The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 350: White Bone Gun's Descent [10,000 Words] (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 350: White Bone Gun's Descent [10,000 Words] (Part 1)

Chapter 350: White Bone Gun's Descent [10,000 Words] (Part 1)

Duan Xiyang stood before Fang Che, his tall and slender figure blocking out all the light in the world, leaving Fang Che to see only endless darkness.

It seemed as if Duan Xiyang alone could block out all the light in the world.

Fang Che's scalp went numb, and his body stiffened. Even his thoughts seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure of divine consciousness enveloped Fang Che.

Though Duan Xiyang had yet to make a move, he had already cast Bone Soul Suppression on Fang Che.

...

Duan Xiyang's most famous battle was when he had honed his Bone Dream Shattering Gun to a certain level, but no matter what, he couldn't break through the bottleneck. So, he went all-in, appearing alone in the Jianghu, determined to break through the bottleneck.

Duan Xiyang's sudden appearance and declaration to the Jianghu naturally attracted the encirclement and siege of countless Jianghu experts.

Not to mention the Guardians, but there were also seven otherworldly sects that joined the battle.

Together with countless Jianghu experts, they launched their attack.

In that battle, Duan Xiyang held his Bone Dream Shattering Gun and manipulated a lone leaf boat, drifting on the Yunlan River from top to bottom, slowly floating downstream.

This was the only chance to kill Duan Xiyang.

From here to the downstream, it was his journey to Nirvana. On the other side, several Deputy Sect Masters of the Only Righteous Sect were waiting to support him.

During this drift, there was no aid, no reinforcements.

If Duan Xiyang died during this drift, he would have no regrets, and the Only Righteous Sect would never seek revenge—this was Duan Xiyang's insistence.

Because this was his trial.

From the beginning, he had put himself in a deadly situation, declaring to the world: "I will drift downstream from here, and no matter how many of you come, I will face you alone!"

Such an opportunity was rare!

Hundreds of thousands of Jianghu experts from all directions besieged Duan Xiyang.

From the start of the drift, Duan Xiyang stood on the lone boat, fighting the world with just his gun.

On that day, the wind was cold, and a light rain kept falling, but in the sky, half of the pale sun was still visible, not completely obscured by the clouds.

One man, one gun, the lone boat drifted downstream.

And the endless Jianghu experts began their assault simultaneously.

Wherever Duan Xiyang passed, white bones piled up, and blood sprayed like a waterfall. The Yunlan River was filled with floating corpses.

The blood dyed the entire Yunlan River red.

Thus, he earned the title 'Blood Sea Lone Boat White Bone Gun.'

After that battle, when Duan Xiyang had drifted downstream, his White Bone Gun Art had reached its peak. Just as the setting sun was about to be swallowed by the dark clouds, the cold wind and bitter rain... 'Cold Wind, Bitter Rain, and the Setting Sun.'

In that battle, Duan Xiyang, with his own strength, killed over 89,000 Jianghu experts, shattering ten thousand dreams of the mortal world.

They all turned into the souls of the dead, burning like incense at the tip of his gun.

Before and after that battle, Duan Xiyang ravaged the entire continent with his White Bone Gun Art until the Love Severing Blade appeared and defeated him.

Only then did the matter come to a close.

It was said that when Dong Fang San San ranked the Cloud Sword Spectrum, she wrote these four lines, which were not only Duan Xiyang's entrance poem but also a commemoration of the earth-shattering battle on the Yunlan River.

Since then, no one knew how many years had passed. The Bone Dream Shattering Gun still shook the world.

And its fame only grew louder.

Tonight, the bane of the number one demon in the world, who was almost considered a historical figure, appeared in White Cloud Continent, right before Fang Che.

And he appeared with Bone Soul Suppression.

Fang Che didn't even have time to react before his soul was suppressed.

What's more, the most crucial part was that Fang Che had just revealed his true face and stepped out with his gun.

...

Duan Xiyang's ghostly eyes fixed on Fang Che's face and gaze, and he said indifferently, "You know me."

It was a confident assertion.

"Yes. I've been fortunate to hear others describe you, and in the White Cloud Martial Academy, there's a vague portrait of you."

Fang Che replied respectfully.

Duan Xiyang crossed his arms behind his back and looked at the bright moon in the sky, saying indifferently, "Why did you stop just now?"

"Because I sensed danger," Fang Che replied.

