The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 258: Blood Fog Palm - Novel Cool

Chapter 258: Blood Fog Palm

Chapter 258: Blood Fog Palm

Divine Old Man was perplexed.

So he questioned further.

Ye Meng stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment as she explained the truth. She covered her burning cheeks and ran off.

Only then did the Divine Old Man realize that he had been deceived by this little brat for so long!

All those words about 'already taking a concubine and consummating the marriage' turned out to be nonsense.

He couldn't help but puff up his beard, grabbed Fang Che's ear, and spun him around twice, unleashing his fury.

Fang Che kept apologizing and pleading for mercy.

Finally, the Divine Old Man let him go.

Humming a tune, he said, "If you dare deceive me again..."

"I won't, I won't..." Fang Che whispered.

"Hmm."

The Divine Old Man turned to Fang Che, lowering his voice, and said with a squint, "You little girl is quite something. You've got looks, figure, and temperament. Not to mention your martial arts skills and innate talent are not bad. Seeing this, it's time to settle down and start a family. Hurry up!"

Fang Che stared at him, "Huh?"

"What do you mean 'huh'? You're not young anymore, and neither is the girl," the Divine Old Man said.

"Hurry up and get married, have a child, and secure the lineage. What if you encounter such an attack again and can't escape?"

Fang Che was taken aback, "But that would be unfair to the girl's family, wouldn't it?"

"At a time like this, you're still considering that?" the Divine Old Man said, sounding eager. He waved his hand and called out, "Girl, come here, I have something to ask you..."

Ye Meng, busy outside, responded, "Huh?"

Fang Che quickly shouted, "Don't come over! It's not about you!"

Then, he turned and pleaded, "Divine Teacher... my respected teacher, please don't get involved in this matter. Think about it, at your age, you're still single. And now you're worrying about me..."

The Divine Old Man, furious, said, "Who... who's single? It's just that when I was younger, I had too many admirers, and I was spoiled for choice..."

"Heh."

Looking at the Divine Old Man's face, as dry as an old tree bark, Fang Che estimated that even with a straight back, he wouldn't reach seven feet in height, a typical crippled old man.

Fang Che chuckled, then took a mirror and examined himself.

Straightening his back, standing tall and handsome, everything was left unspoken.

"Handsomeness is useless!"

The Divine Old Man, fuming with anger, cursed and disappeared back to the Martial Arts Institute with a whoosh, "I'm going to eat a bellyful of anger!"

"Hahahaha..."

...

Fang Che burst into laughter, returned to his room, and took out the communication jade.

Yo, Yin Jiaozhu was still typing.

"Master Yin, why don't you take a rest? There's no rush," Fang Che suggested.

Even Fang Che felt exhausted from such all-night typing.

Yin Jiaozhu, fuming with anger, sent over three words: "Mind your own business!"

Then, he started sending messages in batches...

Obviously, he was in a state of frenzy.

This was the rhythm to make Fang Che, the reader, finish the book in one go.

Fang Che sighed helplessly, summoning the White Horned Dragon, "Little Dragon, are you following?"

"Yes, I'm on it."

"Where?"

"In the north, I can find it easily."

"Good."

Fang Che felt relieved.

His mind raced with urgent planning.

How should he handle this matter?

How could he eliminate these four people who had suddenly appeared on the White Cloud Continent?

Having four such people hidden on the continent was too dangerous.

If they could suddenly ambush him this time, they could do the same to others next time. Moreover, whether they had a commander above them was a significant concern.

This was a hidden danger—Fang Che's current principle was to: first deal with these impulsive and vengeful people, then handle the rest who were in stealth.

These people from headquarters were entirely different from those in the One Heart Sect's branches or the Night Demon Sect's branches.

Once these branch members successfully infiltrated, they would settle in for the long haul, often lasting decades, and some branches even established their own commercial brands, becoming century-old establishments.

This couldn't help but be considered a bizarre situation.

However, these people were more patient than merchants, and since they weren't involved in partnerships, they were surprisingly more persistent...

Those people, though dangerous, wouldn't make big moves easily, focusing on self-preservation, gathering intelligence, coordinating with their sect members, planning routes, and providing support.

But the people from headquarters were different.

These people were lawless and unruly.

Most of them were impulsive and reckless!

Moreover, the headquarters' members this time were all young, not only hot-tempered, treating lives as grass, but also arrogant and conceited, fearless like young bulls who hadn't tasted society's whip.

So, nothing was off-limits for them.

And they often acted on impulse.

This was the most dangerous part.

For instance, if this had been a branch's operation, given their cautious nature, even if it were a mandatory kill mission, they would need to confirm repeatedly, plan meticulously, map out routes, and so on...

Only with absolute certainty would they strike suddenly, aiming for a decisive kill.

Even after attacking, they wouldn't dare to openly surround their target.

But these four Martial Commanders, once they ambushed, started a blatant siege.

