The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 362: Fang's Grand Opening Display (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 362: Fang's Grand Opening Display (Part 2)

Chapter 362: Fang's Grand Opening Display (Part 2)

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Yan Nan said solemnly, "You lost to these opponents today. Can you win back tomorrow? Not necessarily. You are making progress, but are the others just idling? In the future, when the Only Me Righteous Sect is handed over to you, will you still lose?"

"When will losing reach an end? Do we, these old things who have fought for ten thousand years, still have to come out and fight for you? Face it!"

Yan Nan stood with his hands on his hips, his voice shaking the mountains,, "This battle, this defeat, will be recorded in the history of the Only Me Righteous Sect, called... 'Shame of the Chessboard Peak!'"

"Forever engraved in history!"

"Today, the five vice supreme patriarchs, along with Segment Chief Seat, bear this humiliation here!"

"In the future, you must help us wash away this humiliation!"

Yan Nan roared in anger, "Understood?"

"Understood!"

"Snow this shame!"

"Revenge!"

Everyone in the Only Me Righteous Sect almost shouted their throats hoarse.

"Everyone, sit down!"

Yan Nan said, "Since you have come, and since you participated in this friendship competition, then you must show some grace. Don't lose both in the battle and in grace!"

"In the next process, during the award ceremony, witness the talent of the guardian, who secured the first place. Also witness our Only Me Righteous Sect's talent, standing in second place with humiliation!"

Yan Nan's words ignited the hearts of the Only Me Righteous Sect people, almost causing their chests to explode.

Each one gasped and clutched fists tightly, sitting down with humiliation, and their teeth already bleeding from biting their lips.

Even in a life-or-death battle, none had suffered so much.

Dead was dead.

But a friendship competition gave the Only Me Righteous Sect such heavy humiliation.

Everyone's heart sank deeply.

Dong Fang Sansan's eyes could not help but show admiration. Yan Nan really lived up to his role as the Deputy Sect Leader of the Only Me Righteous Sect.

This man was magnanimous, far-sighted, and his heart was vast, intricate in myriad details.

In this situation, he believed he had already seized a great advantage. Yet, he still utilized the situation to harshly stimulate the people of the Only Me Righteous Sect.

Already, as D ong Fang Sansan had once said, in any situation, one must maximize the value!

And Yan Nan did today!

"Deputy Sect Leader, with such magnanimity," D ong Fang Sansan complimented with respect.

"Still haven't congratulated you, Yu Tian Qi has finally recovered. This decadent old thing, after recovering, who knows if it still has the former glory," Yan Nan smiled faintly.

"Will it?"

"Behind my house, there is a patch of Jade Bamboo. Every year, when the heavy snow comes, it will press the jade bamboo low. But when the sun melts the snow, it will stand tall again."

D ong Fang Sansan smiled faintly, "For this, I wrote a poem. Do you want to listen?"

"Oh? Indeed, I’ll savor it," Yan Nan came with interest.

"Indeed... When the snow presses the branches low, it doesn’t touch the mud. When the red sun rises, it will still align with the sky."

D ong Fang Sansan smiled faintly, "How?"

"Good poem."

Yan Nan's eyes lit up, "Magnanimous, a good line 'still align with the sky.' This poem, wonderful."

Not far away, Section Chief Duan Xi Yang and Yu Tian Qi, were even more moved by this poem.

Yu Tian Qi deeply inhaled and said to Duan Xi Yang, "I will definitely fight you!"

D ong Fang Sans's poem suddenly stirred up Yu Tian Qi's dormant years of dormant blood, boiled to the surface.

time.

"Year will have heavy snow,", " snow will press," will be suppressed to the sky, " snow will break!"

!

Then came the awards, to the Only Me Righteous Sect, the Only Me Righteous Sect. the Only Me Righteous Sect will.

so the Only Me."

snow will be higher over time."

year.

have a special advantage.

the Only Me Righteous Sect of the Only me Righteous Sect.

the only Me Righteous poem, the Only Me Righteous Sect will be.

!

"Then came the award ceremony, after the Martial Marquis level, was the,'s the., followed the Martial King level.

