Monarch Night

Only now do I realize, Zhen shen Tea indeed is good, but... four liang is too little.

After feeling it for a day and night, half a liang is gone!

In the next period, Fang Che continually went back and forth, and in half a month, the Zhen shen Tea was completely used up.

The fusion of spear intent, Spear Formation, Star Formation, and Sharp Formation resulted in nothing but a vague understanding.

But it directly pushed my cultivation to the Eighth Grade Martial Marquis.

"What the heck... is this Zhen shen or cultivation boost?"

Fang Che looked at the previously filled box with Zhen shen Tea, now empty. He couldn't help but have a twisted expression.

If I had two more liang, I swear I'd break through to King level!

You're telling me this is for insight into the situation!

Fang Che was speechless.

However, it's still somewhat profitable.

But recently, Fang Che clearly felt that the medicinal power of the Water Cloud Sky Fruit was gradually disappearing, and his Spiritual Energy absorption speed was getting increasingly slow.

Now it's at most two or three times as fast as when there's no Water Cloud Sky Fruit.

The Dantian vortex was becoming denser, but there was no sign of it liquefying; Fang Che had no choice but to continue cultivating desperately, and now he dared to use Spirit Crystals.

Using Spirit Crystals for cultivation was indeed faster and more concentrated, but what left Fang Che speechless was that with low-level Spirit Crystals, it basically turned to residue in one breath.

With middle grade ones, it lasted three breaths, and it was gone.

High Grade ones could last fifteen minutes, but fifteen minutes... was too short.

And there were not many High Grade Spirit Crystals on Fang Che's side.

What remained were the Divine Crystals given to him by Yin Shen Palace after the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan.

Yin Shen Palace wasn't stingy, first giving a hundred, then more later, and now a thousand yuan for him.

But this stuff, with each use, there's one less.

Fang Che was a bit reluctant to use them, but later he thought, oh well, Master still has fifty thousand...

Use them!

Primarily because, after getting used to the speed with the aid of Water Cloud Sky Fruit, the current speed gave him a sense of 'I haven't improved today', which was very unpleasant.

...

Xue Fuxiao tirelessly searched back and forth in the surrounding forests of the Southeast for more than ten days, going in many circles, with no findings whatsoever.

"Did Duan Xiyang not come?"

Xue Fuxiao was somewhat puzzled.

"Dongfang Sansan's deductions rarely go wrong. What's happening?"

But Duan Xiyang truly didn't come, remembering the wedding gift for Fang Che still in the bosom.

And at this moment.

Dongfang Sansan's message came: "Have you found Duan Xiyang?"

"No."

"Then don't look for him, just go to Fang Che's place. By the way, deliver a few words for me."

"Okay."

So, Xue Fuxiao left the forest and headed straight to Baiyun State.

...

Fang Che could clearly feel his progress, yet he had to suppress his cultivation, avoiding breaking through too quickly, as he finally noticed the benefits of the Dantian vortex.

During one realization, the Dantian vortex suddenly rolled out, and the power of the spear strike was actually more than doubled!

This thing actually had such effects.

Fang Che was overjoyed, thus suppressing even more.

That night, after bowing in silence to a cave.

Fang Che returned exhaustively to Scholar Residence.

He sat silently at the table in the courtyard.

Ye Meng gently served him a cup of tea, then retreated.

Since that day, Fang Che became much more silent. Although he tried to act like usual, as his bedside companion, Ye Meng could distinctly feel it.

In his heart, there was a knot.

And this knot couldn't be untied.

Every night when he got back, he would sit in the courtyard and let the night wind blow for a while.

Ye Meng was powerless about it. Ye Meng knew about the Guardian's Death Order, and she knew the pressure Fang Che was under now.

As for her own actions, Ye Meng hadn't thought about it: without an order, she would continue undercover.

If it required the assassination of Yemo, she as Yemo's newlywed concubine would have long received the order—no one was more convenient than her.

So Ye Meng had no thoughts at all.

But Ye Meng also suddenly had suspicions about her superior. This was the Ninth lord's Death Order, yet there were no orders for her as Yemo's close companion!

There was only one possibility for such a situation, and it was evident... Ye Meng dared not think further.

I know nothing; I'm just a little undercover.

If I were to mess up the plans of great figures due to my own smartassery, I wouldn't even have time to die.

She still remembered the command in the intelligence: do the task, pass the message; without orders, do not move!

...

In the courtyard.

"Ah..."

Fang Che felt the night wind and sighed lightly.

The night wind was cool, yet it felt alive. Zuo Guanglie and the others... couldn't feel it anymore.

A pang of pain arose in his heart.

Then, suddenly, his body floated, the scene shifted, and he entered a white vast space.

"..."

Fang Che was speechless.

Here we go again!

But then there was a stir in his heart.

A voice asked: "Why are you sighing?"

This voice, though heard only three times, was very familiar. Familiar enough to evoke tears in Fang Che.

"Lord Xue." Fang Che said calmly: "It's nothing, just a few sentiments."

Xue Fuxiao said: "Why did you bow in front of the cave that afternoon?"

Fang Che was silent for a moment, then said: "A lifelong regret."

Xue Fuxiao snorted, the long white figure hidden in the mist, said faintly: "Ridiculous."

Fang Che was speechless.

Just these three words, he knew that Xue Fuxiao already knew what had happened.

"If you get discovered, it would be a lifetime's regret. It would render the deaths of those who died valueless. If that happens, they would never forgive you, even in death."