Monarch Night
Chapter 231 - 2 I’m Going to be an Official

Chapter 231: Chapter 2 I’m Going to be an Official

One-horned Dragon Horse.

Truly a magnificent steed for thousands of miles.

Galloping along, one day and one night without stopping, it can travel nine thousand miles. And no matter how bumpy the journey, it’s hard to feel it on horseback.

This one-horned Dragon Horse is huge, with a recliner firmly placed on its back, and in front, there’s a hard wooden screen to shield against the dust.

Sitting on it, lowering the wooden screen, one can sleep all the way to Baiyun State.

"Brother Sun, how is this horse?" Wang Weihan asked with a proud smile.

Sun Yuan was dumbfounded: "This, this, this..."

Wang Weihan personally went forward and opened the dust cover: "Brother Sun, please mount the horse. For this journey, please take care."

Sun Yuan lamented inwardly, this Miss Wang’s two guards obviously have higher cultivation than me. How could I possibly get rid of them along the way?

How can I protect Yemo?

Seeing Wang Weihan’s smiling face, Sun Yuan suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of crisis completely envelop him.

Like a Heaven and Earth Net, leaving no escape.

...

Fang Che found an opportunity and naturally broke through to the Ninth Grade General Level.

With the aid of the Water Cloud Sky Fruit, Fang Che was amazed at how much his cultivation had increased during this period.

Moreover, the Spiritual Power in his Dantian was gradually undergoing transformation.

This was also the reason he had delayed his breakthrough, as he felt that by compressing and controlling it without breaking through, the Spiritual Power in his Dantian, as it kept infusing the Dantian, was indeed transitioning towards vaporization.

And the power of the Water Cloud Sky Fruit had played the most significant role during this time.

From breaking through to the Eighth Grade General Level in the God Gu Mysterious Realm to now, nearly twenty days had passed.

And the mist-like Spiritual Energy in the Dantian had even formed a thin layer.

But on this day, he could not resist the breakthrough any longer.

Because the Spiritual Power was swelling, Fang Che even felt that he could break through to the Ninth Grade with just a fart.

So he found a quiet time, focused entirely, and broke through to experience the feeling of the Ninth Grade General Level.

With a slight vibration, Fang Che felt a portal opening somewhere inside him, and the power of the Ninth Grade General Level instantly filled his body from the breakthrough point.

Feeling the abundant power, Fang Che closed his eyes to carefully feel it.

"The power only increased by about half, the amplification isn’t very large..."

Fang Che was a bit disappointed: "Indeed, these small levels newly delineated within the Innate class provide such benefits. Just opening the Spiritual Energy gate of a small meridian."

"Let’s compress the Spiritual Energy first and strive to break through to the Marshal Level when the mist is dense in the Dantian."

Fang Che made up his mind.

Then Fang Che felt inconvenienced everywhere, so he went to find Li Changkong to ask for a few days off.

"What’s up again?"

Li Changkong was puzzled.

"Last time, the maid went home with me, and then I went to Tiandu and came straight back, but the maid didn’t come over, and everything feels inconvenient. I’m going to bring her back."

Li Changkong’s face twisted: "Even those young masters of the Super Family don’t enjoy life as much as you do."

"Ahem, just a habit."

"Get lost! When you come back, you have to take at least ten moves from me; if you can’t, you know the consequences!"

"Instructor, just say you want to hit me."

"Heh..."

Li Changkong smiled and then looked serious: "Since you’re here, there’s something I need to talk to you about."

"Please, tell me."

"Follow me."

Li Changkong pulled Fang Che under a tree, making sure no one was around.

Finally, he spoke.

"The Southeast Guardian Headquarters has learned about your participation on the major competition stage at the Tianren Martial Academy. Lord Zhao has voiced significant concerns about the leniency in Baiyun Martial Academy’s management. Mountain Master went to the Southeast for a meeting and was publicly reprimanded at the conference. Mountain Master slammed the table at the meeting, but sanctions against the Academy were issued."

"The Martial Arts Academy received one demerit."

Fang Che asked puzzled: "What’s going on here?"

"Hmm... you don’t need to worry about that, now let’s talk about the decision regarding you."

"Alright."

"The Southeast Guardian Headquarters, seeing your meritorious service, has decided to award and promote you early, giving you a position in the Guardian Hall."

Li Changkong sighed heavily.

Clearly, this is absolutely unfair treatment.

Usually, the earliest appointment would be in the third year, only for those who perform exceptionally well.

But Fang Che is going to start working in the first year.

In the eyes of others, this might be the treatment reserved for a genius of extraordinary caliber, but Li Changkong knows it isn’t.

This is suppression!

Moreover, it’s meant to cut off Fang Che’s path of advancement at the Academy.

The five years at the Academy aren’t just about killing time; there are significant advancements over time in every aspect.

But if he goes to the Guardian Hall, he will be stuck dealing with trivial matters every day.

He could only return to the academy like Wu Zhibing and others when there are major events requiring senior students’ involvement.

But Wu Zhibing and others have done their groundwork thoroughly, and how long has Fang Che been accumulating?

