The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 388: Fang Zong's Grand Gesture (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 388: Fang Zong's Grand Gesture (Part 2)

Chapter 388: Fang Zong's Grand Gesture (Part 2)

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Fang Che said, "What's the point of having money if we don't use it?"

Before Jing Xiuyun could respond, Fang Che gave a faint smile.

"Yes."

Jing Xiuyun felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

"Let's do it tomorrow afternoon then, in the afternoon and evening. If we wait too long, the Hall Masters will return, and it would be unsightly if they try to stop us."

controlled the situation with a wave of his hand, making a firm decision, "Let's take action first and report later. We'll deal with the consequences afterward."

"Yes!"

"Arrange the hotel, and then purchase everything we need... including snacks, drinks, food and drinks for the children, and so on... as well as the venue..."

Fang Che furrowed his brows, "Can it be done by tomorrow afternoon?"

"No problem at all! We are all cultivators, and this is for everyone's benefit. Everyone will give it their all."

A bitter smile appeared on Jing Xiuyun's face, "Actually, we've always wanted to do this, but we didn't have the money. It's not just a matter of hundreds of thousands of silver, nor is it a small-scale resource... at the very least, it would be worth millions in silver, and the value of various resources would far exceed this number..."

She looked at Fang Che with concern, "Fang Zong, it's a heavy burden for one person to bear."

"Leave it to me. You and the finance manager will handle the purchases. I just want it to be thorough, considerate, and grand. No penny-pinching..."

He asked, "Is two hundred million enough?"

"What?" Jing Xiuyun almost couldn't believe her ears.

"I'm asking if two hundred million silver is enough?" Fang Che clarified.

"Two hundred million?"

Jing Xiuyun swallowed, trying to keep her beautiful eyes from popping out of their sockets, "It's... more than enough. It's not even close to what we need..."

"I'll give you two hundred million, and your task is to spend it all and distribute it evenly to every family."

Fang Che opened a drawer, pulling out a full drawer of silver notes.

"Spend it all!"

"The event will be held in the Guardian Palace Hall, and all the meeting halls will be prepared. Whatever can be done, should be done."

"In the evening, we'll have a banquet. You should also consider the table arrangements."

"This task is yours!"

"Yes, I'll do my best!"

Fang Che stepped out and clapped his hands, then announced, "Everyone in the Guardian Palace Hall, assemble for a meeting. Spread the word."

The Guardian Palace Hall was missing its Hall Masters and Vice Hall Masters, leaving only Hall Master Yuan Jingjiang in charge. However, this Hall Master had become a lackey to the Vice Hall Master.

So, at this moment, the Vice Hall Master's words in the Guardian Palace Hall were like a divine decree.

With a single command, everyone rushed over for the meeting.

Even the kitchen chefs showed up.

"Tomorrow, the Guardian Palace Hall will hold an event... in my name... No one is allowed to miss out... Your task is to arrange the venue and other matters...

"You must cooperate fully!"

Fang Zong spoke sternly.

To Fang Zong's surprise, the people below were even more excited than he was, and their cheers shook the heavens.

"We will cooperate!"

"Whoever doesn't cooperate, or doesn't cooperate well, I'll crush them!"

Yuan Jingjiang glared as he began giving orders, "Get to work! Hurry up!"

He then approached Fang Che and whispered, "This will cost a lot. Can you handle it? I've saved up some private funds and resources..."

"How much do you have?" Fang Che asked with a sidelong glance.

"Maybe ten thousand taels of silver, and some gold and other things... I'll give it all!" Yuan Jingjiang clenched his teeth.

"You cheapskate, get lost!"

Fang Che scorned, "I'm doing something big here, and you're acting like a big shot with your two measly bills? How shameless!"

Yuan Jingjiang was speechless.

"Keep it as your family heirloom then."

Fang Che glared at Yuan Jingjiang, "Are you going to get to work or not?!"

"Yes sir!"

Yuan Jingjiang turned and left, and everyone laughed.

Yuan Jingjiang walked out, then turned back, "I'm the Hall Master, right?"

