The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 1)

Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 1)

Yu Zhong Ge felt the surging power within her body, and with newfound confidence, she said to Mo Gan Yun, "Brother Fang is probably no match for us, even if he's tied up with ten others."

Mo Gan Yun shook his head firmly, "I must beat him up first, or I won't feel satisfied. I want to beat him up and then, in front of him, calmly and gracefully remove the red cloth and wrap it around Brother Fang's head."

Qiu Yun Shang smiled, "Me too, I dream of beating him up."

Yu Zhong Ge chuckled, "Ah, I wonder how Little Brother Fang is doing now. He's probably still feeling proud... Poor Little Brother, suddenly gaining four older brothers."

Jing Shuang Gao said, "I think Brother Fang's progress is definitely not slow."

"But he can't possibly catch up to our speed."

Yu Zhong Ge boasted, "We're practically flying now."

That was true. Although they were confident that Fang Che was making progress, it was certain that he couldn't keep up with their pace.

"Little Brother Fang... Haha..."

Mo Gan Yun felt refreshed and burst into laughter.

Imagining the scene of beating up Fang Che, he felt elated.

"In a few more days, we'll probably break through to the Emperor Rank."

Qiu Yun Shang sighed, "Poor Little Brother Fang, he must be feeling even more depressed."

"We should find a way to comfort him."

"..."

The four of them chatted and said, "It's said that outside, there's a young generation friendship battle selection going on. Unfortunately, we're not allowed to participate, otherwise, getting into the top four wouldn't be difficult."

All four of them spoke with overflowing confidence.

Yu Zhong Ge said, "I asked yesterday if we could watch the battle. The higher-ups agreed, but we have to disguise ourselves, remove our skin color, and blend into the crowd."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Mo Gan Yun's eyes lit up, "Finally, we can go out. We've been locked up here for months, and I'm bored out of my mind. It's like being in prison."

"You said it."

Qiu Yun Shang rolled her eyes, "Prison isn't as tiring as this."

Yu Zhong Ge said, "But if we push harder, we might break through to the Emperor Rank in a few days. Then, as Emperor Rank First Stage, we can watch the battle and blend in with the crowd more easily."

Jing Shuang Gao asked, "I wonder how Ding Jie Ran is doing?"

"Ding Jie Ran's progress is probably not slow either, but his foundation is a bit weak, and he didn't catch up with our wave of Purple Crystal Soul resources..."

Yu Zhong Ge sighed and said, "But with the resources from Sword Elder, he should be able to make up for it. However, it takes time to build a foundation, so his martial progress is probably the slowest."

"But it's good that Ding Jie Ran can catch up."

Jing Shuang Gao was a bit envious, "Born with a Sword Bone... So cool."

"It is cool, especially... Sword Elder's sword techniques are so... incredibly cool."

Qiu Yun Shang's face lit up, "Dressed in white like snow, his sword is like frost; like a million-year-old ice, exuding a chilling aura, never smiling, always cold, like an ice-sealed snow mountain... It's so fitting for Ding Jie Ran. That quiet guy, he can't even fart for three days."

"Sword Elder... never smiles?"

Yu Zhong Ge's face turned a bit strange, and she coughed, wanting to say something, but remembering they were in the Guardian Headquarters, she swallowed her words.

"Let's start practicing. Begin the battle."

"Come!"

"Come on!"

...

At Ning Xue Jian's residence.

Ding Jie Ran's slender figure wielded a long sword, the sword energy hissing sharply, reaching the pinnacle of sharpness.

His face was like flying snow, and his eyes were like ice.

With a tight-lipped expression, he was utterly focused.

At this moment, the sword was his entire world.

Beyond that, nothing else mattered.

Leaping into the air, his body and sword suddenly became one, and with a swish, he stabbed at a huge stone in the courtyard.

It was a stone from the Sacred Mountain.

Ning Xue Jian had brought it back as a test stone.

The sword tip pierced an inch into the stone and couldn't go any further.

But Ding Jie Ran continued to thrust forward relentlessly.

Clap, clap, clap...

The long sword shattered inch by inch in front of the stone, until Ding Jie Ran's hand holding the hilt slammed hard against the stone.

A loud bang.

Fist and stone collided.

Ding Jie Ran's slender body remained suspended in the air for a moment.

Then, he fell to the ground with a thud.

On his fist, the white bone was prominent, and blood flowed freely.

"Still not enough!"

Ding Jie Ran casually sprinkled some medicinal powder and took out another ordinary long sword, then started to comprehend the sword intent again.

And he began again.

Since arriving here, he hadn't gone out of the main gate.

Not even out of the courtyard.

Ning Xue Jian couldn't even force him to go out. Sometimes, Rui Qianshan wondered: How could there be such a young man in this world?

Wouldn't it be nice to go out and relax a bit? But Ding Jie Ran refused.

This courtyard was his entire world.

His family somehow found out and sent people to deliver resources, but he didn't even meet them. The items were left outside the gate, and the guards brought them in the next day.

