Monarch Night

Fang Che's voice was heavy:

"Tang Zheng, do you know? A choice is a return journey. Today you chose to be a man, a hero, so you also chose a return journey."

"Living in this mortal world, not everyone is an aspiring man, and not everyone is a fighter; some choose to cling to life, some choose to confront. Those who cling to life often live long; but those who confront, often die quickly."

"Clinging to life, confronting, and going with the flow are three life attitudes."

"In a time of peace, it's hard to say who is right or wrong."

"However..."

Fang Che said softly, "One thing is certain; that is... if there were no people who confront, then those who cling to life and go with the flow would find it even more difficult!"

"Though they all die early, they are the real backbone of this continent!"

"Those who cling to life, and those who go with the flow, are actually enjoying the benefits brought by those who confront. Sometimes, they even look down on those who confront... thinking they're fools. Isn't it better to live a few more days? Why rush to die?"

"You can't blame them for not understanding. Because their view of life is different. They chose to cling to life, so in their opinion, clinging to life is right. Even if it means surrendering, even if it means kneeling, even if it means being a dog, living brings hope."

"But those who confront, would rather die than have that hope of living! These are two kinds of people. Strictly speaking, these are two kinds of beings."

"The ones who resist keep dying, while those clinging to life always enjoy the benefits they bring."

"Is it fair? Very unfair. But some things must be done by someone!"

"Only when someone does it, does this world have hope, can there be generations of people who confront! So that the backbone of this continent won't be completely broken!"

Tang Zheng said in confusion: "I seem to understand what you're saying, but not quite..."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "No need to understand. Just do what you think is right. Cling to life, not many will blame you. Confront, not many will thank you."

Tang Zheng mustered the courage: "Steward Fang, actually at your cultivation speed, with your talent, you will soon achieve great success in martial arts; by that time, even Commander Zhao can't do much to you. Why do you..."

Fang Che laughed intriguingly: "Are you trying to say, why not cultivate until invincible under heaven before coming out?"

"... That's more or less what I mean."

Actually, Tang Zheng wanted to ask, why do you confront Commander Zhao? But Fang Che suddenly turned the topic to the horizon.

Fang Che laughed softly and shook his head: "Hiding in a place, cultivating until invincible under heaven before coming out... this is like those Outer World Mountain Sects. Not to see any tragedy, not to meddle in any right or wrong, and no qualms of conscience, right? Women being humiliated, it's not that I don't care, but I'm cultivating in an uninhabited place. The people being bullied, it's not that I don't care, but I didn't see it. The innocent being slaughtered, it's not that I don't care, but I wasn't there. Once I'm invincible under heaven, I'll definitely come out to save the world, right? Hahahaha..."

He laughed mockingly and said, "Such people can't even be counted as people, just a blade of grass on a mountain! Save the world? With them?! Invincible under heaven? With them?!"

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Che's laughter was full of ridicule.

For a long time, he smiled slightly: "Once we who dare to confront all die... then rely on them, hahaha..."

At this moment.

A voice said lightly: "Does this steward look down on us idle mountain men?"

Fang Che stopped.

On the roadside, a man in white was standing against the wind, with a long sword on his back, standing there.

This person's white clothes seemed to be made of special material, spotless, extraordinarily white, and appeared light and silky yet with a sense of heaviness.

On his head, a topknot was tied with a white jade hairpin. Two strands of black hair naturally hung down the sides of his cheeks, along with three long beards.

Sword-like brows, phoenix eyes, with a face full of pure qi.

The sword hilt exposed from his back had a strange and ancient shape.

From head to toe, he naturally had an ethereal and otherworldly aura.

As if not belonging to this mortal world.

I come to the mortal world for a stroll, can ride the wind to leave at any time without a trace.

Fang Che had already seen this person.

And the words just now, were naturally inspired and spoken.

Just seeing this person, Fang Che's mind naturally came up with four words: Outer World Sect.

At this moment.

Tang Zheng was astonished to find that the Steward Fang in front of him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

A clear sense was that he was isolated from a certain world.

Tang Zheng panicked: Where is Steward Fang?

And Fang Che felt the same.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, entering a special space, with white mist swirling endlessly.

And in the entire world, there were only two people.

Himself and the man in white.

Fang Che immediately recalled that night, when someone came to deliver the divine attribute metal.

It was like this.

Walking, he inexplicably walked into another world.

Could this man in white be another peerless expert?

Fang Che was cautious in his heart.

He only heard the man in white ask again: "Does this steward look down on us idle mountain men?"

Fang Che said casually: "Since you are idle mountain men, why care whether this steward sees you favorably? If so, so what? If not, so what?"

The man in white squinted his eyes, saying lightly: "Idle mountain men also have tempers."

