Monarch Night
Chapter 80 - 43 How to Provoke

Chapter 80: Chapter 43 How to Provoke

Fang Che’s attitude was very clear.

Based on the feedback from Yin Shen Palace recently, Fang Che had basically figured out the pulse of the Sect Hierarch.

"We’re from Yixin Sect, as long as it benefits Yixin Sect, you can do whatever you want! If you can suppress the competition, even better!"

Doesn’t that sound incomprehensible? All belong to Wei Wo Zheng Sect, yet each strives to put the other to death! Why?

But change the way you say it and it becomes clear: the factional struggles of the court.

All serving one nation, one Monarch, yet every day engaging in cutthroat competition, a life-and-death struggle.

Because if you rise up, I can’t.

If you hold more power, my voice becomes smaller.

In the court, the Left Minister and Right Minister may seem united and harmonious on the surface, but their supporters underneath stir up numerous disputes every day, engage in mutual sabotage numerous times, causing countless deaths, destroying countless families.

This is Jianghu, this is the human heart, this is factional strife.

I digress.

Yin Shen Palace is a top figure among Yixin Sect’s factions but certainly not the one at the pinnacle. The one at the top must be in the Main Sect!

Since Yin Shen Palace harbors such thoughts and actions, the one above must be of the same ilk—without his direction, Yin Shen Palace wouldn’t have such ideas; in other words, without his support, Yin Shen Palace wouldn’t dare to act this way.

Precisely because someone will clean up after them, no matter what is done, in the end, there are no consequences. That’s why...

Fang Che saw this very clearly.

So, he took the initiative to send a message to Yin Shen Palace to ask for instructions, first to express his complete loyalty to the Sect Hierarch. Second, to show that he does everything without any concealment.

The biggest advantage of this is not in getting permission to act, but in gaining the trust of Yin Shen Palace—you can perfectly complete a thousand tasks below, but it’s not as important as how much trust you hold in the hearts of those above!

Yin Shen Palace immediately replied, "Hmm?"

Fang Che promptly responded, "I can’t stand that kid. He can’t beat me, but he’s always snide and resentful. I can’t stand the sight of him."

This statement fully expressed the youthful nature: I’m young and full of vigor!

But also like a child, honestly unguarded in front of his elders.

Upon seeing the message, Yin Shen Palace couldn’t help but show a hint of amusement: "This young one sure has a fiery temper."

So, the reply came back: "Such trivial matters, no need to report."

Fang Che replied, "Just worried about causing trouble for you if I beat him too hard or to death."

Yin Shen Palace responded, "Do I look like someone who fears trouble?"

Fang Che: "Sect Hierarch’s might overshadows all, his spirit reaches the sky, unmatched hero, number one in the world. Nothing is a big deal in Sect Hierarch’s hands. Your humble Yemo admires you deeply, wishing the Sect Hierarch invincible might, to awe the present age, enduring through a thousand autumns and ten thousand years, unifying Jianghu."

This bootlicking was intentionally over the top.

Fang Che wanted to test Yin Shen Palace’s impression of him.

As expected.

Yin Shen Palace immediately replied with a single word.

"Scram!"

Done!

Fang Che put away the Communication Jade, satisfied.

Hmm, Yin Shen Palace has a very good impression of me, extremely good!

In that case, I can be a bit more presumptuous, even bolder.

...

The next day, after attending morning classes as usual and beating Mo Gan Yun four times, he was thrashed once by each of the four instructors.

Mo Gan Yun’s strength was progressing quickly.

He had already reached Seventh Grade Martial Master and was about to advance to Eighth Grade.

For this, Fang Che couldn’t help but sigh at the heritage of the great families.

After a period of accumulation, the speed of advancement was truly fast.

If it wasn’t for Mo Gan Yun not having broken through to Innate Grandmaster yet, and unable to use some cultivation-boosting treasures, his cultivation might be progressing even faster.

Although Fang Che had the Infinite Scripture, once he broke through Grandmaster, these family descendants, after sufficient accumulation of their heritage, would likely have a period when their advancement surpassed his own.

And during this period, they would breeze through Grandmaster, Marshal, Duke, King and even... those from second, third, fourth, fifth-grade families might in the Emperor Level tier surpass him in pure cultivation growth.

It was only when stepping across the divide between Heaven and Earth, passing the Yulong Heavenly Gate into Monarch Level, that this situation would change.

In other words, this is the biggest difference between the sons of great families and poor disciples: Grandmaster, Marshal, Duke, King.

They can cross these tiers with ease.

Whereas common folk, to leap over these ranks, might take generations of hard effort, and even then it’s a lottery chance that a genius arises to climb high with innate talent!

And they might not even last long at the top. The higher the position, the fierier and tumultuous it gets.

And the dangers, consequently, are greater.

Without a solid foundation, it’s easy to be slapped down.

Those with deep and robust roots support you in the clouds, enabling you to withstand the storms.

But those exceptional poor disciples who shoot up alone have too thin of a foundation, like a lone tree reaching for the sky.

As they say, "The tree that stands out in the forest is the one most likely to be destroyed by the wind." That’s what it refers to.

That’s where the difference in risks lies.

"Come on! Treat me to a meal," Fang Che said to Mo Gan Yun.

"..." Mo Gan Yun’s face was full of speechlessness, but his eyes were cunning, "When have you not treated me in recent times? What’s your excuse for making me pay today?"

Fang Che said with a smile, "Brother Mo, you’re going too far with that. What family are you from? What backing do I have? I’m just a distant relative of a Ninth Level Family, and you, are..."

"I’ll treat you!"