"Then you pay up!"

Fang Che retorted.

Yuan Jingjiang disappeared with a whoosh.

From far away, his muttered curses could be heard, "Rich bastard!"

The entire Guardian Palace Hall began operating with unprecedented efficiency, and everyone's emotions were soaring to the point of explosion.

They spread the word.

Within half an hour, the three meeting halls were prepared, and the two reception halls were even dismantled to make way for the grand structure supported by the pillars.

It had transformed into a massive space that could accommodate seven or eight thousand people without feeling crowded!

Some of them were so meticulous that they flew up to smooth out all the edges and apply white plaster.

And so, within half an hour, it was completed.

Even the word 'swift' couldn't describe it!

The purchasing team was even more efficient, directly selecting and buying from stores.

Then, countless people flew out to deliver the notices.

They had longed for such an event, but the Guardian Palace Hall's funds were always tight.

Every day, the cultivation resources required were astronomical numbers to ordinary people.

For example, ten thousand taels of silver could support a family's comfortable living for half a lifetime, but to cultivators, it might only be worth a single Pulse-Opening Pill.

A single Spirit Crystal or a herb could be worth a month's cultivation resources for an ordinary cultivator.

Although the Guardian Palace Hall distributed resources monthly, it was never enough to satisfy a single person's monthly cultivation needs!

When cultivators reached a certain level, ordinary food and drink could only satisfy their hunger, and they needed food infused with spiritual energy.

Ordinary rice, even if eaten until their stomachs burst, would not produce any spiritual energy, but Spirit Rice... one pound of it could feed a family of five for half a year!

And this was just ordinary Spirit Rice.

Despite having some resources and money, if you don't promptly purchase good items when you need them, you might find yourself frantically searching across White Cloud Continent with no luck!

So, those who are truly poor are the ones who don't have connections like Fang Zong, receiving resources from the several Grand Dukes of the Self-Righteous Sect, or having the backing of the entire One Heart Sect... While here, Dongfang Sansan provides resources... and White Cloud Martial Academy indulges him...

Moreover, the Heavenly Escort Bureau is like a personal asset. They can freely withdraw as much money as they need.

And yet, so many escort leaders are working without pay, essentially as unpaid laborers...

With his formidable strength, fighting battles above his level is as easy as drinking water. He can easily overpower and kill a few people, using multiple identities in rotation, making it impossible for anyone to trace him... All the spoils of war go straight into his own pockets...

Therefore, Fang Zong's wealth doesn't equate to the wealth of all Heavenly Escorts.

And Fang Zong's side income definitely doesn't mean all Heavenly Escorts can earn this kind of extra income... In all the world, there is only one such person.

To speak frankly, even when Yan Bei Han Chenyin and Feng Xing give resources to Fang Che, they need to withdraw from their own allocations or ask their family elders...

So, Fang Zong's conditions are uniquely advantageous, and there's no other place like this.

The Guardian Palace priests also want to take care of their fellow priests' widows, children, and elders.

However... they are willing but unable. They can only afford to provide some basic necessities for daily life. As for the children's education, strengthening their foundations, and ensuring the elderly's longevity, they are truly helpless.

The resources for the Guardian Palace are distributed uniformly from above, one for each person, and it's even more impossible to have any surplus.

So, in their hearts, they are filled with guilt and longing.

Now, Fang Che has done what they dreamed of.

Or perhaps it's more accurate to say, it's a dream come true, something they wouldn't dare to even imagine.

How can they not be enthusiastic? We may not have money, but Fang Zong is paying, so what's the big deal about putting in some effort?

"Fang Zong has a conscience."

Everyone sighed from the bottom of their hearts.

"To take out so much money, Fang Zong must have made a firm decision."

"It's one thing to have a lot of money, but it's another to use it for the families of our fallen comrades. There are definitely more people on White Cloud Continent with this much money than just Fang Zong. But Fang Zong took the initiative, and before him, no one thought of this! That's the difference!"

"Even if Fang Zong kills me in the future, I'd still be willing, following such a leader, even if it means carrying my head every day, I'm content!"

