Monarch Night
Chapter 42 - 8: Huang Yifan in Disarray

Chapter 42: Chapter 8: Huang Yifan in Disarray

The people engaged in heated discussion, some expressing their lament.

Some felt ashamed.

"Every time I see Lord Meng, I always feel like I haven’t done my job well enough, and that I have a long way to go."

This sentiment resonated strongly.

The crowd chattered back and forth for a while before dispersing.

Fang Che had already followed Huang Yifan to a private office.

It wasn’t until he got there that the tumult in Fang Che’s heart began to subside.

But, from time to time, a few names would flash through his mind, Meng Hejun? Meng Chuxing? Fang Zhi all beings suffer?

And that bell on Meng Hejun’s wrist, the sound of it, everything was so familiar.

He couldn’t help but wonder about his past life, could it be someone he knew? A wife? A sister? Or...

How come I have no recollection of this Meng Hejun?

Yet, those three words, Meng Chuxing, felt incredibly familiar and dear...

And Yao Guang.

Yao Guang... Fang Che thought hard, these two words could not be unfamiliar; it was the last of the Big Dipper stars.

Yao Guang Star, also known as Po Jun.

Brave in undertaking tasks, clear distinction between good and evil, dauntless in the face of tyranny, and always charging forward... Many thoughts sprang to Fang Che’s mind in an instant.

Still, they failed to unravel the confusion in his heart.

But he did not want to unravel it now.

Instead, he wanted to avoid it.

Merely being touched, he had such a strong reaction; what would it be like if he truly regained his memory and encountered old acquaintances? Wouldn’t his reaction be even greater?

Moreover, this kind of soul-touching was nearly irresistible.

The risk of exposure was too great.

He was not afraid to die. Had he been fearful, he wouldn’t have sought to go undercover with the life of an ant. However, if after all his painstaking efforts and strategies he still couldn’t achieve his goal of eradicating the Demon Sect, he would die with his eyes wide open!

He closed his eyes, struggling to calm his heart, to make the jingling sound of the bell disappear from the bottom of his heart.

He even began using Mu Lin Yuan’s "Bingche Spirit Platform" mental method.

Indeed, his mind gradually settled, tranquility returned.

Office.

Before entering, Fang Che specially looked at the door.

The ’Deputy Mountain Master’s office.

It seems that this Huang Yifan is a Deputy Mountain Master?

The two people opposite were closely watching Fang Che’s reaction. Lord Meng Hejun had administered a Soul Cleansing Technique, so there should be some effect, right?

This boy must be reaping the benefits of the Soul Purification Technique.

Therefore, the two deliberately waited for a while.

Now, seeing Fang Che open his eyes, they began to inquire.

"You are Fang Che?"

"Fang Che is indeed the student."

"My surname is Lv. I’m the Dean of the Baiyun Martial Academy, and this person you have heard of earlier, is Deputy Mountain Master Huang Yifan."

Alone in the Deputy Mountain Master’s office, Fang Che faced the Deputy Mountain Master and the Dean.

Two lofty experts!

It must be said that since the establishment of the Baiyun Martial Academy, Fang Che was the first to face two high-level leaders alone as a freshman.

And it was on the first day of joining the academy.

Such an ’achievement’ was probably unprecedented.

"Fang Che, seventeen years old, an external relative of the ninth-level Fang Family from Bibo City, father unknown; apprenticed to the Jianghu wanderer, Flying Sky Saber King Sun Yuan."

Dean Lv, holding Fang Che’s information, asked, "Is this correct?"

"It is."

Fang Che said, very relaxed.

"In this assessment, did you slaughter demon beasts along the way, over a hundred Xueya Demon Wolves?"

"Yes."

The Dean put down the information and said indifferently, "I know your method of slaughter hardly reflects strength, and that is the reason I called you here."

Fang Che pondered and said, "That’s right. The method of slaughter only reflects intelligence and wisdom, and although it is related to strength, it cannot represent it entirely."

He smiled and added, "But until now, I’ve just come to realize that wisdom, apparently, does not count as strength."

"..."

The Dean’s dark face turned even darker.

Like iron.

Fang Che continued, "Moreover, I don’t believe this is the sole reason the teachers called me here."

The Dean asked sternly, "Then what do you think is the reason for calling you here?"

Fang Che answered, "I do not know; I would appreciate instruction from both teachers."

Both the Dean and the Deputy Mountain Master had faces as stern as iron.

Without expression.

They never imagined this young man would be so tough, kicking the problem back to them like kicking a ball.

The real reason, the Dean did not know.

Although it was within his job scope, he really did not know why they had called Fang Che here.

Next to him, the Deputy Mountain Master, Hua Baozi with his flower-white beard and a slender figure, had deep, profound eyes. Were one to gaze into his eyes, they would find them endless like the stars and the sea.

That was... a strong spiritual force.

At this moment, looking at Fang Che, a deep, imperceptible regret filled the depths of his gaze.

He was the only one in the entire Baiyun Martial Academy who received the ’real news’ about Fang Che.

Huang Yifan.

The God of Killing who shook the Northwest Combat Zone two hundred years ago, and who was now Baiyun Martial Academy’s top expert. Well, aside from Meng Hejun.

Because Meng Hejun was now just an honorary Mountain Master, with other duties assigned as well.

"Fang Che, you don’t have to be nervous. We called you here today simply to understand a bit more."