Fang Che, under the watchful eyes of the thousand, stood on the first-place podium platform and received the champion's jade token.

This token was made of Cotton Jade, a unique material.

Cotton Jade is a peculiar substance; it nourishes the body when worn and having a continuous beneficial effect on the heart. matter how severe the cold, the wearer would not feel it. It is also incredibly light, as light as cotton, hence the name Cotton Jade.

However, its hardness surpass all natural jade, it would surpass that of all jade in the world. could be matched only by divine metal. This single token was a rare sight!

Then came the champion's reward: a bottle of the Cloud Spirit Pill to heal wounds, and a bottle of the Heaven King Pill to enhance the foundation and cultivation. After taking the Heaven King Pill, the medicinal power would gently remain in the body, increasing the cultivation over time.

It would normally triple to five times the usual cultivation speed; a month, ten pills would match a year of such enhanced cultivation, and the benefits would increase with the cultivation level.

In addition to these, the Only Me Righteous Sect provided a blade.. The blade was made of the King of Shadows Iron, a material that rivaled all other metals except divine metal in sharpness and lethality. to grow with the unique advantage: it could condense malevolent energy. The stronger the killing intent, the more potent the King of Shadows Iron would become.

Fang Che could not help but like it immensely: it was just perfect for him! Especially at this stage, it was even better than divine metal. It was as if made for him. With this blade, he would no longer worry about the malevolent energy leaking and being detected.

This blade was a natural concealment.

Besides this blade, the guardian also provided a sword, which was made of the Netherworld Frost Iron, a metal not inferior to the King of Shadows Iron.

Action: Holding this sword, a natural chill emanates from it, its characteristics similar to the King of Shadows Steel, making it a weapon of slaughter.

Fang Che also loves it very much.

He immediately replaced his own sword with it right there and then.

He was reluctant to part with it.

The replaced sword couldn't be given away cheaply, especially since his cousin, Ye Meng, was still at the White Cloud Martial Academy. This time, he wanted to give him some high-quality benefits.

He could even provide him with medicine, medicinal pills, heavenly treasures, swords...

Moreover, there was also Ye Meng... Ding Jieran, Mo Gan Yun, and others.

Fang Che thought a lot.

He smiled so hard his face seemed to split.

Besides these, there were even ten thousand Divine Crystals!

This was a huge gain!

This time, Fang Che could truly be called a 'Vice Supreme Patriarch'.

It was too comfortable.

Every item was exactly what he wanted.

Even before leaving the award stage, he was already thinking of naming his new sword.

Fang Che's smile contrasted sharply with the expressions of the three members of the Only Righteous Sect, who looked as if they had lost their parents.

They never expected that this time, the consequences would be so severe.

The Vice Supreme Patriarch immediately declared a 'Day of Shame'! The 'Chessboard Peak of Shame'! It would be recorded in history, forever etched in the annals.

In other words, their names would forever remain in the annals! This was an unbearable burden for them! Each of them glared at Fang Che with intense hatred.

This person! Caused them to live a life where they could never hold their heads up high! Until this grudge is avenged, they vow to never rest!

Fang Che paid no heed to their hateful glares, smiling inwardly, unbothered.

This was all just a show in front of everyone, and they played along with him a few times. If they truly came to cause trouble, he would send them to the afterlife with a single strike!

Do they really think I have such limited abilities?

Next were the Martial Emperor-level rewards.

Looking at those rewards, Fang Che clearly knew that their value far exceeded his own.

However, if he were to exchange his rewards with theirs, he absolutely would not agree.

The most suitable rewards for himself were the best, and this sword, medicinal pills, and Divine Crystals were exactly what he needed the most!

It went straight to his heart!

For example, if Fang Che was starving and someone gave him a pile of hot steamed buns, and there were also two ingots of gold beside him, he would undoubtedly choose the steamed buns over the gold.

And these rewards, for Fang Che at this moment, were like that pile of hot steamed buns! These rewards were as if tailored for him, whether it was the Only Righteous Sect's rewards or the Guardian's rewards, they were all so fitting!

Fang Che even felt as if the Ninth Master and Yan Nan had peered into his heart and customized these rewards.

The award ceremony concluded.

