Monarch Night
Chapter 36 - 3 What’s the Situation?

Chapter 36: Chapter 3 What’s the Situation?

Qian Sanjiang pondered, how to report to the Sect Hierarch,

"Sect Hierarch, this lad has clearly grasped the Blood Spirit Seven Swords, and his lethal power is sufficient. To achieve this in such a short time, if the Sect Hierarch knows, he should be very pleased..."

Qian Sanjiang was thinking about how to use this point concerning Fang Che to give himself a sound pat on the back.

In the workplace, one needs to grasp opportunities without losing face.

After all, there are quite a few elders there.

...

Fang Che sat in the carriage, eyes closed, restoring his spirit.

Yet his mind was weighing the martial artists who had ’coincidentally’ stopped by this place to watch the conflict.

"Wei Zihao is the most suspicious, but surely he’s not alone. That rather thin one standing far away, Qing Ziyue, also seems suspicious."

"But now it’s useless to act against them; first, it’s a waste; second, they are too close to their families, which could easily bring trouble to mine; third, it’s best to keep them for the Martial Arts Academy, where trouble can be initiated anytime, especially when wanting to send a message—they can always be used, a natural shield..."

"These can all serve as backup plans. It’s too wasteful to act against them now."

"We must cherish such resources that can be exploited at any time."

Fang Che sat with his eyes closed, his face tranquil.

Yet inside, he was contemplating.

"This trip I’m taking, followed by entering the Martial Arts Academy—I have no idea when I will leave there; alas, I didn’t attend the academy in my past life... I don’t know the rules."

"I have Ye Meng by my side, and, besides, in the shadows, there should still be others watching over me. Whether it’s the Guardian Hall or the Yixin Sect, they wouldn’t let me out of their sight."

"Yet this journey will have inconveniences, and I don’t know how the Golden Horned Flood Dragon’s cultivation is progressing. I wanted to take it with me, but it’s uncertain if there’s a chance."

Fang Che’s gaze deepened as he looked into the distance.

That was the direction of Bai Zhang Peak.

Basically belonging to the outskirts of Wan Ling Zhi Forest.

It wasn’t very far from his current location—only over five hundred miles.

"But if the Golden Horned Flood Dragon hasn’t reached the formless stage in its cultivation, wearing it would not be very useful and might even risk dissipation if it left Jiyin Land."

Fang Che finally decided against this plan.

There was Jiyin Land; let the Golden Horned Flood Dragon cultivate there a bit longer.

It’s better to wait for a few more months, even a year or two, rather than face the risk of it being exposed or dissipating if it hasn’t finished cultivating!

Fang Che gently exhaled and cleared his mind of this matter.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon was a backup plan he had prepared for himself early on.

Even before Ye Meng appeared, Fang Che had been contemplating this covert move.

As a soul body, it was too convenient for sending messages.

Even the last time he set up the Su Family member, although it was an accident, there was also the idea of sending those guys to nourish the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.

He had been waiting for the Golden Horned Flood Dragon to transform from tangible to intangible, to advance further in soul cultivation before bringing it to his side.

Even now that he had Ye Meng, he hadn’t given up on this plan.

But until now, this ever-agitating plan could only be temporarily shelved.

"Every step is carefully planned to impact the long-term strategy, never to be used prematurely just because it’s convenient!"

...

Finally, they had arrived at Wan Ling Zhi Forest.

The carriage driver had already turned back; as an ordinary person with only moderate martial strength, driving up to this point was the limit.

And it was only now that Fang Che made his offer: "I’ll buy your carriage, and you can go back."

Fang Che offered twice the price.

The driver agreed quickly.

Yet he was puzzled: why not buy it earlier?

Why wait until now?

Of course, Fang Che wouldn’t buy it early; he was sitting comfortably in the carriage, resting while organizing his thoughts; though his plans were clear, to enjoy a moment more is still to enjoy.

Because after the driver left, he would have to drive the carriage himself!

Ye Meng could only sit in the carriage.

—The next proceedings had to be completed independently to be considered an achievement.

But master driving while a maidservant sat was not sitting well with Fang Che, so he insisted on driving only half the way.

"Get inside and sit down!"

Fang Che said sternly, "I will personally drive the carriage."

"Ah?"

Ye Meng was flabbergasted.

Her round eyes stared bewilderedly at Fang Che.

The sun had risen from the west, suddenly becoming considerate?

Could it be that he finally realized this girl’s unrivaled beauty?

"Once we’re out of Wan Ling Zhi Forest, if you haven’t improved, I’ll sell you into the brothel!"

Fang Che threatened, then picked up the whip: "Let’s go!"

Ye Meng:...

...

Ye Meng sat cross-legged in the carriage, waiting.

Her large eyes rolled constantly, her face speechless.

Because Fang Che had left her and the carriage in the forest, he went hunting demon beasts.

"How can he be so unworried? Leaving a delicate beauty like me here in the forest, and it seems to the outside that I only have Third Grade Martial Disciple cultivation—doesn’t he fear that upon returning, all that’s left is a pile of gnawed bones?"

"He really doesn’t cherish beauty."

"Such great audacity!"

Though she complained internally, her face still displayed a look of frightened insecurity, curled up in the carriage, daring not to move.

Her heart only prayed.

Please, let no fierce beasts come.

Otherwise, her true nature would be exposed.

...

Fang Che moved like a ghost through the dense woods, his passage not even rustling a single leaf.

His targets were the demonic beasts of the forest, those below the sixth level.

First grade beasts, a hundred cores, one academy point; second grade, fifty cores, one point; third grade, ten cores, one point; fourth grade, two cores, one point; fifth grade, one core, two points; sixth level, one core, twenty points.