The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 2)

Chapter 355: Fang Che's Happiness (Part 2)

"Let's bring some wine and dishes and have a drink at Big Brother Fang's place."

Someone suggested.

Instantly, everyone's eyes lit up, "A brilliant idea!"

Fang Che angrily said, "Why are you guys following me to see my wife? We're opponents tomorrow, the kind who punch each other. We're not that close."

"It doesn't matter if we're close or not, we just want to see Sister-in-law."

"Why fear opponents? I'm the most respectful of opponents."

"Exactly, if we go to your place, you can get us drunk, and tomorrow you'll win without fighting. Isn't this a good idea?"

Fang Che tried to refuse, saying he wouldn't let these guys go, that he'd see his own wife, and what were they looking at?

But these guys all shared a common trait—thick skin.

A few headquarters guys had already gone to get wine and dishes. Before leaving, they earnestly instructed, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him run away."

...

Soon, each person carried a large bag, and they returned excitedly, some with wine jars all over their bodies, and one even pulled a cart with wine jars stacked high.

"Let's go, let's go, see Sister-in-law!"

The thirty-five people shouted and cheered, surrounding Fang Che—effectively escorting him.

Fang Che was pushed along, fuming all the way, "I said no, I said no... damn it..."

But no one listened, and seeing that he wasn't happy with the shoving, a few started kicking him.

"Less talk, hurry up!"

"Don't you know we're all wastrels? If we really act like wastrels, we'll be a hundred thousand times stronger than those you've encountered."

Fang Che acknowledged this statement.

If these guys were profligates, the aristocratic families would probably be in an uproar.

"With so many of you, it's really inconvenient..."

"We don't care."

"But I do care..."

"Your concern is useless."

"It's too crowded, the place is too small, it really is."

"We can be in the courtyard. We're all King Rank, we don't care about the cold."

"It's May, it's not cold. I'll just drink in the courtyard."

"There's a leader inside..."

"Haha, with our family backgrounds, we really don't care about any leader..."

"..."

No matter what they said, they wouldn't listen.

Fang Che was escorted, pushed and kicked forward, until they finally reached the entrance of the guest house.

Everyone was clamoring to go downstairs.

"Isn't it here..."

"No."

"Where then?"

"Over there..."

Fang Che pointed.

"Upper Pavilion?" Feng Xiangdong's voice changed: "Big Bro, Boss, you and Sis-in-law live in the Upper Pavilion?"

"Yeah, it's said to be the Elite Residence."

Everyone fell silent.

Xue Wanren's eyes flickered: "Bro, you live in the Elite Residence?"

Fang Che raised his eyelids: "I'm only eighteen, and you're calling me bro when you're in your twenties. Did you get it wrong?"

Xue Wanren put on a fake smile and patted Fang Che's shoulder: "You're the Boss, you're the Boss. In martial arts, might makes right. Bro, you live in the Elite Residence?"

"It's the Elite Residence. Ah." Fang Che hummed: "You guys go back, there are many elders here."

The crowd stiffened their necks: "We'll just speak softer."

They crowded around Fang Che, who led the way, but this time he was much more careful and quiet.

Some of them started to eagerly clean Fang Che's body, with a face full of flattery.

They weren't like Fang Che, who genuinely didn't know what the Elite Residence represented.

But these people were all well-informed. They had all heard of this name, but had never entered it in their lives.

Regarding this place, it could be said that they had heard of it.

The Elite Residence, it's said that only those ranked in the top hundred of the Cloud Sword Spectrum are qualified to live here.

Today, they could actually drink inside, that's an incredible honor! So even though their hearts trembled, no one was willing to give up.

My father never drank in the Elite Residence!

I have!

With this thought, they suddenly felt a burning desire, their hearts ablaze.

They walked forward, on the rocky road for a long stretch, until they reached a very elegant place.

In front, there were flowers in full bloom, lush trees, spiritual flowers and herbs, and some spiritual fruits hanging on the branches.

As far as the eye could see, there were things from the legends of the mortal world.

Not a single ordinary thing was in sight.

Even the grass under their feet was the Heartmark Grass, which could be used to make spiritual tea.

But this grass, when drunk by ordinary people, could strengthen their bodies.

Two huge Purple Heart Vines formed the gate.

A guard appeared: "Accommodation? Where's your permit?"

Fang Che took out the jade token.

After checking it, the guard immediately became respectful: "Please come in."

"These are all my friends."

"Please come in, all of you."

Quietly entering the gate, they saw that inside were small courtyards, each giving the feeling of its own world.

The frontmost courtyard was slightly smaller, with the number ninety-nine written on it.

Then, the further back they went, the larger the courtyards became.

The Upper Pavilion had a total of ninety-nine courtyards.

Following Fang Che, everyone was puzzled, why hadn't they arrived yet? Fang Che's rank couldn't afford such a high place, could he?

Everyone thought it would be around ninety-three or eighty-seven, and drinking in such a courtyard would already be enough to boast for a lifetime.

