Monarch Night
Chapter 242 - 13 Leave a Seed

Chapter 242: Chapter 13 Leave a Seed

Fang Che’s eyes turned red.

His eyes welled up with mist.

"I damn well thought I would never cry in my life, let alone cry for a demon race person like you!"

"Damn it! It’s not worth it!"

Fang Che sat silently on a stool in front of the lounge chair for a while, then softly said:

"You only know that your disciple’s Cultivating Gu to become a God Plan was at the top. But you didn’t get to see your disciple showcasing his Divine Power before you died."

"You went for the Divine Power Empowerment to enhance your cultivation. After your cultivation improved, you similarly didn’t manage to show your new strength before you died."

"You didn’t manage to do anything in time, not even show off a little bit before you died."

"Tell me, is that a loss for you or not?"

The lounge chair swayed gently.

It seemed Sun Yuan was smiling, saying: "You are my backup plan."

Fang Che smiled: "Yes, I am your backup plan. Rest assured, as long as your family doesn’t cause trouble and lives in peace, I’ll ensure their safety!"

"This backup plan, Sun Yuan, Master, you’ve arranged it very well. You didn’t even know yourself to whom you had given your backup plan. But it was arranged so properly."

Fang Che sat for a long time.

When the lounge chair stopped swaying, he would press it again to make it sway once more.

His eyes were full of reminiscence.

Finally.

"You stay on this lounge chair for a few days. I’ll go find a cold jade box to act as your resting place. So you can show off a bit in the Underworld. It shouldn’t take too long before you can rest in peace."

Fang Che stood up silently.

Walked out of the courtyard.

Now Ye Meng had already cleaned a part of the courtyard.

Fang Che remained silent, with a clang, he drew his sword from its sheath.

The sword light flickered, as he directly started practicing the blade technique.

His body flew up, moving deftly in the air.

The Flying Heaven Saber Technique.

Sun Yuan’s Flying Heaven Saber Technique.

"This is my renowned blade technique, I gained fame in Jianghu with this set of blade techniques, earning the title of Sword King. You mustn’t..."

He remembered this sentence, Sun Yuan seemed not to have finished speaking.

Stunned by himself.

Furthermore, Fang Che, filled with regret, grief, and inexpressible emotions, mixed with deep hatred, practiced this set of blade techniques again.

As if he wanted to let the spirit of Sun Yuan see.

Your blade technique.

I am practicing it.

His mood was calm.

Even stiff.

No thoughts at all, just like an outsider practicing this set of blade techniques. Yet that surging hatred, that monstrous evil qi, swirled along with the hatred...

But just when the Flying Heaven Saber Technique was practiced halfway, Fang Che swung a casual blade ’Blade in the Sky’ upward.

Suddenly, an intense wave of evil qi erupted.

A chilling murderous intent caused Ye Meng, who was tidying up a short distance away, to shiver all over!

Fang Che could clearly feel it.

From that piece of ancient jade, an endless stream of evil qi was being activated by this blade technique.

It was because of the blade technique!

This single slash, its power was simply dozens of times stronger than before! And this was just the beginning!

Subsequently, the energy of this set of blade techniques, how large, how powerful, was simply incalculable now!

Evil qi emerged.

Yet it concentrated without dispersing.

With the blade retracted, the evil qi unexpectedly returned automatically.

Fang Che was taken aback, directly stunned.

This... what’s going on here?

Could it be that Sun Yuan’s set of blade techniques had hidden mysteries?

Withdrawing the blade into contemplation.

Sun Yuan seemed to have once mentioned the origins of the blade technique.

"This set of blade techniques is from a sword manual left by the ancestors. That sword manual, unknown what material it’s made of, no matter what, it couldn’t be damaged, with no words on it."

"Back then, I was young and ignorant, just playing with it. Later I threw it into the fire to burn, only to find little figures on it, as well as a cultivation technique, so I practiced accordingly and naturally became a Sword King."

"Sometimes, in retrospect, I have a feeling of being the Child of Destiny. Later I burned it a few more times, the last few dozen pages stuck together, couldn’t burn apart, wonder what else there was, so I simply gave up. After memorizing the sword technique, I placed it on the home beam..."

"To say, our Sun family, an ordinary household, could produce a Sword King like me, it’s like... our ancestors’ grave emitting blue smoke. Although it’s the demonic path, damn it, in this world, which path isn’t a path?"

"When I return, I’ll bring you the sword manual to see."

Fang Che felt the evil qi.

Contemplating the Flying Heaven Saber Technique.

Couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

Master, you are... perhaps too pleased too soon.

Chosen Son... you truly aren’t one.

It’s like entering a treasure mountain, only to come out with a bar of silver.

"When I send you to rest in peace, I’ll take a look at your sword manual. I’m sure you’d be delighted."

Fang Che silently said.

...

Sun Yuan passed away.

Dongfang Sansan looked at the intelligence report, fell silent for a moment.

"Died a bit early. Originally intended for you to return and help your disciple develop the Yixin Sect’s power in Baiyun State. You should have at least laid some groundwork before dying..."