Everyone in the venue stood up simultaneously, applauding enthusiastically.

If one only listened to the applause and didn't pay attention to their expressions, it would seem as if the friendship competition had proceeded harmoniously.

The Guardians sincerely clapped, excited and delighted.

On the other hand, the Only Righteous Sect members were forced to applaud amidst the 'graciousness' of the Vice Supreme Patriarch, their hearts exploding with frustration.

The applause thundered...

...

Then, it was time for the next item.

Disciples from the World Outside Sects came out to showcase their skills, and if anyone wanted to challenge them, they could challenge the three Champions. This served as the final program and behind-the-scenes footage.

The Martial Marquis, Sovereign, and Martial Emperor levels, each with their Champion, sat in their chairs, either watching or waiting to be challenged.

Almost all the genius disciples from the Nine Great Sects came out to challenge.

It was just a friendly spar, and the three Champions indeed possessed peerless strength among their peers, causing most challengers to return defeated.

However, the sparring quickly revealed the differences in their skills.

Those waiting to challenge Fang Che almost formed a long line.

At the Martial Marquis level, there were basically no more challenges for the Champion Mu Feng; even at the Martial Emperor level, only a few remained.

Only Fang Che's side was like a gathering, with a sea of people...

And most of them were young, beautiful female geniuses.

This was inevitable, as Fang Che's looks were truly striking. After all, the title of 'Fang School Flower' wasn't given lightly! Sitting here, it was as if... 'When you bloom, the gentle breeze will come naturally!' Moreover, this time, Fang Che wanted to seize the opportunity to attract attention, so he intentionally displayed his most perfect posture, like a majestic and powerful male peacock suddenly spreading its tail feathers amidst the gazes of countless female peacocks...

His gentlemanly demeanor, elegant temperament, perfect appearance, and otherworldly charm...

The white robe fluttered in the wind, his hair gently brushing against his cheeks, and his youthful face appeared calm and natural under the sunlight, with a hint of worry for the continent's situation...

At this moment, everyone truly understood the true meaning of the phrases 'graceful as a jade tree in the wind, handsome and graceful, and peerless beauty'.

Oh, so that's what these phrases meant. I finally understand!

For so many years, they never knew, but it's not their fault, it's just that... they had never seen such a person before!

Moreover, he had high cultivation, suppressing his peers, with the bearing of a heavenly talent and astonishing talent.

The key point was that he looked so gentle...

Of course, this was just the surface, and what was more important was...

Before this, all the disciples from the World Outside Sects who sparred with Fang School Flower were naturally no match for him.

But Fang Che patiently sparred with each of them and sincerely offered suggestions afterward: "I'm not criticizing your sword techniques, but I think that the connection between this sword move and that one isn't natural enough, as if you didn't pay attention to certain acupoints. You could try it this way..."

Then Fang Che would demonstrate the opponent's sword technique.

Standing by the standards of Fang Che's perfect sword style, each of his opponent's moves had flaws. However, Fang Che didn't correct every mistake but instead selected the two most egregious ones to demonstrate.

He remained humble, saying, "After all, a stone from another mountain can polish jade. I'm just casually pointing it out. I don't fully understand the essence of your sect's sword techniques, so I might be wrong, and if I am, I hope this junior sister will forgive me."

The opponent paused to think.

Suddenly, she felt enlightened, realizing the value of his words, and her face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Senior Brother Fang."

Fang Che, with a thick skin, addressed her as 'Junior Sister,' and she immediately reciprocated by calling him 'Senior Brother.' Instantly, a harmonious bond formed between them.

"Yes, go and practice. There are so many people behind you, haha! You're always welcome to visit Baiyunzhou. I'll be a gracious host." Fang Che smiled warmly, like a gentle breeze.

"Yes, when our sect goes on a training trip, we'll definitely visit Baiyunzhou," the female disciple replied with a smile as radiant as a flower.

"You're still going on training trips?" Fang Che showed great interest.

"Senior Brother Fang, that's a strange question. Which sect doesn't go on training trips? We just hide our identities..."

"I see."

After dealing with her, he moved on to the next person.

