Monarch Night

Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi rushed out of the room as if their butts were on fire, their faces contorted in a look of wanting to cry but finding no tears, stammering, "Steward Fang, Steward Fang, this matter is no small thing... this..."

Fang Che stood firm on the stairs, not turning his head, speaking softly, "Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, I am going to patrol Southeast City. Let's... meet there. I hope you both will vigorously assist in eradicating the Demon Disciples!"

Though the voice was soft, it was resolute.

The black large cloak billowed.

Steward Fang's long legs stepped down the stairs one by one.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Each step echoed on the stairs like war drums being beaten by soldiers about to march into battle.

Suddenly, the entire hotel fell completely silent!

Numerous gazes filled with respect watched as Steward Fang walked calmly down the stairs. Everyone couldn't help but straighten their postures and then simultaneously bowed.

The black silhouette looked like a huge, safe harbor.

Just seeing this shade of black inexplicably brought a feeling of security to the heart!

Indescribable stability!

Fang Che's figure had already strode out of the hotel's front door.

He walked into the sunlight.

The black clothes shimmered, disappearing into the distance.

Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted within the restaurant.

Everyone could hear that what Steward Fang said just now was truly from the heart, as sincere as if he was pouring out his soul.

Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi stood at the staircase entrance.

Listening to the thunderous applause below, suddenly wanting to die.

Fang Che!

You really screwed us over this time!

We only came to explain how we managed to accurately report the Demon Sect demons, just to end up being forced to become heroes here!

You said you accepted our explanation, wasn't that enough? How did it expand to this extent!?

Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wushang exchanged a speechless glance, both contemplating the storm they would face on returning.

Immediately feeling dismayed and as if death were near.

How could the Starlight Master with the temper of a bear stand this kind of situation?

Finally washed clean.

The career had just set sail!

And yet, pulled back into a war vortex by Steward Fang!

Moreover, it's opposing one's own side!

This is truly endlessly baffling!

The two felt the desire to cry without tears, wishing they could sit in this restaurant and have a good cry.

...

Tang Zheng walked behind Fang Che, looking at the figure ahead walking steadily and proudly in black, suddenly filled with pride.

Just following this person made him feel enveloped in infinite holy light!

Never had I felt that my work was so meaningful! So noble and great!

The hot blood rushed through his body, Tang Zheng could feel his pulse surging.

Wishing now that a Demon Sect demon would appear in front of him, he definitely would not flinch, he would surely battle to the death!

I'm not afraid of death!

I'm no longer afraid of death!

Fang Che turned his head.

Seeing Tang Zheng's face full of chicken blood excitement, those worshipful, pilgrim-like eyes, and the intense war intent exuding all over.

That strong willingness to sacrifice at any moment for the safety of the Continent.

His gaze lingered for a moment.

Then turned back around.

Just now, in order to drag those two into the mess, what I said actually excited this guy to this extent...

But at this moment, it wouldn't be right to interrupt him.

"Perhaps he can grow. On this Continent, the growth of any person... is precious strength."

Fang Che's gaze was distant, stepping forward step by step.

Half of what he said earlier was to force Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wushang into a dead end, but the major part was Fang Che's sincere words.

Truly pouring his heart and soul out!

The Yishan Sect, claiming to be a hidden sect, neutral between good and evil, yet is of such quality.

What about the others?

On this vast Continent with deep mountains and large swamps, how many sects are there?

How many hidden family clans?

They occupy the magnificent, strange, and beautiful famous mountains and rivers, drifting in the clouds and mists, wandering beyond the rosy clouds. They call themselves people outside of the world, land immortals!

They taste all the luxuries and pleasures of the world and consider it commonplace, taken for granted.

Yet all the ugliness in the mundane world, they ignore.

The reason being that I am a person outside the world, untouched by worldly affairs.

Certainly, among these sects and family clans, there are definitely people coming out to do things; however... On the surface, those standing at the forefront and sacrificing generation after generation are still just the Guardians, the Protectors!

Fang Che deeply knows that although Guardians and Protectors seem to be at their peak, there are many families not under the jurisdiction of Protectors.

There are many sects, some do not even have their mountain gates known to the high-level Protectors.

When the Continent is in turmoil and crisis, will they take action?

They will!

Countless disciples run, sacrifice, and fight. This is undeniable, and they have merit!

But is this all their strength?

Far from it!!

Even the true high-level people won't mobilize.

They just watch the worldly changes with cold eyes, observe the people's sufferings, and at most sigh, "The world is about to change."

Then they return, continuing their secluded practice without a care for external matters.

And within these large sects, the power of Supreme Strong individuals could even rival Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang!

But... No matter the outside world's upheaval, they don't care about any living thing's suffering.

Even if the world is annihilated, as long as you don't hit their doorsteps, they won't take action!

