The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 1) - Novel Cool

Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 1)

Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 1)

Everyone present was well aware that the wives they would find in the future might be of noble birth, exceptional cultivation, or even good-looking. However, there was one thing they couldn't control—their temperaments.

Most of them would be from prominent families, with eyes higher than the sky, an innate arrogance, and a temper that was likely to be less than pleasant.

Bringing guests home was already an inconvenience, and expecting them to be considerate and understanding was asking too much.

Finding someone who was truly considerate and understanding was like finding a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation.

So, why did Fang Che manage to find such a good woman as his wife? And on top of that, she was stunningly beautiful, a rarity in this world!

Moreover, from their conversation, it seemed that Fang Che was completely obedient to his wife.

Why was he so lucky?

Unacceptable!

I'll drink you under the table!

They were all young, kindred spirits, and everyone seemed to get along well. Initially, they were cautious as they were on Jian Da's territory, but soon the atmosphere warmed up, and they let loose.

Fang Che, in particular, became the center of attention.

Everyone was envious, jealous, and resentful.

They ganged up on him.

Fang Che, with a smile, welcomed the challenge, engaging in witty banter.

"You guys aren't that young anymore, are you?" Fang Che began, holding a wine cup. "Why are you all still single? Don't any women like you? Not a single one? Tsk... I have to say, it's a bit of a failure."

"You're all in your late twenties, almost thirty, right? And you're not worried about finding a life partner? Tsk, the fate of a single dog."

The group was pricked at their sore spot, their faces turning red. "I just don't want to find someone. Besides... there's no suitable match."

"I prefer being single!"

"I like being single too, but if there's someone really good, I can accept it. For example, someone with a temperament similar to my sister-in-law and as beautiful as her..."

"Pfft, I don't plan to find anyone anyway."

"Being single is so free..."

"..."

Most of them were still putting up a tough front.

Deep down, they yearned for it, but they couldn't admit it.

Fang Che spoke leisurely, "Actually, my wife has a younger sister who's seventeen this year... Tsk, she's even prettier than your sister-in-law. She speaks softly, has a gentle personality, and is understanding and obedient..."

Suddenly, thirty-five pairs of eyes lit up, like thirty-five lanterns shining in the night sky.

Those who had just proclaimed their preference for being single now rushed forward, blocking the wine cups with their hands. "Don't force wine on our leader! Who dares to be disrespectful? They'll have to go through me first!"

With a lecherous face, he said, "Brother Fang, how about me? What do you think?"

Feng Xiangdong came closer, "Brother Fang, I'm your loyal brother. Take a look at me, please!"

Luo Shishu said, "Brother Fang, your word is my direction in life! Your sister-in-law... hehe, when can I meet her?"

Others chimed in, "Brother Fang, Brother Fang... Look at me, I'm not bad-looking."

"..."

Fang Che grabbed a wine jar and handed it to Tan Dashi, pointing at Chu Wuqing, who had been the most unruly, "Want to meet my sister-in-law? Then deal with him!"

Tan Dashi immediately jumped up, looking fierce. "Chu Wuqing, how dare you be disrespectful to our leader? I'll challenge you to a duel!"

"Who's afraid of whom!"

On the other side, Fang Che handed a wine jar to Yu Zhong Kuang, pointing randomly, "Deal with him!"

Yu Zhong Kuang immediately charged forward.

One by one, they started.

"Deal with him!"

"Deal with him!"

"Whoever performs the best, I'll take care of their lifelong matters. My sister-in-law will surely captivate you, and you'll turn into profligates! No, wait... you'll be so awestruck that even the thought of desecration won't cross your minds, like gazing at the bright moon in the sky..."

"Marriage is a small matter. My sister-in-law listens to me the most! The older sister is like a mother, and as her brother-in-law, I have the final say. Whoever performs well, I'll marry her off to them!"

For the sake of their lifelong matters and Fang Che's sister-in-law, this group of young masters from aristocratic families immediately engaged in a bloody internal struggle.

They carried wine jars and started pouring wine down each other's throats.

Someone shouted, "Stop! Stop! Fang Che is trying to sow discord among us! Don't fall for his schemes!"

"Cut the crap! I don't like you anyway!"

"Drink up! Who's afraid of whom!"

Fang Zong suddenly distanced himself from the situation, holding a wine cup and smiling. He kept shouting, "Deal with him! Deal with him! Deal with him again!"

The commotion continued until the latter half of the night.

They were all drunk and leaning on each other.

Tan Dashi, surprisingly, lasted until the end, his belly swollen like a woman in her eighth month of pregnancy, swaying unsteadily.

He slurred, "Brother Fang, don't forget your sister-in-law... my wife..."

"I won't forget, I promise."

