The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

Chapter 356: Fang Che's Sister-in-Law (Part 2)

.. don't have a younger sister?"

"Yes... I don't have a younger sister."

Ye Meng blinked and smiled brightly, "Who told you I had a younger sister?"

"..."

The crowd fell silent.

Then, they all exploded with anger.

When they turned back, they saw that Fang Che, who was at the front of the line, had already disappeared without a trace.

He ran away!

"Fang Che!"

Tan Da Shi's anger surged like a mountain, "You you you..."

He took off after him, and the others followed suit.

"This bastard, he tricked us into fighting each other all night with the promise of a sister-in-law, and in the end... he doesn't even have one!"

The crowd was infuriated.

"We can't let him off easily!"

They watched as the group of young men chased after him, laughing and shouting.

Zhao Shanhe sighed sincerely, "Youth is truly wonderful."

An Ruoxing also felt the same way, and just as he was about to agree, he heard Elder Shen say in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "At your age, you're considered old compared to them. Why don't you say that in front of the Ninth Lord? When the Ninth Lord and his group were shaking the world, you were just a blob of liquid that no one knew where it came from."

Zhao Shanhe's nose immediately twisted in anger.

He spoke with a crooked mouth and a squinting eye, "Shen Zhi Xuan, are you ever going to stop?"

Elder Shen squinted, "Are you going to hit me?"

An Ruoxing quickly tried to defuse the situation, "Forget it, forget it."

Zhao Shanhe was about to explode, "Why is it that every time I get upset, and before I can even vent my anger, you tell me to forget it? Am I supposed to just be bullied? I'm the Southeast Chief Officer!"

An Ruoxing rolled his eyes, "Chief Officer Zhao, to be honest, the only reason I didn't help you beat him up is because of our many years of brotherhood."

Zhao Shanhe held his breath, his chest heaving.

He didn't breathe for half a day.

His face turned purple.

This was truly unbearable.

He walked ahead with his head down, creating some distance between himself and the other two.

Elder Shen followed smugly, humming as he caught up.

...

The King Rank selection battle was held on a platform on a hillside.

The number of spectators wasn't very high, and only a deputy head of a certain department from the headquarters was presiding.

Throughout the event, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

Occasionally, when a higher-up came to take a look, they would leave silently without a word.

Everyone was well aware that it was just a King Rank battle, and since there wouldn't be any casualties, the big shots had no interest in watching.

But what they didn't know was that the two highest-ranking members of the Guardians were extremely eager to watch.

They were just holding back.

Although the number of spectators wasn't large, there were still thirty-six people here, but only nine slots were available to compete.

No one was willing to give up this opportunity.

Even if you asked me to give up, you'd have to defeat me convincingly and make me admit that you going against the young disciples of the Demon Sect would bring more honor to our continent!

So, the battles were exceptionally intense.

Some fought for a long time before a winner was decided, while others realized they were outmatched after a few moves and conceded immediately.

As the thirty-six participants fought in pairs, eighteen victors emerged quickly.

Then they switched opponents, and the eighteen pairs continued to battle.

This was to ensure that those with the potential to rank in the top nine wouldn't be eliminated in the first round due to facing stronger opponents.

Careful selection was necessary.

The reputation of the continent and the honor of the Guardians were at stake.

Personal honor was insignificant in comparison. Some of the defeated participants even discussed with the winners, "I felt that one of your moves wasn't quite right. If you had done it that way, I might have lost earlier. My weakness at that moment was..."

Fang Che took up his saber and entered the battle, passing through each round, and couldn't help but marvel at the toughness of these guys.

Each of them had extensive combat experience.

Their moves were clean and efficient, without any unnecessary actions, and they were incredibly sharp.

After three consecutive battles, Fang Che even felt a sense of being in the 'martial world.'

There were a few opponents who made Fang Che feel that he couldn't win without revealing his trump card.

However, Fang Che's goal was to secure a spot in the battle, and he didn't need to be the best among his brothers, especially since they could sense that he was holding back.

In the end, nine individuals were chosen.

But it wasn't just Fang Che who had held back; all of the final participants had kept some tricks up their sleeves.

Because those moves and that kind of fighting were not meant for their own people.

The nine selected individuals were: Fang Che, Feng Xiangdong, Yu Zhong Kuang, Xue Wanren, Dong Fang Zhe, Luo Shi Shui, Meng Wu Huan, Tan Da Shi, Chu Wu Qing.

The list was immediately reported.

The other twenty-seven didn't leave either; they stayed. They couldn't bear to miss this battle.

