Monarch Night

Sure enough, Starlight Master was misled and angrily said, "How can one-fifth be enough? One-third!"

"Okay!"

Zheng Yunqi immediately turned around, blinked quickly, and said sharply, "Did you all hear that? The exam is tomorrow night, covering one-third of the Law Codes. Anyone who scores less than eighty points, don't blame me, Zheng Yunqi, for not being lenient! You will be expelled from the agency immediately! This is the word of the Squad Leader, as unchangeable as gold!"

Everyone bowed uniformly: "As you command!"

Starlight Master snorted, still looking unsatisfied, his eyes flickering with malice.

After a while, he added with intense dissatisfaction, "Points will be deducted for misspelled words! Deduct them all!"

Only then did he snort in anger and leave swiftly.

In an instant, he disappeared without a trace.

"Wow... thank you..."

The crowd was just about to cheer.

Zheng Yunqi hurriedly put a finger to his lips: "Shh!!"

With a stern expression!

As expected, in a whoosh, Starlight Master returned suspiciously, glaring: "What was that noise just now?"

"Master, they were begging me to help them buy the Law Codes."

Zheng Yunqi said.

"Haha..."

Starlight Master's eyes flashed with ferocity, having nowhere to vent, he kicked Zheng Yunqi in the stomach, saying, "You better behave too! You all will take the exam tomorrow as well!"

After saying that, he left swiftly.

After a long while, when there was no more movement, it was confirmed he was gone.

Zhou Mei'er, Zhao Wushang, and others immediately cursed with twisted faces: "Damn it! What the hell were you shouting just now! Damn it! It originally had nothing to do with us, but look what your shouting has done!"

They were still thinking about invigilating tomorrow and being impressive.

But now... with one shout, they got themselves involved too.

It was really infuriating.

Especially Zhou Mei'er, who had been too comfortable lately, almost forgetting the Law Codes, now needing to review them again.

Her little nose was crooked with anger.

"Too harmful, too harmful!"

Thirty-six newcomers timidly accompanied with apologetic smiles, repeatedly apologizing.

Zheng Yunqi, holding a Law Codes book, almost buried his head into it, said, "Still have time to talk! Hurry up and study!"

"Oh oh oh..."

Immediately everyone moved quickly.

This evening, it's certain that they wouldn't get any sleep.

They must study diligently!

Some sharp ones had already started forming study groups: "Let's quiz each other later."

"Alright!"

...

Fang Che left the sub-branch, walking along the night wind.

Constantly thinking about what to do next.

As for the white-robed person who had already left, he didn't really think about it, estimating that the guy was just a fleeting appearance, and whether he would show up again was a question.

Steward Fang would never pay attention to such a random event.

How to manage this sub-branch, abide by the laws, grow and strengthen, and always keep it under his control.

And one thing is to make sure that... if he gets promoted one day, then this sub-branch needs to be destroyed immediately...

Now the question is, how big is big enough?

How many people from the Weiwo Sect Headquarters need to be absorbed? Should we keep accepting them?

Would there be any problems if we keep accepting them?

Is it already too large?

Fang Che furrowed his brows.

Thinking carefully.

He felt this matter still needed to be discussed with the Yin Shen Palace.

It's too big, and even Old Demon might not be able to control it.

While thinking, the Five Spirits Gu timidly prompted a new message.

Upon checking, it was actually from the Yin Shen Palace.

Ever since he talked with him yesterday, Old Demon had been silent.

Now, unexpectedly, he sent a message at this time.

Fang Che was very surprised and opened it, only to find himself bombarded with curses.

"What are you aggrieved about! You are just a mole from the Yixin Sect infiltrating the Guardian! Who else would Zhao Shanhe target but you!"

"And you feel aggrieved! You are not one of their people, why would they treat you favorably! Giving you twenty rewards, I think even twenty are too much!"

"They just want to humiliate you! Who told you to be a mole? If I were Zhao Shanhe, I would humiliate you too!"

"And you have the face to feel aggrieved!"

"You feel like you can't face people! You still want to live like a person! Live like what?"

"Still a two-star Steward, crap about Silver Star! Also the promotion ceremony! Crap about the ceremony! I think you've had it too easy lately, your brain must have fried!"

"You dare to feel aggrieved and come complaining to me! I'd slap you to death, you little bastard!"

"And you feel it's not worth it! I'm telling you, whatever grievances you have, you must endure it! You actually want to come back! Why did I send you there? Huh? You finally got in, and you want to come back just like that? Are you an idiot!"

"If there's another incident like this! I'll slap you to death!"

"Have I been too kind to you lately that you dare to be so impudent!"

"..."

Old Demon continued his endless scolding, leaving Fang Che bewildered.

My goodness.

What is going on?

It's been two days, and he's just now scolding me for what happened the day before yesterday? Why didn't he scold me then?

Is Old Demon Yin losing it?