Ding Jie Ran didn't even bother to open the packages; he just threw them out.

His personality became increasingly reclusive.

More and more silent and taciturn.

But in his eyes, a light gradually appeared.

In his room, besides the table and bed, there was only a lonely sword.

It was the sword Fang Che had given him.

Xue Fuxiao had brought it back from Baiyun Wu Academy.

Every time Ding Jie Ran saw this sword, a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes.

This was the most precious treasure in his hands.

Every night, he fed it with his own blood, calling out to it with his heart. He slept with the sword, constantly cultivating his bond with the sword.

He was already a Martial Marquis Seventh Stage.

But his combat power was extremely high, and his sword techniques were so sharp that even Ning Xue Jian felt his edge.

This time, for the friendly match, Ding Jieran directly refused the Martial Marquis Battle.

"My sword does not make friends."

"Under my command, there is no friendship with the Only Righteous Sect!"

These were his thoughts.

But what he expressed was just two words: "I'm not going!"

I'm still a disciple of the Night Demon Sect.

If I go, won't those demon brats be overjoyed?

Why should I make them happy?

"Little Ding."

Ningshue Jian walked in.

"Master."

Ding Jieran responded dryly.

During this time, Ningshue Jian had grown more and more fond of Ding Jieran and had taken him as his disciple.

As Ningshue Jian approached, looking at Ding Jieran, he was delighted with this disciple from the bottom of his heart.

When Ningshue Jian was very young, he had heard countless times from his elders that a swordsman should be passionate about the sword and not be hindered by anything.

He should be as cold as frost, as icy as snow, as pure as water, and as clean as jade.

He should be like the ice on an ancient peak that never melts.

He should be taciturn and unsmiling.

Silent and unmoved.

Let the sword do the talking.

Ningshue Jian really wanted to be such a person; he especially admired this kind of person, believing that only such a person was fit to practice the sword.

So he always maintained this demeanor.

Cold and icy.

Unstained by the world.

But... it's so tiring. Damn, I can't help but want to speak out sometimes, and when I encounter some weird things, I can't help but want to act like a jerk.

When I meet the right person, I always want to play a prank or joke.

When I encounter the right situation, it's harder than killing me not to act like a jerk.

I really want to be a cold and icy swordsman, but why did the heavens give me such a vulgar temperament?

And I have to maintain this cold exterior... Do you know how tiring it is?

Ever since taking Ding Jieran as his disciple, Ningshue Jian immediately recognized: This is exactly the personality I've always dreamed of!

This is the natural-born talent for sword cultivation!

He was extremely fond of Ding Jieran's personality.

Ningshue Jian firmly believed that Ding Jieran's personality was the true, standard swordsman's temperament!

The only drawback was that Ding Jieran was too cold, even towards his master, and he would not speak unless necessary.

Ningshue Jian once tried not talking to Ding Jieran for a day.

As a result, Ding Jieran was accustomed to it, but he almost suffocated himself.

So he made a rule: No matter what, when I call you, you have to respond. As long as I'm at home, when you see me, you must call me Master at least three times a day.

Every day, in addition to this, you must speak at least three sentences to me!

Ningshue Jian felt that his rule was good.

Then Ding Jieran was at a loss.

Speak?

Later, it became: "Master, have you eaten?" in the morning, "Master, have you eaten?" in the afternoon, and "Master, have you eaten?" in the evening.

Three sentences were completed.

Ding Jieran happily went to practice his sword.

Leaving Ningshue Jian clutching his bloated stomach and spitting blood.

"Turns out sword practitioners are so boring!" Ningshue Jian thought resentfully.

He could think about it, but that didn't mean he didn't appreciate or like it, because—damn, this is the personality I've yearned for my entire life!

So, regarding Fang Che, the only person Ding Jieran constantly thought about, Ningshue Jian felt very close—this was the only person his disciple thought about every day.

How could Ningshue Jian not take good care of him?

Not to mention, the broken sword Fang Che gave was treated like a treasure by his disciple, who didn't even bother with the better sword he had given.

What does this mean?

It's significant!

Now, having just returned from outside, Ningshue Jian hurried to where his disciple was practicing the sword.

There was no need to look elsewhere, as Ding Jieran hardly went anywhere else.

If a person could go without eating or drinking, Ningshue Jian believed Ding Jieran would do just that.

"This time, do you want to watch the friendly match?" Ningshue Jian asked enthusiastically.

"I'm not going."

"Watching is very beneficial; you can learn from others and improve yourself."

"I'm not going."

"It's also very lively and fun, and many beauties will be participating."

"..."

This time, Ding Jieran didn't even say the words "I'm not going."

With his lips pursed.

Holding his sword.

His attitude was clear: Hurry up and finish talking, I want to go practice my sword.

Ningshue Jian sighed, "Little Ding, with your temper, if you get married in the future, and you're always cold and violent, your wife will probably commit suicide."

"..."

No response.

Ding Jieran had no reaction to this statement.