"Exactly! I feel the same. It's worth it!"

"There are still people in this world who truly care about us and those brothers lying in the West Mountain Cemetery!"

"For this alone, I respect him for life!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"..."

"Let's get to work quickly, hurry up and inform them. Those sisters-in-law and children have had a hard time these years. Don't just focus on showing loyalty; if we miss even one family, we'll feel guilty for life."

"Yes, yes... Hurry, hurry."

As the notifications spread from house to house, White Cloud Continent gradually buzzed with excitement...

After his shift, Fang Che didn't return home but quietly went to the highest rooftop.

His divine sense spread out, and he could vaguely sense the Guardian Palace priests coming and going nearby.

He could clearly hear the families of the martyrs nearby, excited yet nervous, asking: "Is it true? Is this true? Did Fang Zong really say this?"

Suddenly, he felt a surge of heartache.

These men had sacrificed their lives for this continent.

If they were still here, would their lives be so difficult?

But Fang Che also knew that this wasn't an isolated issue; it was a problem for the entire continent. And this problem was unsolvable. Even if Dongfang Sansan had ten or a hundred times more resources, it would still be impossible to provide complete care.

Just like his impulsive decision today; it seemed like a good thing, but no matter how generous or wealthy he was, he could only do this on White Cloud Continent.

There are countless Guardians and Guardians across the world. How many White Cloud Continents are there?

How many billions of Guardians and Guardians' widows and orphans are there?

That's why he insisted on using his own name this time, instead of the Guardian Palace's name.

Because using the Guardian Palace's name would bring endless trouble to the Guardians and endless pressure to Dongfang Sansan.

Using his own name was fine; at most, people would think that the Chief Elder of the Guardian Palace was a nouveau riche, a hot-headed youth with some money... unrelated to the big picture.

...

He returned home a little early, and Ye Meng was busy cooking. Fang Che, who rarely helped in the kitchen, assisted her, and they worked surprisingly well together.

Ye Meng was surprised, "You've been wandering outside, right? This kind of eagerness to quickly consume food is a typical trait of those who've experienced the martial world."

Fang Che froze for a moment.

He realized that he needed to change in this aspect too.

After all, as a young master who had lived a life of luxury since childhood, he shouldn't understand or be this proficient in such matters.

So, he deflected, "Huh, you know this is a trait of those who've experienced the martial world? You know quite a bit."

"I've heard people talk about it," Ye Meng replied with a smile.

And in his heart, he reminded himself, "No, no, I've been too relaxed lately."

Two traitors, both reflecting on their actions, had finished their meal and were outwardly cheerful and carefree.

No one revealed any signs of guilt.

Moreover, Fang Che realized that the girl's heartbeat hadn't even skipped a beat.

This was truly remarkable.

It seemed that her icy clarity had reached a certain level of maturity.

After the meal, Ye Meng carried the leftovers to the corner of the room.

Fang Che then noticed a large stray cat with black fur and bright, gleaming eyes in the corner.

Upon seeing the food, the cat excitedly meowed and pounced, devouring it with great relish.

Soon, its belly was full and round.

Content, the cat curled up in a cool spot and began meticulously grooming its paws.

When Ye Meng tried to pet it, the cat refused, baring its teeth and hissing.

Fang Che, feeling satisfied after the meal, went to the courtyard to practice. He stretched his body, spreading his arms wide and yawning.

The black cat, startled, mimicked his actions by spreading its front and back paws and stretching its spine, even yawning like Fang Che.

Fang Che stared in disbelief, "Are you copying me?"

The cat glanced at him disdainfully, turned its back arrogantly, and leaped onto the courtyard wall, disappearing in an instant.

"What the... Is this cat a demon?" Fang Che was astonished.

He had just scanned the cat and found it to be ordinary.

Why was it acting so strangely?

"What's wrong?" Ye Meng came out to clean up.

"This cat just stretched like me and is acting like a spirit. It's unbelievable," Fang Che said, yawning again.

