Monarch Night

But the style is the standard uniform style of the Guardian Hall.

A total of about one hundred people.

"These are personnel assigned to our branch hall by the headquarters' Hanjian Pavilion. Let's give a warm welcome to our new colleagues!"

"Clap, clap, clap!"

"Our Guardian Hall's War Hall will keep thirty people, the remaining seventy will be distributed as follows: ten to the Emergency Hall, and two Steward Halls with thirty each."

The personnel distribution is complete.

Fang Che's Steward Hall received thirty people.

Two King-level Masters.

Twenty-eight Martial Marquises.

And they're all high-grade Martial Marquises.

Mr. Fang led them into the Steward Hall with a shining golden star on his chest, smiling: "Let's all get acquainted, these are our new brothers; remember each other's names so we don't make a joke of forgetting them..."

"Hahaha..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

But the thirty newcomers did not laugh.

They appeared quite indifferent.

Immediately, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

Fang Che glanced at the hall: "There are twenty-one vacant seats, feel free to choose your seats... Tang Zheng, go to logistics and say we need nine more seats."

"Yes."

Tang Zheng immediately turned and went.

"Everyone, please introduce yourselves. From now on, we're all working in the same pot."

Fang Che smiled gently.

"Are you the Chief Steward?"

A white-clad Marquis looked at Fang Che with a sharp gaze: "So from now on, we have to listen to you?"

These words were quite impolite.

Fang Che frowned: Is this an attempt to seize power?

Based on these outsiders from an Outer World Mountain Sect?

At first glance, Fang Che recognized their origins and wasn't surprised by their current reactions.

These prideful guys have always looked down on Jianghu Martial Artists, so this response is normal.

Simply put, they deserve a beating!

"How dare you!"

Jing Xiuyun shouted angrily: "Newcomers, recognize your position!"

Fang Che waved a hand to indicate the others not to intervene, turned around and smiled, speaking condescendingly with a playful tone: "You're right, from today onward, all of you will listen to me!"

"Just you?"

The thirty people frowned slightly.

"Just me."

Fang Che smiled lightly, curling the corner of his mouth.

On one side, lame Hong Er saw Mr. Fang's smile and shivered all over, silently retreating a few steps to hide behind the crowd.

It's starting, he's starting again...

"First, I am the Chief Steward, and you have just entered as deacons, yet you have no rank, currently only in probation; it is only after achieving merit that you can become formal deacons, but only of the Third Level."

"Second, our Guardian Hall does not assess based on cultivation, only on merit. See this golden star on my collar? To become the Chief Steward is not difficult, that's the first condition."

"As for the third..."

Fang Che grinned oddly: "You are dissatisfied, likely because you rely on your extraordinary martial skills, in our Steward Hall there's a special rule, which is if your martial prowess is high. Although you can't directly become Chief Steward, this Chief Steward must give you some respect, because if I can't beat you, then... I'll step back for you on normal days."

The white-clad Marquis said faintly: "So the Chief Steward means... a test of who's capable? I wonder, which deacon will come to instruct us? Is it Mr. Fang?"

Fang Che casually said: "Since I brought it up, naturally it's me who will test you."

He looked at the thirty people before him, his eyes suddenly turning as cold as ice: "And who else wants to be tested by me?"

The two King-level experts at the head showed strange smiles: "What, Mr. Fang wants to test the two of us too?"

Fang Che laughed heartily and said: "Don't be so harsh in your words, you aren't mules or donkeys, haha, but since the two of you spoke up, I guess I don't mind testing both of you together."

"Hehe... who's testing who remains to be seen."

The two King-level experts laughed coldly: "In that case, Mr. Fang, perhaps you should defeat my juniors first."

"Let's head to the Martial Arts Arena!"

...

Without a second word, Fang Che led the way.

But it turned out there was a queue at the Martial Arts Arena.

The deacons from the first hall had already gone there.

The current Chief Steward of the first hall was being challenged.

Everyone had to gather together to watch.

The Chief Steward of the first hall was quite capable, a Ninth Grade Marquis, managing to hold out against five people, falling only at the sixth person, who was also a Ninth Grade Marquis.

He looked disheartened.

He could only acknowledge this group's status in the first hall.

Though still under the command of the Chief Steward of the first hall, in terms of personal authority, it was utterly diminished.

All the original deacons of the first hall wore sheepish expressions, feeling humiliated.

The battle over there just ended.

Fang Che walked up facing them: "Brother Lei, let me take over next."

Lei Hu, the Chief Steward of the first hall, looked at Fang Che and immediately asked: "Brother Fang, were you also challenged?"

Fang Che nodded: "These lords are rather difficult to please."

Lei Hu gritted his teeth: "The reputation of our Guardian Hall is now in your hands, Brother Fang, I really embarrassed myself earlier."

Fang Che patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry."

Although the first hall's fight had ended, not a single person left.

Everyone made a large circle.

Fang Che walked to the center of the circle, stood with his hands behind his back, and said: "Who's first?"

A young man in a white robe had already jumped out: "I am Yu Wen, Sixth Grade Marquis, please instruct me, Chief Steward."

Fang Che tilted his eyes: "The one with the lowest cultivation?"

"Yes, my cultivation is shallow, and my martial arts are ordinary, just here to lay the groundwork."

Yu Wen said.

"You can't draw out any Jade!" Fang Che stood with his hands behind his back, sneering.