Monarch Night

Yan Nan coughed and said, "Over here, it’s settled, but next, you need to be wary of Dongfang Sansan, Xue Fuxiao, Ningxue Sword, Yu Tianqi, Qinglong Saber, and others..."

Heavenly King Flute’s body stiffened.

With a popping sound, his eyes bulged: "Ah??!"

His heart sank once again with a thud!

Staring in shock at Yan Nan, Heavenly King Flute pleaded, "Vice Sect Master, are you joking?"

Yan Nan nodded affirmatively and said, "What I say is true. There might be others, like Feng Yunqi, Feng Congrong, Mo Qingtian, Jing Yunlong, Qiu Yeye, and so on..."

Heavenly King Flute let out a wail, feeling utterly desolate, and despite his severe injuries, he straightened his body: "Master! What’s Fang Tu’s identity?! I merely swung a sword and managed to offend the entire Jianghu?!"

"It’s not entirely Fang Tu’s fault... Those other few people, you nearly eliminated together, include the direct descendant geniuses of the Jing Family, Mo Family, and Yu Family, and these geniuses are key figures cultivated by the Guardian. Naturally, they are also priority successors of those families. Their team includes the Wind, Rain, and Snow Three Great Families..."

With a popping sound.

Heavenly King Flute lay flat on the bed.

His eyes were empty.

There was only one feeling in his heart.

Damn, I really stirred up a hornet’s nest this time!

And it’s a super hornet’s nest!

"Henceforth, when walking in Jianghu..."

Yan Nan patted Heavenly King Flute’s shoulder: "... Keep safe."

Yan Nan left for a long time.

Heavenly King Flute continued to stare blankly. He felt he couldn’t catch his breath for quite some time.

...

Guardian Headquarters.

Upon hearing the news of the assassination attempt on Fang Che and Yu Zhongge, Dongfang Sansan was stunned.

This was truly unexpected.

Dongfang Sansan never dreamed something like this would happen!

"With the protection of Duan Xiyang and Sun Wutian, how could there still be an assassination? What are these two fools doing?"

Dongfang Sansan was furious and asked, "Who did this?"

But the truth behind the incident was genuinely unknown at the moment.

"Investigate!"

"Also, I want detailed intelligence!"

This time, Dongfang Sansan was genuinely enraged.

Situations outside of one’s control are incredibly frustrating.

Yet detailed intelligence, regarding who attempted the assassination and the entire battle process, could only be known once Fang Che regained consciousness.

So being anxious wouldn’t help.

Dongfang Sansan frowned, contemplating seventeen or eighteen possibilities; was it done by Wei Wo Zheng Sect?

Or perhaps by Feng Yun?

Or was it the Wei Wo Zheng Shi Family?

Or was it internal retaliation triggered by Fang Che’s recent bloody actions on the Guardian’s side?

Could it also have been done by the mysterious Shen You Sect?

Dongfang Sansan listed each possibility, preparing countermeasures, then summoned Xue Fuxiao to stand by.

Because regarding Fang Che’s situation, others were unaware.

Though using Xue Fuxiao might be overqualified, he took great pleasure in it, and felt a sense of honor knowing what others didn’t.

Furthermore... this matter wasn’t insignificant, so perhaps it wasn’t an overqualification?

Dongfang Sansan pondered.

Then intelligence from various places kept arriving.

Southeast region.

"There are experts battling in the mountainous forest, fighting along a twenty-thousand-mile path... No specifics on who they are."

This news caught Dongfang Sansan’s attention.

"It’s likely related to the assassination."

Not seeing who they are is understandable; for experts capable of such feats, Southeast has none who can match them in scouting.

Patience is key.

Xue Fuxiao arrived: "What’s up?"

"Fang Che was attacked."

"Damn!"

Xue Fuxiao dashed through the window, ready to dart towards the southeast.

"Come back!"

Dongfang Sansan shouted him back, looking speechless: "Did I finish speaking before you ran? He’s not dead!"

"Still not acceptable!"

Xue Fuxiao angrily said, "Who did it?"

"Currently, the perpetrator is unknown."

Dongfang Sansan was composed, but his eyes emitted a rare sharp cold light: "Regardless of who it is, they will pay the price this time!"