Monarch Night
Chapter 39 - 5 Arrival at Baiyun State

Chapter 39: Chapter 5 Arrival at Baiyun State

"The Qi zhi Blood Spirit Ginseng is indeed a fine item, but unfortunately, it’s of no use to Fang Che."

"For he had reached his peak already. And besides, this thing is only of middle grade quality; Fang Che never even considered it."

"But just because he didn’t regard it, doesn’t mean others wouldn’t."

"Boosting one’s aptitude by one grade, ah!"

"All the young people’s eyes blazed with fiery enthusiasm."

"Among so many martial artists, how many are A level or above?"

"Where is the Spiritual Ginseng?" Kang Zijian asked.

Fang Che casually pointed, "It’s right behind that Demon Beast’s behind, thirteen zhang away, underneath those two large rocks. It’s rather hard to see, but if you stoop down, you should be able to spot the red color. If you sniff carefully, you’ll probably also catch its fragrance, albeit still a bit fishy. How can you all be so slow?"

Looking in the direction he indicated, everyone indeed made a discovery.

For a moment, they exchanged looks and became wary of each other.

When Kang Zijian and others thought of Wei Zihao’s earlier hire, their faces turned extremely ugly in an instant. They turned around, stared at Wei Zihao, and demanded sharply, "Wei Zihao, what do you mean by this?!"

Wei Zihao had already cursed Fang Che’s ancestors in his heart and, with a bitter expression, said, "Brother Kang, I... I didn’t know."

"You didn’t know?!"

Kang Zijian and the others gave dry, cold laughs.

Fang Che said with some faux apology, "Hey... this is so awkward. Gentlemen, please carry on with your business. I must be off."

He dashed away swiftly.

Having already created a conflict, what better time to leave than now?

Kang Zijian thanked him politely, "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your noble reminder. When we return to the Martial Arts Academy, we shall surely repay you."

Fang Che sneered inwardly. This Kang Zijian is no good either. While his thank you seemed normal, it also carried a sinister undertone.

Immediately, Kang Zijian and others turned back to Wei Zihao, their looks sharp as swords, "Wei Zihao, explain yourself. Trying to use us so easily to reap benefits for yourself? You had quite the idea."

Another youngster was filled with righteous indignation, his eyes turning red with anger, "Wei Zihao, it takes some nerve for you to offer each of us two thousand taels of silver, a pill each, and you don’t even want the Points. Just a mouth full of lies, claiming you wanted only the gall bladder of this beast for medical uses. So it is, so it is, well done! Very well done!"

"You wanted not only to hog the benefits but also to use the Points from this Demon Beast to cause further strife among us!"

Kang Zijian was blunt, grinding his teeth as he said, "Wei Zihao, you are a despicable scoundrel!"

Instantly, everyone joined in the denunciation. A fight almost broke out...

Wei Zihao was urgent, "I’m willing to pay any price. I just want the Spiritual Ginseng... Gentlemen, gentlemen..."

...

Listening to the noisy disputes coming from behind, Fang Che revealed a contented smile.

He drifted away.

Waving his hand, he didn’t leave a single cloud behind.

’I am truly of noble character.’

’That Wei Zihao actually dared to covet Big Brother Su’s legacy. Creating a bit of trouble for him, I have been too generous already.’

The only thing that puzzled him was, in such a place where even the trees and shrubs were malnourished, how could it still produce something like Blood Spirit Ginseng?

However, creating trouble for Wei Zihao made Fang Che quite pleased, and seeing through Kang Zijian with one sentence made him even more comfortable.

Since you are no good either, I will have no qualms about dealing with you in the future.

To want to use others as a pawn, you must be prepared for the backlash.

Although I don’t care, and I was the one who exposed Wei Zihao, your adding the word ’reminder’ to your thanks shows the wrong mentality.

Perhaps it was unintentional, but I must be cautious in the future.

Back beside the carriage.