Fang Che and the others carried the hopes of all thirty-five of them.

Whether they won or lost,

They would witness it together.

The glory, they couldn't share on stage, but if they failed, the shame would be shared by everyone.

...

Zhao Shanhe and the other two returned first. With eight days until the friendly match between the two sides, they couldn't stay at headquarters for that long.

Especially Zhao Shanhe and An Ruoxing, as regional chief officers, had countless matters to attend to and couldn't afford to stay here for long.

That evening, when Fang Che invited everyone to the Elite Residence again, they refused.

"Last night, we already had the audacity to go, but tonight, we really can't go."

Feng Xiangdong and the others laughed, "Besides, you're in charge of the Guardian Pavilion, with fewer resources and less foundation than us. We can't keep taking from you every day."

"You have the jade token, which is connected to the spiritual array. As long as you practice with the token, the spiritual energy will belong to you. That's the real benefit."

"Last night, for our sake, you even practiced without activating the token with your sister-in-law. We all know it, and we can't keep acting so foolish."

"We just want to have the experience of practicing and drinking at the Elite Residence to brag about... Now we have it. Elder Fang, please don't refuse."

All thirty-five of them smiled at Fang Che.

Warm and friendly.

"Brother Fang, the feelings from last night will be remembered for a lifetime."

Everyone laughed together.

They knew that what they remembered was not the fun they had in the Elite Residence the night before, nor the spiritual rice porridge in the morning.

But... it was the scene of Brother Fang closing the door plaque and quietly leaving.

And also, Sister-in-law's door plaque remained unopened.

This was the true intention.

After holding it in for a day without saying a word, they just silently kept it in their hearts. But since Brother Feng Xiangdong had made it clear, everyone else no longer held back.

Brother Fang laughed, "Oh, so you're not thinking about my little sister-in-law anymore?"

Everyone became furious and roared simultaneously, "Anyway, from now on, the matter of finding a wife is up to you two. If you don't introduce a wife to me, I'll never rest in this life!"

Brother Fang spread his hands helplessly, "But I really don't have a little sister-in-law."

"Anyway, since you've boasted, you have to take responsibility."

"Even her sister's friends would do..."

Tan Da Shi squinted and said, "As long as she's beautiful, has a good figure, has decent talent, and most importantly, is obedient and well-behaved, I don't care about her family background."

Everyone agreed, "Yes, we want someone like that, and we won't be picky."

"I'm so picky about you all! Stay single, all of you!"

Brother Fang left with a swagger.

The crowd behind him burst into laughter.

Upon returning to the Elite Residence, only Night Dream was left, and this girl was practicing with the opened door plaque. She had been practicing for most of the day.

"This girl isn't stupid."

Brother Fang smiled inwardly and joined her.

When preparing the meal, Night Dream said, "There's no more of that special rice, only ordinary spiritual rice."

Brother Fang laughed heartily, "How can you have that kind of rice every day? Just cook whatever is available."

"Hmm..." Night Dream's cute little nose wrinkled.

"Did you tell them I had a sister yesterday? Are you going to introduce her to them?"

"Yes, they believed you."

"Haha..."

For the next seven days, Brother Fang sparred with everyone during the day and returned to the Elite Residence to practice at night.

Night Dream, having realized the benefits, practiced tirelessly day and night in the Elite Residence, making up for her foundation. Especially during the day, when she was the only one in the entire Elite Residence, she gained even more.

Over the years, the foundation she lacked in her early years was gradually being made up for.

She herself could feel that her cultivation had not increased in the past few days, but this strange spiritual energy had merged into her body, strengthening her foundation.

It was even being solidified bit by bit.

Every night, Brother Fang used the Boundless Dharma Scripture to quietly reorganize her meridians, and with the assistance of the heavenly earth spirit energy, it was even more efficient.

Starting from the fifth day, Night Dream finally felt the spiritual energy surging and increasing within her body, and at an exceptionally rapid rate.

The next day, Brother Fang got up early to spar with Brother Feng Xiang Dong and the others.

Night Dream, however, felt her whole body sore and soft, so she slept a little longer. When she woke up, she was surprised to find a dense layer of fragments in her bed.

They were white and jade-like.

And her skin had become much smoother and tender.

She quickly cleaned up and secretly washed herself, feeling even more beautiful.

"This place is really good."

Night Dream whispered.

Brother Fang also felt that he had made some progress, but it wasn't very noticeable.

In fact, ever since Dong Chang Feng had last bestowed his blessings, Brother Fang had realized that his physique had probably reached its limit.

