Monarch Night

For Duan Xiyang, to have such a low-level mistake appear in himself, he didn't even have the courage to explain.

So he dragged his spear and left, intending to make a sudden comeback.

But Xue Fuxiao didn't even chase him.

Making Duan Xiyang's planned comeback nothing more than a cowardly retreat.

This was an even bigger embarrassment, leaving him with no face to fight again.

He fled in a flash.

Leaving Xue Fuxiao laughing heartily at the top of the snowy mountain, almost unable to stand straight: "That guy slipped! Hahahaha... slipped!"

So he sent a message to Dongfang Sansan at the top of the snowy mountain: "I ran into Duan Xiyang in the Wan Ling Zhi Forest, fought for nine days! I won!"

Dongfang Sansan almost spit blood: "You've been fighting for nine days?"

"Yeah. I won!"

"Why didn't you tell me on the first day you met him?"

"What good would telling you do?" Xue Fuxiao was puzzled: "You're so far away!"

Dongfang Sansan was enraged: "If you had told me on the first day, I could have taken advantage of these nine days Duan Xiyang was entangled by you to stir up some trouble in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect's Xin Chu Country!"

Xue Fuxiao: "…I forgot."

Dongfang Sansan silently chanted three times 'don't get angry with a fool, don't get angry with a fool, don't get angry with a fool', finally calming down, he asked: "Why did he come?"

"To find the legacy of the One Cave Spear Demon from back in the day." Xue Fuxiao replied.

Dongfang Sansan felt a buzzing sound, getting angry again, suppressed his emotions and asked: "Did he find it?"

"No."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Dongfang Sansan pressed his temples with one hand, said: "What about now?"

"He ran away."

"Over these ten days, did his White Bone Spear Intent burst out completely?"

"It burst out, in the end, I drove him away." Xue Fuxiao proudly said: "I won!"

"And that One Cave Spear Demon's legacy was also driven away by him, wasn't it?"

"Uh, it was driven away."

Seeing Xue Fuxiao's straightforward answer, Dongfang Sansan was so angry that he saw black in front of his eyes: "Then why aren't you coming back, watching the snow over there?"

"I still have something you asked me to do that I haven't done yet."

"What is it?"

"To hit Fang Che!"

Dongfang Sansan immediately found a vent for his anger, furiously said: "Go! Go quickly! Beat him half to death for me!"

"Okay!"

Xue Fuxiao said proudly: "Sansan, today I won so wonderfully!"

Dongfang Sansan: "…Get lost!"

You damn, last time you lost to him on purpose, isn't winning him normal? Haven't I ignored you even after you said it so many times? Yet you still say it!

"He slipped, hahaha…" Xue Fuxiao continued to send messages.

Dongfang Sansan no longer replied.

Rubbing his nose embarrassedly, Xue Fuxiao leapt away.

Dongfang Sansan sighed and rubbed his brow for a long time.

Always feeling like Xue Fuxiao was going to give him wrinkles from anger.

...

Afternoon.

Fang Che finished his shift, returned to the Guardian Hall, and heard the laughter of lame Hong Er upon entering. With a cold face, he walked in, and immediately there was dead silence.

A few female stewards reacted and said: "Steward Fang is back."

"Back."

Fang Che said: "Did I just hear someone laughing?"

Lame Hong Er was startled, and said: "No, there was no one laughing!"

Fang Che rushed forward and beat him up wildly: "I didn't ask you!"

Bam bam bam bam…

Lame Hong Er was beaten again.

Wrongfully shedding tears.

He hadn't misbehaved just now, in fact, he hadn't dared to all afternoon.

Although he's wretched, he has a low laughter threshold. An old steward told a joke, others laughed a few times and stopped.

Lame Hong Er laughed a long string.

So Fang Che caught him, thinking this guy was misbehaving again.

So he was beaten up again.

After the beating.

Shift over!

Everyone was excitedly happy, all felt that today was so fulfilling. Actually seeing that fool get beaten twice! Worth it!

Fang Che walked on the road, trying his best to be discreet, he didn't dare to walk on the main road, afraid of being intercepted by the Demon Sect.

Seeing he was about to reach his Scholar Residence, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then swiftly darted…

Darted into a patch of white mist.

The city was gone, the street was gone, his Scholar Residence was also gone.

A vast expanse of white mist.

Familiar feeling!

Familiar scene!

Fang Che was startled: "Damn!"

A cold voice: "Damn what?"

With the voice, a fist suddenly magnified in the mist, and with a bang, it hit Fang Che's nose.

Xue Fuxiao said coldly: "How can you accomplish great things being so rash!"

Bam! Another punch on the face.

Immediately followed by a one-sided beating.

Facing this guy, Fang Che didn't even have the thought of fighting back, just being beaten wildly until he lay on the ground unable to get up.

Covering his head, holding his crotch, enduring the storm.

After the man in white finished beating, he said: "Actually, I don't know why I'm hitting you, but I have to."

Fang Che opened his eyes, said: "It's Lord Xue? You are my idol for life."

Xue Fuxiao neither confirmed nor denied, said: "Kid, quite resilient, being beaten like this and not making a sound."

Fang Che smiled with a swollen face: "Being hit by you, Fang Che is willing."

