Monarch Night

The Yin Shen Palace scolded: "You're not being polite at all, using your master as labor? Aren't you quite capable of making your own decisions?"

Fang Che replied: "After all, they're people from headquarters. I haven't interacted with them before, so I don't know what their temper is like. Plus, I dare not act recklessly, fearing it might cause trouble for you, Master. You must help me then."

"Understood."

The Yin Shen Palace readily agreed and continued: "The people from headquarters share a common bad attitude, which is that they look down on people from the sect below them. So they act superior. If you are too obsequious to them, they will look down on you even more. But if you are too confrontational, they will dislike you."

Fang Che was baffled by this: "Master, how should I serve them then? Being soft doesn't work, being hard doesn't work, it's too difficult, isn't it?"

The Yin Shen Palace sighed: "So you need to grasp the right measure yourself. Even I haven't figured this out entirely."

"Yes, Master."

Fang Che ended the communication.

...

In the evening, after returning to the Scholar Residence, Fang Che went to take a bath.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon started passing information to Ye Meng.

Everything that happened at the Escort Agency today, especially focusing on the Yishan Sect's matters.

Ye Meng began organizing and then immediately relayed it.

Ye Meng felt uneasy, a sense of guilt.

Sigh... being his woman, yet still having to betray him, and having to do it continuously, there was a sense of guilt in her heart.

Fang Che came in after cleaning himself, drying his hair with a towel, and smiled: "What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

"Oh, nothing."

Fang Che sat down beside her and said: "Did you miss me?"

"Ah..."

"Heh heh, serve me well today. I'm exhausted..."

Fang Che turned over and pressed Ye Meng onto the bed.

Suddenly a scene of spring unfolded.

Fang Che discovered something: every time he had the Golden Horned Flood Dragon transmit information to Ye Meng, Ye Meng would be particularly compliant that night, as if seeking to make up for something. Hence all his requests were generally fulfilled.

After several times, Fang Che immediately understood what was on this girl's mind.

But towards this... Fang Che firstly had no means to change it, secondly... ahem, he even enjoyed it.

So now he was having the Golden Horned Flood Dragon pass on messages more frequently.

After all, a perfect beauty who is always obedient and can fulfill any request is indeed a great blessing for Fang Che.

Hence he became increasingly demanding.

Ye Meng exerted all her might until she was utterly exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did Fang Che contentedly sigh, laid his body flat, and lay down.

...

In the morning.

Dongfang Sansan looked at the incoming message.

His brows showed a faint smile.

"This is seeking assistance."

He pondered for a moment and said: "Summon Bu Chou."

Bu Chou, a Guardian at the peak level, ranked eleventh on the Cloud Weapon List.

As the continent was engulfed in flames, mountains and rivers raised smoke; with the Fengyun gun in his hand, he swept through the sky!

The Fengyun gun, Bu Chou.

Originally named Bu Yun; later his sworn brother died tragically, Bu Yun swore revenge, thus renaming himself Bu Ren.

Meaning he would never tolerate.

But at that time, the continent's situation was unstable and the Guardians were on the losing end, Dongfang Sansan advised him to postpone the revenge.

If they provoked the opponent to openly join the Weiwo True Sect camp, it would surely cause a continental shake-up.

So he heeded Dongfang Sansan's advice, suppressed his hatred, and waited for the right time. Thus he renamed himself again, Bu Chou.

Meaning he would not take revenge now, but he must remember this vendetta.

Soon.

Bu Chou hurried in: "Ninth Brother."

Dongfang Sansan sighed and said: "Bu Chou, your brother's vengeance, I've suppressed it for twelve hundred years. Do you hold any grudges?"

Bu Chou smiled faintly: "Ninth Brother, what you're saying is that I'm first and foremost a Guardian, and only secondarily the leader of my brothers. I can distinguish between the continent's vengeance and personal vendetta."

Dongfang Sansan smiled: "Now, the continental situation is stable. The Weiwo True Sect is establishing a nation, all busy and can't take care of this matter, so you can seek your revenge."

Bu Chou pondered for a moment and said: "Ninth Brother, is there no compulsion?"

"No compulsion."

Dongfang Sansan lightly sighed and said: "You need to let out this pent-up energy, and moreover... after releasing this energy, your mental realm might improve a step, by then... I want you to advance into the top ten of the Cloud Weapon List!"

Bu Chou took a deep breath, a dazzling light burst from his eyes.

"Yes, Ninth Brother!"

Dongfang Sansan cautioned: "Don't sever someone entirely. Acts like exterminating an entire sect should not be done. This Yishan Sect, I still have use for them."

"Got it, Ninth Brother."

Bu Chou was quite excited, and said: "If there's nothing else, I'll first offer incense to my brothers."

"Go ahead."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Remember, act in three to five days."

"Alright!"

Bu Chou left.

Dongfang Sansan's gaze lingered over the words 'Yishan Sect' in the intelligence.

Then wrote three words beside it: Yixin Sect.

Furrowing his brow.

Eventually, he still shook his head: "For now, I can't obliterate them, still need to use their identity."

Sighing.

Just as he was about to look at other intelligence, he heard someone report.

Yang Luoyu had arrived.

"Come in."

"Ninth Brother, I need to make a trip to Baiyun State soon, Jin Shemao Dong Changfeng has invited me several times there. If there's nothing urgent, I'll go for a visit."

"Good."

Dongfang Sansan said: "After you go, Bu Chou might have actions there soon, if you're free, lend a helping hand."

"Alright, though Boss Bu may not necessarily need our help, there's no problem in watching the battle."