Monarch Night

He took down the two sections of the spear from behind him, combined them, and instantly had a long spear in hand.

The night wind was biting cold.

The stars and the moon were in the sky.

Fang Che held the long spear, carefully feeling every point of the spear in his hand, pondering it with his heart.

Then he sat down, cradling the spear in his arms, Infinite Scripture, Bingche Spirit Platform.

Activating them at the same time.

Afterward, he took out a small teapot from his arms, placed a brew of Zhen shen Tea in it, and poured hot water from the thermos he carried on his back.

The aroma of tea spiraled up as the tea leaves unfolded.

He drank it all in one gulp.

Fang Che closed his eyes, imagining the sudden strike of the spear like a dragon in the wind...

Only feeling his Divine Soul resonate.

In unconsciousness, he entered a state of no-self, forgetting both oneself and the things.

He had already obtained the method of consolidating Spear Formation from Baiyun Martial Academy, but how to integrate Spear Formation into Star Formation, or to integrate Star Formation into Spear Formation, he still had no clue.

Now there was this cave, although the spear intent was already very weak, for Fang Che, it was still a direction.

So he came to this place that broke his heart and soul to cultivate.

He did not expect to directly comprehend anything from here.

This mountain cave had existed for tens of thousands of years, during which countless people came here to comprehend, throughout these years, the number of people who came here could easily exceed billions!

Even the stone he now sat on had become smooth.

So he was definitely not the only one with this mindset. Yet, no one had succeeded.

No matter how arrogant Fang Che was, he dared not claim himself superior to everyone else.

But he needed to find a direction for himself.

The explanations in the Secret Manual on consolidating energy were already very clear from Baiyun Martial Academy, there were various formations.

But Fang Che always felt that none suited him, because that style of consolidating energy, even if it trained out spear intent or Spear Formation, was still mainstream.

So he only learned the method without the intention to copy it exactly.

But ever since knowing about this cave, Fang Che felt a vague direction of his own.

The path of the Wujin spear Demon.

Integrating Star Formation.

Sharp Formation.

This was his own path.

He sat on the stone with his eyes closed, feeling the cave opposite.

In the sea of consciousness, waves surged.

Like sunlight, descending from the sky, falling suddenly, unstoppable and unavoidable, carrying the divine will and judgment of heaven...

Like starlight, coming down from a distant Star Domain, shining down...

Before one even noticed, it was already upon them.

Or perhaps, gathering starlight from all over the sky into a single beam?

An hour later, Fang Che awakened from his meditation.

He refilled a cup of water but found that the Zhen shen Tea had already lost its effect.

It could only be brewed once!

Unable to do otherwise, he brought out another brew, ignited the fire with Spiritual Energy, boiled the water, and poured...

Entered into meditation once more.

A long, long time passed...

Fang Che stood up, dismantled the spear, slung it over his back, and drifted away.

The direction was clear, but he had gained nothing from consolidating energy.

...

Late at night.

Fang Che lay drenched in sweat on the exhausted and limp body of Ye Meng, feeling the softness beneath him.

Ye Meng's eyes were dazed, losing their focus.

Panting heavily.

Only feeling that after everything had ended, she was still floating in a mist.

Fang Che suddenly asked softly: "Ye Meng, how should this spear... be practiced?"

Ye Meng replied weakly: "Young Master... this spear of yours doesn't need to be practiced anymore."

Fang Che burst into laughter and tears, this girl had an extremely skewed understanding...

Yet, this sentence made Mr. Fang feel slightly excited, saying: "It still needs to be practiced."

So he continued practicing.

The next morning.

Ye Meng couldn't get up and slept through.

Fang Che was in high spirits, got up, assembled the great spear, and went to the backyard.

Block, grab, thrust, point, flick, chop, hide, burst, smash...

He practiced all kinds of basic moves, and with the practice, he slowly comprehended the nature of the spear.

Instantly, the backyard was filled with the sound of whipping wind, spear blooms intertwining.

And in the Divine Sense Space, the little elf seemed to gain some inspiration, starting to condense the long spear.

It was already eighty percent complete.

As Fang Che continued to comprehend, streams of spear intent continuously flowed into the sea of consciousness, the little elf began to consolidate according to Fang Che's spear intent.

Finally... when Fang Che put away the spear, the little elf also lay exhausted and began to sleep in the sea of consciousness.

Seeing this within his Divine Sense, Fang Che noted, "Oh, the little thing is asleep again."

This laziness... truly reached a certain extent.

He made a round at the Guardian Hall, and everyone went to attend Zuo Guanglie and others' funeral.

...

Fang Che sighed and directly left for North City, inspecting the entire North City, then went to the North City branch, comprehensively understanding the situation here.

After that, he went back to the mountain cave area.

This time, he began surveying it from various Earth Formations, walking around the few nearby mountains of varying heights.

He also learned the names of the two mountains with the cave.

The previous names were already untraceable.

The current name was Demon God Mountain.

The Gun Demon was like a god, one spear piercing through two mountains.

The name Demon God Mountain came from this.

Fang Che spent an entire day trying to find the spot where the Wujin spear Demon once fought and possibly made this hole with a spear.

Or rather, the stance taken.

Because this cave was quite flat.

From the cave entrance to the bottom, it was basically parallel to the ground, so the place from which this spear was launched could not be high.

But how far exactly was not traceable.

From the cave entrance, Fang Che retreated thirty miles and could still keep it level.

Fang Che was frustrated.

Such a long distance, he could barely see the cave entrance, how could he speak of understanding.

He had no choice but to retreat again.

Brewed some Zhen shen Tea and continued to reflect.