Unless you kill his son, he won't fight anyone to the death!

The grand mundane world, the rise and fall of winds and clouds, the life and death of all people, the suffering of the world... In these people's eyes, it's as fleeting as a puff of smoke, not worth mentioning.

Glory and wealth are nothing to them, fame and infamy do not budge them, worldly reputation is ignored, others' life and death... are none of their business.

Do you say these people have no desires?

Are these people truly transcendent?

Try killing his wife, his son, or breaking into his mountain gate?

They will still shout "This enmity will never end till death!"

To those people, Fang Che could never understand, whether in past or present life.

Cultivation, is a lifetime of it just for decaying with the grass and trees?

Helpless, powerless, indignant, yet completely unable to act!

But in this life, I have a way!

You're not coming out? Hell, I'll let the Yemo go up to kill you!

If one doesn't come out, I'll kill a hundred!

Anyway, I'm just a Demon!

...

Afternoon.

Steward Fang made four consecutive strikes in Southeast City, killing six Demon Sect demons!

The people in the Merit Department hadn't returned in the morning. In the afternoon, they continued following Steward Fang, recording merit points, and identifying identities.

Then they found that none of the people Steward Fang killed were wrongly executed!

They were all genuine Demon Sect demons!

The news was relayed back to the Guardian Hall, and all those in the Guardian Hall were wide-eyed.

In just one day's time, a single person's effort eliminated fifteen Demon Sect demons.

And they were all Marshal level experts!

Earlier, Steward Fang took out a Demon Sect stronghold at Gu Tower, gaining a merit of 1,760 through the shares and later from a Demon Sect King level member.

Hence, Fang Che's points rose from 7,910 to 9,670.

Only thirty merit points short of a second level Silver Star Deputy.

And on this day, eliminating fifteen Marshal level demons, fought another 1,500 merits.

The merit points directly surged to 11,170.

Already firmly the second level Silver Star Deputy, with a comfortable margin.

The Merit Department was urgently calculating, and the Reward Department was drafting rewards.

Outstanding merit, undisputable by anyone.

Just waiting for the Hall Master to stamp the seal.

Then it will be level two; the Silver Star will shine on the collar.

Numerous Stewards felt envious, but also admired him to the utmost.

Steward Fang, truly as strong as steel!

However, many were also worried: killing so many Demon Sect demons, how will Steward Fang ensure his own safety?

If the Demon Sect demons retaliate, it truly is unimaginable.

Zhao Ying'er appeared worried, clutching her handkerchief in her hands, twisting it anxiously until almost wet with sweat.

Just waiting for Fang Che to return to advise him, not to be so desperate, to be careful, to take care of himself.

But Fang Che hadn't returned.

...

Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi returned all the way back to the Escort Agency.

Feeling as if mourning for their deceased fathers.

Both walking like somnambulists, their faces full of life doubt.

The bitterness in their faces and eyes almost dripping out as tears.

The remaining little Demons saw them return and eagerly approached.

"Brother Zhao! Brother Zheng! You're back?"

"They say you went drinking with Steward Fang? Haha, how'd it go?"

"Fifteen in a day! Hahaha... truly satisfying, relieving! Tomorrow is my turn to report right? I know a lot of them! Let's drag them all out and kill them!"

"Screw those bastards who reported us, hoho!"

"..."

The small group was jubilantly talking to the two.

But the two had a look of wanting to burst into tears yet unable to, dragging their feet as if weighing a thousand pounds forward.

Mourning as if for their dear departed, without a word.

Eventually, others felt something was wrong.

"What's going... going on?"

The two gazed blankly, still not speaking.

Dragging their feet, they reached the room, slumping down into chairs speechless.

Their eyes blank.

"What's going on? Brother Zhao, Brother Zheng, you guys say something." Others were worried sick.

Isn't it said you two were having fun, letting off steam, even drinking with Steward Fang this morning, talking amiably, steward Fang was completely deceived by your lies?

How...

Like this?

As if something happened.

"Don't bring it up."

Zhao Wushang, pursing his mouth, almost in tears, said, "We... botched the matter."

"Ah? Doesn't Steward Fang believe you?"

"It's not that he doesn't believe us..."

Zhao Wushang's face yellow and wretched, speaking as if spitting blood, "The problem is... our lie was too good, we ended up moving Steward Fang directly..."

"Huh? What happened?"

Everyone was dizzy.

"Getting Steward Fang moved is surely good news?" someone asked, puzzled.

"It's good... my ass!"

Zhao Wushang, broken down, said, "It was precisely because he was too moved that Steward Fang... wants to make us heroes and models of the Guardian Hall..."

"Eh?"

Everyone was shocked, along with a feeling of bewildered dreaminess.

Heroes? Models?

This... is a matter related to us?