Monarch Night

What the hell is this thing!

Damn it, was spying in his mind for information, and it ended up giving me a hard-on!

Feng Yun swiftly retracted the Enchanting Spell, his face was ashen, waves of murderous intent surging uncontrollably.

Because right now... he’s facing Wu Xiang!

And he was already standing up!

Damn it...

Wu Xiang grunted, his face pale, looking bewildered, he said, "Young Master Yun, I really can’t remember anything."

Feng Yun huddled behind the table, his hands covering his forehead and legs crossed, saying, "Think harder... whew..."

The voice was a bit muffled.

Wu Xiang had no choice but to start pondering again, but for some reason, he only felt a sting in his brain and some dizziness.

However, he dared not speak, let alone leave; he could only furrow his brow, reviewing everything since he took office, one by one...

He knew that Feng Yun was close to his limit of patience with him.

In fact, he could even feel the killing aura directed at him just now.

So... he was also facing dire straits in his heart.

So, he had to remember something...

As he pondered, he suddenly remembered something: "Young Master Yun, I just recalled something, but I don’t know if it’s useful."

"What is it?" Feng Yun frowned, asking with little hope.

"Back when the Yemo Sect was still around, the Yemo Sect Leader, Hai Wuliang, once boasted that he found a supreme genius, who was later taken under the wing of the Ningxue Sword..."

Feng Yun furrowed his brow, his attention immediately captured: "Huh? Who was that? Ding Jie Ran?"

Feng Yun even knowing Ding Jie Ran surprised Wu Xiang.

Because he had forgotten the name just now, only vaguely remembering such an incident.

"Ding Jie Ran... shouldn’t be a Resurrection Warrior..."

Feng Yun frowned and said, "If he were, he would already be under the Guardian’s control. This line can be noted, but it’s definitely not it."

"In total, there are five pieces of Divine Formless Jade over the millennia. And without the Divine Formless Jade, they can’t be resurrected!"

"Currently, one Sun Wutian has been resurrected, leaving four!"

Feng Yun frowned again.

Seeing Wu Xiang’s bewildered expression, Feng Yun suddenly grew irritated: "You can leave now! If you remember anything, report to me anytime!"

Wu Xiang pondered as his thoughts began to shift toward the infiltrating families reported by the Five Sects of Southeast in the past.

Hearing Feng Yun’s words, he felt a weight lifted: "Yes!"

He turned and left.

As soon as he walked out, he wiped a cold sweat from his brow.

It’s great there wasn’t any gain from me. If I really remembered something, and Feng Yun investigated in that direction, but it turned out to be a waste of time...

Then I would be done for!

Though I haven’t made any merit, I haven’t made any mistakes either!

Thinking about this, Wu Xiang immediately felt happy.

As soon as he exited, he saw archive staff, about seven or eight people, carrying materials like a small mountain, heading this way.

And Feng Yun’s think tank already came out to receive these materials.

Feng Yun regained his composure, walked out with a stern face, and placed his hand on the materials, saying, "Everyone, find the relevant ones quickly, discard the useless ones, and then locate the whereabouts of this piece of Divine Formless Jade as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Overtime began.

...

Far away from the Weiwo Orthodox Southeast Headquarters, high in the sky, Bei Mingxin, already emaciated to the point of losing recognition, was hurrying towards the Southeast with his six Guardian experts.

Unlike the last time.

This time felt like a ’caged bird suddenly soaring into the blue sky’.

During this time, the headquarters became a huge cage for Bei Mingxin!

Every day he was tidied up in various ways!

The cause was that one time... Bi Changhong suddenly arrived at the Law Enforcement Hall, and for some unknown reason, suddenly slapped him hard enough to spin him three circles, then pointed at him and said, "This Bei Mingxin is not a decent person!"

Then from that day on, everyone in Vice Sect Master Bi’s faction began uniformly dealing with him in various ways!

All sorts of means, all sorts of reasons.

It made Bei Mingxin feel worse than death.

He went to the lavatory once during his duty hours and someone reported ’Bei Mingxin taking paid shits, setting a bad example, harboring ill intentions, suggesting execution by a thousand cuts’...

Every month’s altar master benefits he received were immediately subject to joint checks by the finance department, discipline department, and including his own Law Enforcement Department.

To see if he wrongfully claimed extra for personal gain.

All the merit reports submitted by his subordinates were rejected: pending verification.

Passing by Vice Sect Master Xiang’s door occasionally, someone immediately reported: Bei Mingxin went to Vice Sect Master Xiang again to complain, sowing discord between the two Vice Sect Masters, suggesting execution by a thousand cuts for his untold intentions!

In any case... it always ended with execution by a thousand cuts!

Bei Mingxin begged and pleaded, asking others to plead for him with Vice Sect Master Bi, but to no avail.

Vice Sect Master Bi would sometimes be amiable, smiling and saying: it’s all in the past.

But after a few days, he’d snap, suddenly glaring: what the hell is your level to come before me pleading for that disgusting trash Bei Mingxin?

So damn it...

During this time, Bei Mingxin couldn’t even find a grave post to cry on!

He applied many times to be demoted, even to be a minor official to breathe a bit of free air, but not only was that impossible, but someone immediately reported: "Bei Mingxin wants to quit, showing no concern for the grand cause of the Divine Sect, which is undermining our Divine Sect’s foundation, harboring ill intentions, madly wild, suggesting execution by a thousand cuts!"