Monarch Night

"Starlight Master is such a person, a rare genius. If he had participated in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, his future achievements would be limitless."

Zheng Yunqi sighed.

"That's not necessarily true. After all, he lacks profound martial arts resources, so... it's really hard to say what his future will be like."

Zhao Wushang disagreed: "I admit he's quite a character, but he's not as formidable as you think."

Zheng Yunqi sneered, "Let's wait and see. In the future, the Starlight Master will surely make you change your words."

"So in the foreseeable future, we will need the Starlight Master more than he needs us. We must maintain this connection."

...

The next day, Fang Che went to work in high spirits.

Immediately, a chorus of congratulations filled the air.

Being a First Grade Gold Steward is a certainty, just waiting for the Golden Star to arrive.

As for the ceremony... everyone tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Zhao Ying'er didn't come; it's said she was taken home by her family for recuperation.

Her injuries were fatal, but Fang Che managed to save her life, so she's very lucky.

However, her heart veins are damaged, which is not a trivial matter. Without some rest, she can't return to work, much less participate in any battles.

The fragile heart veins could be shattered with just one underpowered fight.

The injuries on Fang Che's face caught the attention of several female stewards, who came to inspect them, feeling very distressed.

"How did such a handsome face get injured... it's really..."

"I have some excellent medicine here."

"I have it too, a medicine from our headquarters that costs a thousand spirit crystals for a small bottle. Apply it for half a day, and you'll be healed; even I can't bear to use it."

"Hurry, hurry."

"Get a small cotton swab to clean the wound."

"Hold him down..."

Fang Che, extremely embarrassed: "No need, no need..."

But the women, without further ado, pressed him onto the table and began treating him.

"You don't need to move! We'll do it!"

"Bear with the pain."

"It'll be over soon."

"Don't move, you're moving while we're working..."

"Doesn't it feel refreshing now? Cool and soothing?"

"..."

After the women left, Fang Che lay weakly on the table, but the injuries on his face were already invisible!

His whole body was drenched in the smell of various powders.

Countless male stewards looked at him with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Even Zuo Guanglie, a hardcore supporter, looked enviously rageful.

Imagine being pressed down by a bunch of women, each one beautiful...

This wonderful thing... why didn't it happen to me?

Lame Hong Er couldn't help his sour feelings and said, "Tsk tsk..."

...

Fang Che sat up straight, glaring like a knife, and maliciously asked, "What's your tsk tsk for?"

Lame Hong Er suddenly felt a bit nervous and stammered, "Nothing... nothing..."

Fang Che stepped forward and punched him: "Nothing? Then why tsk tsk?!"

Bang bang bang, another hard beating!

Lame Hong Er was directly confused.

Getting hit for this too?

He begged for mercy, but Fang Che did not relent, punching and kicking him, and finally pointed at his nose and cursed: "Next time you dare to run your mouth, just try it!"

This scene filled the female stewards with indescribable joy.

They knew why Fang Che did this.

Earlier, when the female stewards were treating Fang Che's wound, Lame Hong Er didn't dare say anything with Fang Che present; but once he left, Lame Hong Er's snide remarks would surely be endless.

Especially since this incident made Lame Hong Er so jealous, he would undoubtedly speak badly of it later. Various sarcastic comments and insinuations, the female stewards could already imagine it.

And the female stewards dared not engage with him because, firstly, they couldn't beat him, and secondly, if they fought, he'd go even crazier in the future.

Now Fang Che's merciless beating could make Lame Hong Er shut up.

At least for a few days, he wouldn't dare say anything... If in time he did run his mouth again, it would be after a while...

Lame Hong Er lay on the ground for a long time, afraid to move. After feeling Fang Che should be gone, he propped himself up with his hands and murmured, "Damn it..."

With a bang.

Fang Che stomped on his head: "Knew you'd still run your mouth!"

Lame Hong Er's head hit the ground, and his nose and mouth instantly bled. He cried out, "I won't dare anymore, never again."

Fang Che continued to stomp hard a few more times.

He stomped until Lame Hong Er couldn't even cry out anymore.

Then called out: "Tang Zheng! Let's patrol downtown!"

Tang Zheng stood up imposingly and followed Fang Che out.

The hall was silent for a long time.

Lame Hong Er finally sobbed and cried.

"It's...it's too much...sob sob..."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

If you hadn't run your mouth, would he have hit you?

You totally brought this on yourself.

The Chief Steward came in with his collar shining with golden light, looking as if he knew nothing, and said: "What's going on here? Lame Hong Er, you causing trouble again!"

Lame Hong Er, on the verge of tears, said, "Boss, it was Fang Che who beat me..."

The Chief Steward frowned: "If you didn't provoke him, why would he hit you?"

"I really didn't provoke him..."

"Then why didn't he hit anyone else?" the Chief Steward asked.

"..."

Lame Hong Er was speechless.

What you said makes so much sense, I have no words to refute it.

