Monarch Night
Chapter 46 - 11 Bad News, Nation Founding, The Grand Competition_2

Chapter 46: Chapter 11 Bad News, Nation Founding, The Grand Competition_2

A sight to shake one’s soul—on that day, the sky mourned and the earth lamented, with furious winds howling furiously!

In just the super metropolis alone, a total of a hundred and fifty-two thousand people died unnaturally!

And countless other places were conducting the same kind of sacrifices, only on a much smaller scale; these, too, were happening simultaneously.

On this day, the number of lives lost tallied up to several hundreds of thousands.

This was the Wei Wo Zheng Sect performing a sacrifice to the Divine!

The entire continent trembled.

...

On the twenty-ninth of July.

The Da Xuan Empire, which belonged to the Guardian Alliance, suddenly erupted into war chaos. Within one day, blood flowed across a thousand miles.

All who were below the king were decapitated.

Prime Minister Wang Zichen led over a thousand civil officials to kneel outside the city gates to welcome the ascent of the new emperor.

Inside the city, tens of thousands of civil and military officials, as well as scholars, committed suicide for their country.

White banners filled the city.

Wails shook the heavens.

Generals of the border armies were assassinated one after another, and the old Marshal Yang Tie Feng fought to the death with his remaining troops, eventually being surrounded at the Imperial Mausoleum. He fought to the last man, and finally, the old marshal knelt before the mausoleum of the Da Xuan’s previous emperors and took his own life with his sword.

The Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s iron cavalry took station in the Da Xuan Capital, Xuanwu City.

The new emperor, Chu Wuji, ascended to the throne, declared to all under heaven the change of the country’s name to Xin Chu! He heavily employed those officials who surrendered and declared a general amnesty!

From then on, a period of recovery and rejuvenation began.

Unrest broke out along the borders of Xin Chu, but the expert masters of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect were dispatched in all directions and quickly suppressed the uprisings.

Smoke from the various battlegrounds slowly subsided, and Xin Chu sent peace treaties to the neighboring nations, seemingly ushering in peace under heaven.

But the entire world knew.

The world had changed!

Dark currents surged below.

No one knew when it would trigger a national war, but once it began, the flames of war would spread across the continent in an exceedingly short amount of time.

No place would be spared!

No one would be spared!

Because the Wei Wo Zheng Sect had accomplished the plan they had been plotting for tens of thousands of years!

They had established their own nation.

Though it was only the first nation, the first dynasty, from then on, they possessed the fortune of a nation!

That is to say... legitimacy!

All disciples of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect celebrated universally.

However, for the nations affiliated with the Guardian Alliance, everyone’s hearts were seized with terror and shock.

Prior to this, everyone knew that the Wei Wo Zheng Sect intended to establish a nation, but they all thought it would likely just be some remote and small country.

Nobody expected that one of the three great empires, the Da Xuan Empire, would switch allegiances so easily!

Such an easy change of dynasty!

The current Xin Chu is now bordering one of the nations, Great Zhao!

The flames of war were nearly ignitable at a touch.

...

Baiyun State.

Baiyun Martial Academy.

August 2nd.

The competition for new students was held as scheduled.

On the Great Training Ground of the entire academy, tens of thousands of teachers and students stood in neat formation!

On the high platform.

Mountain Master Gao Qingyu stood tall, his voice thunderous as it rolled across the sky above the training ground.

He looked down at the students below, all with serious expressions on their faces, his voice calm and yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"...I believe everyone has heard the news. Lord Xue and Duan Xiyang fought, and lost a move. The Wei Wo Zheng Sect, which has been in the shadows for a million years and could not appear openly, has now officially established a dynasty, and from now on, they possess the fortune of a nation."

"I know the weight on your minds!"

"And I’m aware of the impending crises!"

The expressions on the faces of the students below grew ever more grave.

Suddenly, Gao Qingyu raised his voice, bursting out like a clap of thunder.

"But those messages have nothing to do with us! They have nothing to do with you!"