He startlingly found that there were several low-level Demon Beasts corpses near the carriage, and Ye Meng’s cultivation had "suddenly" advanced from Third Grade Martial Disciple to Fourth Grade Martial Disciple.

"Have you returned, young master?" Ye Meng trembled, fear evident on her face, "A few Demon Beasts came just now, I was terrified. It’s fortunate that the master instructed well, there was a breakthrough on the spot. That’s how..."

Fang Che passed over it, "A breakthrough? Not bad! Let’s get moving, you drive the carriage."

"Ah?"

"What ’ah’? We’re directly heading to Baiyun State in full completion! Go!"

Fang Che threatened menacingly, "Before reaching Baiyun State, you must break through to Fifth Grade Martial Disciple! Otherwise, I’ll sell you into a brothel!"

"Ah?!"

Fang Che threw her half a bottle of Qi Gathering Pills, "Hurry up and cultivate! Go, drive the carriage! Let’s go!"

Fang Che bolted away as if he was chased by wolves, racing desperately without hesitation, swiftly leaving the trial grounds.

The bumpy journey continuously caused Ye Meng to roll her eyes.

Her pert buttocks were bounced up and down.

Strange noises were emitted.

The carriage bounced lightly, Ye Meng: "Uh!"

Continuous jolts from the uneven road, Ye Meng: "Uh huh huh..."

Whenever they encountered a steep hill and the carriage leaped and fell, Ye Meng: "Ah ah mm..."

The body kept rising and falling, making "bang bang bang" noises; her head repeatedly hit the ceiling with "thud thud thud" sounds.

Ahead, Fang Che’s whip snapped continuously, making ’whack whack whack’ sounds.

Not until Fang Che stopped the rapid carriage did Ye Meng feel she had lost a good two pounds from all the jostling.

...

Behind.

Fan Tiantiao and Qian Sanjiang had long felt some skepticism toward Fang Che’s actions.

What was this young fellow periodically doing, stopping to look around so intently?

With Fang Che gone, both wanted to take a closer look.

Was this broken mountain forest worth all that staring?

It must be said that curiosity killed the cat, a fact that holds true in any era.

Like now with Fan Tiantiao and Qian Sanjiang.

Qian Sanjiang arrived first, scrutinizing the place were Fang Che had stayed—seeing nothing of note.

Whereas Fan Tiantiao, at another of Fang Che’s stops, did the same—also finding nothing.

So, the two moved to another location.

Finally, they met.

"Who are you?"

Fan Tiantiao sensed something was off. This person was not one of the instructors from the Martial Arts Academy responsible for ensuring the students’ safety in various directions, and clearly, only he himself had come to the Guardian Hall. Who was this person?

Qian Sanjiang’s reaction was rather direct: aside from himself, everyone here was an enemy!

Already being cautious and dodging everyone, he unexpectedly bumped head-on into his opponent, which gave him quite a scare.

His heart thudded rapidly, a mix of fear, surprise, and hostility tangled together, and without thinking, he blurted out, "I’m your dad!"

And so.

Bang!

The two of them engaged in a fierce battle, venomously exchanging blows.

Amidst it all were universally recognized insults hurled at each other’s family elders and every female relative.

The ground shook and the mountains quivered in the intensity of their fight.

Fang Che had an easy and smooth journey, finally arriving at Baiyun State.

At this time, not a single martial artist from any other direction had even made it out of the Wan Ling Zhi Forest.

They were still battling within, collecting points.

However, during his travel, Fang Che heard a violent battle erupt somewhere far behind him.

One that shook the earth and the mountains.

But he didn’t pay it any mind.

Such battles were not something he could intervene in at this point, so he might as well feign ignorance.

Who cares who’s fighting whom.

...

Both Qian Sanjiang and Fan Tiantiao were pale-faced.

After the fight, both were worse for wear!

Aside from cursing while they fought, both kept their heads down and battled for two whole hours, never exchanging a single word of normal conversation.

Fan Tiantiao thought, "If I speak up, what if he realizes we know Fang Che’s identity? As long as I keep quiet, this idiot will surely think I’m from Baiyun Martial Academy."