Fang Che readily agreed.

"Let's rest for a while. Sit down, close your eyes, and... good boy, snore... it's wonderful."

...

They drank until the latter half of the night.

Finally, Fang Che regained his senses and forced the alcohol out of his system using his cultivation.

Sitting under a flower rack, he looked up at the starry sky.

He couldn't help but wonder, God, what is God? If there is a God, is He in the sky or on another star?

Was the giant centipede that Lord Jun Lin self-destructed to kill a manifestation of God's soul? In the silence, he faintly felt a kind of purity that he had never experienced before slowly seeping into his body when he was unconscious and his thoughts were ethereal.

For some reason, he felt his head was much clearer.

Maintaining this posture, his divine perception slowly searched, and he saw that the faint light rising from the Lingxiao Vine's branches and leaves was being absorbed by the dim light in the night sky, and the starlight, as if attracted, was also slowly being absorbed into the Lingxiao Vine, and a trace of spiritual energy not belonging to the mortal world was also slowly entering the Lingxiao Vine.

As the power of heaven and earth entered the Lingxiao Vine, its branches and leaves became even more vibrant.

The spiritual energy slowly emerged, filling the entire courtyard, and it did not disperse.

It was evenly distributed, covering everyone, and slowly nourishing their meridians.

This process was slow, but there was absolutely no time to stop.

It was dense and long-lasting.

Lowering his eyes, Fang Che looked at the aristocratic young masters lying on the ground, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

These guys were indeed not ordinary.

To intentionally get drunk was to stay here and absorb the benefits for an entire night.

Fang Che quietly smiled.

Was this a scheme? It was. But Fang Che enjoyed this kind of scheming.

The Gateway Jade Token on his body began to glow.

He silently started to cultivate the Boundless Dharma Scripture.

In that instant, he suddenly felt something. Just as he was cultivating the scripture, the jade token glowed even brighter, and a faint ripple appeared in the air.

All these wondrous spiritual energies gathered towards him without any leakage.

After three weeks, Fang Che immediately woke up in shock. Through his divine perception, he realized that this peculiar power had been completely absorbed by him.

None of the others received any of it.

He couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

He stopped cultivating and stood up, his body floating lightly as he drifted towards the door.

Turning his head, he saw that the flower rack was now far away from him, as if separated by another world.

Smiling, he turned around and knocked on the door to enter.

The room door closed gently.

In the courtyard.

Feng Xiang Dong and the others were still lying there haphazardly, but their faces now carried a hint of gratitude.

As descendants of aristocratic families who had been taught from a young age, or those cultivated at headquarters, who among them didn't know about the peculiarities of this place?

They had all come here with thick-skinned intentions, hoping to gain benefits for the night.

Each one seemed to be drunk, but with the opportunity right here, who would truly allow themselves to be drunk?

The moment Fang Che stopped cultivating, they knew that Fang Che had understood their actions.

So when Fang Che silently left, they were filled with gratitude.

They understood each other without needing to speak.

...

Late at night.

After finishing her tasks, Dong Fang Sansan issued her last command, feeling a little more relaxed.

She picked up a cup of refreshing tea and took a big sip.

She looked at Xue Fuxiao, who was lying on the recliner in her room as if asleep, with envy. "Are you still not leaving? Are you planning to sleep here?"

This guy had come in the afternoon and then refused to leave. What was most infuriating was that he had even fallen asleep.

Asleep—this matter made Dong Fang Sansan extremely jealous.

"I was thinking about the matters of the Only Righteous Sect," Xue Fuxiao said. "Don't look at me sleeping; I'm actually considering the issue."

"Considering it in your dreams while snoring?"

Dong Fang Sansan glanced at him. "Besides, what's the use of you considering that matter? Your brain... It's better not to consider it."

Xue Fuxiao protested, "My brain is perfectly fine."

Dong Fang Sansan spoke with a heavy heart, "Xiao Xue, professional matters should be left to professionals. Your brain is not meant for considering such things. You need to be clear about this."

Xue Fuxiao grumbled, "San, can I not be beaten down by you every day?"

Dong Fang Sansan smiled, "No, but I won't be happy."

"..."

"What were you considering?"

"Yan Nan's proposal to watch the battle."

Xue Fuxiao said, "I've discovered that Yan Nan is very interested in this matter. For a battle among ants, he personally wants to come and watch. Moreover, several deputy leaders of the Only Righteous Sect are coming. This is clearly unusual."

Dong Fang Sansan took a sip of tea and said indifferently, "What's so unusual about this? To show respect, we should also go and watch the battle."

Xue Fuxiao said, "I've discovered that you and Yan Nan both seem to attach great importance to this matter. There's obviously something you're not telling me."

