Monarch Night

The white-clothed figure said, "What? You got the right person? What do you mean?"

Fang Che laughed boisterously, his pride soaring, and his laughter stirred the sea of clouds, enveloping the sky in white mist.

His voice was like golden stone, resonating endlessly between the heavens and cloud sea, each word ringing like a bell: "I have no selfish intentions! My entire life is one of loyalty and devotion!"

He stood with his hands behind his back and chest thrust forward, feeling a sudden surge of heroic spirit within his heart, and even his speech was imbued with the power to shake mountains and rivers.

He looked directly into the eyes of the white-clothed figure and said word by word, "Look closely, I, Fang Che, am not for loyalty and devotion. Because I, Fang Che, am loyalty and devotion itself!"

Standing there, he was like a mountain, his eyes like thunder; standing against the wind, he appeared eternally evergreen; with a casual utterance, he exuded the righteous spirit of heaven and earth.

At this moment, in the eyes of the white-clothed figure, Fang Che was unshakeable and inviolable!

The white-clothed figure's expression changed.

A strange light shot out from his eyes as he looked at Fang Che.

He could clearly sense that Fang Che's words came from the depths of his heart.

It seemed like a cry from the deepest part of his being.

It was a burning passion!

Even someone like him, standing at the pinnacle for millennia, felt his long-calm heart stir!

"Hahahahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed wildly, fearlessly facing his own heart in this personal domain.

He expressed his lifelong aspirations with total freedom.

He even felt that in this moment, his heart had achieved sublimation and release.

All the grievances he faced outside, all the immense pressure he bore externally, were released here—here, I am Fang Che.

This is just who I am!

"In the face of heaven and earth, I, Fang Che, have no regrets!"

"In the face of life and death, I, Fang Che, have no remorse in my heart!"

"In the face of the world, I, Fang Che, am at peace!"

He looked at the white-clothed figure and shouted sternly, "In the face of your Outer World Sect, I, Fang Che, stand proud!"

Looking into Fang Che's eyes, the white-clothed figure, despite having a cultivation level millions of times higher than Fang Che, dared not meet his gaze!

He avoided those clear eyes by turning his head aside and spoke softly, "I admire you!"

Fang Che said calmly, "There's no need for admiration. I'm just speaking my mind."

He laughed at himself, saying, "I should also thank this space domain for allowing me to express my true thoughts. I wouldn't say these things outside."

The white-clothed figure turned with a slightly mocking smile: "Afraid of being mocked?"

He tried to regain the upper hand.

But Fang Che immediately turned his head back and locked his gaze with the white-clothed figure, saying word by word, "I'm not afraid of being mocked because this is the kind of person I truly am!"

Looking directly into the white-clothed figure's eyes, he mockingly retorted, "Is that how you really think? Do you really think that? Hahahahaha..."

Fang Che began to laugh, leaning forward and back, and his laughter pierced the heart of the white-clothed figure like needles.

He couldn't help but shout angrily, "Stop it, stop laughing!"

Fang Che laughed wildly, "Hahahaha... Poor Outer World Mountain Sect! Hahaha... Ridiculous Outer World Mountain Sect! Hahaha... Pathetic Outer World Mountain Sect!"

The white-clothed figure's anger surged, and he shouted, "Stop laughing!"

Fang Che ceased his laughter, looked at the white-clothed figure with interest, and provoked, "You want me to stop laughing? You want someone like me to stop laughing?"

He laughed wildly and arrogantly said, "Crush my bones and see if I can stop! Try me!?"

The white-clothed figure dared not try.

He let out a deep sigh.

In this brief contact, he could see that this person was exactly that type of person.

Even if all his bones were crushed, he could laugh until the last moment of his life!

"Sorry."

The white-clothed figure said.

He sighed internally once again, not knowing how many years it had been since he last apologized to anyone.

Back when Rui Qianshan sought him out for a duel and defeated him, then invited him and his Sect to emerge from the mountain, he refused without feeling anything was amiss.

Despite being friends, when he was asked for help, he couldn't offer his assistance.

And that was it.

He felt no shame whatsoever.

But now, in the face of Fang Che, facing this ant whose power was far below his own, he felt a new and strange emotion.

Shame.

"No need to apologize."

Fang Che said, "Didn't you want to reason with me? Then let's begin."

The white-clothed figure smiled wryly: "We've already reasoned enough."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "Then let me out? I have things to attend to."

"If Steward Fang wants to leave, I shall escort you,"

The white-clothed figure sighed gently, "I will seriously consider what you've said. As for the resources of Steward Fang, I will complete them as soon as possible."

Fang Che smiled, responding with indifference, "Is that so? Hahaha... Then thank you very much."

The white-clothed figure found Fang Che's attitude somewhat unbearable.

He said directly, "Then I will escort you."

"What is your Sect?"

Fang Che asked, "Can you tell me the name?"

The white-clothed figure's face darkened like charcoal: "A small Sect, not worthy of the grand halls, no need to mention it."

Fang Che asked, "Then what about your name? Can you tell me?"

The white-clothed figure's face turned even darker: "Just a nobody, not worth mentioning, I won't say."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Well, let's go?"

