Monarch Night

Fang Che also suddenly raised his head, greatly shocked: "Master, this is absolutely inappropriate, please withdraw the decree!"

Yin Shen Palace said calmly: "It's written in black and white, how can I withdraw the decree? It is already like water poured out!"

He said softly: "So you must quickly grow, if that day does come, don't let anyone take it from you."

Fang Che prostrated his head on the ground, saying: "Disciple absolutely dares not! Master will surely achieve longevity and command respect in the Mortal World!"

"By then, you won't dare not to."

Yin Shen Palace smiled and said: "In the Jianghu, always prepare for the unexpected. As martial artists, we should have such awareness. Your master has traveled the world throughout his life, with mountains of bones under his command, dying at any moment wouldn't feel like a loss. Moreover, this is just a precautionary statement, who knows what the future holds, but with this paper, no matter when, you, Yemo, will always be the first heir to the Yixin Sect Leader."

"I'm just being cautious."

Yin Shen Palace gazed into the distance, gently saying: "The waves in Jianghu are treacherous, traveling in the Mortal World is challenging...ah."

Fang Che smiled and said: "But the position of Yixin Sect Leader, Master does it best, with all due disrespect... I want to be the leader of the True Sect."

"Damn it!"

The four shouted angrily in unison.

Then burst into hearty laughter.

Following that were various other gifts, all rare Heavenly Treasures and various high-grade Cultivation Materials.

Then, the four sat down together on top.

Fang Che and Ye Meng knelt down simultaneously.

"Grateful thanks to Master, Second Master, Third Master, and Fourth Master for their nurturing. Yemo will certainly do his utmost in dedication and filial piety to Master from now on."

The four simultaneously lifted their hands in satisfaction.

Then came Sun Yuan's spiritual tablet.

Fang Che and Ye Meng knelt in reverence.

Looking at the spiritual tablet of Sun Yuan, which Fang Che always honored, the four were somewhat silent.

Mu Lin Yuan sighed leisurely: "Sun Yuan did not live in vain this life, nor did I..."

Qian Sanjiang and Hou Fang both nodded solemnly.

Following, Mu Lin Yuan announced: "Send into the bridal chamber."

There were no maidservants.

Thus, the groom personally led the bride into the bridal chamber.

Only to find that the bridal chamber, Fang Che's bedroom, was already filled with fresh flowers apart from the bed and the path.

The fragrance was overwhelming.

Both felt a sense of unreal dreaminess.

Fang Che: Am I getting married now?

Ye Meng: Am I getting married now?

Even after entering the bridal chamber, they both were still dreaming.

One could say it was child's play, yet filled with solemnity and gravity. One could say it was formal, yet how could this be called formal?

Ye Meng only felt like she was floating in the mist.

Her small head was dazed to the point of chaos.

"Wait here, I need to go out and drink with the masters."

Ye Meng, veiled in red, nodded dazedly.

Quickly go out, let me calm down, and sort things out...

...

When Fang Che came out, the four guests had already begun feasting.

Yes, the only four guests had very complex identities: Master Xi, Master Xi's Wife, the teaching master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master, along with the bride's mother-in-law, father-in-law, officiant, and other male and female guests...

All four were multitasking.

The banquet was meager, with only one table.

But all four were cheerful and jolly.

Qian Sanjiang and the other two raised their cups in congratulations: "Congratulations, congratulations."

Yin Shen Palace raised a cup to the three in congratulations: "Congratulations, congratulations."

The four raised their cups together: "Joy shared by all, joy shared by all."

Fang Che came out to see the atmosphere so lively.

The dishes were barely touched, and four jars of wine were already gone.

He couldn't help but smile wryly, sitting down in his groom's suit, and said: "Master..."

"Here, drink! Today is your day of great joy."

Yin Shen Palace pressed him onto a chair with one palm: "Sit down, say nothing, drink first, finish the wine, and then go to the bridal chamber."

"Disciple wants to express gratitude..."

"Drink to express gratitude!"

"..."

Not until two jars of wine were consumed did Yin Shen Palace and Mu Lin Yuan, among others, in high spirits, chat about Jianghu tales, past events, Guardians, the Guardian Hall, and... Wei Wo Zheng Sect...

As they drank, Yin Shen Palace's eyes grew misty, laughing heartily. He gently stroked Fang Che's groom robe with his hand, smiling at the three: "Have any of you worn such attire in your life?"

Mu Lin Yuan chuckled: "I have, worn it twice."

Qian Sanjiang smiled faintly: "Never worn it."

He raised the wine jar, downed half of it in one go, and a flash of pain flickered in his eyes.

He seemed to recall the woman who waited endlessly for him, whom he loved all his life, thought of all his life but ultimately hanged herself before him...

Even though she died, he loved her all his life, but...she would rather die than like me!

Hou Fang sighed and said: "I have worn it, but, unfortunately, the one who made me wear this attire... died early."

Yin Shen Palace laughed heartily, seemingly overwhelmed with joy, pointing at Fang Che's red robe: "These clothes, I... almost wore them back then."

He muttered: "Almost, I almost wore it!"

"Just a little more!"

Mu Lin Yuan chuckled: "Today is a joyous day, let's not talk about the past. Had the Sect Hierarch worn these clothes back then, how could there be a Yixin Sect Leader today, hahaha... drink, drink."

Hearing the words 'Yixin Sect Leader,' Yin Shen Palace suddenly sobered up, his eyes sharp as a hawk as he looked at Fang Che and said: "You just said, you don't want to be Yixin Sect Leader, you want to be Wei Wo Zheng Sect Leader, what does that mean?"

Fang Che downed a cup of wine in a single gulp.

Placing the cup down, he put both hands on Yin Shen Palace's knees, speaking in a deep, heartfelt voice: "Master... disciple... disciple's ambitions are grand."