He sighed: "But with the Demon Sect eager to create hatred, there’s nothing I can do. It’s just a pity that Fang Che will now have to fend for himself in Baiyun State."

He looked at the intelligence report thinking for a long time, places to utilize.

But after thinking for a long time, he still gave up.

"He should handle himself just fine. Not everything should be decided by us; it might be detrimental to him. In the future, just keep suppressing him, create unfair scenarios, further solidify the foundation over there, and then wait for the future."

...

After a night’s rest.

Fang Che went to the Baiyun Martial Academy.

Upon arrival, Li Changkong and others looked at Fang Che with strange eyes.

After all, Sun Yuan’s head being nailed to the city wall was causing quite a stir in Baiyun State, how could Li Changkong and others not know?

Not only did they know, but they also knew that this demon race person was Fang Che’s enlightenment mentor.

And half of the suspicion on Fang Che came from this Flying Sky Saber King Sun Yuan.

Now that Sun Yuan is dead, what’s Fang Che’s reaction?

Li Changkong and others were both worried and somewhat relieved in their hearts.

Relieved that Sun Yuan, this demon race person, is dead and can no longer influence Fang Che.

Worried whether Fang Che can withstand this blow?

Li Changkong and others were confused only on one count: Sun Yuan’s identity question.

Because on the surface, no one knew he was with the Demon Sect, so how was the one who killed Sun Yuan so sure?

While Baiyun Martial Academy was thoroughly investigating Fang Che, Sun Yuan’s identity could not withstand scrutiny, and eventually, through repeated deductions at the Southeast Guardian Headquarters, it was finally confirmed.

However, it was not leaked to the outside, nor was a capture implemented. Because it still had value.

Considering this, the identity of the one who killed Sun Yuan seemed not that simple.

So was the one who killed Sun Yuan really a Guardian? —On this question, Li Changkong held a skeptical attitude!

But that blood-written cloth clearly confirmed, Sun Yuan was killed by a Guardian!

This affair is full of doubts.

"Fang Che, are you okay?" Li Changkong admonished: "Why don’t you rest at home for a few more days?"

"It’s fine, I’ve already told them I’m going to work at the Guardian Hall, the family is very happy, thinking I’ve made something of myself."

Fang Che laughed heartily.

Made something of himself.

These three words were like a needle, piercing Li Changkong and Bing Shangxue’s hearts.

Yes, ordinary Shi Family only knew of his success, and Fang Che, evidently very sensible, didn’t tell the truth to his family.

But Li Changkong and the rest knew.

"Your appointment at the Guardian Hall has been issued."

Bing Shangxue’s eyes reddened, forced a smile: "Baiyun State Guardian Hall, Third level Steward, quite a high rank."

Fang Che laughed: "Wouldn’t I be Lord Fang from now on?"

Li Changkong and Bing Shangxue remained silent.

But other students from ordinary families were immensely envious.

Joining the Guardian Hall!

Moreover, not starting from the bottom, being a Third level Steward in the first year! This fact made countless people green with envy!

How come this Fang Che has such good luck?

But only Mo Gan Yun and others were sighing in their hearts constantly.

Boss Fang, truly a life beset with adversity.

Li Changkong called Fang Che aside, asked: "Fang Che, about your master, do you know everything now?"

Fang Che nodded silently: "I know now."

Li Changkong let out a long sigh and said: "You need to look beyond this... though it shouldn’t be said, but... your master was from the Demon Sect. I hope you, overcome your grief, and move ahead."

Fang Che nodded, sorrowfully said: "Instructor, rest assured, I know my master’s true nature. Don’t worry, I will never seek revenge on the Guardians or Protectors."

"That’s good."

Li Changkong nodded with relief.

Bing Shangxue also smiled with reddened eyes, feeling comforted.

She felt especially gratified.

In Bing Shangxue’s view, now that Sun Yuan is dead, being displayed at the city gate, revealing his Demon Sect identity, it was undoubtedly a Protector’s hand at work.

Although the method was somewhat cruel, Sun Yuan’s standing in the Demon Sect was not low.

This may serve as a deterrent.

Now, it seems Fang Che appreciates the big picture, not seeking revenge on Protectors, which shows true maturity. At the very least, his outlook on good and evil was clear, which greatly encouraged Bing Shangxue who always hoped for Fang Che’s success.

"We’ve secured four days for you, after which, head to Baiyun State Guardian Hall for reporting. During these four days, you’ll receive individualized lessons from our four people, one a day. Remember as much as you can."

"You can come to the Martial Academy to learn whenever you have time in the future."

"Yes. Thank you, Instructor."

"Alright... off you go."

...

Fang Che arrived at Old Man Shen’s place.

Seeing Fang Che coming alone, Old Man Shen flared up: "Where’s the girl?"

"What girl?"

Fang Che had long forgotten the matter beyond the clouds.

"The girl I asked you to bring!" Old Man Shen was furious.

"Oh... she’s already my concubine. This time I returned home to inform my mother, and quickly took her in," Fang Che had to bluff his way through.

"Really? Already a concubine?"

Old Man Shen was skeptical.

"Really!"

"Then work hard, get her pregnant quickly."

Old Man Shen urged: "Leave a seed, that’s the most important thing."