Monarch Night
Chapter 90 - 53 Fang Che’s Grandmaster Banquet

Chapter 90: Chapter 53 Fang Che’s Grandmaster Banquet

Fang Che naturally didn’t know that his report had reminded the Yixin Sect of a super big trouble.

But it also helped the Yin Shen Palace solve a crisis.

Of course, even if Fang Che knew, he wouldn’t care, and if he did, he would be even more vigilant. Because for Fang Che, others becoming the Sect Hierarch was far less beneficial than the Yin Shen Palace being in that role.

That evening.

The Huo Family didn’t show up.

The San Sheng Sect didn’t come either.

Neither did the Heavenly God Sect.

Fang Che didn’t even light any incense.

He thought about it and felt that there hadn’t been much going on recently, so he decided to host a dinner tomorrow.

Right in the Martial Arts Academy cafeteria.

He had been fighting Huo Churan quite fiercely in the last few days, damaging his own gentleman-like jade image, and needed to restore it.

After all, his future wasn’t just about mixing in with the Yixin Sect, but also with the Guardians. It would be best to also get a post... Ah, the higher the better.

As for the Yixin Sect, what Fang Che was thinking now was... What if one day I became the Sect Hierarch? Hm? ... Just the thought of it was quite thrilling.

There were some other matters he needed to consult about. Of course, there were other things to tackle on the side.

As for the reason for the banquet, he had already thought it through.

He had just been promoted to Little Grandmaster.

That was a big step forward.

A Grandmaster banquet.

That same night.

At the White Cloud Martial Academy restaurant, Fang Che rented out three large tables.

Four instructors sat at the head table.

The other instructors from the eleventh class were also invited, making up one table.

The reason was to thank the instructors for not taking him too seriously.

The four of them didn’t want to come: our class was the one being beaten up, and now the one from your class who was doing the beating had been promoted to Grandmaster, the taste of that... really not something we wanted to experience.

But they were forcibly dragged there by Li Changkong and the others.

Because Li Changkong thought that, given Fang Che’s vindictive nature, he would probably have to go beat up Huo Churan many more times in the future.

It was very important to get familiar with the eleventh class instructors first.

Then there were Fang Qingyun and a group of classmates, a total of more than twenty people, four boys and sixteen girls, sitting at two large tables.

Then there were Mo Gan Yun, Ding Jie Ran, Qiu Yunshang, Jing Shuanggao, Xie Gongping and others, also invited to sit here. They shared a table with Fang Che.

And the class president and vice-president were also there.

Originally, the class president and vice-president should have been Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun, but both refused.

They had to find replacements.

Seeing that everyone had arrived.

Fang Che stood up first to give the opening speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear teachers, senior brothers and sisters, fellow students, I, student Fang Che, since entering the White Cloud Martial Academy..."

He spoke eloquently for a while, saying, "...I owe my thanks to everyone for your care, to the instructors for your dedicated teaching, today I have finally taken a step on the path of Martial Arts and become a Wuzhong... cough!"

At this point, he coughed.

His face turned a shade redder.

After all, he was the first in the world to host a Grandmaster banquet as a Little Grandmaster.

Fang Che still cared about his face.

But the audience was already roaring with laughter.

Li Changkong squinted his eyes and chuckled, "Indeed, the promotion of Master Fang today is a grand event in our Martial Arts World, so all of us generals, marshals, kings, emperors, and the like must come to celebrate. To flatter Master Fang a little."

Once Li Changkong said this, laughter nearly swept the restaurant away.

Even Ding Jie Ran, with his typically coffin-lid stern face, managed to twist out a rare smile.

Fang Che blushed like blood, struggling to maintain his dignity, kept coughing, and said, "Today, I have progressed a step further, so I have prepared some humble wine... cough cough... everyone... cough cough cough... to celebrate."

"Worthy of celebration!"

Everyone raised their glasses uniformly.

"Pfft!"

And then everyone let out a uniform laugh.

Fang Che stood stiffly with his glass, a reluctant smile on his lips, somewhat fawning, "Instructor Li... this, this situation is a bit disorganized and undisciplined..."

Li Changkong burst out laughing, "Today is a joyous occasion, there’s no need for such details."

No one paid attention, so Fang Che had to reluctantly salvage his dignity.

For the goal, what’s a little loss of face?

I, Fang Che, have always been a flexible person; even bowing my head to the Yin Shen Palace’s Sect Hierarch, can’t I withstand a few jeers?

But as the laughter grew louder, Fang Che realized, he really couldn’t bear it.

Especially when the instructors raised their glasses and earnestly referred to him with phrases like, "Master Fang’s promotion today is celebrated by all. I, a mere King level, am fortunate to attend your promotion feast, and am truly overjoyed. I specially toast to express my gratitude," Fang Che felt like his face had been made of pig’s blood.

So he quickly downed his glass in one gulp, shouting, "Great wine!"

That shout, unexpectedly amplified by his cultivation, echoed like thunder, startling everyone for a moment.

"Let’s not laugh for now, let me say a few words first."

Fang Che raised his head and puffed out his chest.

"Pfft..."

Some people couldn’t help themselves but then forcefully stopped immediately.

Fang Che immediately immersed himself in his emotions, put on a solemn face, and said, "While I may have taken a step ahead, I know that this little distance, it really isn’t much. At Baiyun Martial Academy, there are dragons lying amidst the tigers, too many classmates who come from the great families."

