Monarch Night

But Sun Wutian, this bastard, was deliberately torturing people.

His soul power, along with the inheritance of the Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique, rushed in, equivalent to instantly splitting Fang Che’s divine soul into three pieces!

And it was forcibly torn apart!

Yet, this old demon was extremely precise: he made Fang Che endure the greatest pain, but did not damage his divine soul!

In fact, there would even be benefits after recovery.

But the pain at this moment was like climbing a mountain of blades and descending a pot of boiling oil, a thousand times more cruel.

Fang Che couldn’t help but shed tears.

Moved to tears for having such a master as this.

"Aow... ah... ah!"

Fang Che passed out in anguish and rage.

Sun Wutian was startled and quickly withdrew his hand. He just wanted to make the kid uncomfortable, didn’t notice he’d used too much force.

After checking, there was nothing serious.

He kicked him onto the bed two meters away.

Then sat at the door, frowning.

No one noticed as Sun Wutian sighed one sigh after another, full of lament.

"Damn it..."

Sun Wutian cursed.

Not even knowing who he was cursing at.

Sun Wutian squatted on the doorstep, cursing the heavens for a long time.

The entire manor’s people seemed not to hear, maintaining their attitude as when Sun Wutian arrived, ignoring him wholly.

A full hour later, Fang Che held his nearly splitting head and woke up: "Oh heavens..."

Finally waking up.

Still feeling like a war was raging in his mind.

On one side was the true inheritance of the Hentian Heavenly Saber, with a person tirelessly swinging a blade, practicing back and forth in his mind.

Yet on the other side, a shadow was also constantly practicing.

That was Sun Wutian!

Sun Wutian was also tirelessly practicing the Hentian Blade that he had comprehended!

Fang Che understood why he felt so awful.

Damn it, I’m receiving two inheritances at once! And one was shoved directly by Sun Wutian without the baptism of the soul inheritance jade pendant!

It was like a river, and suddenly a torrent of floodwaters rushed in.

While on the verge of collapse, another wave of similar floodwaters rushed in from the other side.

How can it not be painful?

Not being turned into an idiot directly, it was already thanks to Fang Che’s strong riverbank construction...

"How is it? How’s the inheritance going?" Sun Wutian’s kind voice.

Upon hearing this voice, Fang Che’s body trembled: "I’ve fully accepted it."

"Then you’ll have to practice well from now on."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "To prevent you from going astray, I sent all my realizations into you too."

If you hadn’t shoved them in, I wouldn’t have felt this bad...

Fang Che still felt the world spinning, his mind filled with countless little blades slicing back and forth.

Enduring the pain forcibly: "Disciple thanks the grandmaster."

Sun Wutian chuckled oddly: "Are you about to curse me out in your heart?"

More than that?

Even your ancestors from eight generations back have been ground to dust by me...

Fang Che snarked internally, outwardly respectfully saying: "The grandmaster did it for the disciple’s good; how could a disciple have any resentment."

"Hehe... I’ll believe you for now."

Sun Wutian inexplicably felt a bit pleased.

Then he said, "You have a space ring, right?"

"Yes!"

Hearing these words, Fang Che knew the benefits were coming, and his eyes instantly lit up: "Grandmaster, my space ring is still empty..."

Sun Wutian: "...Damn!"

Glancing sideways, he said, "You actually want me to fill up your space ring? You’re really unreserved."

Fang Che said with embarrassment: "Disciple is... truly broke over these years."

After saying a few words, the sharp pain in his head slowly eased, and Fang Che’s expression gradually relaxed.

In this regard, there was no need to act. Fang Che was eager to show his maximum potential, wanting the old demon head to value him even more.

"Hehe..."

Sun Wutian felt a mix of annoyance and amusement, swearing: "You have a space ring, yet you’re crying poverty? Where did you get your space ring?"

Fang Che showed a guilty expression: "Ahem, Grandmaster, this disciple got this ring through... not very Mingguang means."

Sun Wutian widened his eyes: "Speak!"

"I stole it from someone within our sect..." Fang Che lowered his head.

"Just stole it?"

"Also killed the person..."

Fang Che spoke without confidence.

Sun Wutian stared at him for a long time, suddenly slapped him on the shoulder: "Good kid! Truly a person for great things!"

Fang Che looked up in astonishment.

Sun Wutian said: "It’s just a ring stolen from someone within our sect, right? What’s the big deal!? For your own benefit, what’s killing a few of our own? Besides, can they really be considered our own? You Yemo are now damned and notorious, who doesn’t want to kill you?"

Sun Wutian angrily said: "Just killing someone and grabbing a ring, rightfully yours since you didn’t have one. Why feel guilty about it!? Why put on such a worried face like you’ve committed a crime?"

Fang Che felt uneasy and said: "After all, I killed someone from our sect."

"Nonsense!"

Sun Wutian dismissively said: "Wei Wo Zheng Sect has countless internal killings each year, what’s the big deal killing a few more?"

"The grandmaster is right in teaching."

Sun Wutian flicked his wrist, a huge pile of supplies clattered down, almost burying Fang Che inside.

Fang Che exclaimed in delight: "Grandmaster! Long live!"

Sun Wutian couldn’t help but snort, forcefully suppressing his satisfaction, and said: "Look at how much of this you can use."

"I can use it all!"

Fang Che said without hesitation.

His objective was clear: I want it all!

Sun Wutian was utterly speechless.

He was shocked by his many-generations-down disciple’s greed.

He also felt both sympathy and a bit of heartache.