Monarch Night

Yin Shen Palace is a bit anxious, wondering if its disciples are too kind?

Killing a few of our own for one's safety, what's wrong with that? Anyway, is the Yemo Sect or the Mingguang Sect truly our people?

Those guys are constantly thinking about devouring our Yixin Sect!

How can they be considered our people?

"Because they belong to the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, they're our people? Then Ren Zhongyuan and I are our people too! So what? Your master Sun Yuan and the Wang Family and the Li Family are still our people! So what?"

"According to this logic, don't we share the same continent with the Guardian Hall, making them our people too?"

Yin Shen Palace got angry: "Get rid of that nonsensical thought! You've already become a Yemo feared by the world, yet your thoughts are still so childish?!"

Right now, Fang Che is just not in front of Yin Shen Palace.

If he were, the Old Demon would definitely give him a good beating.

How could you think that way!

It's simply completely wrong!

What's wrong with killing them?

Even if there's no threat to life or death, just finding them displeasing is reason enough to kill.

"You fool! I made you a demon, and you've become a poet, so sentimental!"

Yin Shen Palace scolded mercilessly.

"Master, it's not that I'm being sentimental… mainly this afternoon, at the Guardian Hall's celebration, I got promoted to a second-level Silver Star Deacon. The Southeast Headquarters specially sent a Deputy Chief to preside…"

Fang Che recounted the events: "…In front of everyone, they rewarded me with twenty merits! Such humiliation, I just felt like killing so many of our own was really not worth it."

Fang Che complained, "Master, do you think I lack twenty merits? I've fought my way from nothing to nearly fifteen thousand merits, do I really lack those twenty?"

"To be humiliated like this in front of so many people! How do I live from now on? I'm still a second-level Silver Star Deacon, after all. And this was my promotion ceremony... I can't go on living like this, Master, I want to return to the Yixin Sect…"

"That Zhao Shanhe went too far!"

"One day I will kill this old bastard!"

"Twenty merits! Damn it!"

"This old bastard just wants to make fun of me, just to humiliate me! It's intentional!"

Fang Che was crying.

He desperately showed his grievance, hoping to gain sympathy and comfort from Yin Shen Palace.

But this time, things did not go as he wished.

Yin Shen Palace was silent, letting him complain but not saying a word.

What's going on?

Fang Che got a shock. Could it be that the Old Demon… had a change of heart?

Not comforting me?

He anxiously waited for a long time.

Then a message came from Yin Shen Palace: "Who was the Deputy Chief from the Southeast Headquarters?"

Fang Che was stunned.

Aren't you supposed to comfort me? Why ask this?

So he replied: "An Ruoxing."

Yin Shen Palace again fell silent.

Fang Che was dumbfounded.

What's going on?

So he cautiously sent a message: "Master, why aren't you comforting me?"

Playing the role of a cute and lovable character.

This time the Old Demon replied quickly: "Get lost!"

Fang Che jumped in fright!

What the hell!

Not normal! This is definitely not normal!

How could the Old Demon be so irritable, could he not love me anymore?

And then there was no more message from Yin Shen Palace.

Fang Che, anxious and uneasy, reached the sub branch and immediately started throwing a tantrum.

I suffered grievances in the Righteous path, and in the Demon Sect, not even a word of comfort, just a round of scolding; life is unbearable. This anger must be vented!

And so Zhao Wushang and Zheng Yunqi were beaten and scolded madly by him, and none of the little demons in the Escort Agency escaped, all got hit with sticks.

"Can't accomplish anything, but can ruin everything!"

"Just know how to shit but don't know how to wipe your ass!"

"Damn, I'll beat you all to death!"

"Tie the two of them up for me!"

"Bring the whip!"

"Why so slow? Tie him up as well!"

Pa pa pa pa...

After a furious rage, the Starlight Master left.

"Cooperate with your Steward Fang tomorrow! I'm washing my hands of it! Execute according to the original plan! Mess up, and I'll skin you all!"

Zhao Wushang and the others were let down, everyone was confused.

What's happening?

After a long discussion, they concluded: "It must be because he was scolded by the Yin Sect Leader. Otherwise, this wouldn't happen..."

"In a way, getting scolded is our fault... so he took it out on us..."

"Sigh..."

"Let's work tomorrow... Figure out how to cooperate with Steward Fang and others, you few, go out and look for people, those you know, that have good relationships, bring them to the sub branch to work…"

"And you few women, also go out to look, or send out signals to your close friends and bring them here too. Otherwise, we'll report you and you'll be killed outside…"

"For the next few days, the Squad Leader's temper might be bad, everyone be cautious."

Fang Che went home to sleep.

As usual, Ye Meng copied the shadow's information, then passed it on.

Working happily and then practicing.

In the middle of the night.

A dense wave of Spiritual Energy undulated and spread like ripples.

Ye Meng opened his eyes, surprised with delight.

Broken through to Marshal Level!

First grade of Marshal Level.