But as they watched, they had already reached the teens, and Fang Che was still walking forward.

"Why haven't we arrived yet, what number is it?"

Feng Xiangdong's palms were sweaty, and he asked in a low voice: "Any further forward are the Ancestors' places..."

Fang Che innocently said: "I don't know the number either, but this jade token has a response, guiding me forward."

Everyone's hearts became more solemn.

Not arrived yet? Finally, they reached the last row, with only three courtyards, each very large, and obviously several times taller than the previous courtyards.

They formed a 'mountain' layout.

In other words, these last three courtyards were the backing of all the previous ones.

Entering this area, thirty-five people dared not even breathe.

They tiptoed, afraid to make the slightest sound.

This was the residence of the top three on the Cloud Sword Spectrum!

But they saw Fang Che holding the jade pendant, walking directly to the third house.

He reached out and shone a light.

Ding!

The door opened.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This... this was Sword Lord's place, how... how... what's going on?

Fang Che turned his head and saw that he was actually alone, everyone else was far away, stretching their necks to look.

"Coming? What's up with you guys?"

The group of young men were timid, lowering their voices, humming: "..." "Living here?"

"My jade token can only open this door."

Fang Che puzzled: "I can't enter other doors either."

"..."

...

Inside, An Ruoxing, Zhao Shanhe, and Elder Shen were playing chess under the Dream Chess Flower tree.

Mainly An Ruoxing and Zhao Shanhe were playing.

Elder Shen was a terrible chess player, and after being beaten three times by Zhao Shanhe, he was just watching.

As he watched, he gave random commands: "Old Zhao, your chess is terrible, this move will kill you, kill you."

"Old An, this move is brilliant, Old Zhao clearly has no way out."

"A divine move! This move cuts off Old Zhao's dragon, haha..."

"Old Zhao played a terrible move, this move kills him, haha..."

"..."

Zhao Shanhe was annoyed and nervous, made highly tense by Elder Shen, and every move he made was carefully considered.

Zhao Shanhe was getting annoyed. "Can't you just shut up!" he exclaimed.

"I don't see why I should," the other person replied. "You're playing chess, and I'm watching. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. We're not bothering each other."

Zhao Shanhe was frustrated, but he didn't want to give up the opportunity to play chess here. This was the Dream Chess Flower, after all, and playing here could help him understand the great way.

Just then, the door opened, and Fang Che returned. Night Dream emerged from the side room, and a large group of people poured in, causing everyone in the courtyard to stare in surprise.

There were so many people! Fang Che introduced them, "These are my opponents for tomorrow. Let me introduce you: this is Zhao Shanhe, the Director-General of the Southeast Headquarters, and An Ruoxing, the Deputy Director-General. This is my teacher, Shiyu Xuan, from the White Cloud Martial Academy. And this is my wife, Night Dream."

The group, including Feng Xiang Dong and others from top-tier families, were shocked to discover that there were such important figures here. They immediately showed their respect, bowing and greeting them.

Zhao Shanhe and An Ruoxing nodded slightly, then continued playing chess. The old man, Shiyu Xuan, also went to watch the game quietly, not wanting to disturb them.

The group of people moved to the side, under the Heaven Soaring Vine flower trellis, and suddenly realized that the three people playing chess on the other side seemed incredibly far away, as if they were tens of thousands of miles apart.

It turned out that there was a Spatial Array in the courtyard, which made it seem like two separate worlds. The group was even more awestruck.

Fang Che, however, didn't think much of it, as this was just a high-end arrangement for his guests. "Come on, everyone, let's sit down. This is your sister-in-law, Night Dream. You all wanted to meet her, so now that you have, why aren't you talking?"

Tan Da Shi, with a flattering smile, said, "It's just that Sister-in-law is too beautiful. We're all intimidated and don't dare speak."

The others nodded in agreement, praising Night Dream's beauty and saying that they had never seen anyone like her before.

The group began to flatter Night Dream, and Fang Che was overjoyed. Night Dream's face turned red, but she was happy inside.

They then brought out wine and food, and Wind Towards the East asked, "Should we invite Director-General Zhao and the others to join us?"

Fang Che went to ask, but they declined, saying they would rather not join the young people and would drink on their own.

The old man, Shiyu Xuan, said, "Just bring some wine over, and I'll drink with them. Tonight, I'm going to get Zhao Shanhe drunk!"

Zhao Shanhe retorted, "Do you think I, the Southeast Wine God, am afraid of you?"

The old man and Zhao Shanhe then sealed their Spiritual Energy and began to fight, with the old man punching Zhao Shanhe in the face and then pinning him to the ground, punching him repeatedly.

Zhao Shanhe was furious and tried to fight back, but the old man was too strong. The two of them rolled around on the ground, fighting wildly.

An Ruoxing watched from the side, drinking wine and cheering them on.

Meanwhile, the others continued to drink and chat, enjoying the pure Spiritual Energy in the courtyard and each other's company.

