Monarch Night

Outside the city, the corpse carriage arrived at the graveyard.

The carter got down to unload the bodies.

"This isn’t right... why are there ten fewer heads?"

The carter was sweating profusely: "Did they bloody fall off the carriage on the way?"

This is no small matter; if you lose ten heads while transporting corpses, what’s your job? Won’t you scare people to death?

The carter had no choice but to carefully comb through the roadside shrubbery to search, but found nothing on his return journey. Asking others also led to no discoveries.

"Darn it... this is strange! Did the chopped-off heads run away by themselves?"

...

Just as Sun Wutian settled down on Baixiang Continent.

Heavenly King Flute also arrived in the mountain forest outside the city.

He didn’t have the ability like Sun Wutian to expand his Divine Thought and surveil the entire city unnoticed, so he circled around Baixiang Continent.

"There’s no danger."

Heavenly King Flute concluded.

But it felt somewhat odd.

Because, he vaguely sensed something that seemed to be... Sikong Ye’s aura.

"Is it possible that guy has come to Baixiang Continent too? Such coincidence?"

Heavenly King Flute disguised himself in the mountain forest, dressed to look scholarly, kind-faced, like a harmless person, swinging his folding fan, elegantly entering Baixiang Continent.

Then after some inquiries, he headed towards the Guardian Hall.

Because Fang Tu was right there.

Then he chose an inn not far from the Guardian Hall, asked for the top-floor room, and stayed there.

Overlooking from above, he could see the commotion anytime.

Although the distance was a bit far, it didn’t hinder the action.

"Wait."

Heavenly King Flute crossed his legs and lay on the bed.

To him, this matter wasn’t even worth calling a matter.

Just Fang Tu, a tiny Monarch Level, a mere flick of the wrist.

...

Yin Shen Palace had returned to the Yixin Sect Headquarters, but his mood remained very dim and low!

Reporting to Yan Nan about his return to the headquarters, surprisingly earned him a scolding.

"Such oversight, how can you still be a sect master of a division! Where’s your face!"

Yin Shen Palace was scolded into speechlessness.

He also realized.

If he didn’t bring news of Yemo when reporting to the Vice Sect Master, what awaited him was basically a scolding.

It’s been several days since he returned.

Closing his eyes, it’s still An Ruoxing in front of him, scolding: "Yin Shen Palace! You damned Demon!"

"Sigh!"

Yin Shen Palace had become somewhat melancholic.

Also, when drinking he no longer called Mu Lin Yuan and others, often drinking alone.

His mood had clearly sunk to a certain low.

On this day, while drinking, Yan Nan suddenly sent a message.

"I remember you said, Yemo is cultivating Blood Smoke Hand now, right?"

"Yes, Vice Sect Master."

"Hmm, not many are cultivating Blood Smoke Hand in the sect now, and none among the higher-up. I have a complete Blood Smoke Hand Secret Manual here, will send it to you, give it to Yemo."

"Thank you, Vice Sect Master."

"Also, in Wan Ling Zhi Forest, there’s an arrangement from our sect; after the big war back then, evil aura permeates, blood evils run wild, so our sect set a formation there, cultivated some Blood Dragon Ginseng; originally prepared for Sun Wutian, but now Sun Wutian can’t use it, nor can others. I’ll send you the token for the secret land, give it to Yemo, let him take it to assist in Blood Smoke Hand and Hen Tian Blade cultivation. Consider it some benefits from our sect."

As Yan Nan shared this message, his emotions were complex.

Those things were nurtured under certain conditions, Sun Wutian fell there, it was a moment between life and death. Just waiting for Sun Wutian to revive, the Blood Dragon Ginseng would reach maturity, for Sun Wutian to consume, and with the Divine Formless Jade post-revival, to push Hen Tian Blade to its true peak.

This way the sect would have a super expert appearing, possibly even beyond Duan Xiyang, reaching near the Sect Leader’s level!

This setup was laid out by Yan Nan for five thousand years!

He never dreamed, that right after Sun Wutian emerged, his foundation was ruined, leaving him tongue-tied!

But now that Yemo appeared, Yan Nan found new hope: because Yemo’s potential was much stronger than Sun Wutian’s!

Also, inheriting the Hen Tian Blade lineage, even if Yemo didn’t have Divine Formless Jade, under such focused nurturing, surpassing Sun Wutian in two or three thousand years was certain!

"It’s just a lucky coincidence, what else can be done? That stuff is genuinely useless for others, only suitable for Sun Wutian’s Hen Tian Blade."

Yan Nan thought helplessly.

"I thought five thousand years would be enough, but darn it, still have to wait a minimum of two thousand more..." Yan Nan’s heart burned but couldn’t express it.

"Yes, thank you, Vice Sect Master." Yin Shen Palace was overjoyed, Yemo had more benefits coming!

This was even more exhilarating than benefits for myself!

"Go!"

Yin Shen Palace waited three days for the envoy from the headquarters to arrive.

Once things were in hand, Yin Shen Palace didn’t even look at them, directly gave them to Mu Lin Yuan: "You take these things to Yemo, then let him seize the opportunity himself to claim the benefits."

"Yes, sect master. You... must take care of yourself, don’t let past troubles overwhelm you."

Mu Lin Yuan was somewhat concerned, saying: "So many years have passed... it’s time to let go, besides... she was a Guardian."

Yin Shen Palace smiled coldly and waved: "Go."

At night, he sat atop the mountain of the Yixin Sect Headquarters, gazing at the stars in the sky.

In his mind echoed Mu Lin Yuan’s words: She was a Guardian!

"Yes, even if she hadn’t died, it would still be impossible... but what made her die?"

Yin Shen Palace murmured to himself.

"The high mountains don’t obstruct the white clouds crossing, the vast sea can’t measure a single heart; back then the path was one of life and death, hesitating and wandering until now."