So this time in the Elite Residence, he only absorbed the energy for two nights and felt that the effect wasn't significant, so he quietly stopped absorbing it.

He allowed Night Dream to absorb all the transformed spiritual energy from the Heaven Soaring Vine in the Elite Residence.

But after seven days, Brother Fang's cultivation had actually advanced to the third level of the King Rank.

Then he discovered that he had beaten all thirty-five people multiple times.

Including Brother Feng Xiang Dong and the others.

There were only four people who gave Brother Fang some difficulty: Brother Feng Xiang Dong, Yu Zhong Kuang, Xue Wan Shi, and Dong Fang Zhe.

When dealing with these four, Brother Fang had to use the techniques of the Hate-the-Sky Sword or the Support-the-Sky Sword to win. But even then, his advantage was very slight.

Moreover, they hadn't even shown their trump cards yet.

But Brother Feng Xiang Dong and the others were already exclaiming that they had encountered a monster.

Because their cultivation was at the ninth level of the King Rank, yet they were being suppressed by Brother Fang, who was at the third level of the King Rank.

This was simply unbelievable.

But... when fighting with Brother Fang, there was a strange feeling: according to the power of spiritual energy, their ninth level of the King Rank was stronger than Brother Fang's third level of the King Rank, and even much stronger.

It seemed that they had complete confidence in overpowering him in terms of strength.

But... their proud combat experience and their family's renowned ultimate techniques always felt like they couldn't be fully utilized.

How could this guy's combat experience be even richer than theirs?

How could an ordinary sword technique feel so sharp?

Having strength but not being able to use it against Brother Fang was too frustrating.

And they were even beaten.

Moreover, they felt that Brother Fang still had strength to spare.

It was truly depressing.

As for the other twenty-seven people, they were actually willing to be beaten by Brother Fang because each time they were beaten, they gained new insights. So, they were even more enthusiastic.

If one person wasn't enough, could they send two at a time?

Thus, the siege mode began.

It must be said that each of these guys was very strong and had extremely high comprehension.

Over the seven days, those who beat others did so relentlessly, and those who were beaten endured it, and both their cultivation and combat power improved significantly.

...

On that afternoon, as the thirty-six people were engaged in a chaotic battle, two people walked into the training ground from outside.

"Assemble!"

"Today, we'll take a break. Tomorrow, we'll set off for Chessboard Mountain. Tonight, be sure to rest and recuperate. Although it's a friendship competition, it's still a battle."

"Yes!"

"Tomorrow at dawn, we'll depart. This time, Ninth Lord, Snow Brother, Sword Lord, and other esteemed adults will be going. Be careful on the way. Don't cause a ruckus and disturb Ninth Lord, he's already very tired."

"Yes."

"Supervisor, we want to go and watch the battle."

"All thirty-six of you?"

"Yes."

"Granted. There will be many spectators, including disciples from the World Outside Sects. Don't start conflicts, and don't disgrace the name of the Guardians."

The supervisor spoke sternly, "Try to avoid conflicts, but if they do occur, you must win!"

"Yes!"

"Take the upper hand, and then flip the situation!"

"Understood!"

"All of you, go back and rest!"

"Yes! Supervisor, may I ask for your esteemed name?"

"Yan Xifeng!"

"It's Yan Lord."

Yan Xifeng left.

The thirty-six also began to walk out, discussing as they went.

"Yan Xifeng, Yan Lord, I remember he was ranked a hundredth on the Cloud Sword Spectrum. He's the Mother and Daughter Rings Lord, right?"

"Yes, Mother and Daughter Rings Yan Xifeng, he was known as one of the top hundred guardians on the Cloud Sword Spectrum. Later, he was severely injured by the Night Demon Sect and went into hiding. So, he's been at Headquarters."

"Looking at Yan Lord, he doesn't seem to be injured... Hehe, someone's in for some bad luck."

"Hush. Don't talk about matters concerning important figures. You can discuss it in the past, but in the future, don't mention it."

"Yes."

The group immediately dispersed.

"See you at the Hour of the Dragon tomorrow."

"Tonight, rest well and don't think about anything. First, organize and understand the gains from these few days and transform them into combat power. Cultivating and advancing is not urgent tonight, but the most important thing is to fully grasp and utilize what you've already learned."

"See you tomorrow!"

...

Night Dream sat in her room, feeling a little dazed.

At Headquarters, she had received a directive.

"Lie low and don't act recklessly."

