The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 349: Duan Xiyang! [10,000 Words] (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 349: Duan Xiyang! [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

Chapter 349: Duan Xiyang! [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

This person single-handedly supported the Guardian Continent, just like a god!"

"To be honest, with the wisdom of their military advisor, it's already impressive that our Deputy Sect Masters have managed to hold on until now.

"And this achievement is truly exceptional!"

"Among the so-called wise men of the past tens of thousands of years, who can surpass this Eastern Military Advisor? Our Deputy Sect Master, under the countless schemes of the other party, has suffered relatively minor losses, and is already unparalleled in history."

"It's not that we are weak; on the contrary, in terms of martial might, we have always been stronger than the other side. But the other party's Eastern Triple Three's planning is truly awe-inspiring and soul-stirring!"

"Anyway, you'll understand once you look into it. Whether it's boasting or not, you'll be able to discern for yourselves."

"Besides, why would I bother bragging for the other side?"

So many people on that side began to investigate, and they were shocked by what they found.

The Guardian's Chief Military Advisor, Dongfang Sansan.

The glorious achievements and infinite legends suddenly filled their ears like a raging tide. How to turn the tide when it's about to collapse, how to support a tottering building, how to change the world with one's strength, how to possess divine calculations, how to exhaust oneself and dedicate everything...

After this explanation, the morale of the Only Righteous Sect did not improve much; instead, Dongfang Sansan's name suddenly became as famous as the sun at noon.

A legendary military advisor, unparalleled in the world!

Overnight, Dongfang Sansan gained tens of billions of fans in the Only Righteous Sect.

The extent and speed of her rise to fame were unprecedented, with no one before or after her.

By the time the upper echelons of the Only Righteous Sect discovered this, it was already impossible to stop.

The various bookstores selling such books had all sold out.

How could they stop it?

Yan Nan openly issued a statement, saying, "In terms of military strategy, I am no match for Dongfang; therefore, I am cautious and meticulous, fearing to repeat past mistakes. All my actions are for the sake of minimizing losses and preserving the lives of the God Sect's members. The enemy is intelligent, but I am strong. Who is stronger or weaker cannot be determined; who wins or loses still depends on your efforts."

"In the young generation's friendship battle, the other party wants to create a ranking list again, using their fame to target our geniuses, so I refuse. Preserving the God Sect's geniuses is to preserve the God Sect's future. What's the point of an empty reputation? What benefit is there in obtaining it, and what harm in discarding it?"

The entire continent fell silent.

No one had expected that Yan Nan, with his current identity, status, and prestige, would speak such an honest piece.

The Only Righteous Sect unanimously praised their Deputy Sect Master, who indeed had a broad mind like the sea. Furthermore, according to the latest news, even Dongfang Sansan, upon hearing this, sighed and said, "Yan Nan, with such a magnanimous demeanor, is indeed worthy of being my lifelong rival."

Upon hearing this, the morale of the Only Righteous Sect soared like a rainbow. Even the Eastern Military Advisor praised Yan Nan, saying, "Yan Nan, you're amazing!"

Upon hearing this, the Guardian's headquarters was furious.

"How shameless! The Ninth Master never said such words! What kind of magnanimity does Yan Nan have to be worthy of being the Ninth Master's lifelong rival?"

"The Only Righteous Sect is lying and spreading rumors for the sake of their reputation!"

"They're even using the Ninth Master's reputation to spread rumors!"

"This is unacceptable. We must debunk this lie."

"We can't let them use the Ninth Master's reputation."

"..."

Even Rui Qianshan couldn't hold back and rushed into Dongfang Sansan's room, saying, "Ninth Brother, Yan Nan is so shameless that I feel like throwing a pile of shit in his mouth."

Dongfang Sansan was eating, and his face instantly darkened. He spat out a mouthful of food and angrily pointed at the door, saying, "Get the hell out of here!"

It was rare for him to curse.

As Rui Qianshan left, a rice ball was thrown out and hit him on the buttocks.

Dongfang Sansan was furious.

Looking at the two plates of steaming hot dishes in front of him, he completely lost his appetite.

...

The Guardian Pavilion of the White Cloud Continent welcomed a distinguished guest.

It was none other than Dong Changfeng, the Golden Serpent Spear, and the entire Guardian Pavilion was filled with excitement.