"You may be distressed to death, but the event has already happened."

"And now, with six million troops ready to fight on the frontier, fortified by the Guardians suppressing the land, the Guardian officers straightening out the world, various levels of the government shepherding the people, and stationed troops safeguarding peace!"

"All of this has led to you standing here today!"

"Your current worries are heavy and unproductive! Only by deepening your cultivation and enhancing your own martial strength will you have the ability to face any future situations!"

"Even your present distractions are letting down the efforts of your predecessors’ guardianship!"

"Here, as the Mountain Master of our Academy, I give you these words!"

Gao Qingyu’s voice exploded like a bolt from the blue, resonating in a thunderous tone!

He invested all his heart, all his strength, all his spirit.

He so desperately wanted to engrave this sentence into the hearts of these tens of thousands of children below.

"Do not let our predecessors’ blood be shed in vain, do not let the bloom of youth turn into sighs! Do not let the mortal world become the Demon Realm!"

Below, all the scholars simultaneously raised their arms and shouted.

"Do not let our predecessors’ blood be shed in vain, do not let the bloom of youth turn into sighs! Do not let the mortal world become the Demon Realm!"

Tens of thousands of voices cried out as one, creating a massive force like thunder from the nine heavens, shaking the entire Baiyun State!

A cub’s roar echoed in the valley, striking fear in a hundred beasts!

Everyone, no matter how far, heard the scholars’ roar!

A moment later.

"The competition for the top one hundred newcomers begins."

"Those whose names I call, step up to the front platform."

Gao Qingyu called out loudly, "First place, with 299 points, Fang Che!"

Below.

In the area where the second year students were located, a small group exclaimed in surprise.

Both men and women.

It was Fang Qingyun’s classmates and friends.

They had never imagined that their cousin would be in the first place for points!

They couldn’t help but have their eyes gleam with excitement.

Fang Qingyun was stunned.

Then he thought of his own ranking: out of 7,500 people in his grade, he was positioned at 7,476!

A sudden feeling of heartache.

A feeling of discomfort.

Suddenly, an urge surged within him to beat up his cousin.

To think you’re in first place!

How am I supposed to live?

Just tell me, how am I supposed to live? On this trip home, if my big uncle doesn’t beat me to death, that’s already fatherly love as sturdy as a mountain!

Under the watchful eyes of all.

Fang Che, clad in black, tall and upright, with a golden crown and jade hairpin, his hair fluttering, looked both heroic and handsome as he ascended the stage with ease.

Step by step he came.

As if descending from the Yaochi Immortal Palace, the jade towers, bearing the radiance of the rosy clouds, he approached in style.

Step by step onto the stage, step by step into the view of everyone below, and also step by step, into their hearts!

With a casually composed demeanor, his face with soft lines yet distinct features, his eyes sharp, carried a hint of cold, ascetic indifference.

"Wow..."

Below, suddenly erupted an involuntary exclamation.

With a slap.

An older student, less likely to draw the crowd’s attention, hit himself on the face and muttered, "I... I need to go back and find my parents!"

Laughter echoed from the sidelines.

Fang Che had already reached the platform, standing alone, the focus of tens of thousands of gazes, yet he was as unruffled as ever, without the slightest constraint that often afflicted the young in public.

With a face as calm as a cloud, and an air of composed ease.

Standing tall, his clothes fluttering in the breeze, he didn’t wear his signature large cloak of black with dark gold patterns, but he had an otherworldly grace about him.

In the chairman’s stage, Deputy Mountain Master Huang Yifan watched Fang Che with a look of confusion, pity, and endless uncertainty in his eyes.

Which side, exactly, did this Fang Che belong to?

...

[The Chapters are too long; there are just over thirty Chapters, and it’s already nearly 120,000 words. It only dawned on me today when someone reminded me that Chapters should be two thousand words each. But it seems too late to change now without losing face, so I can only ask everyone for more votes and favorites to give me some comfort.

The main issue is that it’s my first time writing a book, and I really lack experience. Sigh.]

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