The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 428: Bear? [Autumn Rain, Falling Ginkgo Leaves, and the Alliance Master's New Year's Greetin - Novel Cool

Chapter 428: Bear? [Autumn Rain, Falling Ginkgo Leaves, and the Alliance Master's New Year's Greetin

Chapter 428: Bear? [Autumn Rain, Falling Ginkgo Leaves, and the Alliance Master's New Year's Greetings]

Fang Che was well aware of his own temperament. After regaining his memories, his emotions were hard to suppress when facing the people from his past. Moreover, he would increasingly come into contact with more high-ranking members of the Only Righteous Sect.

If he suddenly experienced a rapid heartbeat, blood surge, and divine awareness turbulence when facing someone who seemed unrelated to them...

He wasn't sure if he would survive.

But they would almost certainly die. Moreover, he wouldn't even have a chance to plead or sneakily set them free.

For instance, after the incident with Zuo Guanglie, if Fang Che were to face a similar situation again, he would tell the Seal God Palace: "These are my trusted followers."

And he believed that the Seal God Palace would never force him to kill his trusted followers again.

But this opportunity was earned with the lives of Zuo Guanglie and the other nine. If, at that time, his emotional turmoil caused a mistake, then it would entirely be his fault! If such a mistake were to happen, Fang Che would never forgive himself, even in death.

Putting this matter aside, it was time to focus on another issue.

His cultivation progress was too slow!

Fang Che had already carved three hundred and thirty marks on the door frame, meaning almost a year had passed.

But he had only reached the Martial General level.

This progress greatly dissatisfied Fang Che, as his cultivation outside had been much faster.

"Why is it so slow?"

Fang Che was perplexed. Could it be that talent, aptitude, and comprehension didn't matter here, and everyone was treated equally? However, he hadn't seen anyone else to confirm this speculation.

But it was certain that cultivation here was slower than the outside world!

In the outside world, he had cultivated from a Samurai to a Martial General in less time. Here, starting from a Martial Master, it was taking much longer.

Too slow.

However, Fang Che's understanding of weapons like swords and spears had deepened.

In the evening, Fang Che locked the door from the inside, laid on the wooden bed, and began to cultivate. Unknowingly, he fell into a deep sleep.

But... Suddenly, Fang Che felt a shiver run through his body, and he woke up in a start.

His palm immediately gripped the knife.

Outside, the mountains were filled with the sound of "shush, shush, shush," and in the distance, there were sounds of rapid galloping, as if numerous beasts were approaching, their pungent scent filling the air.

Fang Che jumped out of bed, knife in hand.

His eyes were alert.

In the darkness, the "shush" sounds continued, and from the noise, it was unclear how many creatures were drawing near.

What was happening?

Why was it happening again?

Fang Che was puzzled. He circled his wooden house, and in the moonlight, he discovered a dark shadow behind the house.

The shadow made a "hum, hum" sound.

Fang Che took a closer look and found a small bear. Its soft fur covered its body, and it was no bigger than a small dog. Its innocent eyes stared at him, leaning against the wall, one paw in its mouth. It looked at Fang Che with a lovable expression.

"What the... How is there a bear here? And it's so small? Where did it come from?"

Fang Che was bewildered.

The little bear, upon seeing Fang Che, showed signs of fear. It made "hum, hum" sounds, its eyes alert, and its nose twitched. It let out a low growl, its hind legs trembling.

But then its eyes blinked, its nose quivered, and a look of confusion flashed across its face. It hesitantly moved its four short legs towards Fang Che.

Fang Che's knife glinted in his hand as he watched the little bear.

He vaguely felt a sense of familiarity.

"I've never seen a bear before, so why do I feel familiar?"

As Fang Che wondered, the little bear's steps quickened, and without hesitation, it rushed to Fang Che's feet and hugged his leg.

Its furry head rubbed against Fang Che, I've missed you so much!\" Its excited purrs filled the air.

It was as if they were long-lost relatives reuniting in the midst of a war-torn city.

"What's going on?"

Fang Che squatted down, looking into the little bear's bright eyes: "Little guy, I don't recognize you..."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed a tuft of white fur on the bear's head.

Between its eyes, on its forehead, was a tuft of white fur, soft and fluffy, contrasting with the black fur on the rest of its body.

This tuft of white fur, positioned above its eyes, immediately triggered Fang Che's memories.

"Holy shit!"

Fang Che was shocked. He lifted the little bear by the nape of its neck, examining it closely: "You... How did you get so small?!"

The little bear affectionately tilted its head, licked Fang Che's hand with its tongue, its eyes filled with affection and surprise.

"How the hell did you shrink like this?!"

Fang Che was amazed.

Holding the bear, which was at most the size of a small child, he examined it closely.

He was filled with disbelief.

This was the very bear from the Divine Plan, the one from the mysterious space!

A black bear with a tuft of white fur that seemed to appear out of nowhere...

Upon recognizing Fang Che, the little bear became even more excited.

It rubbed against Fang Che's leg, its eyes sparkling with joy.