However, Dong Changfeng had come to express his gratitude. After living in seclusion on the White Cloud Continent for so many years, he had witnessed the achievements of the Guardian Pavilion, which were indeed extraordinary.

So, after recovering, he specifically came to visit.

Additionally, he had a request: on the day that Bai Mingxin came, Dong Changfeng launched a fierce attack, but that battle resulted in the deaths of thousands of ordinary people.

Dong Changfeng felt extremely uneasy about this.

Therefore, he had come today with ten billion silver worth of supplies, hoping that the Guardian Pavilion would handle the compensation for the families of the deceased.

Song Yidao readily agreed and warmly invited Dong Changfeng to dine there. Dong Changfeng declined, and so the Pavilion Master accompanied Dong Changfeng on a tour of the Guardian Pavilion. After that, Dong Changfeng took his leave.

In the Second Hall of Affairs, Fang Che, the General Overseer, felt as if he heard the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears.

"At midnight tonight, I will make my move. I have made all the arrangements for the affairs of the hall. I will leave immediately after that."

Fang Che remained calm and continued to make arrangements, as if he hadn't heard Zhao Ying'er calling out to him. He waved his hand and disappeared.

Zhao Ying'er felt a sense of loss.

She always felt that after returning this time, Fang Che had changed a lot.

He had become so different that she hardly recognized him.

The faint warmth she had felt seemed to have dissipated with the cold wind.

She stood at the door, her heart filled with complex emotions.

Jing Xiuyun and the others looked at Zhao Ying'er's lonely and slender figure and sighed softly.

The falling flowers have intentions, but the flowing water is indifferent.

Since the sacrifice of the Left Overseer and others, Fang Che's personality had become even more reclusive and cold.

The change was truly significant.

...

Fang Che was busy reorganizing the escort agency.

In seven days, he would participate in the selection battle.

The Yin Shengong required him to represent the Guardian Pavilion and achieve excellent results.

Fang Che felt that the Yin Shengong's mind had returned to normal again.

Before departing for the selection, the escort agency's work must be meticulously arranged.

The duration of this absence is uncertain, and it could be half a month or even a month. If I return and find that these guys have already left for the Only Righteous Sect headquarters, leaving behind an empty city, it'll be a complete disaster.

"I'm about to undertake a very important mission, which will require me to be away for a while, perhaps half a month or even a month."

Starlight Commander's expression turned solemn.

Zheng Yunqi and the others listened attentively.

"Your assessment is complete, and you may receive orders to return at any time. Here, I have two requests: First, during this final phase, you must not cause any trouble. Second, don't leave me with an empty city."

He spoke calmly, "If I don't return before you receive orders to go back, I won't be able to stop you. I won't be able to hold anyone back, and I won't say anything. The only consequence is that the friendship we've built during this time will be reset from here on out."

Zhou Meier spoke softly, "I, Zhou Meier, swear by the Heavenly Scorpion God, if the Commander doesn't return, I won't leave either! Whoever wants to leave will have to step over my dead body!"

Zheng Yunqi and Zhao Wu Shang both smiled slightly, "Commander, rest assured. Whoever wants to leave first, it'll only be after all the brothers are dead."

The hundred or so people still at the escort agency laughed together.

Someone said, "Actually... I really don't want to leave."

This sentence resonated with everyone's hearts.

Here, it's too comfortable, and every day is fulfilling and joyful.

Even being scolded and beaten is enjoyable, and their moods are bright.

Such days will never be the same once they return.

The Starlight Commander smiled, a bit sentimental, and said, "Actually, this period of time with you... hehe, it's unforgettable."

"You know that we, including myself, haven't killed that many people. So, the malevolent Qi of the Five Spirit Toad hasn't affected us too much."

"When you return, I'll begin my journey in the Jianghu... As time passes, the number of people we kill will increase, and under the influence of the Five Spirit Toad, our personalities will gradually change."

"Perhaps one day in the future, when we meet again, even though we remember today, there will be no affection left in our hearts."

"By then, I won't blame you, and you shouldn't blame me either."

"Having this time together is already very good. Let's talk about the future later."

"I'll depart tonight and embark on my journey. Let's discuss everything else when I return."