Deputy Mountain Master Huang Yifan said softly.

"I am not nervous."

Fang Che replied.

"Good. This is also a routine procedure of the academy. It’s just that you came very early, much earlier than others, so it’s only right that we called you in first."

Since the real reason couldn’t be disclosed, of course, he had to find an excuse. They certainly couldn’t say they received a message that he was an undercover agent, could they?

In the midst of speaking, Huang Yifan even exerted a bit of pressure.

If reasoning doesn’t work, of course, one has to find another way.

Fang Che only felt as though a mountain was about to crash down on him.

Different from the nourishing drizzle from Lord Meng Hejun at the door, this side with Huang Yifan was a storm of lightning and thunder.

Fang Che was drenched in sweat, barely able to hold on.

He had no choice but to concede, "The Mountain Master makes sense, I am thoroughly convinced and willing to comply."

"Hmm, next, as a student of our academy, as the next generation of this continent, you must remain pure and prevent the infiltration of traitors from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect."

Huang Yifan maintained this level of spiritual pressure and said, "You need to answer a few questions."

Fang Che, standing firm despite the sweat pouring down, replied, "Please... Teacher, enlighten me."

"Why do you practice martial arts?"

Huang Yifan was very satisfied.

Under his own level of spiritual pressure, this little guy couldn’t possibly tell a lie.

If this lad showed even a hint of impure thoughts, he would immediately stop, not to expose his identity, but naturally, he could cancel his extra rewards: Your mind is not right, friend and foe unclear, with such a temperament, the reward is postponed. Study hard and we’ll see later.

It can’t possibly be aiding the enemy, right?

If he knew this was a disciple of the Yixin Divine Sect, just because he has strong martial skills and stands out among his peers, should he give all the good stuff from his Martial Arts Academy to him?

That would be too frustrating to bear, right?

"I practice martial arts to guard," Fang Che closed his eyes, the Infinite True Spirit locking down the Five Spirits Gu, following his true intentions in his answer.

Then, he fell into a muddled state of mind under the other’s spiritual pressure.

"Guard who?"

"Guard my parents, family, wife and children, friends, brothers, guard my home."

"Anything else?"

"Guard the continent! Guard peace! Guard justice! Guard kindness!"

Huang Yifan couldn’t help but have his spiritual pressure fluctuate.

Damn it!

More standard than the standard answers!

But are these words for you to say?

Shouldn’t you be talking about slaying justice and eradicating kindness?

Are you this tough, you little demon?

Soul Cleansing Technique only purifies slightly; it absolutely can’t make such a complete change. If he really was a little demon, a mere Soul Cleansing Technique would be a drop in the bucket. It might even be adding fuel to the fire!

Pretty stubborn!

Huang Yifan slightly increased his spiritual pressure.

Fang Che’s current spiritual power couldn’t withstand Huang Yifan’s spiritual pressure at all, and he sat down on the ground with a pale face.

His mind blanked out in an instant, completely devoid of thought.

Huang Yifan waved his hand, dismissing the Dean.

The Dean, confused, said, "Mountain Master, this kid is good, don’t harm his foundation."

"I know."

The Dean left.

Then he found that a soundproof barrier had been set up inside. He couldn’t help but widen his eyes and muttered, "Such high treatment... could this be the Deputy Mountain Master’s illegitimate child?"

Inside.

"What do you think should be done with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?" asked Huang Yifan.

"Slash with every sword, annihilate them all!" Fang Che gritted his teeth and said.

"Hiss..."

Huang Yifan gasped in a breath of cold air.

That was too decisive.

He couldn’t help but grab a strand of his beard.

He gave it a tug.

It hurt a little.

I’m definitely not dreaming.

This is ten times the spiritual pressure.

If I increase the pressure any more, this kid will go stupid.

Under such pressure, even I couldn’t tell any lies, let alone have the capacity to think.

What’s going on here?

"Do you think you’re a person of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?" Huang Yifan continued with the pressure, but eventually had to ask this question.

I don’t believe it, just seventeen years old, and he’s so tough?

Even someone a hundred and seventy years old couldn’t hold on!

"I am not!"

Fang Che was resolute.

"Are you a person of the Yixin Sect?"

"I am not!"

"Are you a person of the Yemo Sect?"

"I am not!"

"Are you a person of the Heavenly God Sect?"

"I am not!"

"..."

"Are you a person of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"

"I am not!"

"What is your purpose at White Cloud Martial Academy?"

"To learn martial arts, to slay the followers of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect in the future."

"Who are you?!"

"I am... I am a Guardian..."

Fang Che couldn’t bear it and fainted.

Blood seeped from his seven orifices; he looked terrible.

On the seat across.

Huang Yifan sat there dumbfounded.

His eyes filled with doubt about life.

He had seen clearly that Fang Che’s mind was blank under the pressure, and he had answered instinctively; in such a state, not even an immortal could fake it.

Huang Yifan touched his head, grabbed his beard, and flicked it.

A strand came off.

"Fuck... that hurts!" Huang Yifan raised his hand, looked at the strand of grey-white beard in his hand, and grimaced.

"What the hell... is going on?!"

"This is clearly a good kid! What kind of bullshit message did that idiot send me?!"

For the first time, Huang Yifan encountered such a situation and was utterly disheveled by the wind.

What went wrong?

......