As they drank, they talked and laughed, completely carefree.

Even more so with such a beautiful sister-in-law present.

Night Dream was surprised and asked, "All of you participating in the battle are men? Not a single woman?"

"On our Monarch Rank side, they're all men," Xue Wanren replied. "There were a few women, but we knocked them down."

"But I heard there's also an Ice Snow Fairy, a Monarch Rank, who just broke through the ninth rank. Something went wrong during her breakthrough, and her mental state was unstable, so she didn't participate. If she had, we might have lost one of our thirty-six."

Luo Shishuai spoke up, "But since she didn't join, it's a lucky break for Tan Dashi."

Tan Dashi became furious, "It's lucky for you!"

Instantly, the group erupted into chaos.

Feng Xiangdong explained, "Generally, girls at our stage rarely stand out. There might be some who surpass us later, but not many at this stage."

"Why?" Night Dream asked, puzzled.

"According to our elders, girls between sixteen and twenty-five or twenty-six often have unstable minds. They have many thoughts, dreams, and aspirations. Even Calm Mind Techniques and Ice Mind Techniques are of little use because it's in their nature."

"So, during this time, the larger and more experienced families make certain choices. Those with exceptional talents focus on improving their mental state. Why are the geniuses from great families so arrogant? It's because of the family's deliberate cultivation."

"As long as no man can impress her, her heart can remain calm during this most emotionally vulnerable period. But this is difficult. She must meet true heroes, extraordinarily talented, and one-of-a-kind figures, so her heart feels that these are the real men... Only then will it work."

"So, during this time, the ancestors of various families will step in."

"The consequence is that they have very high standards when searching for a lifelong partner. They look down on mediocre ones. As their cultivation and horizons expand, this situation may lead to a life of solitude."

Feng Xiangdong sighed, "But it's unavoidable. The continent needs supreme combat power. The family's geniuses, having enjoyed the continent's resources, should sacrifice when the continent needs them."

"This sacrifice includes marriage, even the girls' beautiful dreams. The more extraordinarily talented the woman, the more their lives are altered before they even understand anything... It's quite tragic."

"Why is it said that beauty is short-lived? It comes from this. The better the family background, the more knowledgeable, the stronger the cultivation, the more beautiful, and the more outstanding the father and brothers... Such women are more likely to live alone."

"It's indeed a sad thing."

Chu Wuqing sighed.

"Not necessarily. Everyone has their pursuits. Fighting for the continent, great love surpasses romantic love."

Fang Che spoke.

"Hehe..."

The crowd laughed coldly, "So you married such a beautiful wife at eighteen? Don't you have great love?"

Fang Che glared, "Is that how you explain it? Fine, I'll drink!"

The crowd laughed and forced him to drink.

"What about those with mediocre talents?" Night Dream asked.

"Well, those with average talents usually marry between sixteen and twenty-seven or twenty-eight."

Feng Xiangdong replied.

Night Dream nodded, her eyes and brows curving, and said, "Then I'm quite mediocre."

"Uh..."

Feng Xiangdong was stunned, "Sister-in-law, that's not what I meant, I..."

The crowd teased, "Feng Xiangdong, your crime is unforgivable! How dare you call the sister-in-law mediocre!"

And so, Feng Xiangdong was forced to drink seventeen or eighteen cups.

He drank until he was tipsy.

He never expected to be suddenly forced to drink so much.

He immediately realized, "This sister-in-law is not simple. She looks harmless, gentle, and soft, but... She's meticulous and formidable."

A harmless joke that didn't offend anyone had suddenly brought everyone closer.

"The sister-in-law is formidable."

After drinking the penalty, Feng Xiangdong was sincerely convinced.

"Then, the formidable sister-in-law, have a drink with you," Night Dream smiled and raised her cup.

Instantly, Feng Xiangdong became the object of everyone's envy again.

He excitedly drank it in one go.

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

The crowd cheered and wanted to drink with the sister-in-law, while also envying Fang Che for finding such a good wife.

Being able to make small jokes to liven up the atmosphere with guests is a basic skill, but to immediately restore the guest's face after the joke is what makes one truly high EQ.

...

This drinking session was enjoyable.

After eating and offering a few toasts, Night Dream excused herself, claiming she couldn't hold her liquor, and returned to her room, leaving the space for Fang Che and the others.

A smart woman always knows when to stay and when to leave.

She knew when to be present and when to withdraw.

At a man's drinking session, especially a family banquet, the female host's presence gives face to the guests and her man.

But if she overstays her welcome and continues drinking with a large group of men until the end, she might be looked down upon.

So, Night Dream withdrew at the right time.

Everyone present was from aristocratic families or had seen the world. How could they not understand this?

They all praised her in their hearts and forced Fang Che to drink.

They were too envious.

Beautiful, virtuous, sensible, intelligent, obedient...

Where could they find such a wife? How did Fang Che get so lucky?

(End of Chapter)

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