Mo Gan Yun immediately raised his hand to interrupt.

If he continued, a heap of sarcastic remarks would follow.

He couldn’t bear it.

But in his heart, he was actually very happy, because he had probed Fang Che’s attitude toward him.

Mo Gan Yun even felt quite joyful.

"Well-behaved!"

Fang Che grinned from ear to ear.

Beside him, Fu Chengyun’s complexion was complex, and he kept his head down, saying nothing.

"Brother Mo, invite me for a meal too," Wang Yunpeng from the same class said with a sycophantic smile, "My family is also Ninth Level..."

"Scram!"

Mo Gan Yun was unsparing, "I invite Fang Che because he can beat me, and I’m no match for him! That’s why I invite him, so that when the day comes that I surpass him, I will make him treat me every day! Who the hell are you to ask me to treat you to a meal?"

Wang Yunpeng’s face turned beet red.

He cursed furiously in his mind: "Damn it, getting beaten up every day has become a pleasure? And he’s still proud as a peacock..."

But he dared not say these words aloud. He gave an awkward smile and hurriedly scuttled away.

The expressions of the others were complex.

Everyone knew they couldn’t afford to provoke the family backing Mo Gan Yun.

And Fang Che was not at the same level as themselves and the others.

Although they were in the same class, they were... not from the same social stratum. This was something everyone acknowledged deep down.

And with the incident involving Fu Chengyun before, ordinary people dared even less to speak up.

Wang Yunpeng had just wanted to hitch a ride, but he was ruthlessly rejected.

It was expected that, after today, such incidents would be completely eliminated.

A hint of satisfaction flickered in Mo Gan Yun’s eyes.

As for Fang Che, a thought flickered through his mind: This simpleton is actually quite clever. And boy, does he have some tricks up his sleeve.

...

The cafeteria.

Fang Che deliberately went to the cafeteria a bit late with Mo Gan Yun in tow.

Sure enough, they ran into Huo Churan.

Huo Churan had been avoiding Fang Che recently, so every day he would intentionally go to the cafeteria a quarter of an hour later, under the pretense of cultivating a bit more in the classroom.

In reality, he didn’t want to see the detestable faces of Fang Che, Ding Jie Ran, Qiu Yunshang, and Mo Gan Yun.

Someone else shared the same sentiment.

Wei Zihao—the genius of the Wei Family from Bibo City!

This Young Master Wei was now regretting so much that his guts were green.

Ever since Fang Che had shown his talents at Baiyun Martial Academy, regret gnawed at him.

The incident before in the forest felt like an unresolved issue in his heart.

So, he too had been deliberately avoiding Fang Che.

Now, their paths finally crossed.

Fang Che, draped in his signature black cloak with dark gold patterns, walked in with an easy grace. Mo Gan Yun’s towering, muscular frame followed, making him look like a bodyguard against Fang Che’s relaxed demeanor—that was Mo Gan Yun’s biggest dissatisfaction!

But there was nothing he could do; as long as he was with Fang Che, he would never steal the spotlight.

Even though he was a whole forty centimeters taller than Fang Che.

But... it was of no use.

At this time, there were very few people in the cafeteria dining, because the big wave had already passed. This cafeteria, which could accommodate five hundred people, now had only a sparse thirty or forty people, most of whom were almost done eating.

Mo Gan Yun went to swipe his card, while Fang Che stood in the cafeteria, his gaze sweeping around.

He exuded a distinguished presence, his aura unmatched.

Huo Churan snorted and lowered his head to eat.

As Fang Che’s gaze swept over, Wei Zihao lowered his head even further, wolfing down his food.

Fang Che suddenly noticed that Wei Zihao was darker.

And thinner.

Compared to before the incident in the forest, Wei Zihao had been fair-skinned, but now, he had actually turned into a black man!

Even the scorching sun couldn’t do that, could it?

Fang Che was full of doubts.

What on earth was going on? An abnormality must have an underlying reason.

But where was the abnormality?

"Mr. Wei!"

Fang Che suddenly exclaimed in delight, "You’re eating here too? What a coincidence! At this time, shouldn’t you be in the latrine?"

"..."

The thirty or so people still eating in the cafeteria simultaneously stopped their chopsticks.

This was really a bit disgusting.

Everyone was enjoying their meals, and out comes the mention of a latrine?

Especially a few girls, who now felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

Wei Zihao’s face turned ugly, but he still forced a smile: "Brother Fang is joking."

Fang Che walked over, smiling broadly, and called out loud, "What’s the joke? Isn’t it always like this with you? When other people are eating, you’re squatting in the latrine, aren’t you? We’ve been from the same city for so many years, how could I not know you?"

The others had just picked up their chopsticks again, only to put them down once more.

Squatting in the latrine... that’s even more uncomfortable.

Wei Zihao took a deep breath, a sound audible to everyone.

Just as he was about to respond, Fang Che spoke first, "You always take such deep breaths to sniff, right? It’s said people don’t mind the smell coming from their own body, and Brother Wei, you’ve proven that."

Wei Zihao’s face turned ashen, unable to contain himself any longer, he slammed the table and stood up: "Fang Che, what are you doing?!"

"Just catching up, a little joke, that’s all. Can’t you take a joke? Why are you banging the table? Show some class."

Fang Che continued with a teasing smile, gesturing towards Huo Churan’s food bowl, which had remained silent as if he had seen nothing. "Look at Brother Huo’s bowl, that golden hue, neither thick nor thin, just the perfect temperature."

"Ugh!"

A few girls covered their mouths and rushed out, "Fang Xiaohua, you’re so disgusting!"

......