Then the last sentence left Fang Che even more confused: "That... An Ruoxing, did he mention me to you?"

Fang Che was even more puzzled: "Master... how could he possibly mention you to me..."

Yin Shen Palace got angrier: "Are you stupid! Of course, he wouldn't mention me to you!"

Fang Che was utterly confused.

Old Demon must have problems! His brain!

Does he really have something going on with An Ruoxing?

Yin Shen Palace angrily said: "Why wouldn't An Ruoxing mention me to you? Damn it, who does he look down on?"

Fang Che wisely chose not to reply.

He knew that the silence from Yin Shen Palace these past few days indicated a problem. Now it seems that the problem is quite significant, and the most unfortunate thing is... once he has a problem, he comes to scold me!

Who did I offend?

Yin Shen Palace sent another message: "Have you practiced Blood Smoke Hand?"

Fang Che frowned, clearly realizing that he was just looking for an excuse to scold him.

Much like how he would find excuses to beat people up in the sub-branch.

But he couldn't ignore it: "Master, I have practiced it and already reached the basic level."

The response from Yin Shen Palace came like a storm: "You actually practiced it! Are you stupid? Are you mentally ill? Are you afraid you're living too long?!"

Fang Che was directly at a loss.

If you want to scold me, just scold me directly.

Why ask a question to seem reasonable?

"Disciple was wrong." Fang Che hurriedly admitted.

"All you know how to do is admit to being wrong! Are you a kowtow bug? Look at how many times you've said you were wrong since becoming my apprentice! You're just a blockhead, an uncarvable piece of wood! Get lost! Don't talk to me; you annoy me just by existing!"

Yin Shen Palace unleashed another round of scolding.

Fang Che shrank back but also breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, it's over.

A moment later, Yin Shen Palace actually sent another message: "Why aren't you talking? Are you cursing me, you brat!?"

Fang Che was beyond frustrated: "Disciple dares not!"

"What don't you dare? What don't you dare! The nonsense you did, weren't they all nonsense? ..."

Old Yin continued ranting for another three paragraphs before finally falling silent.

"I am really too aggrieved... Facing grievances here and being scolded. It's all grievances there too, and being scolded! This undercover road is so difficult!"

Fang Che sighed.

It seems that the issue with this sub-branch is something he must decide on himself.

Old Demon is now like he's going through menopause, from what Fang Che can see, it will take at least three to five days before he calms down.

But if I wait for those three to five days, with the rate Zhao Wushang and the others are recruiting, my sub-branch will soon exceed a thousand people...

...

Zhao Ying'er waited at the entrance of the Steward Hall, feeling a bit anxious, she ran to the main entrance to wait.

Her white clothes fluttered, looking pure and lovely.

Seeing Fang Che from a distance, slowly approaching, she couldn't help but smile.

She waved her hand: "Fang Che!"

Fang Che approached in his steward attire.

He asked, "Why are you waiting at the gate?"

Saying this, he naturally walked into the Guardian Hall's courtyard.

Zhao Ying'er followed him in, speaking softly, "Did you forget? Today is Steward Ren's birthday, I want to go see him."

Fang Che couldn't help but think of that phrase again.

Another day has passed.

He nodded and said, "This afternoon? Or do you want to go first? Or together?"

Zhao Ying'er hesitated and said, "I'll go first; I have a lot to say to him. Since I came, he's helped me with everything, and although he does the same for others, this teacher is very important to me."

"Alright."

Fang Che thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go patrol Nancheng in the morning, and the southwest in the afternoon, just in time to go over. Probably around the Wu hour."

Zhao Ying'er glanced aside and said, "Go over at the evening hour. Just right, after paying respects to Ren Chang, we can have a meal together."

Fang Che thought about it and said, "Alright."

Zhao Ying'er was very happy, looked down at her clothes, felt okay, and decided to go home later to change shoes.

Her hair also needed to be combed again.

Normally, for steward tasks, there was no need to wear accessories, as they could get damaged in battle and be heart-wrenching, so she'd put them on when she got home.

She smiled and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll book it in advance."

What to eat?

This question stumped Fang Che, making him ponder for a while.

In all his past lives, he always lived on the edge of life and death, so when eating, Fang Che was always casual. With spiritual energy-filled delicacies, he could eat to his heart's content.

On ordinary days, he could also fill his stomach with a few dry buns.

If desperate and nothing to eat in deserted areas, he could even eat tree bark with relish.

For him, he never felt anything was particularly delicious, nor particularly bad.

As long as he could fill his stomach and have the energy to fight.

That was all that mattered.

After thinking about it, his mind was surprisingly blank, so he said, "Anything is fine. I'm okay with anything."

"Then I'll book it directly."

Zhao Ying'er thought of a restaurant with beautiful surroundings and a particularly hazy feeling, and couldn't help but feel her heart fluttering in pink excitement.

She giggled and said, "I'll go get busy quickly, clear the afternoon time, and you hurry too."

"Okay."