Monarch Night
Chapter 251 - 22 Hen Tian Blade

Chapter 251: Chapter 22 Hen Tian Blade

Fan Tiantiao froze.

This, he really doesn’t believe it!

"Tsk..."

Fang Che let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Done with my shift, going home for dinner."

"I’m inviting you for a drink?"

"No time!"

Fang Che’s figure vanished in the distance, leaving only one sentence behind: "When you get used to such days, you’ll never adapt to the bloody storms again... just muddle through and wait for death!"

Fan Tiantiao had just taken two steps to chase after him, when he heard this sentence, suddenly feeling as if struck by five bolts of lightning from the heavens.

He abruptly stopped in his tracks.

Fang Che’s words echoed in his heart like the tolling of a great bell.

When you get used to such days, you’ll never adapt to the bloody storms again.

No wonder I haven’t advanced in rank these past years.

Have I become slothful?

Are the people of the Demon Sect always thinking about bloody storms?

Chen Ru Hai appeared behind him, wearing sealed shoes: "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing,"

Fan Tiantiao felt a little downcast, saying: "Are we living too comfortably now?"

Chen Ru Hai chuckled, "How come, the one doing the ideological probing ends up affected by someone else’s words?"

Fan Tiantiao shook his head and stayed silent.

"Come on, let’s grab a drink."

"I’m not going."

Fan Tiantiao disdainfully looked down at Chen Ru Hai’s shoes, shaking his head like a rattle: "I’m going back to practice."

"I’m not asking you to lick my feet... You damn..."

Before finishing, Fan Tiantiao had already vanished.

"... Damn it!"

Chen Ru Hai also cursed as he left.

...

Fang Che returned to the Scholar Residence, where Ye Meng had already prepared a meal, serving it steaming hot.

"Mister, was your work at the Guardian Hall tiring?"

"Just lazing around, how could it be tiring?"

"Ah?"

"Why are you surprised? What level is your cultivation now?"

"Almost at the Ninth general."

"So slow! Break through to the Marshal level soon. If you can’t in two months, I’ll sell you into..."

He thought about it, realizing once you’re General level, you can’t be sold to a brothel.

So he changed his words: "I’ll just kick you out."

Ye Meng listened with a playful smile, saying: "Yes, yes, mister you almost scared me to death. I’ll definitely try hard. Okay, okay, let’s eat."

"Hmm... go ahead."

Fang Che felt that he had less and less intimidation in front of Ye Meng. This little girl, even when he tried to scare her, her agreement seemed perfunctory.

He couldn’t help but consider what Dongfang Sansan said about spoiling the maid.

Weighing the pros and cons, he ate his meal tastelessly. Then he went to the study.

He moved in a brazier.

Took out the Sword Manual Sun Yuan mentioned.

Indeed the material was unique, neither gold nor jade nor copper, not paper either, somewhat like the fur of an unknown Demon Beast, yet the texture was as hard as some metal.

Very thin.

The title page had no words.

Fang Che tried to tear it with his hand, couldn’t damage it, added some strength, still couldn’t damage it, added more strength to the level of a Wuzhong, yet still couldn’t damage it.

"Sure enough, it’s hard enough."

He nodded and didn’t try any harder.

The booklet was quite thick, with more than thirty pages.

The top dozen pages had been opened, but the ones below seemed fused together. Presumably, Sun Yuan tried everything but couldn’t open them.

And the thirteen pages that had been opened...

Were exactly Sun Yuan’s Flying Sky Thirteen Sabers.

Fang Che slowly placed the booklet into the brazier, using his fingers to turn over the pages in the fire, sure enough, upon encountering high heat, a silhouette appeared on the booklet, dancing with a saber.

The moves were exactly the Flying Sky Thirteen Sabers Sun Yuan taught him.

The moves were indeed exquisite.

Fang Che validated what he had learned move by move, they were exactly the same.

However, the kind of violent Evil Qi he felt that day was gone.

Fang Che pondered for a moment.

Evil Qi?

Then he took the booklet out of the brazier.

He communicated with the Evil Qi in his mind, gathered it on his fingers, and wiped it onto the title page of the booklet.

The moment the Evil Qi touched the booklet, a dim glow flashed, and the entire booklet drastically changed.

It turned yellow-gold, dazzling with golden light.

The Evil Qi traveled across the title page like a dark little dragon.

A surge of Evil Qi intent emerged.

It exploded in a flourish, becoming denser and denser.

And words began to appear on the title page.

"Hentian Heavenly Saber!"

Fang Che’s heart was shaken.

Hentian Heavenly Saber.

How deep must the hatred in this person’s heart be? To give it such a name? Furthermore, it requires such dense Evil Qi to open this Sword Manual!

If an ordinary person or even someone with few killings got this Sword Manual, they’d never see the real secret in their life!

Then he flipped the title page and continued to infuse Evil Qi.

The originally Flying Heaven Saber Technique on the first page was gone.

Replaced by densely packed text.

"My name is Sun Wutian, I am the Wutian of no ruler, no father, no land, no heaven."

"...Though the Sun Family is not a continent’s strong Martial Arts Family, it holds some reputation. However, wealth attracts misfortune, and one night it was exterminated by strongmen. Parents, wife, and children died a violent death. All in the family perished, not a chicken or dog left. I was out visiting friends, and upon returning, had no home."

