Monarch Night
Chapter 241 - 12 Return to Baiyun State [Additional - 2 for Alliance Hierarch of Qingyun]

Chapter 241: Chapter 12 Return to Baiyun State [Additional Chapter 2 for Alliance Hierarch of Qingyun]

"From now on, work harder at home. When I’m not around, buy a young maid to do the chores and raise your cultivation as soon as possible!"

"Otherwise... what’s waiting for us is just death."

Fang Che’s voice was low, obviously carrying a heavy heart.

Ye Meng felt a great relief, quickly agreeing, "Yes, sir."

Fang Che pondered for a moment, then said, "The pursuers should have left by now, they won’t find this place. With such heavy snow... We should leave too."

After checking the sealed entrance on the other side, Fang Che sealed it again with a large stone.

Only then did the two leave the cave.

They still traveled through the underground Tongyou Spring, breaking through the ice surface to emerge onto the snowy ground.

Gazing at the spring.

Fang Che wondered what could be buried beneath that nourished such a Tongyou Spring.

Though it seemed faint, there must be a reason.

But thinking that disturbing it might ruin this hiding place was a pity, so he left it alone.

During that day and night.

The One Horned Flood Dragon returned to its old haunts, very excited, rousing its companions who were either hibernating or not, showing off its strength after leaving, and then reinforced its followers’ toxins.

It also nurtured a new batch of followers.

This side’s defenses could be said to be very well in place.

Putting aside such thoughts, he walked in the snow with Ye Meng.

They walked in silence.

It was still snowing.

It was light for a moment, then grew heavy again, alternating once more.

"This much snow, lasting for so long; it hasn’t happened in our region for many years," Ye Meng finally unleashed her full cultivation potential, feeling extremely joyful.

I can finally live openly under the daylight—such was this feeling.

Fang Che looked at the silver-white world, giving a faint smile, "Perhaps because my master passed away."

Ye Meng grumbled internally.

A Great Demon, what does his death have to do with the weather?

Yet she sighed, "What a pity for Master Sun, such a good person..."

Fang Che remained silent throughout the journey and soon returned to where they encountered Sun Yuan yesterday. All around, countless large trees were broken.

Fang Che gazed blankly.

Then he began to dig through the snow on the ground.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn’t find the body.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a leg bone on one side.

Fang Che’s body trembled slightly, his lips pressed tight.

He then widened his search area.

Finally.

Piece by piece, the bones were reassembled, some seemingly shattered violently into fragments.

Not a trace of flesh and blood remained.

Fang Che patiently searched.

Finally.

Standing before Sun Yuan’s remains, he shouted sternly, "Where’s the head?! Where’s Master’s head?!"

The entire area within a hundred yards had been scoured.

But they couldn’t find Sun Yuan’s head, dead or alive.

Where could the head have gone?

Fang Che felt a surge of anger from within.

In an instant, his hair stood on end.

But he said nothing, simply removing his large cloak and carefully wrapping Sun Yuan’s remains.

Just some bones.

In life, he was a tall man.

But in death, he was just this small bundle in the wrapping.

He slung the package on his back.

Fang Che planned to bury it in the Sun Family’s Ancestral Tomb. But before that, there was still the matter of finding Sun Yuan’s head.

The head couldn’t just vanish like that.

It couldn’t have been shattered either.

If shattered, there would surely be traces left.

Then it surely had been taken by those people.

As for why those people would take Sun Yuan’s head, Fang Che could easily guess: it was to force him out, to remove any potential threat.

Therefore, those people must be in Baiyun State.

Standing in the snowstorm with the package, Fang Che.

Looked into the distance.

That was the direction of Baiyun State.

Through clenched teeth, he growled, "This really is... a path to heaven you refuse to walk...!!"

"Let’s go! To Baiyun State!"

Fang Che’s face was cold.

He slightly altered his appearance. In such a big snowstorm, even with a slight change in looks, wearing a hood that covered half his face, even if he met them, he might not be recognized.

But Fang Che changed his appearance a little more.

Because at this juncture, he couldn’t risk anything!

Quickly moving through the snowstorm.

As they were about to reach Baiyun State, the snow miraculously stopped.

However, on flat ground, the snow was four feet deep.

It had already caused a massive snow disaster, and for ordinary poor families, this heavy snow was simply a cataclysmic havoc!

Outside the gates of Baiyun State City, tents for disaster relief had already been set up.

Various colors, one after another.

Countless elderly and children, shivering cold, their faces filled with despair and sorrow, headed toward the disaster relief area to get a meal.

Perhaps, they could survive.

With a cold, hard expression, Fang Che walked toward the city gate.

But then he ordered, "Ye Meng."

"Yes."

"After we return, take one million taels of our silver, send it to the City Guardian Mansion, and help the disaster victims."

"This... Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Ye Meng suddenly felt a rush of joy, feeling quite gratified.

Has Fang Che finally shown his humanity?

Could it be a prodigal turning back?

