Monarch Night
Chapter 44 - 10 The World Trembles

Chapter 44: Chapter 10 The World Trembles

"Hall Master," Huang Yifan asked in an extremely strange tone, "did your teacher say you’re top grade?"

"Yes... maybe even higher, but my teacher couldn’t confirm."

Fang Che replied, "After all, my teacher doesn’t have the conditions that our Martial Arts Academy does."

"Your teacher is simply a super big idiot..."

Huang Yifan blurted out.

Then he realized that insulting someone’s teacher to their face might cause offense, but upon observing Fang Che’s expression, he saw that Fang Che remained calm, completely unfazed.

Huang Yifan laughed and uttered some pleasantries before letting Fang Che go.

"Go back and recuperate well, seize the time to practice. The others haven’t arrived yet, take the opportunity to cultivate. The competition for new students is especially important. You must take it seriously."

"Yes."

Fang Che left.

Watching Fang Che’s departure, Lv Jiao Mountain couldn’t help but ask, "Why did you block me out just now?"

Huang Yifan snapped back, "Isn’t that a stupid question? If there was no need to block you, why would I do it? Since I did block you, it means I didn’t want you to know. So why ask? Isn’t that a waste of time, like taking off your pants to fart?"

Lv Jiao Mountain was at a loss for words. "..."

Damn it, you make too much sense, I have nothing to rebut!

Immediately after, Huang Yifan stood up, somewhat frantic.

"I need to go out for a bit. I’ve got important business. If anyone looks for me, have them wait."

Huang Yifan finished speaking and directly flew out the window.

His haste had the air of someone with their butt on fire.

Lv Jiao Mountain was still reeling from the shock of discovering an exceptional genius and stared in astonishment; Huang Yifan had vanished without a trace.

He muttered to himself, "What could be so urgent to make this old fellow rush like this?"

...

Now, Huang Yifan was indeed feeling anxious.

If Fang Che’s talent had been ordinary, he wouldn’t have been in such a rush.

But such a heaven-defying talent was more important than anything else.

The message "Fang Che is a Yixin Sect member" came from Chen Ru Hai, who was one of his old subordinates.

Although Chen had a bad temper and was sloppy, when it came to serious matters, he was meticulous and had never made a mistake.

And now his own investigations did not match the intelligence.

And to make matters worse, the subject of the intelligence was a stunning talent.

This definitely had to be taken seriously.

Whether the news was true or false, it was extremely shocking.

Without clarifying this matter, Huang Yifan felt he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

So, he moved at his highest speed, like a shooting star, towards Bibo City.

...

Chen Ru Hai was rubbing his feet with the door closed.

The room was pungent with odor.

With a loud bang, Huang Yifan flew in through the window, and the next moment,

Accompanied by a curse and another bang,

Chen Ru Hai was kicked against the wall.

Then Huang Yifan whooshed out again.

Swearing loudly outside!

"Can’t you maintain a bit of decency, always picking at your Grandpa’s stinky feet every day!"

Huang Yifan was furious; he almost got fumigated upon flying in.

The fresh air during flight was so refreshing, and then he inhaled a mouthful of salted fish smell.

The stark contrast almost suffocated him.

A wave of nausea arose, and he felt a sudden turmoil in his stomach, nearly throwing up.

Chen Ru Hai almost shouted "Assassin" but swallowed it back quickly, slipped down from the wall, and hastily waved his hands to open all doors and windows, throwing out the air from the room along with the foot skin he rubbed off.

He instantly dressed up neatly, a flattering smile on his face: "Boss, what brings you here? Please, have a seat."

"Change the place!"

Huang Yifan bellowed furiously, "Also, go wash your hands! Hurry up!"

Chen Ru Hai hurriedly bustled his butt out, "Quick, quick... find a clean room..."

...

Moments later, sitting in a clean reception room,

Chen Ru Hai was washed up and radiant,

Even carrying a few sachets.

Fragrant and rich.

"Sit over there!"

Huang Yifan pressed Chen Ru Hai to the farthest spot from himself, then once more cleansed the chair beneath him with Spiritual Energy and swept the entire room with Spiritual Energy.

Only then did he close the door and set up a soundproof Barrier.

To be frank, Huang Yifan was not a clean person.

He was also definitely considered sloppy.

But when it came to Chen Ru Hai, he had to be a model of hygiene.

It was simply... intolerable.

...

"Do you know why I’m here?" Huang Yifan asked.

Chen Ru Hai understood immediately and said, "Has Fang Che arrived at the Martial Arts Academy?"

"Correct."

"Do you have plans for him?"

"Correct."

"How do you see it?"

Chen Ru Hai asked.

"Under the pressure of my spirit, he stayed suppressed until collapse without any issue. Completely honest and kind, hating evil as if it were his enemy, a heart full of chivalry, a spirit of justice."

Huang Yifan’s gaze was piercing as he said word by word, "Could it be that you made a mistake?"

Chen Ru Hai was about to answer when Huang Yifan quickly added, "Think carefully before you answer. This matter, at this moment, is extremely important!"

"Extremely important?!"

Chen Ru Hai suddenly looked up.

"Yes."

Chen Ru Hai pondered for a moment and said, "In that case, I won’t make any judgments. The materials are all from my personal collection, untouched by anyone else. You judge for yourself."

He stood up and went to his secret room.

Then he came back with a stack of materials.

Contained within were analyses of every action and word regarding Fang Che.

Every sentence was annotated.

Including the existence of Ye Meng.

