Monarch Night
Chapter 199 - 157: Then I Thank You

Chapter 199: Chapter 157: Then I Thank You

"I can naturally see it. That’s the Blood Spirit Seven Swords from the Yinshen Palace."

Ling Kong mused, "It seems this boy must be the inheritor of the Yinshen Palace. They’ve given him the entire set of the Blood Spirit Seven Swords. It appears they have high hopes for this kid."

"Yixin Sect is just ranked a bit lower," Lu Yuan said heavily.

"No worries, those are all the favors the Yinshen Palace could offer."

Ling Kong said, "Although the Yinshen Palace has worked hard, and their people are fierce and cunning, back then they reportedly relied on the logistics department. You know, once the logistics department reaches a certain high position, it basically can’t help much anymore. And the Yinshen Palace was raised by these people; so on their sect’s side, they regard him as just average. You understand."

"Understood."

"As the Yinshen Palace took one step at a time, when he realized the problem himself and then tried to mend relations with Vice Sect Master Chen, it was already too late. Although efforts were made to make up for it over the years, the Yinshen Palace’s prospects aren’t looking great."

"Moreover, I heard an analysis that the Yinshen Palace doesn’t want to come to headquarters. He knows with his cultivation ability and connections, coming to headquarters would at best make him an errand boy, so he just wants to be leisurely and one of the heroes in a smaller domain."

"But this Yemo is different. Yemo has our War Hall’s support, so as long as he doesn’t die, surpassing the Yinshen Palace is a sure thing. And Yinshen Palace is the one who initially cultivated Yemo. At a critical moment, when they know their future isn’t promising, they’re likely to be happy to hand over the baton, taking a step back... and afterwards, they can bask in Yemo’s glory..."

Ling Kong analyzed carefully and said, "So in the future... Yixin Sect has a lot of potential."

Lu Yuan pondered and said, "If the plan laid out by our Leader goes smoothly, how many years do you estimate it will take to reach that step you’ve talked about?"

Ling Kong furrowed his brows, thinking and calculating, hesitantly said after a while, "Between thirty and sixty years? What do you think, Lu Yuan?"

Lu Yuan shook his head, "About right... perhaps even earlier. Yemo is now at the General Level and has eaten the Water Cloud Sky Fruit. When he’s out, he can basically reach the Marshal Level. Once he becomes a Marshal, things will progress rapidly. Within two years, he will be a Marquis, reach King in five years; definitely become Emperor Level in ten years. Monarch Level in twenty years, and taking one more step after thirty-five years, he can touch the position of Sect Master or Vice Sect Hierarch of a subordinate sect..."

"If everything goes well, the prediction from our Leader should not be too far off."

"And as for us... by that time, we should also be above the Monarch Level, and at that level is when the struggles between our group are the fiercest."

"Yemo will be just powerful enough to make a contribution!"

Ling Kong’s eyes were bright with excitement.

"Not necessarily."

Lu Yuan said, "Leader, you overlooked the fact that we still have some time to be stationed down below."

"Right, right, I forgot about that,"

Ling Kong patted his forehead.

But his expression was already full of excitement.

Fang Che returned after killing someone, saw the two looking like they had just conspired, and couldn’t help but smile, wiping the sword as he said, "Plotting some new shady business?"

After being together for a few days, everyone spoke casually now.

Ling Kong angrily said, "What shady things are you talking about? We are planning the future for you, kid! You really don’t appreciate good intentions."

"Yo!"

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Hearing you say so, I just realized that our Wei Wo Zheng Sect actually still has good people in it."

"Damn it! The way you’re saying it!"

The others all laughed.

Then, they pushed forward all the way.

In just seven days, Fang Che had used up all the Soul Devouring Fragrance.

So he considered the two segments he had given Ling Kong, but Ling Kong stubbornly refused to return them.

"You actually have the nerve to ask for back what you’ve already given, do you have any sense of decency?"

"What decency do we Wei Wo Zheng Sect people need?"

"Damn, what you’re saying is treacherous! You can’t just blurt out the truth!"

"Aren’t there no outsiders here? When I talk to our Sect Leader, it’s always about how wise and mighty he is, ruling the Jianghu."

"Hahaha... damn, does even the Yinshen Palace deserve such words?"

"..."

Ling Kong ultimately didn’t give in, "In just these seven days, you’ve already taken out over 2,600 people with your men, how much more do you want?"

"The more, the better,"

Fang Che grinned, "If I can be the first, that would be the best."

"Keep going, keep going!"

"Alright."

The six of them were exhausted. Upon hearing this, each of them was as grief-stricken as if in mourning.

This guy could run, find, kill, and poison—just way too diligent.

Looking at him, he seems eager to be killing every single second.

The Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan has been going on for so long, and as legend has it... in the later stages, there are hardly any continued frenzy of killing.

And all these years, Yemo is the only oddball to emerge!

Looking at this guy’s enthusiasm, he practically wants to kill everyone!

Too ruthless!

...

At this moment.

Outside.

People were gathering in groups.

Some even started a gambling pool.

Betting.

"Headquarters doesn’t count, only betting on who from the subordinate sects can take first place!"

