Monarch Night

"This kind of thing, it’s not something ordinary men can handle, you understand?"

Fang Che nodded groggily: "I understand a bit."

"Anyway, just avoid this kind of stuff in the future. Everything that can bring happiness will be an obstruction to the Supreme Martial Dao! The more happiness, the bigger the obstruction! The biggest joy is the biggest obstruction!"

Sun Wutian said: "You must remember this. You, Fang Che, have little self-control when it comes to women."

Fang Che had a line of black on his head.

Here we go again!

Why am I the one without self-control...

Seeing that he still didn’t quite understand, or maybe wasn’t convinced, Sun Wutian said: "Let me give you an example, like Bi Changhong and Duan Xiyang."

"Huh?" Fang Che looked up: Gossip! Big gossip!

"Bi Changhong... look at his ridiculous name... it’s really hard not to think wrong..."

Sun Wutian had a face full of helpless complaints, he said: "That old thing was obsessed with women, kept finding concubines... each one was stunningly beautiful, and Wu Xiao was the same way... all playing with women."

"Play too much, and the foundation greatly deteriorates... You thought Bi Changhong’s cultivation was inferior to Duan Xiyang’s? Wrong! These old guys have been cultivating relentlessly for years, how weak could they be? But what if the cultivation is similar? Duan Xiyang has a solid foundation! His combat power trounces Bi Changhong like it’s nothing. Can cultivation and combat power be equal?"

"Why? Because... Duan Xiyang, damn it, is a lifelong virgin!"

Sun Wutian was evidently indignant: "This guy roamed the Jianghu with a spear all his life, but damn, his real spear has never been used."

Fang Che held back.

He didn’t laugh out loud.

Old Duan has such a dark history. Tsk, eternal virgin.

It’s just too amusing.

"Don’t think Duan Xiyang is so talented; back then, when I was at the peak of the Hen Tian Blade technique, Duan Xiyang was not my match."

Saying this, Sun Wutian sighed: "But after I went back to find a woman and left some legacy for the Sun Family... after many years when I returned, I couldn’t beat him..."

"This damn all because of women!"

Sun Wutian said angrily.

"..."

Fang Che finally understood.

No wonder this old Demon has such a big resentment against women, now it all makes sense.

He believes that finding women caused him to lose against Duan Xiyang... delayed by women...

"So, if you pursue the Martial Dao, having one woman by your side is enough."

Sun Wutian said seriously: "This point, you must firmly remember!"

"I have remembered!"

Fang Che thought, I actually wanted to look for Yan Beihan, but Yan Beihan just regards Yemo as a subordinate. She really didn’t take a liking to me, yet here you’re already worrying...

Grandmaster, you worry too much, no wonder you didn’t surpass Duan Xiyang.

"I will definitely exercise restraint regarding women in the future!"

Fang Che pledged solemnly.

"Heh..."

Sun Wutian smiled and said: "With your talent, focusing on the Hen Tian Blade technique, surpassing Duan Xiyang in a thousand years is a sure thing; so, the grandmaster is looking out for you."

Fang Che keenly sensed a difference.

This time, Sun Wutian’s expectations for his Hen Tian Blade technique were noticeably different.

The last time, it felt somewhat indifferent; but now, it’s urgent.

Moreover, he said this whole bunch of things about not finding women, and the ultimate goal was for this!

What’s changed with this old demon?

Fang Che was quite puzzled.

When Ningxue Sword cursed Sun Wutian from the sky, Fang Che was present, but with his shallow cultivation at the time, he wasn’t aware there were other reasons.

He only believed Ningxue Sword was clarifying the facts, and indeed, given the situation then, clarifying the facts was quite necessary.

Only then did Sun Wutian use the Nether Monarch Blade, which Fang Che had ordered to behave properly, and slowly performed a move.

Precisely the first form of the Hen Tian Blade technique: Hentian no eye!

The blade edge moved slowly.

Fang Che watched clearly, feeling a sense of ’eagle soaring high, fish swimming in the water’ natural mystique.

Just with the strike, it immediately displayed the difference from his own.

That was a realm he couldn’t reach.

The strong sense of control, composure, and freedom.

Like a fish in water, like the wind passing through the clouds, everything filled with nature.

Casually tossing the blade to Fang Che, Sun Wutian asked: "Did you feel something?"

"Control, composure, freedom, nature, elusive."

Fang Che answered without hesitation, his eyes glowing.

Sun Wutian said: "Anything else?"

Fang Che: "... The rhyme of the Great Dao?"

"Nonsense!"

Sun Wutian glared at him, but he also showed a slight smile and said: "Being able to see and feel these is already quite good. Your current strength is, after all, too low!"

"Yes."

Sun Wutian wandered forward, said: "Follow me."

Fang Che followed behind him, proceeding forward.

Sun Wutian walked ahead with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely; his expression was serene, even somewhat carefree.

It was naturally carefree, like an old farmer, returning home unhurriedly after finishing farm work.

At this moment, Sun Wutian had none of the ’Old Demon of Wei Wo Zheng Sect’ demeanor.

He was even a little calm, at peace with the world.

Fang Che noticed that the road beneath him had turned into a rural track, flanked by wildflowers and grasses commonly seen in rural areas.

Ahead was a grove of ordinary poplar trees.

Glancing down to one side, he noticed that Sun Wutian’s feet had somehow transformed into straw sandals.

Still covered with mud.

Fang Che frowned, feeling a sense of realization.

Walking out of the field path, onto a dirt road, a few hundred yards later, he passed through the woods and turned a corner to see a bustling, large manor ahead.