This was incomprehensible from a branch's perspective: this was the territory of the Guardian Pavilion!

Did they think this was some wild mountain range in the martial world?

Another immortal-like being emerged, and if he didn't leave soon, he might end up as a stuffed dumpling.

Fang Che contemplated his plan of action.

He knew he couldn't do it alone; he needed an expert to join him.

But if he brought Fan Tianyao and the others, how would he explain his source of intelligence?

And what would the other members of the Only Righteous Sect think if he really killed these four Military Commander-level individuals? It was unlikely that with so many casualties, there wouldn't be someone in charge.

How would that person respond?

Fang Che wasn't impulsive; he had to consider these matters carefully.

Especially after the incident with the Essence of Divine Power, Fang Che felt that his mind, compared to these old foxes who had been scheming for years, still lacked a certain edge.

He must be more cautious, even more cautious.

To be blunt, if it weren't for Fang Che's Incubation to Divinity Program completely captivating the Seal God Palace, causing them to have no suspicions about him and even treating him like a precious treasure...

Just relying on the Seal God Palace's wits, Fang Che would never have made it past this hurdle!

Fang Che thought for a long time, but he wasn't confident.

So he decided to... report to the Seal God Palace.

Today, he was injured and didn't need to be on duty.

Fang Che simply sat there, cracking sunflower seeds and watching the Seal God Palace type, sending over the technique section by section.

Just before noon, finally.

The Seal God Palace sent over three words: "Practice yourself!"

"Yes, Master."

Fang Che quickly replied, then began asking how he should deal with these four individuals...

The message was sent.

But the Seal God Palace didn't reply again.

Fang Che worried that he might have exhausted them to death...

On the side of the One Heart Sect.

The Seal God Palace looked at the nearly exhausted Five Spirit Toad, and he also felt his head throbbing.

He tossed the communication jade aside and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

"Sleep! Fck..."

...

Fang Che started reading the technique sent by the Seal God Palace from the beginning.

Blood Fog Palm.

Just reading the introduction, Fang Che understood why no one practiced it.

The first requirement was high talent, and apart from that, those without innate malevolent aura couldn't cultivate it. Then, even after cultivation, for a considerable period, its power wouldn't manifest. Only upon reaching the third layer would a slight malevolent aura appear.

Upon reaching the fifth layer, with each strike, blood fog would envelop the palm. But this only affected those of the same level or below, capturing their souls!

At the seventh layer, the highest level, each strike would be shrouded in blood fog. When fighting opponents of higher levels, it was like a daily routine, and capturing souls was as easy as turning one's palm.

In full-force battles, especially in group fights, it was like a tiger among wolves, crushing everything in its path.

The more people killed, the heavier the malevolent aura, and the greater the power.

Upon reaching the pinnacle of cultivation, in a battlefield with many people, one would become a present-world demon god, surrounded by blood fog, like rolling smoke.

Wherever this person went, the blood fog would follow.

It was the perfect fit for a great demon.

And what would make everyone retreat was... until the sixth layer, or rather, the highest level, when the power would truly manifest!

It could even be said to surpass any other palm technique.

It was stronger than those demonic techniques cultivated through various evil means.

Previously, its power was even inferior to other techniques, so after cultivating for so many years, if it still couldn't be put to use, what was the point? That's why the other demon heads of the Only Righteous Sect respected but stayed away from this technique—they couldn't afford to waste so much time!

Did one have to cultivate for centuries before coming out to play?

Fang Che read through it once.

But he immediately decided.

To cultivate it! Because it matched the malevolent aura within him so perfectly! What did it matter if the power manifested later? He could just cultivate slowly.

There were plenty of offensive techniques; why use the initial stage of Blood Fog Palm?

Once mastered, wherever he went, he would be seen as a great demon in the eyes of all demon sect members! His body would be enveloped in blood fog, and his aura would soar to the heavens.

Imagine...

In a city, where it was originally impossible to find an internal traitor, but if he stood tall and called out, "Members of the Only Righteous Sect, gather here!"

In an instant, they would all assemble, with hardly anyone missing.

So, he would cultivate it! Fang Che began to study it carefully.

By the afternoon, he had memorized the Blood Fog Palm, reading it several times to ensure he wouldn't forget.

Then, he started practicing, carefully searching for the feeling along the cultivation route.

After all, it was a demon sect technique, so Fang Che didn't take it lightly.

we could use the Unlimited Sutra to protect himself. He circulated his energy along the route of the Blood Fog Palm, and after one cycle, there were no abnormalities.

So he went around once more.

It felt exceptionally smooth.

But Fang Che still used the power of the Unlimited Sutra to sense the changes.

"So that's how it is."

Fang Che instantly understood.

Rarely did energy cultivation techniques cause external auras to move, but the Blood Fog Palm was clearly one of them.

Fang Che's heart stirred.

If he cultivated it to a high level, could he manipulate the malevolent aura of the world for his own use?

(End of Chapter)

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