Afternoon.

Steward Fang's promotion to Golden Star Ceremony.

The Guardian Hall directly held it.

This time Song Yidao was smart and didn't involve the Southeast Headquarters.

Everyone in the Guardian Hall celebrated together.

...

Fang Che patrolled downtown imposingly, the Golden Star gleaming.

All was peaceful and quiet.

Five thousand miles south of Baiyun State, in the heart of the Wan Ling Zhi Forest.

Above the clouds.

A man in white and a man in black were facing each other.

Beside both of them, the winds and clouds roared.

Before the fight began, the shadow of a sword and a spear had already started to entangle in the clouds.

Xue Fuxiao had been on Baiyun State for eleven days. After showing his face high-profile at Baiyun Martial Academy, he intended to follow Dongfang Sansan's instructions to find Fang Che for a fight. However, he unexpectedly discovered that the weather in Tiannan of Baiyun State seemed unusual, with signs of a storm brewing.

After contacting Dongfang Sansan, he immediately came in this direction.

The result was he ran into an old acquaintance.

White Bone Shattering Dream Spear, Duan Xiyang!

Xue Fuxiao was shocked beyond words.

How could this Old Demon appear here so silently?

Duan Xiyang was equally stunned.

The intelligence was clear that Xue Fuxiao and others were at the Guardian Headquarters or patrolling the border Snow Mountain.

How did they suddenly appear here?

The two met unexpectedly, and their first words were almost in unison.

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you come?"

Then they each realized their unexpected encounter.

This was completely a coincidence!

Both felt a bit bewildered.

Damn it... How could this happen!

Duan Xiyang felt a sense of destiny: I went to great lengths to hide all my tracks, even releasing fake information to divert attention, changed my appearance all along the way, and entered discreetly—yet as soon as I came in, I ran into Xue Fuxiao!

And Xue Fuxiao felt an even more absurd sense: My departure this time was completely by accident, I didn't even know I was coming out beforehand. I left Baiyun Martial Academy confused, made a round, and ended up here—and then happened to meet Duan Xiyang!

This is a bit too chilling.

Could it be Sansan foresaw it!?

Xue Fuxiao immediately understood.

He smiled inscrutably and said, "Duan Xiyang, are you surprised?"

Duan Xiyang coldly said, "Aren't you surprised?"

Xue Fuxiao lightly smiled: "Sansan foresaw you'd come here, and specifically sent me to wait for you. I didn't understand his intent at first, but now seeing you... I understand."

Duan Xiyang was instantly shocked; his withered face widened in surprise: "Dongfang Sansan could foresee my movements? How is that possible?"

Xue Fuxiao, with the air of an old god, said, "If it's impossible, how do you explain my presence here?"

Duan Xiyang was truly shocked to the core: "This shouldn't be possible! This time, I used divine power to obscure myself, how could Dongfang Sansan foresee it?"

Xue Fuxiao laughed heartily, full of confidence, "You have gods; we have Sansan!"

Duan Xiyang was surprised again, "You actually know we have gods? Didn't you not believe it before?"

Xue Fuxiao was also suddenly surprised, "So you do have gods?"

Duan Xiyang felt dizzy: "Then what were you saying?"

Xue Fuxiao frowned confusedly: "And what were you saying?"

The two stood facing each other silently for a long time.

With puzzled and confused eyes, they looked at each other.

Finally, they couldn't help it.

"Damn it, we met, let's have a go at it!"

Duan Xiyang grabbed his spear.

Xue Fuxiao angrily said, "Why fight again? Neither can kill the other; let's just chat."

Duan Xiyang sneered and pointed the White Bone Shattering Dream Spear northward: "If you don't fight me, I'll slaughter Baiyun State!"

"You damn..."

Xue Fuxiao drew his sword, enveloping the void with a dreamlike sword intent: "Fine, let's fight. I'm not afraid of you!"

So the two began to battle.

Xue Fuxiao led Duan Xiyang up into the sky to fight, and the cloud sea boiled continuously under their assault.

By now, they had already been fighting for nine days!

No victor emerged.

Duan Xiyang, his eyes filled with war intent like a boiling sea of fury, was quite satisfied: "Old Xue, you've improved!"

Xue Fuxiao, with his sword intent raging, snorted: "You're not weak either."

"I'm hungry."

Duan Xiyang said, "Whose turn is it this time?"

Xue Fuxiao irritably said, "I cooked the last meal!"

"Then it's my turn." Duan Xiyang sighed.

For the past several days, they've been fighting daily; after fighting, they'd take turns cooking.

Today it happened to be Duan Xiyang's turn, meaning the Old Demon had to play chef for a day.

Duan Xiyang rushed down like a gust of wind, and Xue Fuxiao followed, waiting on the mountaintop.

In an instant, Duan Xiyang grabbed a Monarch-level demon beast and returned, saying, "There are two Elder level ones over there, but in terms of taste, this one is better."