And if Fang Che goes to the Guardian Hall, wouldn’t he just fall under their jurisdiction to be molded as they see fit?

Gao Qingyu and others expressed strong opposition to this decision!

Fang Che had just restored the Academy’s honor and achieved huge recognition and was even personally awarded a banner by the Mountain Master of Tianren Martial Academy.

Therefore, Mountain Master Gao Qingyu proudly praised Fang Che during the conference.

And boasted of the benefits Baiyun Martial Academy received because of it.

Yet now they want to drive Fang Che out of the Academy?

Gao Qingyu felt like slapping himself in the face and it was swollen. He had been clashing with the Southeast Headquarters daily over this during this period.

But their resoluteness to enforce this decision remained unchanged.

Baiyun Martial Academy, being a subordinate unit, couldn’t change the high-level decision.

Li Changkong felt a heartache as if being twisted by a knife!

"While you’re home this time, take a few days to relax. No hurry to come back."

Li Changkong patted Fang Che’s shoulder, saying: "When you return to the Academy, Instructor Bing and others and I will have everything ready to make up for your lessons."

Fang Che was moved deep inside.

Li Changkong and others didn’t know anything.

Yet instinctively, they protected their student.

They believed their student wasn’t a bad person.

With all their efforts, they were making the greatest effort for their student’s life.

What if someday, my real identity is exposed as someone from the Demon Sect? What kind of blow would these four instructors suffer?

With this thought, Fang Che didn’t dare think further.

Lowering his head, he said: "Then, student bids farewell."

"Go."

...

Fang Che arrived at Old Man Shen’s door, burdened with worries.

The piece of Divine Power Essence had been in his possession for days. But he hadn’t found a reason to give it to Old Man Shen.

Old Man Shen had said he knew very well these things only existed in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

They didn’t exist on the Continent anymore.

So Fang Che didn’t know how to give it to him.

If Old Man Shen asked, how did you get this?

Where did you get it from?

How would he explain?

Any lie wouldn’t work!

Ninth lord, Ninth lord, you really should have left me a way to contact you. Handing this over to Dongfang Sansan, and then through Dongfang Sansan to Old Man Shen, would be the best way.

But Fang Che also understood that Dongfang Sansan wouldn’t change his decision for this trivial matter.

Because if he had a Communication Jade to connect with the higher-ups from this side, it would always increase the risk of exposure for Fang Che. Because it’s soul-bound!

And such soul communication has fluctuations!

Such fluctuations can easily be identified by anyone from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

So how could Dongfang Sansan make such a mistake?

Old Man Shen came out, cursing with a smile: "Damn kid, why are you loitering around my door? Acting like a worried little old man. Get in here and talk!"

Fang Che suppressed his complex feelings and walked in.

He decided to find another opportunity.

If he took it out now and Old Man Shen didn’t understand its origin, he would probably choose to die rather than use it.

And if he found out Fang Che was actually from the Demon Sect, then...

Old Man Shen might just die of anger on the spot.

Inside, Fang Che put down the wine he was carrying, chatted for a while, and then mentioned he was going home for a few days.

"Why haven’t you been around these days?" Old Man Shen puzzled.

"I’ll be around even less in the future."

Fang Che smiled: "Take care, Old Master. I’m going out to take up a post soon. I’ll kill lots of Demon Sect people and bring you a piece of Divine Power Essence!"

Old Man Shen was bending over to get a kettle, but upon hearing this, he froze, slowly turned back, and incredulously asked: "A post? What position?"

Fang Che smiled: "It’s because my Merit Points are sufficient and even exceeded. So... the Guardian Hall might let me start my job early. Master Shen, I’ll be an official."

"An official."

Old Man Shen sat down on the edge of the bed in a daze, his eyes unblinking for a while.

After a long pause, he asked softly: "Who told you this?"

"Instructor Li told me. It should be soon."

Fang Che replied.

A surge of anger suddenly erupted.

Old Man Shen widened his eyes, seemingly about to explode.

Yet he didn’t explode, standing still, lost in thought.

Then.

Old Man Shen’s expression gradually darkened.

In an instant, he seemed to have aged several decades.

He didn’t speak for a long time.

After a long silence, he said: "You should go back first, have fun on your journey. Spend more time with your family when you’re home."

"Mm, mm."

Fang Che agreed repeatedly.

"I heard your maid is nice, bring her for me to see. I think you’re of age; if the girl is decent, I’d shamelessly play the matchmaker for your marriage."

Old Man Shen said slowly.

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Che was both amused and exasperated.

"Go, remember to bring her over for me to see." Old Man Shen insisted.

"Okay, take care of yourself, Master. I’ve arranged with the tavern to send you four jars of wine every month. Too much of it isn’t good for the body, so take care of your health."

Fang Che advised.

"Get lost! Who needs wine! What wine! Am I just after wine?"

Old Man Shen suddenly became furious, with reddened eyes, and drove Fang Che out: "Go! Just go!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

Fang Che apologized repeatedly.

But Old Man Shen, having lost his wits, drove him out.