The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 232: Fang Che's Dream - Novel Cool

Chapter 232: Fang Che's Dream

Chapter 232: Fang Che's Dream

Fang Che had a plan for himself:

I respect the good, and I don't care about those who I dislike. I'll fight you to the end!

In Chen Ru Hai Fan Tian Tiao's eyes, he himself is a demon.

If he becomes a good boy, that would truly ruin his character.

Then be a demon. Just keep going like this.

Who can fire me with my status?

With the background of the Demon Sect, who dares to fire me?

So fearless.

And this conduct will eventually reach the ears of the Seal God Palace, and they will be more at ease...

Win-win!

This win-win refers to winning here and winning over there.

...

Fang Che left with a smile.

He entered the Ice Plain.

Tang Zheng covered his face and started working, but he didn't dare to disobey. In just a little more than a day, he also understood.

This Fang Zhi Shi is truly formidable.

If he were to be buried by this hot-tempered Fang Zhi Shi... Tang Zheng didn't find it strange.

Under such a temperamental person, one could only work obediently.

If he were to slack off like before, it would never work.

Sighing, he worked.

Commanding.

"You over there... Over there... Oh, and you..."

...

Fang Che carried a black package and headed straight for Sun Jia Village.

The package contained Sun Yuan's remains.

The remains were complete, and they needed to be buried.

Along the way, the Silverwhite World, the snow that fell on the days of Sun Yuan's death, still existed, the same cold and desolate, the same vast expanse.

Fang Che used the Uniqueness Orthodox Religion's technique, changing his appearance.

He didn't want to go in his original form.

He buried the Zhi Shi's uniform and found a place to bury it under a tree, changing into new clothes.

On the snow-covered ground, he disappeared like smoke.

...

Sun Cheng Cai, the head of the Sun Family, was sitting by the fireplace.

The weather was too cold.

In the hall, three large stoves still couldn't dispel the biting cold.

"How could it snow so heavily... Oh."

Thinking of the unfinished ancestral tomb, he became even more worried.

The last time, the ancestral tomb suddenly exploded.

While repairing it, they encountered a powerful opponent.

Sun Jia, along with the hired workers, were killed.

Then, they said that those who died violently needed to perform rituals, so they started the rituals, blowing, beating, and even singing for many days.

So they started repairing again, and just before completion, a heavy snowfall came. It stopped!

Moreover, due to this snowfall, some places needed to be redone when they resumed work.

Just repairing the ancestral tomb, they encountered so many strange things, which was truly bizarre.

Now, people were discussing it`.

Even Sun Cheng Cai himself was murmuring in his heart.

"Could it be that my Sun Family ancestors have encountered divine punishment?"

Sighing, he placed his fat hands on the stove to warm them. It was so cold that he couldn't help but curse, "This damn weather!"

As he cursed, suddenly, a figure appeared before him.

"Are you the head of the Sun Family?"

Sun Cheng Cai was so scared that he immediately knelt down, "Grandpa, Grandpa... Spare me, my family has money..."

Fang Che's face darkened.

This was normal, as the Only Righteous Sect members often did this kind of home invasion and robbery.

Such a small village lord couldn't possibly resist a high-level martial artist. If they listened and begged for mercy, offering gold and silver, they could still keep their lives with the other party's attitude of taking it slow.

If they didn't listen, their lives and money would both be gone, which was a normal thing.

"Stand up! I'm not here to rob you."

Fang Che asked, "Do you know Sun Yuan Xiu?"

Upon hearing this name, Sun Cheng Cai was startled, "He's my grandpa, how do you know... My grandpa is a martial artist who has gone on a journey, and his matters are not related to us."

Fang Che's eyes, cold as ice, looked at this person who, without any regard, started to shirk responsibility and distance himself from his master's great-grandson.

In his heart, he sighed.

You're entrusting an entire family to me?

"He's dead."

Fang Che said, "I'm his disciple, sending him back, a leaf returning to its root."

"Oh? My grandpa is dead? My grandpa..."

He burst into tears.

The extremely sorrowful appearance made Fang Che feel an impulse to kick him three hundred times on his fat body.

Immediately, the entire Sun Family bowed in respect.

Fang Che was also not stingy.

He took out fifty thousand taels of silver.

"From now on, I'll come by every once in a while. If there's anything, you can tell me."

"This money was also saved up by my master, and you can keep it. Also, this pile of things was also my master's legacy."

Fang Che said, "Additionally, where is the master's study? I want to find something."

Under the respectful treatment of the Sun Family, Fang Che jumped onto the roof and easily obtained that book of unknown material from the main beam.

"Alright, I'm leaving. In a few days, after my master is buried, I'll come to pay respects to him."

Fang Che glared, "The specifications and treatment, the grave marker, etc... You understand!"

"We understand, Uncle, take care."

Putting down Sun Yuan's remains, he left Sun Jia Village.

When he looked back, he faintly felt Sun Yuan smiling at him.

"In this cycle of reincarnation, you have completed your journey."

After a few days, once you're buried, I'll come see you again."

"I've taken your treasure."

"Rest assured, I won't forget your grudge. When that day comes, I'll use your Flying Heaven Blade Technique to kill them!"

