Monarch Night
Chapter 85 - 48: The Assassination is Coming

Chapter 85: Chapter 48: The Assassination is Coming

"I don’t know."

Fang Che frowned, looking troubled. "Isn’t Ximen Xuri a seed of the Heavenly God Sect? I killed him and disrupted their plans; they will retaliate against me, right? Anyway, these people are no good, we should just be careful."

Huo Churan’s connection with the Demon Sect was still something he kept to himself.

Better keep it under the name of Heavenly God Sect for now.

He would reveal the Huo Family’s involvement later.

Fang Che meticulously reviewed his plan in his mind, then proceeded with his next steps.

Once the Huo Family made their move, they wouldn’t be able to hide the exposure from him!

"Got it."

Ye Meng immediately lowered her head, her eyes sparkling with a sharp light.

Then, she made an excuse to boil water and immediately sent the message out.

What if the attacker was too strong for her to handle?

Moreover, she couldn’t expose herself.

...

On the other side, Fang Che sent a message to Yin Shen Palace: "Reporting to the Sect Hierarch, subordinate Yemo informs that I have been attacking Huo Churan for four days, and Huo Churan has cried; I anticipate the Huo Family will seek revenge, and I plan to deal with them as well!"

Upon receiving the message, Yin Shen Palace chuckled with satisfaction and immediately replied, "Understood."

Then they sent a message to Qian Sanjiang: "Ensure Yemo’s safety."

Clearly, Yin Shen Palace knew that Yemo wasn’t just reporting but seeking help.

But Qian Sanjiang was confused.

What does this mean?

Yemo in danger?

Damn, I’m a Grand Elder of the Yixin Sect, and now I’m this kid’s personal bodyguard?

So he immediately set out.

...

That night.

Fang Che didn’t allow Ye Meng to sleep in his room but ordered her and himself to hide in a secret compartment.

He was on full alert.

Expecting a master from the Yixin Sect tonight, if Ye Meng carelessly made a move, she could be exposed.

That wouldn’t do.

The secret compartment wasn’t big.

It just fit the two of them.

Ye Meng’s body was tense, trying to minimize her presence. Next to her, Fang Che’s warm, soft breathing made it feel like tiny ants were crawling all over her body.

Fortunately, her training prevailed, and she endured.

"Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t make a noise; lives are at stake," Fang Che whispered.

Ye Meng slowly nodded, closed her eyes, and relaxed her body, quietly waiting...

Fang Che also tensed up.

But being next to Ye Meng’s youthful and vibrant body, he felt an unusual stirring in his body; he arched like a prawn.

He quickly redirected his thoughts and started strategizing how to deal with the Huo Family.

He harbored a heavy intent to kill towards these families.

Because he knew that all families affiliated with the Demon Sect would eventually do one thing before their identities were exposed: depending on their abilities, they would slaughter all the civilians in their city or district.

Then the entire family would flee to the Demon Sect.

In doing so, they showed their absolute loyalty to the Demon Sect, and in the eyes of both the Demon Sect and the Guardians, there was no going back.

Like offering their heads.

Families like the Ximen Family and the Huo Family would start moving, and with no high-level martial artists in the small cities to stop them, rivers of blood could flow overnight.

Including Ding Jie Ran’s Ding Family.

Thus, he kept provoking Huo Churan, first cutting off his cultivation path at the Martial Arts Academy and humiliating him as much as possible to push him to his limits.

It was all for this moment.

Once the Huo Family acted, Fang Che was confident he could gradually push them into the abyss—with no reservations or mercy in his heart.

However, beating up Huo Churan, as satisfying as it might have been, entailed dangerous repercussions.

But there was no other way.

Because the reasons for his actions, along with how and why he received this information, couldn’t be revealed.

He had to figure it out himself.

To everyone else, Fang Che was just showing off and being arrogant, but only he knew that one wrong step could be fatal.

The night slowly deepened.

...

In the neighboring mansion, arrangements were made, and Fan Tiantiao hid there personally.

But he was also troubled: if his people made a move, then their watch over Fang Che could no longer be concealed.

But Fang Che couldn’t die.

What a mess!

On another front.

Qian Sanjiang was already in disguise.

This was the Sect Hierarch’s precious property.

He had to take good care of it.

Deep into the night.

No stars, no moon.

It was already midnight.

Several dark figures silently arrived in the night.

Swiftly, they located Fang Che’s courtyard.

With a swoosh, they effortlessly leapt onto the large trees in the courtyard.

It was quite overt, somewhat careless.

After all, according to their intelligence, Fang Che only had the cultivation of a seventh or eighth-grade martial master, which was really nothing noteworthy, sending a few Little Grandmasters was overkill.

Just a Martial Arts Academy student, how much harm could he do?

But this kid was just too detestable, what has he done to our Huo Churan to deserve such relentless pursuit?

It would be good to kill him.

Tonight was dark and windy, a perfect time.

The courtyard was silent.

Not even a guard in sight.

The three shared a look and smiled, then simultaneously leapt from the tree.

They headed straight for the main house.

Qian Sanjiang watched from another large tree branch, his eyes sharp and still.

He watched to see if Fang Che could handle it himself.

Hidden weapons ready in his hand.

Regardless, it was still manageable.

The shadows flashed and arrived at the door.

...

Two kept watch.

One approached the door, placed a palm on it, and gently turned; silently, the latch turned to dust.