Dong Fang Sansan sighed deeply, "I've already told you the reason last time, and I won't explain it to you again this time. Is there anything else?"

Xue Fuxiao said, "That kid is here, and that bastard has arranged for him to stay in the Elite Residence. You're so interested in him, why don't you go and see him? Or call him to come and see you?"

"Use your brain. How could I possibly summon him at this time?"

Dong Fang Sansan sighed, "From now on, forget about this matter in your mind. Understand? Otherwise, Yan Nan might see through you."

Xue Fuxiao nodded and said, "Okay! But after the matter is over, you have to tell me about it."

"I'll tell you if I have time."

Dong Fang Sansan sat down wearily and said, "What are you planning to do on that day?"

"I'll watch the battle with Duan Xi Yang."

Dong Fang Sansan said indifferently, "On that day, I hope you'll be a mute."

"Why?"

"Just agree."

Dong Fang Sansan's gaze turned distant, "That day... will be a fierce battle between me and Yan Nan!"

His eyes held an inexplicable expression, as if countless stars had gathered in his eyes at this moment, carrying an air of solemnity.

The upcoming battle of wits and schemes with Yan Nan had already been rehearsed countless times in his mind. He had considered various responses.

Even for this fierce battle, Dong Fang Sansan had rehearsed his gaze, expressions, and demeanor in his mind several times.

There was no room for failure.

"Good! But I still have one thing I don't understand." Xue Fuxiao was getting excited.

"Speak."

"I can't understand why you asked me to get a name from Dong Chang Feng last time," Xue Fuxiao said, glaring. "Why didn't you ask yourself? You could have just asked through the communication jade. Why did you make me go and ask specifically?"

Dong Fang Sansan brushed him off, "If you didn't go, who would have driven away Duan Xi Yang? If you didn't go, wouldn't Dong Chang Feng have died?"

"Don't try to fool me with that! I had already gone there!"

Xue Fuxiao said unhappily, "You have to explain this matter to me clearly."

"Didn't you meet Bu Chou, Dong Chang Feng, and Yang Luoyu?"

"Yes."

"Have all three of them broken through?"

"Yes... No, Yang Luoyu hasn't, but he's close."

"Then did they invite you to drink with them?"

"Yes."

"And when you were drinking happily, didn't you ask Dong Chang Feng about your doubts?"

"Yes... How do you know? Did Dong Chang Feng tell you?"

"..."

Dong Fang Sansan hummed, "Then Dong Chang Feng didn't dare to speak, and he asked you to come back and ask me, right?"

"..."

"Then Dong Chang Feng asked you for advice, right?"

"Yes."

"Did Bu Chou and the others spar with you?"

"..."

"Did you imitate the techniques of Duan Xi Yang and the other top experts of the Only Righteous Sect and fight with them?"

"..."

"Then did they all improve?"

"..."

"So after you left, they all went into seclusion, right?"

"Yes."

"And when they come out, they'll make further progress, right?"

"You know everything, so why are you asking me?"

"Dong Fang Sansan sighed, "If I didn't let you ask Dong Changfeng that question, what do you think would happen when you meet Duan Xiyang?"

"I'd chase after Duan Xiyang and start a fight, and it would go on and on."

"So you're not going to join Bu Chou and the others for drinks, are you?"

"Yes. I'm already chasing after Duan Xiyang, how can I go for drinks now?"

"So they won't get the chance to spar with you and receive your guidance, right?"

"Of course."

"You wouldn't feel comfortable asking me specifically at headquarters, would you?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you asking?"

"But you haven't said why you're not asking about this yourself."

"..."

Dong Fang Sansan fell silent.

...

Morning.

Several clear bird songs echoed.

Fang Che stepped out of his room and saw thirty-five people in the courtyard, all seated neatly under the flower trellis.

The mess from last night's drinking had been thoroughly cleaned up.

Each person was quietly meditating and cultivating their energy.

Cherishing this opportunity.

Ye Meng was busy in the kitchen. In this Elite Residence, there was the Heaven Soaring Rice, which was rarely seen outside, produced from the Heaven Soaring Vine.

Fang Che decided to have Ye Meng steam two large pots of rice and make two buckets of porridge.

The not-so-large rice barrel was emptied in one go.

At this moment, the steaming hot rice and porridge were brought out.

The air became even more saturated with spiritual energy.

A portion was kept in the room for Ye Meng herself.

The rest was neatly arranged: thirty-nine bowls of spiritual rice and thirty-nine bowls of porridge.

Fang Che carried three portions of rice and three portions of porridge to send to Elder Shen and the others.

Then he returned.

Seeing these guys still pretending to practice, he almost laughed out loud, "You're all awake, come and have some porridge."