The Starlight Commander clenched his fist and said solemnly, "Don't let this memory be tarnished. I entrust you all with the agency during my absence!"

"Commander, rest assured! Even if it means sacrificing ourselves, the agency will remain unharmed!"

Zhao Wu Shang and the others knelt on one knee in unison, making a solemn promise.

Their voices were loud, and their expressions were sincere.

The Starlight Commander smiled faintly and took a few big steps out.

Zhou Meier chased after him and asked hesitantly, "Commander, is this mission... dangerous?"

The Starlight Commander frowned, "Missions are never easy, but regarding the danger, I can't answer you right now."

Zhou Meier hesitated for a moment and said, "You... must take care. I... I'll wait for you to come back."

The Starlight Commander paused, then said, "Last time, Starless mentioned something to me. He reminded me about your wedding, which has already been arranged. For someone to make Starless say that..."

He smiled faintly, "Take care of yourself and strive to return safely. After you complete this mission, live your life well. In the future, regarding Jianghu affairs... if you can avoid them, it's best to stay out of them."

He waved his hand and immediately turned around.

With a whoosh, he was gone, not even giving Zhou Meier a chance to speak.

Zhou Meier stood at the door, stunned.

Her face was pale.

Her hands clenched tightly together, filled with anxiety.

The wind blew, causing her skirt to flutter.

Zheng Yunqi quietly walked out and stood by her side. After a while, seeing that Zhou Meier hadn't even noticed him, he sighed and said, "Meier!"

After calling her name twice, Zhou Meier finally snapped out of her daze and quickly wiped her eyes, "Brother Zheng."

"It's hopeless."

Zheng Yunqi sighed, his voice heavy with meaning, "You'll drive the Commander to his death."

Zhou Meier's tears fell, but she managed a smile and said softly, "I understand."

She turned away, her shoulders drooping, and headed towards her room.

Zheng Yunqi sighed softly behind her.

He murmured, "A man's seven sins in life, the first is a woman's heart. A woman's seven broken souls, the greatest is a mistake in love."

...

Fang Che had not returned to the Guardian Pavilion. Recently, he had been entangled in a romantic entanglement, causing him to hide and seek: at the escort agency, there was Zhou Meier, bold and passionate.

At the Guardian Pavilion, there was Zhao Ying'er, full of affection.

At home, there was Ye Meng...

Yes, Ye Meng was the most comfortable.

Especially after this girl consumed the Yin-Yang Fruit and took the Marrow Washing Pill and Essence Cultivating Pill, her cultivation not only broke through, but her progress in cultivation was rapid...

It was just that the more delicate and gentle... it made Fang Che linger and forget to return.

He even wanted to stick together from dawn to dusk.

The only drawback was that Ye Meng's endurance was too weak, and often before Fang Che was satisfied, she would already be unable to keep her eyes open.

Moreover, after consuming the Yin-Yang Fruit, even... that thing, could be practiced very quickly. And it was a two-way effort, working together.

This added even more fun.

The Guardian Pavilion, knowing that Fang Che was about to participate in the selection, naturally gave him a vacation to refine his martial arts.

So, after leaving the escort agency, Fang Che returned home to practice with Ye Meng.

This practice was so diligent that it continued straight through the evening.

The night was just beginning.

Ye Meng, supporting herself with her weak body, managed to prepare a meal.

The two sat at the dining table and ate.

Ye Meng's hands trembled, almost unable to hold her chopsticks.

"Should I feed you?" Fang Che asked with concern.

"No, no, no!"

Ye Meng was startled.

Feed?

This feeding would definitely lead to trouble... She quickly ate her meal with all her might.

She even used her Spiritual Energy to control her wrists.

Making herself agile and quick, she appeared normal.

She was truly scared.

"I seem to have broken through to the Martial Commander Eighth Rank."

Ye Meng spoke softly.

Fang Che's spirit lifted: "This method is so effective!"

Ye Meng was startled and said, "The progress is too fast, it's a bit unstable. It's better to slow down."

Fang Che was unconcerned: "With me here, I'll feed you and spar with you later."

After the meal, the two sparred in the courtyard for an hour.

Ye Meng was depressed for an hour.

This guy had absolutely no intention of being gentle, and started with a fierce beating.

He struck from head to toe, three or four dozen times.