Facing Duan Xiyang, any unnecessary lies were useless.

"Danger?"

Duan Xiyang said indifferently, "Your perception is not bad."

He looked at the long gun in Fang Che's hand, slightly raising his chin, "You practice the gun?"

Fang Che's heart cried out in despair. The old demon had clearly seen his movements and steps along the way.

Because he naturally had gun intent and gun bone from holding the gun, and Dong Changfeng had invited him out, and Dong Changfeng knew him well.

So, Fang Che didn't try to hide it.

Who would have thought he'd encounter the greatest bad luck in the world? Fang Che was bewildered: How did Duan Xiyang, the number one demon, notice me, a small King Rank? This is too... too much face!

"Yes," Fang Che admitted.

"Your gun bone is naturally formed, not bad," Duan Xiyang said, his ghostly eyes fixed on Fang Che's body, his gaze focusing on the gold star on his collar. A smile appeared on his gaunt face, and he said indifferently, "The Guardians are indeed full of talents."

As he spoke, a bone-chilling killing intent suddenly flashed.

Fang Che shivered, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave, sensing that something was amiss, and life and death hung in the balance.

He quickly lowered his voice and said, "Duan Shouzuo, may I borrow a moment of your domain to speak?"

"Huh?!"

Hearing these words, Duan Xiyang was also surprised. He gave Fang Che a strange look, filled with confusion.

Duan Shouzuo!

Only the people of the Only Righteous Sect could address him by this title.

His ghostly eyes flickered for a moment.

He had been in White Cloud Continent for some time, keeping a low profile and specifically searching for Dong Changfeng's traces. He didn't believe that Dong Changfeng had obtained the inheritance, so he had to ask Dong Changfeng for a clear answer.

However, after Dong Changfeng hosted a feast, he went into seclusion and couldn't be found.

Duan Xiyang couldn't locate him, so he stayed on the White Cloud Continent as well.

He even went to the Starlight Commander's branch, but no one noticed him.

Of course, he only made a brief visit and didn't discover anything, not even meeting the Starlight Commander.

Just recently, Dong Changfeng emerged from seclusion, but he immediately left. Duan Xiyang was unaware of this until Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu returned to the White Cloud Continent, and only then did he finally sense Dong Changfeng's aura.

Then, he waited for an opportunity.

Finally, on this night, Dong Changfeng's gun intent suddenly appeared, rushing towards the Demon God Mountain.

Duan Xiyang knew the moment had arrived, and since the Demon God Mountain was secluded and suitable for action, he immediately set off.

To his surprise, he discovered a young man with a gun bone, hurrying with a gun in hand.

Moreover, his gun intent was exceptionally strong.

Duan Xiyang, being a gun practitioner himself, was particularly sensitive to gun intent. Sensing the authenticity of the gun intent, he followed the young man.

After asking a few questions and seeing the golden star at the Guardian Pavilion, he was ready to casually kill him.

For Duan Xiyang, killing a guardian pavilion overseer was easier than squashing an ant.

But to his surprise, the young man suddenly addressed him as "Duan Shouzuo!"

Duan Xiyang was astonished.

"Are you trying to trick me?"

He waved his hand, and a gray domain unfolded, enveloping everything in a hazy gray world with only death and fog, resembling the netherworld.

Before him stood a man in white, none other than Duan Xiyang.

"This subordinate, Ye Mo, pays his respects to Duan Shouzuo."

Fang Che knelt on one knee, paying his respects.

He truly had no choice.

However, he clearly understood that if his identity was exposed, there would be only one outcome: death.

In Duan Xiyang's hands, killing a King Rank was no more difficult than squashing an ant, and even if he died, Duan Xiyang's heart wouldn't stir with the slightest emotion.

It was utterly unjust.

This was his only chance at life, and even if Xue Fuxiao arrived now, he couldn't save him from Duan Xiyang's grasp!

"You're Ye Mo?" Duan Xiyang's eyes widened in shock.

"Yes, this subordinate."

Duan Xiyang was truly stunned: "The Guardian Pavilion's overseer, Ye Mo?" Although Duan Xiyang didn't pay much attention to the younger generation and had little interest in them, he had heard of the name Ye Mo.

It was even somewhat 'thunderous.'

After all, because of this guy, the Only Righteous Sect had been making headlines, and all of them were major events.