The Sect Leaders were enthusiastically placing their bets, and the stakes were not small.

This has almost become a traditional event. After all, during this period, these Sect Leaders have nothing else to do here besides drinking and networking.

This is their remaining entertainment.

"Sect Leader, who are we betting on?"

Qian Sanjiang asked, "Bet on ourselves?"

Yin Shen Palace rolled his eyes, "Betting on ourselves — even if we win, I’d be happier losing."

Qian Sanjiang also sighed.

Yeah, among 256 Ren Zhongyuan people, only one belongs to the Yinshen Palace.

The ratio makes one feel like banging their head against the wall.

And this lone seedling incited public wrath before even going in.

Recalling this, Yin Shen Palace felt infuriated, face darkened, "This little punk Yemo, damn it, if he comes out alive this time, if I don’t break his legs and beat him so bad he can’t get up for half a year, I’m not called the Yinshen Palace!"

"What nonsense did this little bastard pull? Before even going in, he managed to offend everyone, isn’t he just courting death?!"

"I already told him, the ones coming here are basically General Level seven, eight, nine... and he’s just a General Level five, damn it, just like Jun Wu showing off in front of the General Levels!"

When talking about Yemo, Yin Shen Palace is full of endless complaints.

A face of utter frustration, "Damn, this really screwed me over! I painstakingly raised him like a son for so long, and with one act by that brat - gone!"

Qian Sanjiang cautiously said, "Yemo is very smart, he might not necessarily die in there... maybe he’ll come out alive."

"Heh heh..."

Yin Shen Palace leaned back in his chair, looking at Qian Sanjiang with upturned eyes, white eyes fully visible, "Do you really think so?"

Qian Sanjiang sighed as well, fell silent.

"Damn it!"

Yin Shen Palace felt like depression was setting in.

After running around and scrambling to set things up, a temporary fix turned out to be... this!

He now felt completely drained.

Even a little dejected, pessimistic, and desperate.

From his digging around for information, he had pieced together much of what was going on.

Bei Mingxin’s situation on the Ren Zhongyuan side is nearly complete, managing to secure relations with the upper echelons of the Main Sect—the connections are almost all in place.

Currently, they’re just waiting for Ren Zhongyuan to deliver a good result.

As long as one of their General Level emerges, if Ren Zhongyuan’s people can get a spot in the top ten, that’s enough!

The best result for him is to move from this place to a peripheral small sect leader position.

And this has been in planning since the last term!

He was completely unaware of the schemes from above!

Those higher-ups, were they just eating shit, to care so little about me?

Thinking like this, the Yinshen Palace felt even more powerless.

"Damn it!"

Cursed the Yinshen Palace.

"Yinshen Palace!"

The Moon Demon Sect Master walked over, "What the hell are you swearing about? Come on, let’s go bet! Bet on me, I guarantee you’ll win."

The Yinshen Palace forced a smile, "Lucky you! You might have hope for the top ten, but beyond that is unrealistic. And as for first place, you aren’t so fortunate!"

"Then who are you betting on? You have to bet on someone, right?"

Moon Demon Sect Master Jiang Yihe said with an annoyed expression, "This time, our Moon Demon Sect will rise! You know the headquarters won’t compete for first; it’s just the people below competing; my son’s in there, you understand?"

The Yinshen Palace chuckled, "The Fire Demon Sect Master has both his sons in there, it’s not just your son."

"My son is a genius! What do you know?" Jiang Yihe retorted.

The Yinshen Palace languidly said, "Maybe your son is inside and has already turned to dust..."

"Damn your lousy ancestors, Yinshen Palace, what nonsense are you spewing?" Jiang Yihe exploded.

This bastard not only didn’t support him with a few kind words, but actually cursed him!

The Yinshen Palace now truly didn’t care about anything.

As the saying goes, with desire comes misery, but without desire comes strength!

There’s no hope left, so what if he offends you?

Can your Moon Demon Sect actually bite my bird off?

With rolling eyes, he said, "Jiang Yihe, are you daring enough to hit me?"

The Main Sect prohibits any physical altercation here!

Jiang Yihe naturally didn’t dare.

But nothing stopped him from unleashing a tirade.

With unending filth, he verbally lashed out at the Yinshen Palace until all he had left was scorned pride.

The Yinshen Palace lay back lazily, watching Jiang Yihe rant like it was an amusing show, as if it wasn’t him being cursed, with a smile still on his face.

The surrounding Sect Leaders were all glancing over.

"What’s going on, what’s going on?"

Someone came over to mediate. It was the Ice Demon Sect Master, Xue Hun.

"This bastard Yinshen Palace can’t keep his vile mouth shut, spewing foul nonsense, damn it!"

Jiang Yihe was full of indignation.

The Yinshen Palace still half-reclined, spreading out his hands casually, "Did I say something wrong? Right? Sixteen thousand General Levels in there, why would your son survive? If he does, that would be sheer luck! If he doesn’t... that’s normal."

He turned to the gathered Sect Leaders, "Am I right? Am I not making sense?"

Jiang Yihe roared angrily, "I wish all your Yixin Sect General Levels die inside!"

The Yinshen Palace showed a peculiar smile, "Well, I really thank you for that!"