Finally, he complained: "Hurry up and heal, the swelling looks bad."

Ye Meng stomped angrily towards her room, only to hear from behind: "Watch out for sneak attacks..."

She was kicked on her buttocks. The Sand Flattening Wild Goose Style sent her flying onto the bed.

"Ahhhh..."

Ye Meng furiously pounded the pillow, her chubby baby face turning red with anger like a hamster.

You beat me before, and now that I'm your concubine, you still beat me.

You beat me up right after getting off my bed.

And it's all in the name of sparring...

Fang Che entered with a box of precious medicinal ointment and said, "Come, let me apply it for you. Dissolve the blood clots and heal faster. Your practical experience is truly lacking."

Ye Meng pouted, thinking to herself, those deadly moves, I knew they wouldn't harm you, but I still didn't use them unconsciously.

You, on the other hand, targeted my buttocks, shoulders, thighs, abdomen, and chest, striking them hundreds of times.

She hummed sullenly and lay on the bed, not speaking.

But soon, Ye Meng understood why Fang Che specifically targeted those areas.

"Take off your clothes, or how can I apply the medicine?"

Fang Che, with a virtuous appearance, said, "Hurry up, or it might leave scars."

Without waiting for a response, he tore off her clothes and began forcefully treating her injuries.

As he treated her... it turned into a different kind of treatment...

...

After a long while, Fang Che dressed and went to the backyard to practice his gun techniques.

Cough, Netherworld Gateway. The proper kind.

Ye Meng had already fallen asleep.

Fang Che checked the time; it was already the beginning of the Zi hour.

One more hour, and it would be the Chou hour.

Fang Che held the Divine Metal, which had already taken shape to over ninety-five percent of the Netherworld Gun, standing in the courtyard in the night breeze.

Then he silently put away the Netherworld Gun.

He picked up the long gun from the courtyard.

The gun barrel lightly tapped the ground, and his entire body floated lightly, soaring like a cloud onto the treetops, then like riding on clouds and mist, he rode the wind and left.

To be honest, he didn't want to go.

But... Dong Changfeng was a senior expert and a Guardian predecessor. He specifically asked to meet, and used this method to keep it secret.

Fang Che had no choice but to go.

He could even guess what Dong Changfeng wanted him to do.

In an instant, he arrived at the north of the city. The city wall was right before him.

With a leap, he could leave the city.

But Fang Che's heart suddenly stirred, and an extreme terror rose from the depths of his soul.

He couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

The long gun leaned against the city wall, and he felt his heart becoming more and more chaotic and fearful, with a sense of impending death.

"What's going on?"

He stood at a high point, scanning the surroundings.

But he didn't discover anything.

The starry sky, the bright moon, the gentle breeze, and the drifting clouds.

What was there to discover? Yet, Fang Che's sense of crisis didn't lessen in the slightest.

Just as he was wondering, he heard a voice say leisurely: "Why did you stop?"

This voice, right behind his head, even made him feel the speaker's breath stirring his hair.

Fang Che's soul trembled.

With a swish, he turned around: "Who?"

Then he saw a man in white.

Among his black hair were a few strands of white. He wore a hemp robe, and his body was slender. His eyes, like ghost fire, flickered. His face was so thin that his cheekbones protruded, and his jaw was hollow.

He stood straight.

It was as if a zombie had emerged from ancient times, but the kind that remains straight, whether standing or lying down, from ancient times to the present.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and he wore a pair of ordinary black cloth shoes.

His ghostly eyes stared at Fang Che.

He just stood there, Fang Che not lowering his head, almost as tall as the man in white before him.

But the man's eyes still held that distant, lofty gaze.

It was as if... a deity from the heavens was coldly looking down upon mortals.

At this moment, Fang Che's heart, which was completely out of his control, stopped beating, and his blood froze.

He couldn't breathe.

He instantly recognized the person before him.

Although he had only seen this person once in his past life and present life.

However, this person was the kind that, no matter how many times you met them, even if you drank the Meng Po soup countless times, you couldn't forget them!

White-haired, gun in the sea of blood, alone in the bitter wind and rain; Shattering ten thousand dreams of the mortal world, the gun tip holds a fragrance. — The Shattering Gun, Duan Xiyang.

Duan Xiyang was right before Fang Che!

(End of Chapter)

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