Just as he was ecstatic…

Another breakthrough aura emerged, this one much larger than Ye Meng's breakthrough commotion.

Endlessly, countless Spiritual Energy gathered quietly, pouring into the courtyard like a hanging river.

Fang Che broke through.

Third grade of Marshal Level.

Ye Meng, being so close, couldn't help but notice, his mouth gaping in dumbfounded frustration.

Does the difference have to be so huge?

And does it have to be such a coincidence?

I just broke through to the first grade, and you broke through to the third grade, and this commotion is tens of times bigger than mine…

So infuriating!

In his room, Fang Che frowned in thought.

He had been suppressing his cultivation, not allowing a breakthrough; wanting to increase the misty Qi Vortex in his Dantian, solidifying his foundation.

But the effect of the Water Cloud Sky Fruit was really too miraculous.

He had reached the bottleneck of the third grade long ago.

Just now while sleeping, there was a sudden surge of Spiritual Energy, a big wave rushed in, and half-dazed Fang Che didn't have time to control it, just broke through directly.

This is just…

Speechless.

Fang Che walked out with a dark face: "You've broken through to Marshal Level?"

"Yes, Young Master."

Ye Meng cheerfully came over to claim credit: "Just broke through."

"Come, let's spar a bit."

"Huh? But I'm no match for you."

"Helping you solidify your foundation."

"...Okay then."

After a sparring session, Ye Meng got beaten up by Fang Che.

Even got punched a few times in the face, lying complaisantly, completely drained, unable to lift a single finger.

"Young Master, were you deliberately hitting me?" Ye Meng realized.

"Yes."

Fang Che replied.

Ye Meng lay on the ground, their little fist pounding on the ground.

So infuriating, so infuriating!

How did I fall for this scoundrel's tricks!

Now my entire body feels like it's falling apart, boo hoo hoo...

Fang Che grabbed her by the back of her shirt like a puppy, carried her to her room, and tossed her onto the bed.

"Rest."

And then strode away.

Ye Meng was thrown onto the bed, rolled over and couldn't help but pound her pillow with her little fists: "Ahhhhhh…"

Feeling her chest aching from being lifted…

So she pounded the pillow again: "Ahhhh… It's unbearable ahhhh..."

…

Fang Che, in a good mood, headed for the Guardian Hall.

One night passed, yet no word from Yin Shen Palace.

Fang Che was puzzled. The Old Demon was clearly acting suspicious, but Fang Che couldn't figure it out, muttering to himself: "Could it be… Old Man Yin has something going on with An Ruoxing...?"

Upon arriving at the Guardian Hall steward Hall, everyone's eyes turned towards him at once.

Zhao Ying'er immediately stood up and asked concernedly, "Fang Che, are you okay?"

Facing everyone's concerned gazes, Fang Che nodded calmly, then coldly said, "Tang Zheng! Let's go patrol the streets!"

His large cloak flipped, and the shining silver star badge gleamed on his collar.

Fang Che turned and briskly exited the room.

The cloak flashed at the doorway, and he was gone.

Tang Zheng acknowledged with a shout and followed energetically.

Steward Fang was on duty today, but didn't greet anyone.

Everyone was discussing it.

"Sigh…"

"These grievances are too great."

"Exactly, if it were me, I probably wouldn't come today too…"

"Steward Fang is still young, he has plenty of opportunities ahead. Just worried he might not get over it…"

"..."

Listening to everyone's discussions, Zhao Ying'er bit her lip, full of worry.

She had a clear feeling, as if... on this day, Fang Che had cut all emotional bonds he had just established in the Guardian Hall at once.

Crisply, swiftly, decisively.

…

Fang Che walked with a cold face, striding purposefully.

Tang Zheng trotted to keep up behind him, fullof indignation: "Steward Fang, don't let this bother you. Everyone's eyes are bright, they understand you've been wronged. But your abilities are here, you'll eventually stand out. Don't take it to heart."

Fang Che stopped, looking at Tang Zheng with furrowed brows.

Tang Zheng had changed a lot these days, becoming more proactive, and seemed bolder too.

Handling things faster, and facing danger, though afraid, he didn't flee.

He's steadily turning into a qualified steward.

The icy gaze in Fang Che's eyes thawed a bit, he patted Tang Zheng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Zheng, you need to work harder."

"Yes, Steward Fang."

Tang Zheng felt a warmth in his heart, a tingle in his nose, almost shedding tears.

His voice trembled a little: "At home, they all say I look more like a man now. My mom even said she wants to thank you."

Tang Zheng was very excited: "Really, Steward Fang, I've never felt as manly in my thirty years as I do these days, and a hero. Steward Fang, thank you!"

Hero...

Fang Che turned his head, looking at the bustling street, sighing slightly, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, softly saying: "Thank me for what, I don't even know if I'm helping you, or harming you."

He took big strides forward, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed, seemed like there was a white figure?

That special aura…

Fang Che remained expressionless, his voice indifferent, but what he said suddenly took a turn, and his voice got louder.