Everyone opened their eyes simultaneously, their faces embarrassed, "It smells so good."

"It does, indeed. One bowl of porridge and one bowl of rice per person."

Fang Che burst into laughter, "Your sister-in-law made it herself."

"She's so kind."

"Brother Fang is so lucky."

Then they started eating, not wasting a single grain of rice.

Some finished their porridge and even used their cultivation to turn the water in their bowls into spiritual energy, cleaning the bowls with a single gulp.

Everyone understood that after absorbing the essence of the Heaven Soaring Vine overnight, eating a meal of Heaven Soaring Rice in the morning would maximize the benefits.

Just one night of absorption, one bowl of rice, and one bowl of porridge was enough to surpass three months of arduous cultivation for the group.

Moreover, this was about foundation, not comparable to their cultivation levels.

Even in a grand family like the Feng Yu Xue, although Feng Dongxiang and the others were direct descendants, such good things usually didn't reach them.

The old ancestors at the top, whose lifespans were almost up, needed to prolong their lives?

These heavenly spiritual objects, which rarely bore fruit, couldn't be eaten like regular food.

This small bowl of rice was the total amount that the Feng Yu Xue family could offer their younger generation in half a year.

Because this thing was only available at headquarters, and only headquarters had the array that condensed heavenly spiritual energy, and even that was before the connection with heaven was lost, personally established by the Eastern Army Master.

There was none of this elsewhere.

Today, Fang Che took it all out and cooked it directly.

All thirty-five people felt inexplicably grateful.

"Brother Fang's generosity, we will never forget in this life!"

Led by Feng Dongxiang and Yu Zhong Kuang, the group bowed and thanked Fang Che.

"It's just some rice, I don't even know what it is myself. Since it's here, it's naturally meant for guests."

Fang Che spoke nonchalantly.

The group smiled bitterly.

No one would believe this if they said it outside.

The rice, sharing the same origin as the Heaven Soaring Vine, would be obvious to anyone, even the dullest.

Moreover, couldn't they feel the spiritual energy within it?

Xue Wanren stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Fang, if we just eat it like this, won't Sword Lord get angry?"

"If he gets angry, he wouldn't have arranged for me to stay here."

Fang Che smiled. He was clear about this.

The Condensed Snow Sword was clearly meant to benefit him.

Although Fang Che didn't understand the reason, he was certain that even if he emptied the Elite Residence, the Condensed Snow Sword wouldn't say a word, that was for sure.

Apart from the small barrel of rice, almost everything else was gone.

Over there, Elder Shen and the other two also finished their rice, their faces glowing with satisfaction.

"Why are you all still standing there? Hurry up and digest it through cultivation."

Zhao Shanhe frowned, "You're about to head out for the King Rank selection battle, and you're still standing around."

Fang Che was certain, "It's fine, take your time eating. We don't know about the Martial Marquis and Martial Emperor levels, but for the King Rank battle, we can't start without them, that's for sure."

Everyone burst into laughter.

This statement was indeed the truth: all the participants in the selection battle were present, not a single one missing.

If they didn't go, the battle couldn't begin.

Elder Shen spoke with a hint of resentment, "If that's the case, then congratulations to all thirty-six of you. I estimate that each of you will leave an impression on the Ninth Lord."

The group's faces turned bitter.

That was not an impression they wanted to leave.

They quickly sat down and began cultivating.

An Ruoxing and the other two also sat on the outskirts, cultivating and providing protection.

Elder Shen hummed, "Zhao Shanhe, you've hit the jackpot this time. If you don't show gratitude later, you'll truly be ungrateful."

Zhao Shanhe's face turned sour.

Because he knew that he would indeed still be 'ungrateful' later.

I want to show gratitude, but the problem is... what I say doesn't count.

...

At the start of the morning.

Everyone set off together.

Led by Zhao Shanhe, they headed for the King Rank selection battle arena.

Ye Meng walked beside Fang Che, feeling a bit shy.

Tan Dashi quietly approached Ye Meng, whispering as they walked, "Sister-in-law, where is your sister now?"

At that moment, the other thirty-four people perked up their ears.

Ye Meng was taken aback, her round eyes widening in surprise, "My sister?"

"Yes, your sister." Feng Dongxiang and the others felt something was amiss.

Ye Meng blinked, "My sister...?"

It was clear that Sword Lord had something to do with this.

Fang Che coughed and said, "Your sister-in-law doesn't have a younger sister, did you guys get it wrong?"

Since the purpose of inciting the internal strife last night had been achieved, it was time to clarify the truth. Otherwise, would he have to take on the role of matchmaker for them?

The crowd was stunned, and they all stopped and turned around, looking at Ye Meng, "Sister-in-law, you.

(End of Chapter)

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