The scene before his eyes shifted, and in an instant, Fang Che found himself back on the street.

And the white-clothed figure was nowhere to be seen.

Everything felt like he had just been dreaming.

Tang Zheng's voice echoed with unsurpassed joy: "Steward Fang!"

Fang Che gave a faint smile, as if nothing had happened, saying, "Let's go, patrol the streets. We've been delayed quite a bit."

Turning around, he strode away.

As if he had completely forgotten everything that had just transpired.

After he left.

From seemingly nowhere, a white-clothed figure appeared in the space behind him.

Watching Fang Che's upright figure depart, his eyes were filled with complexity.

Then he quietly followed.

That entire afternoon.

Steward Fang displayed incredible power.

Relentless, forgetting fatigue, disregarding danger, he scoured across Baiyun State, assisting the Baiyun Martial Academy seniors in killing four demon race members of the Demon Sect.

Through tips from enthusiastic citizens, he slew twenty-seven Marshal-level demon race members of the Demon Sect!

What was astonishing was that two of them were Eighth-grade Marshall-level!

After a fierce battle, Steward Fang killed them.

Though he himself was wounded.

On his way back to the Guardian Hall near closing time, he found and killed two more Marshal-level demon race members.

It was as if the God of Killing had descended!

The white-clothed figure had been secretly tailing him all along, watching as Steward Fang, with eyes like lightning, identified and extracted each demon race member from crowds that seemed normal.

He made no mistakes.

Moreover, the spiraling black smoke rising from the Five Spirits Gu when its host died confirmed this further.

He continuously watched as Steward Fang, wounded but with a commanding posture, entered the Guardian Hall.

At last, he sighed.

"Truly..."

Whatever was truly so, he didn't say.

Instead, his figure vanished on the spot.

...

Fang Che entered the Steward Hall.

Tang Zheng, unable to rest, hurriedly went to record the merits.

Today he was utterly exhausted, almost half-dead, yet he did not utter a single complaint.

On the contrary, he was very spirited.

Fang Che sat silently at his own seat, his expression cold and aloof.

Like a block of ice refusing to melt.

A cold aura naturally emanated, making those around him hesitant to speak loudly.

Not far behind, at the table where Jing Xiuyun was, lame Hong Er couldn't help but say, "Steward Fang today, gained quite a bit, huh."

Fang Che hmmed but didn't look back.

He didn't hold much fondness for this oily and indecent man.

Lame Hong Er felt a bit indignant, why are you acting so superior?

Just because you have a pretty face, all the women in the Steward Hall are smitten with you.

With a cheeky smile he said, "At this rate, Steward Fang should soon be promoted to First-level Gold Star Steward, congratulations are in order, surely there will be ample merit rewards by then."

Everyone's expression changed.

This dude really knows where to hit.

Fang Che was just upset over that matter, yet you bring it up, isn't that asking for trouble.

Fang Che laughed faintly, then stood up and walked towards lame Hong Er.

Lame Hong Er stood up in a panic, saying, "What are you going to do?"

"Bang!"

Fang Che punched him square in the face, sending lame Hong Er's bulky body flying.

Then Fang Che leaped forward.

Bam bam bam...

Punch after punch after punch...

Landed on lame Hong Er's face.

He said coldly, "Anyone who tries to stop me, I'll beat them!"

After speaking, he calmly continued to punch lame Hong Er's face.

Lame Hong Er screamed, constantly pleading, "I'm wrong… I'm wrong… I was… wrong…"

Fang Che rained down dozens of punches.

The face had no space left for further hits.

So he stood up, lifted a foot.

Boom!

He kicked onto lame Hong Er's body, then began kicking again and again!

Not fatal.

Not crippling.

But each kick landed where it hurt the most.

Lame Hong Er's screams were earth-shattering.

Everyone acted as if they didn't hear.

First, they admired Fang Che's prowess against the demon races; second, they had been warned beforehand, and third, most importantly… this oily scummy fat guy, lame Hong Er, had very few friends.

This fellow always took lewdness as humor, sleaziness as his asset, vulgarity as normal.

Committed no grave mistake, but frequent minor offenses. Every day using various innuendos to tease the Female Stewards and found it entertaining. Considered it a hobby.

Many people in the Steward Hall had wanted to beat him personally.

Now seeing him getting beaten up truly pleased their hearts.

Fang Che, with a cold face, kicked more than a hundred times.

The Chief Steward had arrived earlier, but with merely a glance from the doorway, he withdrew.

Lame Hong Er lay on the ground groaning, unable to even crawl.

Fang Che then took out a white handkerchief and wiped his hands, saying coolly, "I'm not much of a speaker. I prefer using my fists. You, go ahead and say whatever you want in the future."

"You use your mouth, I use my fists."

Fang Che finished wiping his hands, threw the handkerchief onto lame Hong Er's belly, and said coldly, "Wipe yourself off."

Turned and walked away.

Just when he sat back at his seat.

Fan Tiantiao heard the news and came, looking conflicted: "Fang Che, what are you doing?!"

Fang Che rolled his eyes and directly snapped back, "Hitting people, so what if I hit them? If you have the guts, fire me?!"

"!!!"

Fan Tiantiao's face turned purple.

Turned and walked away.

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