As well as all the intelligence returned by Ye Meng, and the actions taken based on that intelligence.

...

Huang Yifan read very slowly.

It was as if he were chewing over every single character, every single word.

During this time, he did not utter a single sound.

When he arrived, it had only been morning.

But by the time he finished with these materials, it was already the early morning hours.

Without saying a word, taking a sip of water, or even moving from his spot at all,

he had mulled over every single word several times.

The crowing of the rooster and the first hint of dawn came together.

Only then did Huang Yifan finally put down the scroll, close his eyes, lean back in his chair, and fall into deep contemplation.

Chen Ru Hai had been by his side the entire time.

Equally silent, he dared not make even the slightest sound.

After a good while, Huang Yifan opened his eyes and said, "According to the information, this Fang Che is beyond doubt a member of the Yixin Sect. But I still trust my own assessment. I think this Fang Che is a good kid."

Chen Ru Hai’s expression did not change as he replied, "On this matter, I dare not say anything. The reason I notified the boss was to ’nip it in the bud,’ just to be on the safe side."

"I understand. I will keep a close eye on it."

Huang Yifan sighed softly and said, "You don’t need to follow me today. I’m going to look around Bibo City."

Then he added, "After I’m done, I’ll head back. I won’t say goodbye when I leave."

"Since the boss has come all this way, why not stay for a meal before you go? It would be my pleasure to play host..."

"Get lost, Grandpa! I can’t even stomach the thought of eating with you, not even the immortals could!"

Huang Yifan rolled his eyes.

He casually threw two bottles of Elixir Pills to Chen Ru Hai, saying, "Take one pill every seven days, there are a hundred pills here. When you finish these, come find me."

"Yes."

Chen Ru Hai treasured the gift.

"If you can’t cure the ’Thousand-Layer Corpse Poison,’ you can’t just resign yourself to despair. It’s made it to your feet now, can’t you at least hide that one foot? As a Hall Master, what kind of image is this?!"

Huang Yifan scolded.

"Yes, boss, you’re right."

Huang Yifan waved his hand and disappeared without a trace.

Chen Ru Hai sighed, standing quietly for a long time before returning to look over the scroll once more.

Then, he opened one side of his bed, placed the scrolls inside. Re-locking it, he disguised the exterior and replaced the pillow.

...

Huang Yifan stayed in Bibo City for a full three days.

Then he left.

...

Before long, Fang Che returned to his Scholar Residence.

"Young Master, you’re back."

Ye Meng greeted him with zeal, helping Fang Che take off his large cloak and hanging it on the rack, while saying, "The large house next door has also been bought. I don’t know who by, and since you weren’t back, I didn’t dare to inquire."

"Oh?"

Fang Che’s gaze flickered briefly.

When he had bought this place, the house next door had been empty.

He had just bought this place, and now there was someone next door?

’It’s either the Yixin Sect or the Guardian Hall.’

Fang Che had his suspicions and said, "Why are you meddling with other people buying houses? You sure are nosy. You’ve been eating without any progress for these few days, when will you break through? Focus on your cultivation!"

He gave Ye Meng a standard scolding.

Ye Meng pouted.

This guy could hardly ever say anything nice.

Fang Che had already gone to practice his skills, unconcerned about which side the neighbor was from. If it were people from the Yixin Sect, they would make contact on their own.

And if they were from the Guardian Hall, then that was for Ye Meng to handle.

That night.

Fang Che was jolted awake by a tremor from his dreams.

He felt the earth gently shaking beneath him. It wasn’t a local tremor, rather it felt like... a shock of enormous scope.

As an experienced hand, Fang Che immediately realized that somewhere far away a powerful individual was engaged in battle.

The residual shockwaves from that fight must have disturbed a ley line, causing this minor earthquake here.

"Judging by these tremors, the battle must be taking place at a great distance. And the person causing them must be unimaginably powerful."

Fang Che lay in bed feeling the vibrations, a sense of awe washing over him.

Such a powerful force, even if it were his own former self, would he not be reduced to ashes by a mere breath?

Who could it be?

...

The next day.

Fang Qingyun had arranged a welcome back feast for Fang Che, and Fang Che took this opportunity to feed Fang Qingyun the Tianmai red fruit.

Fang Qingyun, oblivious from start to finish, drank himself under the table as a few classmates engaged in lively debate by his side.

He went to bed inebriated.

Come morning,

Fang Qingyun’s dorm mates were all awakened by a foul stench.

"Damn... did you crap yourself, Fang Qingyun?!"

They fled, covering their noses, and from outside the dormitory threw a brick onto the still-snoring Fang Qingyun’s bed, "Just because you’re drunk doesn’t mean you can deal with it in bed..."

Fang Qingyun woke slowly, overwhelmed by the pungent aroma, and couldn’t help but curse, "Who did this?"

...

An hour later,

The freshly cleaned Fang Qingyun was surrounded and fiercely beaten by his dorm mates.

Bedding such as sheets and comforters were gone, incinerated.

And the utterly bewildered Fang Qingyun, groveling and pleading, offset a month’s worth of meals to finally silence them.

They reluctantly agreed not to spread the story of him ’crapping the bed.’

The matter was settled.

Fang Qingyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But he was sure—he hadn’t done it!

So what on earth had happened?

He’d eaten with his cousin...

...

It wasn’t until three days later that a message arrived about the nighttime earthquake.

Sword against spear, and the sword lost a move!

Once the news was out, the whole world was shaken!

...

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