"Even some from Third-level Families, Fourth-level Families, among them, there might be hidden talents from First and Second Level Families. And my foundation, compared to these classmates, really can’t compare."

"What they lack is actually only the breakthrough to the Innate Grandmaster level. As long as they make this breakthrough on their own strength, then the accumulation of their entire lives is basically complete. By then, no matter how these classmates soar, it will not surprise anyone."

Fang Che said this and sighed gently, "This is the greatest fairness in the world because their fathers and ancestors paid too much, laying down the capital that allows them to solidify their foundations, to squander at will. Therefore, they can now accumulate at ease, amass a thick reserve, and then, one day, skyrocket to the heavens."

"But this is also the greatest injustice in the world. Because... we, the offspring of poor families, or the children from smaller families, no matter how hard we try, we can never have the same starting point as these classmates."

"Everything, we must rely on ourselves."

By the time Fang Che said this, no one was laughing.

Apart from Jing Shuanggao, Yu Zhongge, Xie Gongping, and Mo Gan Yun, who had thoughtful expressions on their faces, the others, including the eight instructors, all had a touch of sadness flickering in their eyes.

Especially the eight instructors, as people who had come through the experiences themselves, each had a trace of sadness flash across their faces.

The talents from large families, their cultivation after reaching Grandmaster, especially after Innate Grandmaster, leave them with vivid memories to this day.

The frustration of being clearly ahead at first, only to be overtaken in an instant after the other party broke through to Grandmaster, is unforgettable for life.

"Ah..."

Bao Feiyu sighed lightly, tilting his head back to gulp down a mouthful of wine.

As if in that one gulp, he drained away all the frustrations of the years.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the four instructors from Class Eleven had started drinking even earlier than himself, their expressions and the bitterness in their eyes, even heavier than his own.

He couldn’t help but sigh again.

For martial artists from ordinary families and children from families ranking Eighth to Twelfth-level, reaching Innate Grandmaster felt like crossing countless mountains.

They had reached a certain height.

Because even the elders and ancestors of their own family were only at this level of cultivation.

And to continue cultivating beyond this point, they couldn’t even see a path.

The path of the family ended here, relying on the guidance of instructors at the Martial Academy to grope their way forward step by step.

But for the geniuses from large families, reaching the state of Innate Grandmaster only qualified as just beginning on the path of Martial Arts.

Ordinary children fought desperately, moving forward desperately, advancing boldly, leaving the children of large families far behind before Innate Grandmaster.

When they themselves broke through Innate Grandmaster, the others might only be in the Third or Fourth Realm of General Martial Artists.

By the time they reached the Fifth or Sixth Realm of Innate, the others had just broken through to Grandmaster, is the disparity obvious?

But from this point forward, you never know when you’ll wake up one day and suddenly find the other side has reached Marshal level!

Like two people racing.

When you’re struggling up Mount Everest, nearing the summit, the other is still standing still.

But once they move, they step across the entire Himalayas in one stride!

Such despair.

Indescribable.

Seeing that he had struck a chord with everyone, Fang Che finally relaxed and said, "Hence, why I invited everyone today, to celebrate. But this is only a celebration that I have reached others’ starting point."

"From today onward, I shall begin the chase."

Fang Che raised his glass again, "I’m honored that at seventeen, I’ve reached others’ starting point."

He drained the glass.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned lively.

Especially at Fang Qingyun’s table, which mostly consisted of young teenagers who had just advanced into Wuzhong, their blood boiled with fighting spirit and a profound sense of insubordination, spurred by these words.

"Cousin spoke well!"

Fang Qingyun, with several glasses of wine in him, was invigorated, "Let’s work hard together."

"Together!"

Even Ding Jie Ran had a sparkle in his eye.

"How fortunate am I to have entered Baiyun Martial Academy, to have met all of you."

"With such good instructors, such good senior brothers and sisters, such good companions, such great rivals."

Standing, Fang Che nodded slightly to Ding Jie Ran, Qiu Yunshang, Mo Gan Yun, Xie Gongping, Yu Zhongge, Jing Shuanggao, "You are all my rivals, my companions, and also my friends."

"Including the senior brothers and sisters, and all of you, I hope that one day in the future when we battle the Demon Sect, we can rely on each other as shields, entrusting our lives to each other without any hesitation."

As he said this, Fang Che distinctly noticed a flash of darkness in Ding Jie Ran’s eyes.

Silently, he lowered his head, raised his glass, and drank it all.

Glancing around, Wan Zhimei at Fang Qingyun’s table seemed to shift slightly in the way she looked, her smile not quite heart-felt.

But Fang Che looked away. He had already made plans concerning this person.

And the earlier remarks about ’battling the Demon Sect’ were intentionally said.

"That’s enough for now, investigate further slowly."

Then came the toast, as the hosts and guests began a joyous banquet in earnest.

Li Changkong and his three colleagues also began to toast in sync.

Thoughtfully, they observed Fang Che.

They always felt that he wouldn’t just say such a speech so innocently, nor would he simply host a feast without ulterior motives.

Yet... they couldn’t figure it out.

Remembering how Fang Che had dominated the Su Family’s wealth with Demonic Path tactics in Bibo City, their minds were all the more puzzled.

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[Sorry, today’s my son’s birthday, had some drinks in the morning and fell asleep when I got back.]