These ten words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Since she had been lying low before, this was obviously a reminder to herself to remain even more calm than before.

Could it be related to Fang Che representing the Guardian Pavilion in the battle?

On the way, Fang Che had already sent a message to Yin Shengong.

"Master, I've successfully secured a spot in the battle. But I don't understand why I'm participating in this one and not our own."

"This is your chance to make a name for yourself. Our own battle can happen anytime, but the opportunity to climb the ranks within the Guardians is rare. So, this time, you must give it your all! No matter what, you must defeat your opponent and put on a good show!"

"Master, can you be more explicit?"

"Anyway, the better you perform, the greater the reward. Don't ask about anything else."

"Performing well means making a great contribution to the Guardians, right? Defeating our own people, am I right, Master?"

"Yes!"

Yin Shengong was already annoyed and sent a three-word reply: "I'm busy!"

Fang Che hurriedly asked, "Master, will you be watching the battle?"

"No!"

"Then I'll keep you updated on any developments."

"Don't report, just focus on your duties!!"

Yin Shengong was a little irritated.

This is your chance to shine in front of the Grand Master, and you keep pestering me with endless chatter.

Fang Che sent another message, but Yin Shengong ignored it.

It seemed that this time, the Old Devil had been thoroughly annoyed.

But Fang Che understood.

It seemed that this time, the Old Devil's identity wasn't qualified to participate in the battle. If that was the case... then it was a battle between the two Headquarters?

However, the other side hadn't announced their list of participants yet.

I wonder if this side has obtained the opponent's list, or if the opponent has obtained this side's list? Also, Xue Fuxiao said he wanted to see the sword technique I've comprehended, but why is there no news about it now?

"A storm is brewing, but suddenly, all is quiet. It seems that this time, the undercurrents are more intense than I anticipated."

That night.

To ensure victory in the upcoming battle and achieve results, Fang Che insisted on dual cultivation with Night Dream.

To increase cultivation.

Night Dream had just received the directive and was feeling the most guilty, so she was taken advantage of in her daze.

After several rounds, she was exhausted.

Fang Che was truly satisfied, and he fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

Night Dream sighed, gently resting her head on his chest, feeling a little worried.

This guy, he seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

"No wonder those sisters and aunts at the base training said that being a woman is tiring... It's indeed tiring."

Night Dream thought as she fell into a deep sleep.

...

Early in the morning, the group assembled.

Fang Che went to hand in the Gateway Jade Token and expressed his sincere gratitude, asking the guards to convey his thanks to Sword Lord.

He also left a letter in his room.

He maintained the proper etiquette, both in public and private, and showed his gratitude for the help he received.

The thirty-six, including Night Dream, went to the assembly.

Soon, the Martial Marquis team arrived, led by someone, and the Martial Emperor's side also had over thirty people.

In total, there were over a hundred and twenty people.

Twenty-seven participants and over a hundred spectators.

They lined up neatly.

Not long after.

The saber's gleam reflected the sun, and the sword's aura soared into the sky.

The Execution Blade and Frozen Snow Sword stood on the left and right, guarding Dong Fang Sansan as she walked out.

Behind her were over a hundred people, all of them supreme masters.

Fang Che glanced over and saw that Dong Fang Sansan looked the same as when he saw her in the illusion, but she seemed more spirited than the last time.

He felt relieved.

"Paying respects to the Ninth Lord, Snow Lord, Sword Lord..."

The group knelt in unison.

Dong Fang Sansan smiled faintly and said, "All of you, rise."

Then she spoke softly, "This friendship battle is an unprecedented competition. You are all young, and the future is bright. Just give it your all, and don't worry too much about winning or losing."

"We will definitely give it our all for the glory of the Guardians!"

Among the crowd were the ancestors of various families, all watching these young ones.

In summary, apart from Fang Che, the ancestors, or the great-grandfathers of several generations, or some other relatives of the other participants, were all present.

Among them all, the only one without any connections was the leader, Fang Che.

The eyes of these old men scanned the group.

They were clearly warning: Youngsters, don't listen to the Ninth Lord, he's being generous and doesn't want you to bear the burden at such a young age. But I'm warning you, if you lose and come back, you'll see what happens? If you disgrace us and the Guardians, I'll personally skin you alive!

"Is everyone here?"

Dong Fang Sansan asked.

"The others have already left."

"Then, let's go."

Dong Fang Sansan smiled slightly and said to the participants, "Relax, it's just a friendly spar."

Over there, Xue Fuxiao had already prepared a flying ship.

"Let's go!"

...

(End of Chapter)

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