Monarch Night

"I need to go back and check if that kid is dead."

When Sun Wutian mentioned this, he started raging again: "Where’s the Heavenly King Flute? You rescued him, where did you put him? Duan Xiyang, you’re really not doing anything decent!"

Duan Xiyang rarely felt embarrassed.

Even slightly uneasy.

He said awkwardly: "I disassembled him completely... Ugh... I... I didn’t know he did this before..."

He awkwardly explained: "If it weren’t for the fight over there, I’d probably still be beating Ning Zai Fei at Headquarters..."

"Hehe..."

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and said: "Is Ning Zai Fei crazy? Doing this? Who gave him the order?"

"It was Yan Wu who gave it..."

Duan Xiyang had just spoken when he saw Sun Wutian’s eyes bulge out suddenly.

Hurriedly continued: "But actually, Ning Zai Fei misunderstood..."

He then explained the situation once again.

Even in a slightly deferential tone.

This was Duan Xiyang’s first time being so embarrassed, his first time hurriedly explaining something to someone, and also his first time being so deferential to Sun Wutian.

Sun Wutian was also stunned after hearing it: "D*mn it... How could this happen? I can’t believe... I’m so..."

Seeing Sun Wutian looking confused in the wind.

Duan Xiyang also joined him in standing bewildered in the wind.

The two peak masters were simultaneously speechless.

Because they both felt equally "ridiculous" inside.

After a long silence.

They both said in unison: "This is... D*mn it!"

Really.

Besides this word, there wasn’t another single word that could describe their mood and feelings!

"I need to go back and check."

Sun Wutian sighed: "Maybe... he’s not dead yet?"

Duan Xiyang stepped closer and said: "Then you..."

Suddenly furrowing his brow, he quickly covered his nose: "What the heck... Why do you smell so bad?"

Sun Wutian snorted and said: "I got trapped in that skunk fart formation... Now my body, even my heart, stinks... I was already trying my best to suppress it earlier."

Duan Xiyang angrily said: "Then why release it now?"

"Because now you look agreeable to me."

Sun Wutian chuckled smugly.

"D*amn!"

Duan Xiyang pinched his nose and fled at once, directly returning to Headquarters.

This time he wasn’t in a rush and didn’t need to waste the Baigu Portal.

But he couldn’t stay one more second beside Sun Wutian.

Too smelly!

"Think of a solution... It’s like a corpse rotten for eight days!"

Duan Xiyang was out of sight.

But Sun Wutian just smiled wryly: "So accurate."

If a person dies without burial, which day does the stench peak? Best answer: The eighth day!

Stench at its peak!

Duan Xiyang was already gone.

Sun Wutian still stood on the mountaintop.

He loosened his collar.

His body flared with spiritual energy, expelling the stench from inside out.

Cursing while expelling.

He discovered this strange odor had infected his internal organs to the point of being intolerably stinky, and his muscles and bones even more so.

Even his spiritual energy carried the stench.

And it’s challenging to eliminate.

Sun Wutian judged that if he exerted himself to remove the odor, the entire process would practically take two months to fully cleanse it!

"D*mn it!"

He set up a spiritual energy shield, heading towards the Baixiang Continent.

After all, he wasn’t at ease.

First, check if Fang Che is dead, but regardless if he is dead or alive, Sun Wutian will immediately leave Baixiang Continent, find a place to rid the stench.

Not because he’s afraid of being besieged by Guardians on Baixiang Continent.

But because once a fight breaks out, he won’t have the residual power to suppress the stench.

That would be utterly humiliating!

Would shame spread across the entire continent!

He rushed back to Baixiang Continent, straight to the area above Guardian Hall.

Instantly relieved.

He’s alive!

Not pausing even for a second, he left with a smirk.

On the way, he sent Yan Nan a message: "Fang Che is not dead! Just severely injured, can’t recover soon."

Then Sun Wutian headed straight to the Southeast Headquarters, preparing to disperse the stench there.

Weiwo Sect Headquarters.

"Phew..."

Yan Nan plopped himself down on a chair.

Exhaled a long, relieved breath.

At this moment, he felt a sense of ’escape from calamity.’

"Thank heaven and earth!"

Vice Sect Master Yan said.

Then he joyfully cursed: "D*mn it!"

Then stood up and walked out.

"Where’s the Heavenly King Flute?"

"Recovering in Room 4..."

Yan Nan, hands behind his back, walked into Heavenly King Flute’s room.

"Vice Sect Master..."

The Heavenly King Flute, brutally beaten by Duan Xiyang, lay lifeless on the bed, tears almost went streaming when he saw Yan Nan come in.

Roaming Jianghu for so many years, it was the first time Heavenly King Flute felt so vulnerable.

"It’s okay now."

Yan Nan sighed and patted Heavenly King Flute’s shoulder: "He’s not dead."

"Not dead?"

Heavenly King Flute’s tears instantly gushed out, his voice choking up: "That’s great... Not dead, sob... Thank heaven and earth... Thank Fang Tu..."

Heavenly King Flute could no longer control his emotions.

Ask this Jianghu, who else could simultaneously offend Yan Nan, Duan Xiyang, and Sun Wutian?

And Heavenly King Flute is part of the Weiwo Sect!

Upon hearing Fang Che was alive, he instantly felt as if the weather cleared and his whole life brightened.

Getting beaten twice is just getting beaten twice, as long as there are no future troubles. In this world, who hasn’t been beaten?

"So Sun Wutian and Duan Xiyang shouldn’t trouble you anymore. Rest assured. If you meet them, they’ll probably just beat you once, but no life-threatening danger."

Yan Nan reassured: "I can make the call on this matter."

"Thank you, Vice Sect Master."

"Hold off on the thanks..."