Monarch Night

Dongfang Sansan ignored the urgent message from the Communication Jade, letting some soul vibrate intensely on the other side.

After dealing with two matters at hand, he finally leisurely picked up the Communication Jade.

Opened it calmly.

Only to see the messages had formed a dense string of text.

Dozens of them!

"What’s going on? Heavenly King Flute?!"

"Why did the Heavenly King Flute suddenly attack Archer? Is he asking for death?!"

"How badly is my son injured? Is it serious?"

"I just sent a message to the little brat, no response. Is he still unconscious?"

"This damn coma is so severe... The injury is this critical!"

"What the hell is Yan Nan doing! How did he let the Heavenly King Flute assassinate Archer? Damn it, isn’t he supposed to treat my son as a treasure?!"

"What went wrong in the middle?"

"..."

"Can you even say something?"

"Dongfang Sansan! Are you dead? Are you dead?! If not, say something, damn it!"

"Grandpa, why don’t you reply, huh!"

"Damn it!"

"..."

A large string of indecent words followed below.

From this string of words, it was evident that the other side was getting extremely anxious.

Dongfang Sansan patiently read through it once, then smiled and replied: "Don’t worry, I’ve already sent someone to handle this."

The message immediately came back from the other side: "How can I not worry! How can I be at ease! The Heavenly King Flute is purely seeking death! Damn it, does he have the courage of a bear or a leopard? Who dares he to make a move on?!"

"It’s already fine."

"Isn’t he still unconscious?"

"Don’t worry about it, you just got married. Don’t worry about these little things. Happiness is the priority."

"Damn you, damn it!"

On the other side, Mr. Fang the Sixth was directly furious.

Dongfang Sansan said: "As the saying goes, one cannot walk along the Naihe Bridge before finishing their three meals in the Mortal World. Your son is blessed and has a long life, his face shows longevity features. No need to worry about these minor setbacks in life."

"!!!"

Mr. Fang the Sixth was fuming with anger.

He was so enraged that he was bewildered.

Grabbing his sword, he wanted to rush out to do something drastic, to cut down Dongfang Sansan first!

But he hadn’t recovered yet, even if he encountered the Heavenly King Flute, he wouldn’t have the power to take revenge?

Immediately, he felt even more aggrieved and distressed.

"If back then I hadn’t done that thing defying destiny, the Heavenly King Flute would have been nothing but a single sword matter for me! Damn it, now I’m useless, and you’re just provoking me like this, aren’t you! Boss, you’re damn well being a dog!"

Seeing Mr. Fang the Sixth even bring up past events, Dongfang Sansan knew this guy was completely outraged and couldn’t be teased any longer.

He then said: "Really, no need to worry, I’ve already sent Xue Fuxiao personally to the Southeast. Not reassured yet?"

Mr. Fang the Sixth insisted: "And the Heavenly King Flute?"

"First grade Death Order on the Continent."

"That’s more like it."

Mr. Fang the Sixth asked again: "Is the child severely injured?"

"Our Guardian’s Elixir Pills, don’t you understand? With me here, what are you worried about?"

Ended the communication.

Fang Yunzheng was pacing back and forth in the study in Bibo City, feeling damn suffocated all along!

The more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt!

Moreover, he couldn’t mention this matter to Fang Qianyi. Once mentioned, she might worry herself sick.

When did I ever fall to such a point? The Heavenly King Flute? What the hell is that!

Even such a character dared to bully me!

Years ago, I traveled the world, where my long sword reached, none of the world’s heroes dared look directly? Damn it!

Not to mention the Heavenly King Flute, even Duan Xiyang...

Okay, I couldn’t take down Duan Xiyang.

But... the Heavenly King Flute was nothing!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

He took out the Communication Jade.

Found a name, clicked it open, hesitated for a moment, and finally sent it out: "Are you dead?"

The reply came immediately: "Damn it! Sixth Brother?! Is that you, Sixth Brother?!"

"What the hell are you shouting about!"

Fang Yunzheng said: "What are you doing now? Why haven’t I heard any news from you all these years? I was even thinking about finding out where to pay respects to your grave, and turns out you’re still alive?"

"I’m alive, Sixth Brother, and you’re alive too? Wonderful!"

Looking at this conversation, Fang Yunzheng increasingly felt this damn well didn’t taste right.

What kind of conversation is this!

It sounds like two ghosts having a conversation, but it doesn’t; but if they’re not ghosts, with this kind of chatting...

The other side continued to send messages non-stop, obviously very excited.

"Are all those brothers still around?" Fang Yunzheng switched the topic.

"Sixth Brother, back then I and the brothers were besieged by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect; the brothers were almost all dead, if not for your saving, it would’ve been the end for us, damn it, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect dispatched seven of the nine Vice Grand Masters, and over twenty Great Demons attacked us... That time, the brothers were directly scattered."

"Until now, I just found out Old Er was seriously injured and hasn’t recovered, always in seclusion for healing. Only about six hundred years ago did we make contact and constantly send supplies over, slowly recovering."

"Old Seven secretly joined the Guardian; now serving as Vice Hall Master in one of the Guardian’s great halls, living a leisurely and carefree life, with lots of wives, not showing off, not revealing strength, just enjoying life."

"Old Third now has become the Emperor Ye of Tiandu City, but I reckon he was also pacified by Dongfang Sansan. Although he didn’t say it explicitly, of course, I didn’t ask either..."

"Old Fourth, Old Fifth, Old Sixth, and the other brothers are all cleanly dead..."

"I’m now running an Escort Agency in Donghu State, business is good... The famous Dadao Escort Agency in Jianghu is mine; anyway, life is quite enjoyable now. My name, Lu Dadao, has gained recognition over the years, living a life more comfortable than before, cough; I have three wives and twenty-seven concubines, a bunch of sons and daughters, some of whom have even joined the Guardian by themselves... But I don’t care, concerning the children’s matters, letting them roam on their own adventures..."