Monarch Night

"That stretch of road... to this day, I still walk it alone back and forth. No starting point, no end point. A full three hundred and seventy miles, from the moment you saved me, to your death."

"There’s no way of walking out, nor is there any desire to walk out."

"Turns out, even as a demon... there’s still such emotion, Yin Shen Palace, so many years, yet you lived them in vain."

Yet anyhow, for the Sect Leader, this emotional state of mind, is unlikely to walk out in a short time...

That night, Mu Lin Yuan left the Headquarters.

He was alone, a much smaller target, plus didn’t often show his face, changed his guise, altered his build, appearance, and bone structure, and boldly walked out, heading all the way to Baixiang Continent.

...

It wasn’t until night that Fang Che finally stepped out of the bedroom feeling refreshed, wearing a loose nightgown, cooking himself.

A bit hungry.

Today, instead of being served, he has to personally cook to serve Ye Meng, Captain Fang feels like he’s truly a loving husband.

Moreover, when he brought the porridge into the room, he was angrily scolded by Ye Meng.

"Beast!"

Beast is just a beast.

Fang Che didn’t mind at all, instead feeling quite pleased with himself.

Picked up the sword and went to the courtyard to start meditating.

Then again began merging the Blood Evil Qi and the Evil Aura.

Racing against time.

Suddenly a voice rings in his ear: "You’ve just left the closing retreat and already started fooling with women, and played for three whole hours? You waste! Can’t you have any pursuit?!"

Oh hell!

Fang Che almost jumped up, scared out of his wits.

Sun Wutian’s voice!

How did he come!? The key issue is... when did he come? Did he notice the Blood Evil Qi? Did he recognize it?

This timing is unbelievably unfortunate! I was just digesting your Evil Qi, and you appear!!

Hastily jumping up, mumbling: "Grand... Grandmaster?"

Sun Wutian cursed with exasperation: "You can’t recognize my voice? You’re afraid of me coming? What can I eat you with! Look at your jittery state, exhausted from the woman’s belly?"

Fang Che, still terrified, slowly regains his composure, grinning, just about to speak.

"Are you dumb? With whom are you speaking? I’m still far away from you! You want to speak with me now? Where’s your brain?!"

Fang Che quickly shuts up, his face naturally showing a nervous look, looks around, tilts his head to the sky: "..."

"What are you looking at?!"

Sun Wutian hollers: "Steady yourself!"

"..."

Fang Che lowers his head, faces steady, then lifts his head, holds the sword, pretending to be calm while practicing.

"Look at your stiff posture, like a zombie buried for three thousand years!! What are you doing?! "

Sun Wutian’s scolding continues to pour over him.

Relentless like rapid-fire.

Fang Che, aside from getting scolded, is just getting scolded, nearly numb from it all.

Standing isn’t right, nor sitting.

He’s practically dazed.

So Sun Wutian’s cursing rushes forward like the mighty Jiang rivers, ferociously coming.

"Gone dumb? Why such foolishness? So dull-witted, how did your mentor even consider you!"

"Why stretch your neck?! Are you a goose?"

"Steady!"

"So reckless, so unstable, what kind of undercover work can you do!"

"Why tremble? Why are you trembling? Acting like you’ve seen a ghost?!"

"..."

Fang Che swears internally.

Damn it, I just got out, the Blood Evil Qi was merging with your Evil Qi, then you appeared.

I’m not seeing a ghost, what am I seeing?

Take a deep breath, force myself to calm down.

The problem is Sun Wutian is like a nagging old maid next to my ear, babbling on and on...

Can’t focus, feeling frustrated.

Sun Wutian also gets slightly annoyed: "Kid, how... dog meat can’t make it to the banquet... just rest, I’m at the inn outside your Guardian Hall, find a way to meet me tonight."

Fang Che looked at the sky.

Saw a sky full of stars.

Is this... this is damn daytime?

"I’m talking about tomorrow night! With your legs like jelly tonight, what good is it coming out?"

Sun Wutian said impatiently: "Stop fooling with women tonight, rest a day and come quickly!"

Fang Che sweats profusely.

Knowing you’re right next to me, hearing everything, no amount of courage will make me hard.

What’s there left to play with!

Luckily Sun Wutian, the Old Demon, also got more impatient and straightforwardly went silent, lying down himself.

Fang Che feels himself waking from his befuddled state.

Sweat all over his forehead.

This fright has been historically unprecedented.

Wiping off sweat, slightly trembling, entering the room, plopping down.

Only feels the chair beneath him instantly damp with sweat.

Not afraid of anything else, his fear was one thing: that merging Qi just now once belonged to Sun Wutian.

While the Blood Evil Qi, belonged to the Blood Demon.

During the merging of these forces, Sun Wutian’s voice appeared...

Fang Che tensely thinks.

"My fear... although a bit ridiculous, as a descendant hearing the ancestor’s voice unexpectedly, this should be normal. So from Sun Wutian’s tone, he didn’t see through anything."

"On the contrary, such fear makes him frustrated but not blameworthy, providing ample reason and cover for ’young and inexperienced’."

"So today could be barely considered as safe without risk. If the Old Demon had really recognized anything, he would’ve acted already, not caring about Guardian Hall."