Qian Sanjiang mused, "If I speak up, what if he sees through my disguise and reveals that Fang Che is one of us from Yixin Sect? That would be terrible. As long as I keep silent, perhaps this idiot will think I am from Yemo Sect or some other sect..."

Both were dressed in black and had their faces covered.

They cursed each other while fighting fiercely.

After two hours, both realized the fact that ’this guy is almost as good as me.’

Knowing this, neither believed they could defeat the other.

So they each retreated.

And went their separate ways to heal.

Both had the same thought: Damn, this guy’s really not weak.

Afterward, Fan Tiantiao sent a message to the Guardian Hall: Encountered a member of the Yixin Sect on the way, a high-level expert with Emperor Level cultivation, likely here to protect Fang Che. With such an expert as an escort, Fang Che’s importance is elevated, up one grade. Also: send someone else, I’m injured. I need backup.

PS: This person was full of profanity, a true reflection of the Demon Sect.

Qian Sanjiang reported to the Headquarters: Fought an instructor from Baiyun Martial Academy mid-journey, with high cultivation at Emperor Level. There are many such experts here. With such expertise as protection, Yemo’s safety is assured.

PS: This person has a foul mouth, truly unpleasant.

...

Baiyun State.

Fang Che took Ye Meng for a stroll around Baiyun Martial Academy.

Then, not far from the academy, he outright bought a large house with a big courtyard.

Since the other martial artists hadn’t arrived yet, there was basically no competition.

The money, of course, came from his good brother Su Yue.

Fang Che’s substantial financial power was finally revealed.

He then began to take Ye Meng shopping. Not a single penny was spared, spend as he pleased!

He purchased a plethora of household necessities and filled the courtyard with them.

And he gave the place an elegant name: Scholar Residence.

This was his way of reflecting his own noble integrity.

Whoever dwelled there must be a scholar.

Three days leisurely passed, and Ye Meng finally made a true breakthrough to become a Fifth Grade Martial Disciple.

"Keep cultivating! Hurry up and become a Samurai! Otherwise, I’ll sell you into a brothel!"

Ye Meng, unable to contain her annoyance any longer, rolled her eyes: "Brothel, brothel... Have you ever been to a brothel, young master?"

Fang Che was speechless.

So, Fang Che finally went to report at the Martial Arts Academy.

Surprisingly, he was still the first one!

...

Fang Qingyun had been waiting so long he could have sprouted flowers and his neck stretched.

The family said his cousin would come this year, so why hadn’t there been any news yet?

Even though he knew it was still too early, and not even one person had reported in yet, he still went to the academy’s entrance to wait every day.

Mainly because... if he missed the pick-up, his cousin would be the least of his problems; his father would certainly berate him mercilessly.

Somehow, his father now treated his cousin like a treasure.

And started to become dissatisfied with himself. The letters said some weird things like ’Martial arts require diligence, constantly lagging in last place, even if you don’t care, it’s a disgrace to your father’.

This left Fang Qingyun quite frustrated.

Weren’t they okay with my cultivation progress before?

"Fang Qingyun, I heard your cousin is coming this year?" a classmate asked, "What’s he like?"

A few girls nearby chattered, "Is your cousin handsome?"

Fang Qingyun sighed; "Well, my cousin is quite handsome, diligent, and sensible. It’s just that he’s... a bit blunt when he he speaks. But that’s hardly a big flaw."

His classmates responded, "Sounds like a nice kid. Once he arrives, we’ll take care of him for your sake."

Fang Qingyun replied, "Thanks a lot. He’s the only child of my aunt’s family, and we all cherish him like a treasure. He’s been spoiled at home, is a bit thoughtless, incapable of polite conversation, has no manners. If he behaves defiantly and offends anyone, I hope you, my brothers and sisters, won’t take it to heart out of respect for me."

The classmates suddenly lost interest.

Looks like another kid spoiled by their family.

The girls, however, lit up: He’s really handsome?

...

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