Fang Che's doubts had yet to be resolved when he heard a whooshing sound.

Several snakes suddenly shot out from the grass, and countless snakes in the surrounding grass began to move simultaneously.

The blade flashed immediately.

Pfft!

Dozens of snakes were instantly cut down, but more snakes rushed from all directions.

The blade continued to flash, and Fang Che furrowed his brows.

He had lived here for so long and had never seen any snakes, but today, there were so many of them.

The grass rustled, and more snakes gathered.

There were also other creatures... golden-headed ants the size of fingertips and centipedes as long as an arm appeared one after another.

Fang Che's blade moved like a storm, and countless centipedes, ants, and snakes lost their lives under his blade. While fighting, he continuously arranged the firewood he had prepared earlier in circles around him.

He kept a distance of ten zhang from the house.

Finally... a spark ignited, and a huge fire blazed, forming a massive fiery circle.

Fang Che held the little bear in the center of the circle.

Countless snake corpses covered the entire ground, and then Fang Che's spiritual energy swept them away.

A series of shrill, miserable cries rang out.

These were the screams of snakes and insects being burned by the flames.

From start to finish, the little bear remained securely nestled in Fang Che's chest, its shiny little eyes watching the swarming snakes and insects without any fear.

Its small claws clutched Fang Che's chest, holding on tightly.

Whoosh!

Hundreds of arm-thick giant snakes flew through the air, and thousands of centipedes also took flight, crossing over the fire wall.

However, as they crossed the fire wall, the centipedes' wings were scorched by the flames, and they fell one after another, wailing in agony.

Fang Che's blade was cold and ruthless, and he continuously slashed out, killing batch after batch of snakes. Gradually, piles of snake corpses formed.

If Fang Che wanted to leave, he could do so at any time, but he was a little reluctant to leave his little home, and this was also an excellent opportunity for combat training.

The snakes and insects swarmed in from all directions, continuously testing his blade.

The Golden Horned Serpent coiled and danced in the air, absorbing all the death energy from the dead snakes and insects.

This was also a way to grow stronger.

From this perspective, this was a rare opportunity.

Moreover, with the treasure robe given by Chen Yin, he had no worries at all.

So, Fang Che calmly circulated his spiritual energy, and his blade was as cold as ice. He displayed all his sword techniques and then switched to a sword.

Although he didn't have a halberd, Fang Che still practiced with his blade, not taking it lightly.

After three rounds of practice, he directly summoned the Netherworld, and instantly, the gun's aura shook the heavens.

Streaks of cold electricity flashed like fireworks during the Spring Festival, or like a truck full of fireworks had caught fire, the density was indescribable...

As Fang Che continued to kill, he stepped out of the fire wall and expanded the circle while fighting.

Countless giant snakes, centipedes, ants, and some unknown venomous insects, no matter how small, were all killed one by one.

While fighting, he reinforced and heightened the fire wall. When he was exhausted, he propped up the Netherworld and leaped back to the center of the fire wall to rest for a while.

From the beginning to the end, the little bear curled up in his chest, its black and shiny eyes blinking as it watched the corpses outside.

Far from being afraid, it was excited, curious, and a little bewildered.

It seemed to be thinking: Wow, so many snakes have died, I can have a big feast now.

Dawn arrived.

A hissing sound came from the distance, shaking the void.

It was a giant snake king in the distance that Fang Che had noticed earlier, issuing commands.

Suddenly, all the surviving snakes and insects retreated like a tidal wave.

Leaving behind a ground full of corpses.

Some snakes had been cut into several segments, their bodies twitching and contorting.

This place returned to tranquility.

The bloody stench filled the sky, and even the air carried a faint pink hue.

The foul smell was overwhelming.

Fang Che had thoroughly enjoyed the night of slaughter, and by the end, his various techniques had become instinctual, the best moves executed without conscious thought.

The Golden Horned Serpent was also well-fed and satisfied.

It was a great victory and a fruitful harvest.

However, the smell was indeed quite unpleasant.

After a short rest, Fang Che rushed into the forest to chop down trees. Countless trees were felled, and patches of grass were cut down and spread out to dry. The trees were placed next to the fire to bake and quickly turned into dry firewood.

Trees rich in oil were Fang Che's top choice. He felled thousands of trees with a loud rumble, cutting them into segments with his blade.

The Netherworld gun picked up the firewood and piled it up.

These were his weapons.

If the snakes and insects came again at night, these oil-rich trees would make them drink their fill.

After finishing his preparations, it was already noon.

Fang Che had a meal, and the little bear watched his mouth with drooling eyes, its mouth watering as it stared at Fang Che's lips.

Fang Che glanced at it and waved his hand, throwing out several large fish from his spatial ring.

"Woof woof..."

The little bear's eyes lit up, and it wailed as it struggled out of Fang Che's embrace and pounced on the fish.

It bit and chewed eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste.

Finally, its belly was full, and its energy restored. Fang Che, without hesitation, grabbed the little bear that was still eating the fish.

He placed it in front of himself.

"Stand at attention!"

(End of Chapter)

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