Monarch Night

"Hey, come back!"

Dongfang Sansan shouted.

Whoosh!

Xue Fuxiao came back, a bit confused and anxious: "What's the matter? I can't delay this task. The consequences are too serious."

"No big deal, I remembered something from the intel a few days ago. Since you're going southeast, handle it on the way."

Dongfang Sansan looked indifferent and said, "Fang Che and Ye Meng got married. Since it's on your way, take them a wedding gift."

"That's a small matter, just on the way."

"Hmm, just these things. Give them all to Fang Che, and then tell him how to use them and the precautions, got it?"

"I damn know more than you!"

"Make sure you don't focus so much on delivering the gifts that you forget to scout for Duan Xiyang!"

"Don't worry, the gift delivery is on the way, the scouting is the big deal. Am I someone who doesn't understand priorities?"

Xue Fuxiao was displeased.

Can't believe Sansan doesn't trust me!

"Go on!"

Whoosh!

Xue Fuxiao disappeared.

Dongfang Sansan smiled after a moment.

"Ha, Duan Xiyang really wasn't lying to you..."

"That One Cave spear Demon's legacy... he really can't find it, it really doesn't belong to him, otherwise, that Wujin Spear has been in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect for tens of thousands of years, why hasn't he found it anytime?"

"But sending you to scout around is also good... saves you from pestering me at home. Oh, by the way, make sure to bring something to Fang Che. Sorry for making you run errands."

...

On the fourth day of the newlyweds, Fang Che went to work as usual.

The four people from Yin Shen Palace quietly vanished after Fang Che left.

Fang Che walked out of the house, listening to the mournful wind, muttering, "Today's wind is really strong."

Ever since spring arrived, the wind in Baiyun State has hardly stopped, but today it was particularly fierce.

Whistling gusts spun everywhere, countless big trees swayed in the wind, and newly sprouted buds swung madly in the wind, making sounds like sharp cries.

Fang Che walked into the wind, his clothes billowing, his robe making swooshing and cracking sounds. Instantly, it even felt like if he stopped resisting, he could be carried away by the wind to the horizon.

On the street, dust flew, gravel rolled, the sky darkened like night.

With a crack, a thick branch from a sycamore tree nearby was snapped by the wind, spinning as it plummeted, like an evil demon coming to block out the sky.

"Today's wind is wicked strong."

Fang Che caught the branch with one hand, frowning. Such branches could damage homes, and with a flash of cultivation, the branch shattered, turning into countless specks that took flight in the wind.

Raising his eyes, he saw the sky full of flying debris.

There were even large objects being whistled away by the wind.

Fang Che cleaned up as he walked.

Passing some precarious houses, he casually threw a bar of silver inside.

Hearing the shouts of surprise from within, Fang Che's face revealed a slight smile.

Striding against the wind.

"Life should be like this, a man should walk against the wind! No matter how stormy the world is, those who walk against the wind truly understand how such resistance keeps the heart and mind clear."

Upon reaching the Guardian Hall, Fang Che arranged for the deacons to patrol the streets with great patience.

"Pay extra attention to the impoverished areas. Today's wind is so strong, there will surely be places affected by disasters."

Fang Che reminded them, "The poorer the households, the more fragile they are. For the rich, a scene of sitting by the stove enjoying the snow is an insurmountable hurdle for poor families. Be more attentive and help where you can."

"Everyone is a cultivator, do things with some generosity."

The deacons all agreed, quickly heading out in teams. They all felt that Mr. Fang, these days, had become much more human.

Especially today, all the reminders made people feel like Mr. Fang truly possessed a great kindness within.

Fang Che also felt his temper had improved a lot these days, he hadn't even beaten lame Hong Er these past few days.

This left Hong Er grateful, not having been hit for days, he felt like he had gained something.

After finishing the arrangements, watching everyone leave, Fang Che still felt a bit uneasy.

So he also took Tang Zheng along for a stroll.

...

Zuo Guanglie and nine others headed toward North City, feeling all along how violent the wind was today.

But heading north today was with the wind, almost being pushed along, making it feel quite easy, even having to control their speed.

Although Mr. Fang had been strict with everyone during this time, it was surely beneficial. At least everyone felt their cultivation had progressed during this period.

This gave everyone more confidence and greater ambition.

Even Zuo Guanglie was thinking, if he could achieve a few more merits, he should be at the standard of a Chief Steward.

By then, he was ready for a promotion.

"Brothers, keep your eyes peeled."

Zuo Guanglie walked with the breeze under his feet, pushed forward by the strong wind as if a big hand was pushing him, feeling extraordinarily pleased, full of ambitions, and said, "I have it all planned out, once I become Chief Steward, I'll throw a big feast, then I'm going to propose. I'm ready to get married!"

"President Ju agreed to your proposal?"

Someone nearby curiously asked, "If I remember correctly, President Ju seemingly rejected your proposal last year."

Zuo Guanglie laughed heartily, "She's a Chief Steward, last year I was just a Silver Star Steward, it wasn't a match, wasn't it normal to be rejected? But now I'm a Golden Star, and my merits are near to being a Chief Steward, push a bit more, and I'll be on her level, how can she refuse then?"

"But she didn't say she'd agree once you become Chief Steward."

Another piped up coldly.