Fang Che returned to the mountain pass and changed into the clothes he had taken from under the tree.

He sighed inwardly.

Sun Yuan's family was indeed...

After seeing all the direct and collateral lineage children, he realized that none of them had any martial arts talent.

This made Fang Che give up all hope.

It was unimaginable.

...

Upon reaching the city gate, he saw Tang Zheng working diligently, and indeed, everything around was in perfect order.

"You scoundrel! You deserve a scolding! After a good scolding, you'll work even better, won't you?"

Fang Che shouted at him.

Tang Zheng was completely baffled.

Why was he being scolded now?

That afternoon, he returned to the Guardian Pavilion to hand over the orders.

Then he realized that the work at the Guardian Pavilion was indeed relaxed. Every day was carefree without any tasks.

These guys were practically eating without working.

Just as he was about to start his shift, suddenly, a commotion erupted from the Executive Hall, with loud noises and voices.

A woman's shrill voice was cursing loudly, while a group of people nearby covered their mouths and laughed. The person involved was a slightly sleazy-looking fat man, apologizing profusely in a low voice.

Fang Che couldn't help but be curious about what was going on.

He went over to inquire and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then he felt that this matter... was so ridiculous.

As expected, boring people were everywhere.

This woman was named Jing Xiuyun, with a cultivation base at the initial stage of the Imperial Rank. The sleazy fat man was from the desk next to hers. He was inherently sleazy, and while Jing Xiuyun was away, he sneaked over to her desk, picked up her brush, and wrote a few words.

He felt that this brush was quite good.

So he found a piece of paper and wrote a sentence, 'Jing Xiuyun's brush is quite good, the bristles are dense, and it holds a lot of ink. The best part is its tightness.'

This sentence was a compliment for the brush, and it could be said that it was passable, but the problem was...

Then, the paper was seen by others, and they burst into laughter.

Then, Jing Xiuyun returned... A woman with thin skin couldn't take this, and she reached out and slapped him, starting a fight.

The fat man knew he was in the wrong and kept begging for mercy...

"What the hell is going on here...?"

Fang Che didn't like this kind of low-level behavior, nor did he enjoy the commotion. Every time something like this happened, he felt like he was floating outside the world.

But he also knew that in the mortal world, there were always too many such people who were repulsive. These people took low-level and vulgar behavior as entertainment and thought it was humorous.

They liked to challenge others' bottom lines and make jokes about it; relying on their seniority, they took advantage of others and when scolded, they would say that the younger generation should be more sensible...

Perhaps evil people could be killed, but these people...

Fang Che shook his head in discomfort and stood up to leave. The fight continued inside.

There were even people who seemed to enjoy stirring up trouble.

Ren Chang, who was behind him, also sighed and stood up, muttering, "Another day has passed..."

Fang Che couldn't help but move his ears.

Ever since he started his shift, every day when it was time to end his shift, he would always hear Ren Chang, who was usually silent and laconic, say these words. Every day, it was always these six words.

Like clockwork.

He didn't know why this usually silent and uninvolved person, who was like a hermit, had so much emotion in these six words, 'Another day has passed,' which were filled with a sense of desolation, relief, and mixed feelings.

Fang Che couldn't help but be curious.

Fan Tianyao was at the door.

His usually wrinkled face now looked a bit comical.

Seeing Fang Che come out, he walked over with a smile and asked, "How does it feel?"

Fang Che sighed and said, "It feels like I'm doing nothing all day."

Fan Tianyao chuckled and said, "Isn't this how the world is? Not every day there are earth-shattering events. Life is made up of these ordinary little things, one by one, building up the tapestry of life."

Fang Che shrugged and said, "Don't you think this is a kind of vitality?"

"I don't think so," Fang Che said expressionlessly.

"What's so good about constant fighting and killing?"

Fan Tianyao said, "Whose life is filled with corpses and blood every day, with life and death hanging by a thread? We cultivate and practice martial arts, but for what? Isn't it so that one day, we can live in peace and happiness?"

Fang Che replied indifferently, "What you say is not wrong. But my thinking is, with my own strength, I can earn peace and happiness. Even if a disaster comes, I can still live. Not just living in peace and happiness, waiting for death with closed eyes."

"My way is called fighting. Your way is called surviving indifferently, eating and waiting to die."

Fang Che said coldly.

Fan Tianyao was taken aback.

He actually thought what Fang Che said made sense.

How did it turn out like this? I came to do ideological work, but instead, my ideology was changed?

"Fang Che, can I know what your dream is?"

Fan Tianyao caught up and asked with a smile.

"Dream?"

Fang Che was stunned for a moment.

These two words made him feel so unfamiliar.

Fan Tianyao was still in a state of 'I'm doing ideological work, changing the evil person's evil ideology' and said, "Yes, when living, one should have a dream. Now that you're at the Guardian Pavilion, what's your dream?"

Fang Che said coldly, "My dream, if I tell you, you won't believe it. So I won't say it."

Fan Tianyao said, "How do you know I won't believe it if you don't tell me?"

"My dream is to kill all the members of the Only Righteous Sect."

Fang Che looked at Fan Tianyao with ridicule, "Do you believe it?"

(End of Chapter)

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