The Incubation to Immortality Battle, where he slaughtered tens of thousands of his peers, caused a stir among the aristocratic families. The recent event of ten thousand people kneeling in request could all be traced back to this young man's Incubation to Immortality.

Moreover, he had been teaching Yan Beihan, and he had heard the name Ye Mo mentioned several times from her.

Looking at the handsome and tall overseer of the Guardian Pavilion before him, Duan Xiyang felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

It had been thousands of years since he'd felt such emotions; his heart was as calm as an ancient, unruffled lake. Duan Xiyang never imagined that the one causing his heart to stir would be such an insignificant ant.

Duan Xiyang stared at Fang Che in disbelief, "You claim to be Ye Mo, but do you have any proof?"

"This subordinate only has the communication jade with the One Xin Jiao's main temple's Yin Shengong as evidence, nothing else."

Fang Che was truly helpless.

He immediately took out the communication jade and contacted the Five Spirit Toad, displaying the conversation records.

Duan Xiyang took a glance and immediately confirmed its authenticity.

It was the real deal... there was no way to fake it.

The feeling of speechlessness in his heart intensified.

"Stand up."

"Thank you, Duan Shouzuo."

"Are you going to the north of the city to practice with a gun?"

Duan Xiyang secretly clenched his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure.

"Yes. Over there is the Demon God Mountain. My master said that Duan Shouzuo once secluded himself there for ten years and achieved the Bone Gun. So, this subordinate..."

Fang Che's face turned slightly red.

Duan Xiyang hummed, "Nonsense! My gun technique didn't come from there."

Fang Che remained silent, not daring to respond.

"Since you practice with a gun, show me your gun technique."

Duan Xiyang instructed.

"Yes."

Fang Che held his long gun, focusing and standing firmly.

He naturally wouldn't use the perfect gun technique.

His mind quickly recalled the gun techniques he had learned at the Cloudy Continent Martial Academy.

Holding the gun upright, he took a deep breath.

Although the gun hadn't moved, a sharp gun intent suddenly burst forth from his body.

The gun tip flashed, and he thrust out the first strike.

The first move of any gun technique was 'Middle Flat Strike.'

Then, 'Intercept, Grab, Smash, and Shock.'

Each move was fierce and powerful, emitting a hissing sound as it tore through the air, indicating considerable practice.

In the final strike, he leaped into the air, his body stretched out, and with a loud shout, a blossoming flower appeared before Duan Xiyang, formed by thousands of gun tips, creating a colorful bouquet.

The gun intent penetrated straight through the gun tip.

The long gun curved, and with a boom, it strangely stabbed backward from under his armpit.

The figure flashed, and Fang Che stood with his gun, his face calm and his breath steady.

A peculiar look appeared in Duan Xiyang's eyes.

Although Fang Che didn't use the perfect gun technique, he had been studying it the most during this time, and it was impossible to completely discard it.

Integrating this seemingly perfect gun technique into his own set enhanced its power, increasing its might by several times compared to the original technique.

Duan Xiyang said indifferently, "You didn't use your full strength?"

Fang Che's face turned slightly red, "It's not that I didn't want to use my full strength... I intended to give it my all from the start, but... in front of Duan Shouzuo, I don't know why, but I couldn't bring myself to do it..."

This was the power of a renowned reputation.

Duan Xiyang understood very well, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Your cultivation is not bad."

In his heart, he secretly thought, it's not just not bad, it's beyond expectations.

Although, according to this kid's gun technique, it's so bad that it's unwatchable.

However, in terms of gun intent and gun bone comprehension, it's already extraordinary and transcendent. Among the younger generation of the Only Righteous Sect, at least in terms of gun intent and gun bone, no one can compare to this guy.

Moreover, this Night Demon has his own unique understanding and principles regarding the gun. This is the most important point! The Yan Beihan I'm teaching now is an unparalleled genius in the sword, almost unmatched.

But when it comes to the gun... that's truly a mess.

Duan Xiyang said lightly, "Your connection... is only with the leader of the Yi Xin Jiao, what's his name again?"

The leader of Yi Xin Jiao, Yin Shengong, had just been mentioned by Fang Che.

But Duan Xiyang didn't care at all.

He dismissed it like a fart.

"Yin Shengong."

"Oh, only him?"

"There's also Yan Beihan and Heaven Yin. And there are many other disciples from various sects who have emerged from the Five Spirit Toad's God-Making Plan."

"Hmm..."

Duan Xiyang's eyelids drooped slightly.