Xue Fuxiao snorted, said: "The Divine Attribute Metal I gave you last time, how is your sword forming?"

Fang Che was stunned, said: "I am forming a spear."

"!!"

Xue Fuxiao immediately wanted to beat him again, angrily said: "Why is it a spear?"

If it were something else, it would be fine, but it had to be a spear, this word simply again touched Xue Fuxiao's reverse scale.

Fang Che hung his head.

"What's it like? Take it out and let's see."

"It's not fully formed yet." Fang Che looked at the long mass in his Divine Sense that couldn't be distinguished as anything Divine Attribute Metal.

And looked at the little elf sleeping soundly on his Divine Sea of Consciousness, couldn't help being speechless.

Are everyone else's Divine Spirits also this lazy?

Couldn't help but ask: "Lord Xue, is your Divine Attribute Weapon Spirit lazy?"

"Lazy?"

Xue Fuxiao was stunned, said: "How could that thing be lazy?"

At the waist, the Emotion Cutting Saber, hearing someone call it lazy, suddenly a dragon-headed sword intent rose up, its two big eyes glaring at Fang Che.

Immediately, the sword intent was rampant.

Calling me lazy? I'll cut you with one slice!

Fang Che was dumbfounded.

This isn't lazy either.

Why is mine just sleeping all day?

Xue Fuxiao almost laughed out loud, said: "Once the weapon is formed, it'll be fine, you've only had it for a few days."

"Got it."

"But since you're using a spear…"

Xue Fuxiao pondered for a moment, said: "Recently, there is indeed a heritage of a spear nearby, just depends on your luck."

"Heritage of a spear?"

Fang Che immediately got excited: "Where is it?"

Xue Fuxiao pondered for a moment, thought it over, said: "It should be somewhere within a radius of ten thousand miles…you can keep an eye out."

Bam.

Fang Che fell to the ground again.

Didn't even want to speak.

A radius of ten thousand miles…you know how big an area that is?

This is more damn difficult than the last time the Wei Wo Zheng Sect searched for Ancient Jade!

The Ancient Jade was found by chance, with various fates leading half the way, ending up in my hands, that kind of luck, once in a lifetime is enough.

Do you still hope for a second time?

Xue Fuxiao thought about it, thinking of this guy actually forging a spear, feeling upset, does this bastard think I'm less than Duan Xiyang?

So he asked: "How do you feel now? Are you okay?"

Xue Fuxiao actually cares about me!

Fang Che was flattered, said: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Then he supported himself off the ground and laughed: "Nothing at all. Look, all lively and jumpy."

"That's not okay!"

Xue Fuxiao said.

Fang Che: "??? What?"

So Xue Fuxiao began again, bam bam bam…

He crazily beat Fang Che again.

Fang Che was bewildered.

Damn, what the hell?

Just heard Xue Fuxiao say: "Someone told me to beat you half to death. I have to complete the task."

Fang Che hurriedly shouted: "Already half-dead, already half-dead…"

"Still so full of energy!"

Xue Fuxiao responsibly beat Fang Che half to death.

Then he left.

When Fang Che woke up, he found himself lying on the bed, there wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't hurt, wanted to open his eyes and look, but found his eyes were just a slit…

He sniffed a breath through clenched teeth.

Groaned in pain.

Ye Meng pushed the door open, looking somewhat puzzled: "Young master, when did you come back…ah, you… what happened to you? Why are you beaten so badly today?"

"Damn… today I encountered a ghost…"

Fang Che wanted to cry with no tears.

Was this really necessary to make a fuss over nothing like this?

Fang Che knew deep down that this must be because Dongfang Sansan was angry over the Divine Power Essence, so he taught him a lesson.

But beating Fang Che to death, he didn't expect them to send someone like Xue Fuxiao, the top enforcer on the continent, to hit him!

Isn't this too much fuss?

Even more unexpected was…

"This Lord Xue, is so earnest! Saying 'beat half to death' really means half to death, even hitting twice to get it done…"

Fang Che muttered in his heart.

"No wonder people can cultivate to the top of the continent, so damn earnest."

Ye Meng administered two Healing Pills and then carefully treated his injuries, she couldn't help but feel angry: "Who hit you? This is pure torment! Young master, let's cultivate well, then find them!"

Fang Che sighed to the extreme, burying his head in the pillow.

Find them?

Haha…

That's Xue Fuxiao.

The continent's number one enforcer!

How accomplished do we have to be in cultivation to settle this score?

Very daunting.

Ye Meng bandaged his wounds, muttering non-stop, yet not worried, because they were all flesh wounds, no fatal injuries, and definitely no broken bones.

But for the person who hit, she kept cursing.

"Simply intentional torture."

Ye Meng angrily said: "What kind of person is so petty…too much, clearly without malice, yet hitting someone like this."

Fang Che mumbled, then fell asleep.

He woke up an hour later.

The injuries on his body were mostly healed, so he simply took two more Healing Pills from the Guardian Hall.

His eyes turned, such a rare opportunity.

So he quickly changed his clothes.

Quietly climbed to the rooftop, then swoosh…vanished without a trace.

Below, Ye Meng sighed in the room.

Ah, the Starlight Master went to his post again.

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