Was he stirred by Sun Yuan’s death?

"There’s no need to leave a name."

Fang Che said, "This way, later when I kill someone, it might feel better in my heart, after all, today I at least saved tens of thousands of people."

"..."

Ye Meng was speechless inside.

You donated just for peace of mind when you kill in the future?

These people’s lives were saved by me, so killing them doesn’t matter, because without me, they would’ve died a long time ago. Is that it?

A Demon remains a Demon!

The dog can’t stop itself from eating shit.

Ye Meng was speechless and cursed internally, following Fang Che as they neared the city gates.

But Fang Che suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He lifted his head, looking at the direction of the city wall.

Ye Meng was startled, then followed and looked up.

She saw on top of the high city wall, a sword gleaming.

A human head was nailed to the city wall by this sword.

The person’s head was glaring angrily, covered in frost, hair disheveled, yet revealing a clear face.

The sword was pierced through the person’s mouth.

All the way into the city wall!

Ye Meng felt a chill run through her entire body.

This head.

Belonged to Sun Yuan!

Sun Yuan was killed, his head gone, only to be taken here and displayed!

No, not displayed.

But... impaled!

Below, a white cloth with words written in blood: Demon Sect’s demon race Sun Yuan!

At this moment, even Ye Meng’s heart surged with fury.

What kind of deep-seated hatred justifies such an act?!

She and Fang Che were both of General Level, with such keen eyesight.

From afar, they saw it clearly and distinctly.

That sword was Sun Yuan’s personal sword during his lifetime!

Flying Sky Blade!

The wind had stopped, the snow cleared, a bleak sun hung overhead.

Under the severe cold, Sun Yuan’s head remained unchanged. Only frost covered it, forming an icy layer.

You could clearly see Sun Yuan’s furious expression, eyes wide, facial muscles twisted, mouth agape as if roaring.

Snow-bright long sword, penetrating through the mouth.

A gust of wind blew, slightly waving his disheveled hair, frozen by snow and ice, unable to flutter.

But Sun Yuan’s head remained unmoved.

Just staring fiercely at this vast world.

The expression would never change again.

Fang Che felt a severe twitch in his heart.

At that moment, the pain was anguish that cut to his bone, as if embedded in his marrow.

Yet his face showed no expression.

He touched the package on his back.

Then moved into the city with the surging crowd.

Ye Meng’s beauty was clearly memorable, and at the sight of this young girl, a guard smiled.

"Mr. Fang has returned."

"Returned."

Fang Che’s appearance had only changed slightly, enough for those familiar to recognize him, albeit he looked rather haggard.

"This journey has clearly worn you out."

"This snow-laden road, try walking on it for days and see how you don’t become worn out."

"Hahaha... of course, it would wear you out."

Fang Che laughed heartily, saying, "Returning this time, we have some new scenery."

He pointed, saying, "There’s an extra head, huh. Which great hero did this? Demon Sect demon race, tsk tsk..."

The guard laughed, "We really don’t know about this... Suddenly there was an extra head, and it turns out to be a demon race from the Demon Sect. Shangguan thought it must be the work of some big figure, and since there were no directives from above, they left it hanging as a warning to the world."

Fang Che laughed heartily, saying, "Not bad, not bad. Demon Sect’s demon race should be dealt with like this! Show the public the fate of those who are with the Demon Sect."

"Exactly, exactly!"

After a few words, verified their road guide, the two entered the city.

All along the way, Fang Che remained calm as usual.

With no signs of disturbance.

But Ye Meng, who was with him, knew that Fang Che’s heart was definitely not as peaceful as his face showed.

Yet he managed to control all his emotions, speaking when appropriate, laughing when needed, his smile warm and clear, voice loud and clear.

All the way back to Scholar Residence.

He didn’t even have his eyes reddened once.

Entering Scholar Residence, he placed the package on the offering stand.

Then he urged Ye Meng, "Quickly, we haven’t been back for several days, clean up a bit. Start the stove and sweep the floor, it’s covered with snow. Then go cook."

Then he personally wiped down the weapons.

Clearing a space.

Only then did he shake off the snow, steaming with warmth, and walked into the living room.

He picked up the package and entered the study.

Closing the door.

Only then did Fang Che’s expression suddenly calm down.

He placed Sun Yuan’s bones on the window-side recliner.

When cultivating previously, if Sun Yuan was present, he would lie on this chair, swinging his legs, basking in the sun, looking content.

"Before leaving you said you’d make me a Second Generation Demon..."

Fang Che sighed at the package, "And now you’ve returned like this. Your head got chopped off; what do you have to say for yourself, being a demon? Shouldn’t you have been selfish? Shouldn’t you have pushed me out to block the blade and escape yourself?"

The black package lay on the recliner, its weight pressing down, gently rocking the chair.

As if Sun Yuan lay there.

Speaking to Fang Che with a cheerful face.

"We, demon sect people, are selfish, only seeking security. At life and death moments, betraying those around for safety is commonplace..."

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