That's right, but it's too coincidental.

I came looking for Dong Changfeng, but somehow I encountered the Night Demon.

"Your gun bone is good, your gun intent is passable, your sharpness is acceptable, and your comprehension is excellent. But your gun technique is terrible!"

Duan Xiyang evaluated.

Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.

He looked at Duan Xiyang with eager eyes.

This is a great opportunity! If he asks me to be his disciple, I'll immediately kneel and accept his teachings! No one in the Divine Capital can stop me!

This opportunity is much better than Yin Shengong.

Seeing Fang Che's expectant gaze, Duan Xiyang said lightly, "Do you want to become my disciple?"

Fang Che's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously!

Duan Xiyang deliberately paused before saying to Fang Che, who was full of anticipation, "Why are you thinking so beautifully? Have you gone mad?"

Fang Che: "..."

Duan Xiyang glanced at him and looked down at him from above, saying lightly, "My gun technique is learned from the heavens, the mountains, the sun, the sea, the stars, and even the dead. How dare you want to become my disciple and learn everything at once?"

"Don't even think about it."

Duan Xiyang said with a hint of melancholy, "I will never take on a disciple in my life."

Fang Che fell silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and respectfully knocked his head a few times, "Thank you, Duan Shouzuo, for your guidance!"

These few knocks, whether it was Fang Che or the Night Demon, were willing.

It was worth it, even for a demon.

Duan Xiyang watched him knock his head without stopping him.

His eyes flickered with ghostly fire, and a strange light appeared.

Fang Che respectfully said, "I will remember this for as long as I live."

Although Duan Xiyang didn't take on a disciple and spoke coldly, these words deeply touched Fang Che, and their value was beyond imagination.

Duan Xiyang looked up with a desolate expression, gazing at the gray mist in the domain, and said, "You can't learn the gun technique from others."

Fang Che said, "Learning from others will never allow you to surpass them."

Duan Xiyang narrowed his eyes, sensing the hidden meaning in his words, and said, "Why do you learn the gun?"

As he spoke, his spiritual power suddenly locked onto Fang Che with Bone Soul Suppress.

"Because of you!"

Fang Che didn't hesitate.

"Why?" Duan Xiyang's eyes flickered with ghostly fire.

"To defeat you!"

Fang Che still didn't hesitate.

Under Duan Xiyang's Bone Soul Suppress, he couldn't restrain himself.

The Ice Clear Platform was completely ineffective at this moment.

Only the Unbounded Scripture was holding on to the last bit of clarity.

"Defeat me?"

Duan Xiyang laughed coldly, "If you defeat me and I die under your gun, what then?"

The Bone Soul Suppress spiritual power became even stronger.

Fang Che didn't hesitate, and his eyes shot out a strong killing intent, "That's your fate! And you will be happy about it!"

Duan Xiyang suddenly released the Bone Soul Suppress, and he looked up at the sky and burst into laughter.

At that moment, the gray mist in the domain churned like a raging sea.

"Good!"

Duan Xiyang could clearly feel that this guy had a secret in his heart.

But he no longer wanted to probe further.

Because he had understood everything.

He understood the gun intent, the extreme gun sense, and the comprehension. Tonight, in the north of the city, Dong Changfeng was there.

Over there was the Demon Mountain.

There was a cave.

There was a legacy.

Dong Changfeng, over there, had been celebrating for many days to cover up this matter.

Cover up for whom?

Duan Xiyang burst into laughter.

But this is the Night Demon of the Only Righteous Sect!

His surface identity is the General Overseer of the Guardian Pavilion.

Suddenly, Duan Xiyang understood everything.

So he laughed, not at anything else, but at the inevitability of fate.

Fate is indeed on the side of the Only Righteous Sect.

After laughing for a while, he said, "That's my fate, hahaha... You, a mere ant, dare to challenge me?"

"I dare not."

Fang Che said, "But if there comes a day when I face Duan Shouzuo and can gather all my strength to strike, I will definitely do so."

Duan Xiyang's laughter abruptly stopped, but he used Bone Soul Suppress again, and three flashes of ghostly fire burst from his eyes, "Who do you think is stronger, me or the One-Hole Gun Demon?"

As he asked this question, his voice trembled.

Fang Che fell silent.

As soon as he asked this question, he knew that Duan Xiyang was indeed a giant in the demonic path, having guessed everything.

(End of Chapter)

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