"Since you're idle mountain men, what qualification do you have to be angry with the Guardian of the Human World?"

Fang Che sneered, mocked: "Here to shop in the mortal world? Or to beg for alms? Or are you missing something else in the mountains?"

He laughed loudly and said, "Can't possibly be here to slay demons and guard the Dao, right? I don't believe it!"

The face of the man in white, as white as jade, showed a trace of anger, saying indignantly: "It's rare to see a Guardian of the Great Hall so impolite!"

Fang Che said casually, "Is that so? But it's even rarer for Outer World Sect people to slay demons and guard the Dao!"

Now he was in the other's domain, his life and death at the other's whim, but Fang Che was not afraid at all.

I dared to charge at Duan Xiyang's spear back in the day, what are you?!

It's just death.

Said as if someone is afraid.

So he stood his ground and didn't give an inch!

Confrontational.

The man in white said lightly, "What boldness."

Fang Che said proudly, "Without boldness, how can one face the storms of the world?"

The man in white was silent, saying: "Indeed, you truly live up to the word 'face'!"

He walked in the dense mist, saying lightly, "Follow me."

The dense mist surged and parted like ocean waves as he moved forward.

Fang Che followed behind him, and in a daze, they arrived at a pavilion.

The pavilion was amidst a sea of clouds.

In front was an endless sea of cloud waves.

He turned his head, his voice became calm, saying: "What is your esteemed family name?"

"Fang! Fang Che!"

"Steward Fang."

The man in white nodded lightly, saying: "I originally didn't want to disturb, but earlier, hearing what Steward Fang said, I was moved, and even felt some dissatisfaction. So I temporarily had a wild thought to debate with my young friend."

Fang Che said: "My time is precious, I don't want to waste it on idle debates. You must pay!"

The man in white was stunned, then said: "What price does Steward Fang want?"

Fang Che mocked: "The time spent debating with you, I can kill a demon."

The man in white was silent for a moment, saying lightly: "When I leave here, I will specifically slay three demons to pay for Steward Fang's conversation today. How about it?"

"Deal!"

Fang Che stood with hands behind his back, standing beside the man in white, eyes watching the clouds surge, saying lightly: "What do you want to talk about? Speak. Considering you paid, I'll chat with you to your heart's content."

The man in white smiled slightly: "Steward Fang is truly straightforward."

He pondered for a moment, saying: "Earlier, Steward Fang said something... hiding in a place... such people can't even be counted as people, just a blade of grass on a mountain! Save the world? With them?! Invincible under heaven? With them?!"

He actually repeated what Fang Che had said earlier word for word.

Chuchen's face revealed a faint anger: "Your words have a pointed implication. Moreover, you spoke them after seeing me."

"So, I must come to debate with you."

Fang Che stood with hands behind, said lightly and calmly: "You speak."

"As you guessed, I am from an Outer World Sect, rarely leaving the mountain gate in my lifetime."

The man in white said: "But the sect disciples go out in batches, also slaying demons and guarding the Dao, also saving the world, why in your mouth..."

"Wrong!"

Before he could finish, Fang Che interrupted directly: "Your statement is terribly wrong!"

"Why?" The man's gaze fixed on Fang Che's face.

"Slaying demons and guarding the Dao, saving the world? Your disciples don't deserve these eight words!"

Fang Che's eyes were like arrows, turning to meet the man's deep gaze without yielding, said unceremoniously: "Yours is called practice!"

"The so-called slaying demons and guarding the Dao, saving the world, is just your practice."

"Through practice, enhance battle experience, enhance cultivation insights, enhance mental realm cultivation, enhance personal combat power, enhance sect strength."

Fang Che said coldly: "And your disciples, after practice, return to the mountains for better cultivation. Continuing to sit on cold stones for years and years."

"Then when they reach a bottleneck in their cultivation, needing battle to break through, they go out again, for your so-called slaying demons and guarding the Dao!"

"What is this called?"

Fang Che's gaze was icy: "I don't deny your kind of sect made contributions, indeed in action, is slaying demons and guarding the Dao, but your hearts, what difference are they from stubborn stones?"

"When your practice is about done, even if the whole world is still in calamity, even if the whole world is already destitute, you will decisively return to the mountains!"

Fang Che revealed a mocking smile: "What qualification do you have to say slaying demons and guarding the Dao saving the world?!"

The man in white was silent for a moment, saying lightly: "Who in the world doesn't have selfish desires? Does Steward Fang have no selfish desires at all? Is your whole life just for loyal and devoted?"

Fang Che's face revealed an inexplicable smile, at this moment, his eyes and face, were iron-blooded and firm, with a fearsome demeanor.

He said word by word: "You asked the right person!"