attacked without hesitation, killing them easily.

This was the main task Yin Shen Palace had taught him.

When I kill people from the Yixin Sect, I’m contributing to the Sect Hierarch.

When I kill the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s people, I’m paving the way for the Sect Hierarch!

Damn, I’m a loyal servant of the Yixin Sect!

As Fang Che continued, figures appeared ahead.

Fang Che vaguely recognized one of the faces as someone from the Yixin Sect, so he shouted: "Who goes there?!"

Opposite, six people instantly concealed themselves then turned to look.

Indeed, they were from the Yixin Sect.

Seeing that iconic bushy beard, the Yixin Sect Generals were somewhat delighted and greeted him.

"You’re still alive!"

"Man, you’re lucky."

"How many have you taken out?"

Fang Che smiled: "How many have you taken out?"

"Not much, maybe seventeen or eighteen," one said proudly.

"I’ve only taken out seven or eight. Nowhere near you."

"Me too, eleven or twelve."

"Breaking into the rankings this time seems tough."

The six of them sighed together.

Fang Che sighed along with them: "Since coming in, everyone has been targeting me, it’s annoying. Haven’t killed many and nearly got killed several times."

The six laughed: "With the way you are outside, even we wanted to hit you, let alone others."

"True, I miscalculated."

Fang Che sighed.

The six approached with a laugh: "But you, kid, are bold and ruthless, um... may I ask your name? When we get out, we’ll keep in touch..."

"My name is..."

Fang Che’s sword was unsheathed instantly, gleaming coldly, the Blood Spirit Seven Swords.

He launched five moves at once!

The sword light was fierce in an instant.

The killing aura was overwhelming.

Pu pu pu pu pu pu...

The six were simultaneously pierced by the sword, looking at Fang Che with shock, anger, and despair, as blood gushed from their bodies.

Some from the chest, others from the throat, others from the forehead, others from the back of the head...

All were fatal points.

Killing so many people at once, Fang Che no longer had confidence in maintaining ’No Blood on the Blade’; it was a full-force attack, focused on killing.

Technique... sorry to the Sect Hierarch’s teachings this time.

The leader grasped his throat unwillingly, making gargling sounds as he looked at Fang Che: "You... you even kill your own..."

Fang Che kicked him away: "Who’s your own?! This is the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan. You still think of allies after entering, your death is not unjustified!"

The Five Spirits Gu flew out.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon darted out.

The six of them fell, faces full of shock and anger but already devoid of breath.

Fang Che was in a killing frenzy.

His eyes were red with slaughter.

The feeling of cultivation improving while killing was just too exhilarating.

Especially encountering people from the Yixin Sect, even more so.

Killing them was extremely smooth, almost effortless. Basically, just one sneak attack finished the job.

After some thought, Fang Che decided to reveal the Yixin Sect emblem he had hidden.

Come on, team up with me!

Fellow brothers of the Yixin Sect!

Let me send you to the West!

By the time Fang Che rushed back to the gorge where he obtained the Water Cloud Sky Fruit, he had taken out seventy-nine members from just the Yixin Sect.

The Five Spirits Gu had now grown larger.

Jet black and shiny, full of energy.

...

This place was like a small world.

With over a hundred thousand people thrown in, it was like a hundred thousand needles tossed into the sea.

No pure daylight, no absolute darkness, always a twilight near dark kind of scene; foggy, gloomy.

Within the jungle, the light was even dimmer.

Countless small hills, jungles, ravines, cliffs...

Created a complete slaughter map!

An assassination terrain!

Numerous shadowy corners were ambushed with people, and even underground had people lurking, waiting for prey.

In the dimness, a shadow flew into the dense forest.

Without a sound, sword light flashed.

Then blood splattered, a rustling struggle, and then silence.

A Heavenly God Sect expert flew over a seemingly safe open marsh when sword light suddenly shot up from the marsh, slicing him in two midair.

Then blade and sword lights flashed around, with the one in the marsh never even emerging before being slain.

A spot of blood rose in the marsh water.

Some, thirsty, searched for water and were hunted near the source. Others were simply poisoned in the water and slaughtered.

Others simply got bitten by poisonous insects while eating.

More naturally died in mutual battles.

As time went on, the slaughter became increasingly frenzied.

This small world held deadly pitfalls at every moment, every place.

Almost no wounded!

All injured, especially seriously, were tracked down and killed shortly after injury.

In this place, being injured meant death!

Fang Che became increasingly cautious, as with time, only the top experts survived.

Not only did they possess extraordinary combat abilities, but each was also astonishingly vigilant to an outrageous degree.

Fang Che could fully imagine how smooth their journey through the Jianghu would be after surviving here.

Each of these individuals was a genius.

Survivors still fighting in this small world, compared to the so-called ’ordinary martial artist’ on the continent, each could cross-level combat.

A Seventh Rank warrior could even hunt Ninth Grade, or even a Marshal Level! And face them head-on!

Baiyun Martial Academy’s instructors and those from Yin Shen Palace had commented on Fang Che: he could fight across levels, even cross four levels!

For example, at Sixth Rank, he could, with full effort, battle a First Grade Marshal Level.

But that referred to ’ordinary Marshal Levels.’

For the current Fang Che, dealing with General Level demons still alive in this world, at Sixth Rank, he could fight up to Eighth Grade.

Reaching Ninth Grade, Fang Che would typically not be a match.

Moreover, encountering someone like Yan Beihan, equal at Sixth Rank, Fang Che could only manage to defeat but not slay.

Unless he risked severe injury.

But in such a place, how could Fang Che dare get hurt?

Merely, among those Fang Che managed to kill, those with spiritual pets or beasts capable of accurately sensing bloodshed numbered already at six! Who knew how many more were there?

The spiritual pets raised by this lot were almost a template: small, subtle, odorless, extremely toxic, and fast!

In short, the more insidious and ruthless, the better.

"No wonder it’s called the Demon Sect!"

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon flew all over the place outside.

Collecting and absorbing spiritual soul aura as it went, and scouting for Fang Che.

His Golden Horned Flood Dragon was practically one of a kind in the world.

Who could anticipate ghostly actions accompanying it?

But the Golden Horned Flood Dragon’s current capability stopped there.

Helping Fang Che directly in battle might take years.

But creating disruption, blowing a breath of Yin Qi, it could manage.

For this phase, the contribution was significant.

The blade skimmed the neck of a Heavenly God Sect expert as Fang Che quickly disappeared.

The Five Spirits Gu went by itself to absorb.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon circled imperceptibly atop a tree.

Just in battle, the Golden Horned Flood Dragon had blown a breath of Yin Qi at the person’s neck.

Only then did Fang Che deliver a one-cut kill.

"Damn hard!"

Fang Che now felt that his prior thought of killing everyone participating was such a childish notion.

Even with fifteen thousand pigs...

Probably couldn’t kill them all.

The guy just now, Fang Che had encountered three times, having escaped the first two. He was one of the key figures leading this force of the Heavenly God Sect.

"People are getting fewer."

Fang Che felt a bit melancholy.