"This junior sister's sword technique is truly excellent, and it's evident that she has immense potential for growth."

"Senior Brother, are you referring to the person or the sword technique?"

"The person is a heavenly talent with unparalleled beauty, and the sword technique is truly exceptional."

"Haha... Senior Brother, you're so funny. Are you from Baiyunzhou?"

"Yes, I'm from the Guardian Palace in Baiyunzhou."

"Oh, that's not far."

"Come and visit."

"Yes, yes... I'll definitely go."

"When you use your sword technique, you should infuse it with malevolent energy. Here's what I'll teach you: every time you draw your sword, think of the person you hate the most."

"Hmm... it really works!"

"Hehe..."

Fang Che had discovered a common weakness among these geniuses from the secluded sects.

Or, to be more accurate, it was true for most of them, as one shouldn't be too absolute.

Their sword techniques were genuinely impressive and executed with a high level of proficiency. They moved with such grace that it seemed as if they had never experienced the trials of the mortal world. This was a testament to the rigorous training they had undergone.

As for the fact that their sword techniques weren't perfect, it was evident, but it didn't diminish the immense power of their techniques.

However, they shared a common flaw: a lack of killing intent and malevolent energy. Or, to be more precise, their killing intent and malevolent energy were not intense enough.

In other words, these geniuses' combat experience was primarily limited to sparring within their sects. Occasionally, they might encounter a few individuals with malevolent energy, but it was usually very weak.

Essentially, they had only killed a few people and had limited experience in life-and-death battles.

For example, someone who had killed a person would have a stronger aura of oppression against ordinary people if they harbored evil thoughts. However, this comparison depended on who they were up against.

If they were compared to those on the battlefield who had killed countless people, these individuals would be like little lambs or white rabbits.

Fang Che switched to another opponent.

"Your sect doesn't often go out for training, does it?"

"Not very often. And every time we do, it's led by our senior uncles and senior masters. We gain experience, suppress bandits, and uphold justice."

"Well done. You're a female knight-errant."

"Hehehe..."

"Have you ever gone out alone or in a small group to roam the world?"

"Yes, but only those at the Imperial Rank or above. After all, it's easy to be at a disadvantage with lower cultivation levels. Moreover, it could tarnish our sect's reputation. Even when they go out, they must return within a specified time limit."

"I've never seen anyone from the secluded sects on the continent."

"Oh, Senior Brother, you're mistaken. There are actually many people from the sects outside, and some even do business. They just don't openly wear their sect's clothing."

"Oh, I've been living under a rock. I haven't seen much from the Guardian Palace, haha. Senior Sister, this move of yours..."

He smoothly dismissed another opponent.

Fang Che was continuously gathering information about the secluded sects.

This information kept accumulating in his mind.

There was no need to rush; he could collect intelligence first, pull someone out if the opportunity arose, or wait if not. After all, these people would eventually come out.

After dealing with seven or eight opponents in a row, Fang Che found himself facing a long line of disciples.

Many of the male disciples who had been in line stepped aside when they realized they were surrounded by senior sisters. They gracefully withdrew, displaying chivalry and gentlemanly conduct, hoping to win some favor.

Fang Che looked on with a gentle gaze, shaking his head inwardly.

Was this chivalry? Sacrificing his goddess to become someone else's lackey, passing up a good opportunity, and then expecting to win favor...

Although the analogy wasn't entirely appropriate, this behavior wouldn't earn any favor. The goddess was eagerly awaiting her chance to become a lackey, and she wouldn't notice who had stepped aside for her. In her mind, there were only two thoughts: one, the person who stepped aside was a fool, and two, she was thrilled to be one step closer to Senior Brother Fang.

As for who had stepped aside... she would never remember.

Fang Che was like a peacock with its tail feathers fanned out, surrounded by a group of female disciples.

On the spectator's platform, Ye Meng rested her chin on her knee, her eyes narrowed, staring intently.

Puffing out her cheeks, she looked like a little hamster watching her food about to be snatched, both fierce and helpless, left to be adorably fierce on her own. She didn't notice that the gaze of the Vice-Patriarch of the Only Righteous Sect, Yan Nan, had just swept across her face.

(End of Chapter)

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