Monarch Night

"But... you must distinguish clearly between friendship and loyalty."

The Old Demon sighed, "I once had it too, talked about it as well, and suffered the greatest loss of my whole life because of it. So I came to realize one thing, which is... when your value is insufficient, when your cultivation is not enough, when your status is lacking, your friendship, is worth less than a cent."

Fang Che listened silently.

"I know that saying it so broadly, you won't understand. Let me give you a few examples: Firstly, you have a fondness for a girl, but her family is very wealthy, and you are so poor you can't afford food. You tell her, 'Although I don't have a cent, I have deep feelings for you, please marry me.' Do you think, will your so-called feelings work in a situation like this?"

"Secondly, you know someone who holds a high position and wields great power. You have no martial arts, no influence, just an ordinary person, and you say to him, 'I have nothing, but I have deep feelings for you. Please appoint me as an official.' In such a situation, what worth does your affection have? Can you get the position?"

"Thirdly, take your master, who doesn't hold a low position now, right? If I rush to Duan Xiyang, the Chief Duan, and say, 'I have deep feelings for you, Chief, please arrange for me to be a Hall Master at headquarters.' Do you think I will succeed?"

The Yin Shen Palace said, "But if you happen to be wealthy beyond measure and charmingly handsome, you tell a poor girl, 'I have deep feelings for you...'"

He chuckled coldly a few times and said, "So, affection is useful. However, if you're not in a high position, it's useless!"

"I don't oppose you being sentimental."

The Yin Shen Palace earnestly said, "But I hope, that you wait until you reach a certain high position, when no one can interfere with how you do things, then you can cherish loyalty and speak of feelings. At that time, you will find out that this will be a weapon unrivaled in its invincibility!"

He patted Fang Che's shoulder and said word by word, "To be sentimental now, you... are not worthy!"

"You cherish loyalty, but you're too weak, you can't even protect your own brothers! You can't even control whether your feelings can be manipulated by others."

"Therefore, for now, you are unworthy!"

Fang Che nodded, "Master, you are right, I will remember it!"

The Yin Shen Palace sighed, "I regret treating you in that way, but if done again, I would still do it. For you to resent your master is better than for you to walk the wrong path."

"Once your feelings have ties on the other side, but you're in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, with Five Spirits Gu in your body, that kind of torment worse than death, that kind of helplessness, that kind of wish to die and live again feeling..."

The Yin Shen Palace sighed wistfully, gazing at the night sky and stars outside the window, "Your master... has been tormented for a lifetime. I, no matter what, will not let you be tormented like this. So, if there is even a hint of it, I would use it no matter how ruthless the means."

Fang Che suddenly raised his head, "Master, you..."

"Go now."

The Yin Shen Palace waved his hand, his expression somewhat downcast, "You must always remember, you are the Yemo of Wei Wo Zheng Sect! You are the Yemo of the Yixin Sect! You are a disciple of my Yin Shen Palace! You are an undercover! You are a mole!"

"Manage the sub-branch well. Your value is noticed not by only me."

"Although no one knows that Starlight is Yemo, this sub-branch will definitely make the Main Sect amazed. By that time, the name Starlight will also enter the eyes of the higher-ups."

"When you reach a certain point, when Starlight and Yemo's identities become one, you will find that your path will suddenly become much smoother!"

"So, this is your future too."

Fang Che was silent for a moment, then said, "I remember, Master, you... so it turns out you've been planning so much for your disciple, into the distant future. Yet this afternoon, I still harbored resentment towards you, Master, it's my immaturity, please forgive me, Master."

The Yin Shen Palace nodded, finally showing some pleasure on his face and smiled, "Not everything is the master's planning for you either, these all have to wait until you have achieved certain results before I can give you a push. As for your resentment... do you think I would care about your grievance?"

Then he laughed heartily, "Go now, since you are newlywed, don't keep Ye Meng waiting too long."

"Yes, Master, you should also rest early. Do let your disciple know when you leave in the morning, this time I came for you, and I've plundered those guys for some gifts for you and the second master. Don't forget them."

The Yin Shen Palace laughed heartily, "The flattering things you offer, turns out to be plundered from your subordinates, you are truly an extraordinary Leader!"

"What else can I do when I have nothing..."

"Get lost! You're almost fat enough to drip oil!"

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Returning to the bedroom, closing the door, Fang Che finally relaxed.

He took off his clothes and lay on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted to the bone.

From mind to spirit, to every muscle of the body, he was utterly weary.

Ye Meng noticed the anomaly and asked concerned, "What's wrong? Why are you so tired today?"

Fang Che exhaled softly, drawing Ye Meng into his arms, whispering, "Don't talk... just stay quiet with me."

Ye Meng responded softly, leaning gently in his embrace.

Fang Che closed his eyes and immediately saw Zuo Guanglie's wildly laughing face.

"Come on, Yemo! Don't miss my hour!"

As well as the resolute, death-fearing expressions of his nine brothers.

That exhilarating laughter.

Suddenly, a pang of pain shot through his heart, and his whole body convulsed.

He bit his teeth tightly, his whole body curling up and trembling.

Ye Meng, heart aching, hugged him tightly, trying to share some warmth with her body.

Although she didn't know what he experienced, Ye Meng could feel Fang Che's current suffering, a pain piercing to his soul.

Through the night, Ye Meng held Fang Che, feeling his heart-rending tremors.

She knew Fang Che did not sleep at all.

But she said not a word, only held him tightly.

This never-ending shivering, and Fang Che's face, white as death with teeth clenched, terrified Ye Meng.

The storm raged for a day and a night.

Throughout a day, a night, the entire sky above Baiyun State was filled with the sound of wailing like ghosts and wolves.

But in Fang Che's ears, it was clearly the angry roars of Zuo Guanglie and the others echoing madly in the sky.

"Fang Che! Yemo!"

"Yemo! Fang Che!"

"Fang Che! Fang Che!"

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