Monarch Night

Tian Wanqing, stripped to nothing but a bright red pair of shorts, was crawling on the ground, performing a frog walk for the crowd; he suddenly got excited and pulled Zhao Wushang intending to perform a frog mating act...

Zhao Wushang forcefully broke free, so Tian Wanqing began performing a spinning wheel on his own.

Wearing only red shorts, he lay on his back with all four limbs in the air, spinning. Enthusiastically, he urged, "Kick me, kick me, so I spin faster."

So, everyone started to kick...

It was a chaotic dance of demons, unbearable to watch.

Zhou Mei'er, Wu Lianlian, and other girls sat far away in a circle, sipping wine, smiling as they watched the bunch of rich kids messing around.

Though they were collateral relatives, they were still from noble families, lacking nothing in their poise, upbringing, and temperament.

Occasionally, the sisters would huddle together, whisper a few jokes, and then burst out in laughter.

Who would think, seeing them like this now, that they are a group of female demons who don't hesitate to kill?

A few girls, their eyes dodging, would occasionally sneak a glance at the Starlight Master, fearfully turning their gaze away swiftly, pretending nothing happened, continuing their conversations and laughter.

After a while, they'd sneak another glance.

It must be said that the Starlight Master seemed to be overdoing it a little when it came to winning hearts.

However, he knew nothing about it now.

Still contemplating, further plans for winning hearts... Is there any chance?

...

The Starlight Master, having drunk too much, slipped away without a trace.

Before leaving, he set rules: no one is allowed to go out of the Escort Agency gates.

Within here, you can play however you want, but if anyone goes out, regardless of the reason, stepping out the gate is a capital offense.

So the little demons wailed and howled throughout the Escort Agency courtyard for the whole night.

The next day, the little demons were already out shopping in groups of three to five.

Meanwhile, Steward Fang had chased everyone in the Steward Hall out to patrol the streets.

Ever since his promotion, Tang Zheng's rank was no longer high enough to follow with the Chief Steward.

But Mr. Fang insisted on keeping Tang Zheng by his side to serve, even rewarding him with a stack of Cultivation Elixir Pills.

Tang Zheng was moved to tears, swearing that he would serve tirelessly for the people's peace his whole life.

Days were stable, and cultivation advanced rapidly.

However, there were no major disturbances either.

The number of Demon Disciples they could capture daily was pitifully low.

Fang Che was puzzled by one thing: the person Yan Beihan said would be bringing him gifts still hadn't shown up.

Could it be that your gift-bringer, like Chen Yin's, is climbing here?

Why do these Demon Sect disciples do things so sluggishly?

...

The day after Worldwide Escort Agency paid the salaries, a fierce battle erupted far away at Gu Bei Pass.

When the disciples of the Han Jian Mountain Sect descended the mountain and passed through Gu Bei Pass, they were ambushed by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

The eighth, ninth, and tenth ranked Guardians of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect led seven hundred experts from the headquarters Battle Platform into the Han Jian Mountain Sect's descending team, slaughtering from the front to the back, then from back to front, and once more from east to west, from west to east, killing back and forth.

And then they vanished calmly.

The blood of the Han Jian Mountain Sect disciples was used by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect to paint big characters.

"Death to any Outer World Mountain Sect that dares join the Guardians!"

Each character was as big as half a house, written on the mountain wall at Gu Bei Pass.

It's said the mountain wall was flattened by the stroke of a sword from a Wei Wo Zheng Sect protector.

Blood everywhere.

Continental shock.

Of Han Jian Mountain Sect's seventeen thousand five hundred disciples who descended the mountain, over ten thousand were brutally killed! The leading Venerable saint level elder was besieged by the Three Guardians and died in battle!

Gu Changhan rushed to aid, but was a step too late.

The Guardian's reinforcements also arrived a step late.

By the time they reached the battlefield, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect had already retreated for an hour.

Of the less than seven thousand disciples remaining, over two thousand were fearful to the core, crying and demanding to return to the Mountain Sect, while less than five thousand swore to seek vengeance...

So they divided into two routes again, one returning to the Mountain Sect; the other group of about five thousand people resolutely joined the Guardians!

For vengeance!

Gu Changhan was furious beyond measure.

Returning to the Mountain Sect once more for deployment.

Meanwhile, over at the Guardians, Dongfang Sansan was enraged.

Ordered a comprehensive eradication of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect.

Gu Changhan regretted it.

All along the way, he couldn't count how many times he sighed.

When he was at the Guardian Headquarters back then, Dongfang Sansan had once mentioned sending people for support. At that time, Dongfang Sansan must have already anticipated the possibility of an ambush, right?

It was a pity he arrogantly refused.

The Han Jian Mountain Sect going down the mountain with so many disciples and experts, did they still need protection? Escort?

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Over ten thousand disciples lost because of a careless refusal...

Gu Changhan's heart bled.

The Guardians were now fully engaged in capturing Demon Disciples; the Purple Crystal Ore was mined with all efforts, and the newly joined Han Jian Mountain Sect disciples were also being continuously arranged...

In short, from top to bottom, the atmosphere suddenly tensed up.

...

Over in Baiyun State, Mr. Fang's methods were becoming increasingly severe, with demands getting higher and higher.

The deacons were complaining incessantly, but, as the saying goes, one rank higher crushes you.

Mr. Fang was determined.

Because of this, seven to eight deacons applied for transfer to a hall, but Mr. Fang was indifferent, approving them without hesitation, telling them to go wherever they pleased.

But those who stayed must obey.

Especially for the female stewards who had been the best to Mr. Fang before, Mr. Fang was even more stringent, even setting a realm differentiation chart.

"You must advance according to the requirements! Otherwise, get out!"

The women cursed and trained bitterly with tears.