With a gentle push, the door quietly opened.

The person slipped inside.

He gestured a "mission accomplished" sign behind him and quietly shut the door.

Then all that was heard was a soft "thud."

Then silence.

Inside was still silent.

The person who entered did not come out.

There were no other movements either.

Outside, the two keeping watch were baffled: "???"

What’s going on?

Can you give me some reaction, big brother? What happened?

Inside.

The person who entered was sprawled on the bed, sleeping soundly.

However, his complexion was turning blue and purple, which seemed somewhat abnormal.

At the head of the bed, a stick of incense was burning slowly, emitting colorless smoke that had no special smell.

This smoke swirled only around the head of the bed and did not spread.

It was the infamous Soul Devouring Fragrance from the Martial Arts World.

Those below Marshal Level would faint upon smelling it.

Without an antidote, they would likely sleep until death.

A box of incense, ten sticks along with the antidote, had cost Fang Che thirty school credits!

When Fang Che exchanged for this Soul Devouring Fragrance, he trembled with heartache.

Too expensive!

He also endured the kind of ’seeing a Demon’ gaze from the old man at the credit exchange.

Expensive or despised, it was all necessary.

Although he had already reported it, Yin Shen Palace would definitely have made arrangements, but having someone else handle the trouble versus handling it oneself looked different in the eyes of the upper echelon.

It’s the difference between having capability and the extent of one’s capability.

Thus, reporting was only to ensure that nothing went wrong.

He planned to handle it himself.

He had already wasted one stick since last night.

Otherwise, Fang Che wouldn’t be so frustrated.

—If the Huo Family does not come to assassinate me tonight, I will lose another precious stick of Soul Devouring Fragrance.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Ye Meng from the secret compartment extended an iron hook, hooked the person, and dragged him quietly over, Fang Che raised his hand, and a needle silently pierced his throat.

The man died without a sound.

The iron hook moved again, the blanket was pulled up, covering the body on the bed.

"Can this bedding still be used after today?"

From the secret compartment, Fang Che sighed.

Ye Meng silently rolled her eyes.

What time is it, and you’re worried about whether the bedding can still be used? We’re on the brink of life and death, big brother!

Up in the tree, Qian Sanjiang sighed.

This kid is too cunning.

No one made a move, yet one assassin is already dead!

So easily.

But what means he used, he still did not know, it was definitely that insidious type of thing. In this regard, he really shared a knack with the Sect Hierarch of the Divine Sect.

No wonder the Sect Hierarch appreciated him.

...

The other two, having waited left and right, finally lost their patience.

With a loud shout, they burst into the room.

Activating their cultivation to see in the dark,

they only saw the bedroom peaceful, someone under the blankets sleeping soundly.

Their brother Hong Fei, who had just entered, was nowhere to be seen. It was as if nothing had happened in the room.

But this was too abnormal!

Where did such a big living person go right after entering?

Both rushed to the bed like whirlwinds, blades gleaming, chopping at the body covered by the blanket.

There was a ’puff’ sound, and blood splattered everywhere.

The person on the bed seemed completely unprepared and was brutally chopped. Instantly, he was cut into three pieces.

A head rolled out.

Both grabbed it to examine and were shocked, "Old Du!"

This head turned out to be their new comrade who had just entered!

How did he suddenly end up under the blanket?

And why was there no reaction at all?

For a moment, both were utterly confounded.

But at that moment, they suddenly felt dizzy and their bodies weakened.

The knives dropped from their hands as they fell forward.

Collapsing on the bed.

They were immediately knocked unconscious.

The knife in their hands loosened, and Old Du’s head rolled out like a ball.

After a while, two needles flew out from the secret compartment.

They pierced the throats of the two men.

Both men had no reaction.

Then Fang Che kicked his legs, flying out like a dart, with a long knife in hand. The moment he appeared, the blade flashed, and two successive chops.

Puff-puff!

He neatly chopped off two heads.

The smell of blood instantaneously permeated the air.

These two strikes were decisively swift.

Even Qian Sanjiang outside was stunned: Don’t they even need questioning?

To just chop them off so cleanly and decisively?

After chopping, Fang Che burned the incense along with the antidote and sat in the dark corner of the room for a while, watching over three corpses.

His expression unchanged.

Once he was sure no one else would come,

he then struck a match, lighting the lamp.

Ye Meng finally came out from the compartment, her face a bit pale, "Young Master, what should we do now?"

Though she was not very scared, her heart was somewhat apprehensive.

Her current facial expression was only half acting.

In contrast, Fang Che was now truly calm.

"What to do? Just deal with it."

Fang Che opened the door and laid the three headless bodies on the floor.

Then he began to search their bodies one by one.

Golden bills, silver notes, and other identity items, Huo Family tokens, nothing was missing.

Even a flame-shaped identity card indicating the high status of the Huo Family.

Three Little Grandmasters.

Fang Che calmly collected these, then instructed Ye Meng, "Find three boxes. The kind that can hold heads, and add some lime."

"Uh... okay."

Ye Meng seemed somewhat flustered as she left.

Not long after, she returned carrying three boxes.

Fang Che one by one matched the identity cards with the heads, arranging them carefully and meticulously.

Then, he dragged the three corpses by the ankles and took them out.

To the corner of the courtyard, he instructed Ye Meng, "Come, dig a hole, deep."