Monarch Night

Ye Yun said, "But after this matter, it will only strengthen his wariness of you."

"There will certainly be caution, such a person, even if he comes over and works under me, he will never let his guard down."

Chen Yin said calmly, "But caution doesn't mean he won't come. After all, in this world, interests are eternal. As long as I can give him what he wants, or help him get what he wants, there's no reason for him not to come."

He threw his sword to Ye Yun, walked out with his hands behind his back, and said happily, "Today I confirmed a talent, let's practice for an hour less and go back to sleep."

Ye Yun smiled slightly.

However, Chen Yin turned back and asked, "If I asked you to go to Baiyun State now, find him without informing Yemo, could you do it?"

Ye Yun was momentarily stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "I can't."

Chen Yin laughed heartily and said, "Then I'm even more satisfied with this guy."

...

It was also late at night.

Xue Fuxiao fully unleashed his cultivation, his spiritual power spread like a web spanning the eastern and western regions, carefully searching through all the high mountains and dense forests at the southeastern border.

He was very serious.

The gift Dongfang Sansan gave to Fang Che was still in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to see Fang Che.

"Sansan is right, guarding against Duan Xiyang is paramount right now. This guy came secretly last time. This time I must be even more careful. Otherwise, if I can't find him, it will be bad."

"As for that kid's wedding gift... there's no rush. The important matters come first."

Xue Fuxiao was very responsible.

So he attended to the important matters first.

After all, the wedding had already passed, so what did it matter when the gift was given?

...

Morning.

Mr. Fang was on duty early in the morning, arriving at the Steward Hall before anyone else.

When everyone arrived, they only saw Mr. Fang staring blankly at the ten empty seats.

"Mr. Fang, my condolences. Brother Zuo and the others died eliminating demons, they died for a worthy cause. Their loyalty and righteousness will endure."

Jing Xiuyun whispered to comfort him.

Fang Che took a deep breath and said, "When is the funeral set?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, huh."

Fang Che thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I won't attend the funeral. I'll take a stroll north of the city, check the situation, and assign suitable people to replace Brother Zuo and the others the day after tomorrow."

Everyone nodded silently.

They only thought that Fang Che didn't want to endure more grief, and by taking up their burden during the funeral, it would put Zuo Guanglie and the others at ease.

So they all understood.

But Fang Che knew in his heart.

If Zuo Guanglie and the others had souls in heaven and saw their killer attending the funeral as their superior, they might not rest in peace.

I'd better not disturb their loyal souls.

When my identity is clear one day, I'll come to see you.

...

The lame Hong Er also arrived, greeting Fang Che warmly.

Fang Che fixed his gaze on him, unmoving.

His face was cold, and his eyes were icy.

Everyone felt that something was off; Mr. Fang hadn't hit the lame Hong Er for several days. Was he going to start again today?

The lame Hong Er scratched his head and said, "Mr. Fang, is there something...?"

Fang Che said calmly, "Steward Hong, is there nothing you wish to tell me?"

The lame Hong Er froze, stuttering, "Wha... what?"

Fang Che suddenly struck, slapping him to the ground, then immediately immobilized all his veins, preventing him from moving a single finger.

Then he started frisking him.

Searched from head to toe.

Found two Jade Pendants.

One hanging around his neck, the other an accessory on his clothes.

Then he tapped him on the Dantian, blocking the flow of Spiritual Energy.

The lame Hong Er's face turned pale, asking loudly, "Mr. Fang, what crime have I committed?"

Fang Che said calmly, "You've committed a crime, don't you know it yourself?"

The lame Hong Er paused for a moment, then silently thought for a while and said, "Can we speak in private?"

Fang Che stared for a moment and said, "All right."

He dragged the lame Hong Er out.

Everyone behind them was discussing. What exactly did the lame Hong Er do to offend Mr. Fang?

...

In a training room.

With a thud, Fang Che threw the lame Hong Er to the ground and said calmly, "You wanted to speak with me alone, so speak."

The lame Hong Er coughed and said, "I don't know which matter Mr. Fang wants me to speak about?"

Seeing that this guy was still playing tricks, Fang Che directly clarified, asking coldly, "That inn your relative runs, won't you explain it to me?"

He held the two Jade Pendants, but sensed nothing unusual.

But this was normal; Fang Che's own Communication Jade could be handed to anyone to play with, even within the same sect. But without Fang Che's consent, no one could see anything unusual.

This alone couldn't confirm that the lame Hong Er was a member of the Demon Sect.

But Fang Che had to get to the bottom of this matter.

When the lame Hong Er heard about the hometown inn, he immediately gave a wry smile, "As expected, you've found out."

"What does that mean?" Fang Che asked with a cold face.

"It's one of my fish ponds."

The lame Hong Er smiled wryly, "The owner is my junior... Mr. Fang forbade raising fish, but I could only secretly keep it..."

"We've been collaborating for many years; he runs the inn, I act as a Deacon, constantly bribing me on the surface, creating a reputation of me being corrupt, and then making his inn a lawless zone."

"This way, Demon Sect members come to his inn one after another."

"My junior observes each one. If there's a confirmed one whose cultivation we can handle, he informs me in advance when they leave the inn, and I lead people to ambush them halfway..."

"If we can't handle them, I report to my superior, and they arrange an interception after they leave the inn."