"...Thus I vowed to the Martial Arts, swearing blood vengeance; traversing the green mountains, ultimately obtained fortune, the God Gu entered the mouth, joined the Wei Wo Sect; finally mastered an invincible method, wiped out thirteen cities of enemies overnight, exterminating nine million souls, only to find I had the wrong family that killed mine. The killer was not the Guardian, but my sect itself."

Fang Che looked and his heart was shaken.

Sun Wutian.

It really is him!

But while this guy is utterly ferocious, he’s also unbelievably unfortunate.

From this passage, it can be seen.

"However, having joined the sect, there’s no turning back. Backstabbed and retaliated against enemies within the sect, yet I’ve become a scourge Demon, a public enemy of the world. Hiding under a pseudonym for three hundred years, leaving a bloodline in the Mortal World, yet none of my descendants have the talent for Martial Arts. I suppose it’s the sin of my killings, Heaven’s punishment. Yet the bloodline continues, living peacefully, my wish fulfilled."

"As I leave today, going back to Wei Wo, the bloodline naturally extends, not letting it break."

"...Hence leaving the Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique for future generations. If a descendant has talent for Martial Arts, they can practice the Flying Sky Saber Technique thirteen forms to defend themselves. If disaster befalls the family, and descendants have blood feuds, their extreme hatred will naturally open the pages, thus learning the Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique!"

"With this taste of revenge and pleasure, slaughtering the world, joining the Demons, so what? Is it not joyful?"

"The Mortal World doesn’t allow me to rule, so why not slaughter Heaven?"

"Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique, guided by Evil Qi, aimed at absolute extermination, as long as the chest harbors Evil Qi, it can be activated, killing over ranks as easily as taking something from a bag!..."

Following this were the details of the Hentian Heavenly Saber’s cultivation method.

Fang Che read on carefully and critically.

The more he looked, the more astonished he became. The power of the Hentian Heavenly Saber is immense, unimaginable.

Gathering Evil Qi to form a Killing Formation, the heavier the Evil Qi, the stronger the Killing Formation. The Killing Formation chills the enemy’s guts, while the Killing Saber effortlessly obliterates. The combination of the two makes the Killing Intent soar into the heavens.

What was mentioned about surpassing ranks to kill really isn’t that difficult.

The more people you kill, the heavier the Evil Qi, and the greater the power of the Sword Form.

Fang Che finished reading and felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

This kind of blade technique is based on killing.

It’s essentially a Demon Sword.

Moreover, when cultivated to the end, one would almost become a demon controlled by Killing Intent, Evil Qi, and the Demon Saber, only knowing how to slaughter!

The power is real, absolutely astonishing.

But what if ultimately I really lose my sanity, turning into a demon only knowing slaughter?

Then what was the point of living this life again?

He couldn’t help but sigh.

He set the Sword Manual aside.

Frowned and thought deeply.

Not practicing it seems a waste of such an invincible Absolute Skill. Moreover, this is also an opportunity to possibly connect with the resurrected Old Demon.

This opportunity could be extremely important for my undercover mission.

If I practice and lose control, it would be disastrous.

Fang Che couldn’t make up his mind.

Finally decided to give it a try.

Such an opportunity would be too regretful to miss.

Fang Che felt the path of Evil Qi above, ran it through his meridians, and indeed, immediately felt killing intent arise in his heart.

A sense of brutality surfaced, eager to wield a saber and slaughter the neighbors indiscriminately.

Suddenly shocked, he was about to immediately disperse it, but felt a movement in his Dantian. The power of the Infinite Scripture surged up, completely suppressing the Evil Qi Heart Demon.

Immediately, his heart was as calm as ice and snow.

Fang Che was startled for a moment, then his eyes showed ecstatic joy.

The Infinite Scripture really has endless magical uses.

So if I use the power of the Infinite Scripture to control the Evil Qi to drive this Hentian Heavenly Saber?

Thinking so, he immediately practiced the operation.

Sure enough, the Evil Qi instantly behaved, and that inexplicable killing intent also disappeared.

The brutal and bloodthirsty desire wasn’t as strong, only somewhat irritable.

Attempting to activate the Sword Intent, the power remained as before!

Fang Che dared not lower his guard, checking his Divine Sense, soul, and all other aspects separately.

Repeatedly confirming that there would be no impact.

If it’s feasible, then I would have one more Magic Treasure powerful enough to overcome enemies, a strong Sword Skill.

If using the Infinite Scripture has backlash, then abandoning it wouldn’t matter, as there are presumably other Sword Skills in the world, not only this one.

After testing dozens of times, Fang Che finally relaxed.

As long as the Evil Qi is directed outward, directly enveloping the saber edge, and thinking of some tragic scenes in the heart to arouse the spirit of revenge.

For example, think of the tragic scenes when the Wei Wo Zheng Sect slaughtered cities and exterminated villages, think of Sun Yuan being beheaded, think of the scorched elders and children in ruins after the Wei Wo Zheng Sect rampaged...

Naturally, killing intent surges.

But it doesn’t affect the mind at all.

And the Evil Qi basically ends at the wrist.

After killing someone, the new Evil Qi from killing would return, continually nurturing the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.

Until one day when the Golden Horned Flood Dragon transforms all the Evil Qi, and I can utilize the residual Evil Qi transformed. By then, the Infinite Scripture might not even be needed.

Though the Infinite Scripture is fundamental, not using it seems impossible...

Fang Che, excitedly, spent the whole night deeply researching this Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique.

Sure enough, it’s infinitely exquisite.

Every cut, every form, is as mighty as the heavens, with killing intent like a tide.