Ye Meng pursed her lips, "You're copying the cat now?"

Fang Che: ???

...

In the middle of the night, Fang Che cut his scalp with the back of his knife, creating a blood clot that was almost broken. He hurriedly made his way to the Heavenly Escort Bureau, where someone was waiting to deliver something to him...

He couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

"General Escort Leader, someone is here to see you. They've been waiting for you all afternoon and evening," Zheng Yunqi reported.

"I understand," Fang Che replied.

In the reception room, the Starlight Commander said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just returned from a mission, rushing to get back as quickly as I could."

The Starlight Commander's face was tired but also filled with excitement. He warmly shook the visitor's hand, and as he did, a trickle of blood slowly flowed down from his forehead, meeting the visitor's gaze of 'You're so inconsiderate, making me wait for so long.'

The blood trickled down behind his ear.

The visitor, a middle-aged man, scrutinized him, "Are you injured?"

"Just a minor injury," the Starlight Commander replied with a faint smile. "It's just a little messy, but as you know, Elder, for us, this kind of injury is quite common."

He nonchalantly wiped his forehead and casually took out some medicinal powder, sprinkling it on his head, "It's just a blood clot, and it wasn't even broken. It's fine now. Thank you for your hard work, Elder. Let me prepare some wine and a feast..."

The visitor scanned him with his Divine Sense and his expression softened, "You almost had your head chopped off. If that blow had been a little harder, half your skull would have been gone."

Fang Che laughed and said, "Fortunately, I still won in the end."

"Who did you kill?"

"It was an assassination arranged by the Sect Leader. I only knew the target's appearance and location, but the one I killed wasn't him. The mission was easy, and I killed him with two strikes. But just as I was about to leave, I encountered a Guardian on patrol, and I couldn't avoid him."

"I see."

The visitor said, "There's no need for a feast. I've completed Star Young Master's task and will be leaving soon. Star Young Master has other arrangements for me."

"How can I let you leave without even offering a cup of water..." the Starlight Commander said.

"No matter what, I must..."

"Let's handle the important matters first."

The visitor carefully examined the blood clot on the Starlight Commander's forehead with his Divine Sense and confirmed that it was caused by a life-or-death battle...

Only then did the visitor's anger at being slighted dissipate.

"May I ask for your esteemed name, Elder?"

"Feng Shi Qi."

"Oh, greetings, Elder Feng Shi Qi."

Feng Shi Qi looked at him with interest and said, "My ancestor was a servant raised by Vice Supreme Sect Leader Feng. There are only 108 of us who are qualified to bear the Feng surname; you haven't heard of us, have you?"

"I haven't, please enlighten me, Elder."

The Starlight Commander bowed respectfully.

The fact that Feng Shi Qi was a servant raised by Feng made him a little intimidating.

"There's no need for enlightenment; you'll understand in time. People like us are Feng family death warriors. If I die one day and my son's cultivation reaches a certain level, he will become the new Feng Shi Qi."

Feng Shi Qi explained, "If the previous generation dies and the next generation's cultivation is insufficient, the name Feng Shi Qi will be passed down for five generations. After five generations, if the family bloodline doesn't meet the qualifications to inherit the name Feng Shi Qi, they will leave the estate and make their own way."

"My name, Feng Shi Qi, was passed down from my grandfather's generation."

It was clear that Feng Shi Qi took great pride in his name.

And he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Fang Che was a little confused. Was it really something to be proud of to have one name passed down through generations, serving another family as a servant?

I've been confused by you all this time. You kept saying Fang Che was going to be exposed, so I worked hard to fill in the gaps, but today I suddenly realized that the Self-Righteous Sect has never had a traitor among those with the Five Spirit Toad. They've never doubted the loyalty of those with the Five Spirit Toad, and they've never investigated traitors.

At most, it's about failing to complete a task or not fulfilling a mission.

What exposure are you talking about?

You've been confusing me with all this talk about exposure.

Fortunately, I realized it early on. Otherwise, it would have been your fault if I wrote a bad chapter!

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(End of Chapter)

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