Ningshue Jian sighed, it seemed he had to bring out his trump card.

"This time, your friend Fang Che is also participating."

Ding Jieran suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining: "Master, is Fang Che really going?"

Ningshue Jian despaired, "The number of words in this sentence of yours is more than the number of words you've spoken to me in three days."

"..."

Ding Jieran lowered his head again and remained silent.

"He's really going; I just met him, and if nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to get a spot." Ningshue Jian compromised.

There was no way; he couldn't afford to offend him.

Ding Jieran raised his head and said, "En."

What does "En" mean?

Ningshue Jian angrily said, "He's participating in the King Rank Battle."

"En."

"So, are you going to watch?"

"I'm going!"

"Call me Master and say you want to go." Ningshue Jian started to tease him.

"Master, I want to go."

Ding Jieran responded dryly.

"If you want to go, I'll make arrangements later." Ningshue Jian said.

Today, unlike before, he spoke three words!

He spoke to me!

Damn, my disciple spoke.

Happy!

To celebrate, I'll go find Fang Che later and act like a jerk and show off.

Ding Jieran lowered his head, and his eyes suddenly became fiery.

In his heart, he silently recited a phrase.

"In times of peril, watch over and assist each other, and be each other's shield!"

Perhaps back then, when Fang Che uttered these words, he didn't realize the impact they would have on Ding Jieran, who was then harboring the thought that Ding Jieran was a seed of the Night Demon Sect.

This phrase.

Was the warmest thing Ding Jieran had heard since shutting himself off from the world.

Because: In times of peril.

What is a perilous moment?

It's a life-and-death situation.

Watch over and assist each other, and be each other's shield.

He felt that this was what a comrade and a friend should be.

When his entire family had betrayed the continent and become demon spawn, someone still spoke to him like this.

This was the only warmth in his lonely heart.

So, before that arena battle, Ding Jieran unilaterally considered Fang Che a friend.

Up until now.

Fang Che was the only friend Ding Jieran had in his life, until now.

The other martial arts academy classmates were just strangers in his heart.

And Yu Zhongge Mo Gan Yun...

In Ding Jieran's heart, they were just classmates.

Definitely not friends.

I only have one friend! He's my big brother!

Big Brother Fang!

I always think of Big Brother Fang, and if he gets the sword, even if I'm not there, he'll keep one for me.

So, when Big Brother Fang comes to fight, I want to go and see him.

Because, in times of peril, watch over and assist each other, and be each other's shield!

Fang Che and the other thirty-five chatted until the evening lights came on.

Fang Che put everything aside, and since these people had powerful backgrounds, he wasn't worried about them dragging him down.

So, he decided to let go and thoroughly enjoy this rare moment of happiness.

Fang Che knew that for him, spending time with friends, sharing secrets, and chatting freely without any taboos was a luxury. In his life, there weren't many moments when he could completely open up and relax.

Even the opportunity to represent the Guardians and fight for their honor wasn't something he often got.

This was one of the few chances for him to appear completely openly.

Fang Che cherished this rare time.

He cherished it down to every second.

"Let's continue chatting tonight."

Feng Xiangdong enthusiastically invited, and the others responded in kind.

"I'm not chatting anymore."

Fang Che coughed once, "I'm going to accompany my wife."

"Accompany your wife? Did your wife come too?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"You're a womanizer! I despise you!"

"I can't help it, I'm a married man, and I feel differently from you single dogs..."

The crowd became furious.

"Wait... Fang Che, Fang Che... I'm going..."

Chu Wuqing stared, "It can't be, the one who shouted so loudly that all the noble families in the world had to be disciplined, is your Big Brother Fang?"

The others also looked at him as if he were a deity.

Most of them had joined the mountain early and didn't dare wander around headquarters, so they didn't know about such a big event.

But those who were in the know naturally did.

So, someone began to vividly describe how Fang Che was deeply in love with his wife, how their marital affection was so strong that they couldn't bear to part, and how his wife followed him to headquarters...

How his wife was so beautiful that she captivated the world, and how she caused a stir at the Three Rivers City gate, and how the young master went overboard... and how Big Brother Fang became enraged for her sake...

With a roar, feces and urine flowed... and then the aftermath followed.

The Ninth Lord was on patrol when the news arrived, and he happened to see... and so, the entire continent's noble families suffered because of this.

The thirty-five people listened in a trance.

"Brother, you're so awesome! You changed the continental situation with your own strength!"

Luo Shishu admired him, "Tonight, I won't chat with them either. I want to follow you and see Sister-in-law, how captivatingly beautiful she is. This... this beauty's curse has reached an extreme, half the world's noble families are all unlucky! Ah, I must go and meet Sister-in-law..."

"I'll go too, I'll go too."

"Go, go."

Feng Xiangdong and the others couldn't contain their excitement.

Just how beautiful was this woman who changed the status quo of the world's noble families with her own strength?

The single dogs immediately scratched their ears and cheeks, eager to meet her.

(End of Chapter)

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