Monarch Night

Fang Che’s impassioned and intense speech came to an end.

His chest heaved violently as he panted.

His eyes were bloodshot!

Across from him, Sun Wutian was silent.

He looked at Fang Che with a gaze that was very shocked, very astounded, even a lightbulb moment realization!

After a long time.

He unexpectedly offered a cup of tea.

"Have a sip of water, calm down."

The Old Demon said kindly.

Fang Che grabbed the teacup, took one big gulp, and finished it. His emotions were too intense; one cup was not enough.

After taking a few breaths, he finally calmed down a bit: "Disciple... lost composure!"

Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with eyes shining with strange light and waved his hand: "What loss of composure, there’s no such thing. Very good, extremely good! Perfect beyond old man’s expectations!"

"Huh?"

Fang Che displayed a confused expression.

"Your hatred is more solid than old man’s hatred."

Sun Wutian was full of emotion, even a bit wistful: "You even hate the heavens, the earth, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the divine capital... Damn, there’s not a powerful existence you don’t hate..."

"Hating the Wei Wo Zheng Sect and the Guardian was enough, but you went beyond that..."

Sun Wutian sighed for a while, then looked a bit desolate: "If only the old man had known to hate like this earlier... alas, spent a lifetime cursing the damn heavens, and didn’t even hate them..."

"If I’d known earlier, my sword foundation wouldn’t have been ruined... damn it... young people’s minds work well."

Sun Wutian sighed sadly.

"Grandmaster, my... my sword foundation...?"

Fang Che asked anxiously.

"Perfect!"

Sun Lao Mo sighed, but gave a thumbs up: "Extremely perfect."

"...Really!?" Fang Che was overjoyed.

"Really! Damn it!"

Sun Wutian suddenly got angry and cursed: "You damn well are born to cultivate the Hen Tian Blade as a hatred embryo!"

"..."

Fang Che felt a bit depressed.

This damn perfect sword foundation, could even be scolded.

But he understood.

"After all, any normal healthy person should be able to understand a disabled person." Fang Che thought.

Sun Wutian felt both surprised and excited, but also somewhat listless.

Besides envy, he almost couldn’t find a word to describe his feelings.

Really.

He now felt his life was a tragedy.

If he had known Fang Che’s mindset earlier and had cultivated his own mental realm, he could have scrapped all Hen Tian Blade’s sword foundation cultivation and restarted!

But now?

If everything was scrapped now... that would be like destroying himself completely. Going out would mean seeking death!

Even if he wouldn’t die, climbing from the bottom to the top again in more than ten thousand years? Not enough!

Because if the sword foundation is destroyed, it’s destroyed. Rebuilding on top of a ruin requires clearing out the ruin thoroughly. But a ten-thousand-year ruin in the mind?

How can that be cleared cleanly?

This is something impossible to achieve, ruining oneself isn’t possible either!

Who can understand such speechlessness?

Moreover now, Fang Che has already followed himself into his Absolute Domain. There’s little time to wallow in spring and autumn sadness here.

Suppressing a vomit-inducing impulse, Sun Wutian stood up weakly: "I’ll demonstrate the Hen Tian Blade for you."

He felt he even lacked the strength to hold a blade!

Initially anticipating teaching enthusiastically, only to be brutally oppressed! Couldn’t help but want to ask: "In this world, is there still any damn justice?!"

Forcing a burst of spirit.

Demonstrated the Hen Tian Blade Technique once; Fang Che attentively memorized.

The Old Demon certainly had some tricks up his sleeve, the Hen Tian Blade really was stronger in his hands than when Fang Che wielded it.

Sun Wutian felt quite stuffy, because even after wielding the Hen Tian Blade once, it felt off to him.

Not even as strong as the "Hentian no eye" before their conversation.

This was simply unspeakable!

I, of unknown how many generations, was oppressed by my descendant!

After practicing once, he cursed a thousand times in his heart. Then took out an Inheritance Jade Pendant and said: "Inside here is the most complete legacy of the Hen Tian Blade from the Divine Sect!"

"Take it and cultivate yourself."

As he spoke, suddenly a bit of anger rose.

Couldn’t help but want to do something.

Grabbed Fang Che and slammed him to the ground, said viciously: "Let the old man help you!"

Using the crudest manner, smacked the Inheritance Jade Pendant onto Fang Che’s forehead with a snap.

Divine Soul Power immediately activated.

With a roar.

The complete Hen Tian Blade legacy stormed into Fang Che’s mind.

The amount of information was simply too vast!

"Ah!!"

Fang Che screamed miserably.

"Endure!"

Sun Wutian viciously kicked him, cursed: "What are you howling for when being bestowed good fortune!"

Seeing the guy in such pitiful anguish, Sun Wutian also felt a perverse satisfaction rising, inexplicably felt a bit pleased.

Thus intensified the input of soul power.

The Hen Tian Blade Technique, like a mighty river, surged crazily into Fang Che’s sea of consciousness.

Fang Che displayed a twisted expression, only felt his sea of consciousness boiling over.

This pain was simply inhumane.

"Ah..." Fang Che shrieked hideously, desperately pleaded: "Grandmaster... I’m about to explode... aooooo..."

"Don’t move! Damn, don’t move!"

Sun Wutian accelerated the input while fiercely kicking Fang Che: "I’ll inflict some pain elsewhere on you to divert your attention from the pain..."

"Aooooo..."

Fang Che screamed with non-human voice.

Luckily, he retained a sliver of clarity in his head, otherwise, he might have cursed out Sun Wutian’s ancestors by now!

What the hell, this calls diversion of pain!

This is called the increase of pain, this is pouring snow on top of frost! Damn you, damn your ancestors...

Fang Che’s endurance was truly one of a kind under heaven.