The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 458: Dongfang Sansan's Expectations [10,000 Words] (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 458: Dongfang Sansan's Expectations [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

Chapter 458: Dongfang Sansan's Expectations [10,000 Words] (Part 2)

.. The two of you together are a perfect match, a powerful alliance."

"..."

Fang Che stared at Xue Fuxiao in disbelief.

What kind of talk is this?

Hidden depth? Are you complimenting me? In my two lifetimes, I've never heard such a profound compliment!

I can't believe it!

"Now, let's talk about you."

"What reward do you want?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

Fang Che chuckled, sounding a bit dispirited, "The reward I want... I'm currently under investigation and suspension, so I can't expect too much."

"You little rascal!"

Xue Fuxiao chided, "Don't you know why this is? Do you really think they'll find anything in the investigation?"

"I know..." Fang Che said, "That's why I don't expect much in terms of rewards."

"So I'll have to compensate you in other ways. Night Demon." Xue Fuxiao said.

"No, no..."

Fang Che was shocked, "Those four words coming from your mouth are so startling... Please don't call me that."

This is true.

When he heard the words 'Night Demon' escape Xue Fuxiao's mouth, Fang Che's heart skipped a beat, and his scalp went numb.

Xue Fuxiao smiled, "But this time, the things you brought back are truly useful. Whether it's the snake pearls, centipede pearls, inner pills, or even those snake skins, they all have great value. And there's an ample quantity, not to mention the other Heavenly Materials and Treasures..."

"So, feel free to make any requests."

Fang Che fell into deep thought and said, "First, I want a spatial ring."

This had been his long-standing desire, especially after his time in the Yin-Yang Realm, it had become an obsession.

Xue Fuxiao nodded, "That's not a big issue, but you must be cautious and not expose yourself. After all, your cultivation is too low. If you're targeted just because of a ring, it would be a huge loss."

"I can learn from Dong Yun Yu... He never exposed himself," Fang Che said.

"Then that's good. Being cautious never hurts." Xue Fuxiao agreed.

This matter didn't even need to go through Dongfang Sansan;As Xue Fuxiao allowed him to make requests, Fang Che didn't hold back and asked for everything he needed, opening his mouth wide like a lion.

After all, he was about to get a spatial ring.

Asking for more supplies wasn't a big deal.

Moreover, compared to his own harvest this time, what he was asking for was just a drop in the bucket.

Indeed, Xue Fuxiao agreed to all his requests.

In his opinion, even without Fang Che's contributions, giving these things wouldn't be a big deal. Furthermore, this harvest had significantly elevated the entire foundation of the Guardians!

It was worth it!

"Anything else?"

"Oh, there's one more thing." Fang Che said, "I have the Supreme Ruler's autobiography here. The Supreme Ruler's entire life story is recorded in it..."

Xue Fuxiao's eyes lit up like light bulbs at the mention of the Supreme Ruler's autobiography. "The Supreme Ruler's autobiography? The Black Gold Spear Demon's autobiography?"

"Yes."

"It must be published throughout the world! For our Guardian Continent, this is a tremendous source of inspiration! A heroic predecessor, fighting alone against the world, turning the tide, a pillar of strength... The Supreme Ruler is a one-man force! How can such a hero's deeds be buried?"

Xue Fuxiao was thrilled.

For a martial arts fanatic like him, the allure of the Supreme Ruler's autobiography even surpassed that of the Heavenly Materials and Treasures! An idol!

Fang Che's mouth twitched slightly.

Thinking of the content spanning 1.6 million characters... he couldn't help but feel a cramp in his calf.

"Should I give it to you? Will you pass it on to the Ninth Lord?"

"Yes."

"I think it needs editing and condensing."

"You don't have to worry about that. Let the Ninth Lord edit it and sign it as if he compiled it himself... Haha."

Xue Fuxiao was brimming with confidence.

"Really? That's great!" Fang Che exclaimed with excitement, his mind imagining Dongfang Sansan's expression of dismay. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Where's the autobiography?"

"At my place, Scholar's Residence."

"The name you chose for your residence is really... Scholar's Residence, Scholar... Hmm... As if you could..." Fang Che scoffed.

Xue Fuxiao chuckled, "Then let's go. I'll give you that Soul Nourishing Yin-Yang Root... Yes, for your wife's beauty regimen. Hmm... This reason is truly..."

Then, the two of them left the cave, with Xue Fuxiao holding onto Fang Che and flying through the sky towards Scholar's Residence.

In mid-air, Fang Che turned back to look at the cave entrance, feeling a strange sense of secrecy, as if he were a secret lover meeting his mistress in a hidden place...

He couldn't help but shudder: If I and Xue Fuxiao are secret lovers, who is the man and who is the mistress?

They arrived at Scholar's Residence.

From the sky, he saw Ye Meng practicing her sword in the courtyard.

Suddenly, Fang Che felt a surge of longing and the joy of a long-awaited reunion.

To outsiders, it had only been ten days, but for Fang Che, it had been a whole decade since he last saw Ye Meng!

A decade!

Do you know how I've lived these ten years, Ye Meng? I've been alone... Cough, sleeping alone every night.

Do you know what it's like for a man who has tasted the forbidden fruit to live alone for ten years?

It's like I want to explode the moment I see you...

Fang Che descended from the sky.

And Xue Fuxiao silently went to the study to wait.

After all, he couldn't just blatantly appear.

Fang Che's brush made a sound as he descended, and Ye Meng let out a surprised cry, laughing, said, "Why did it take so long this time? It's been ten days since you came back."

He walked forward and, as usual, tidied Fang Che's clothes.

His face was filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion, brimming with tenderness.

Fang Che couldn't hold back his longing and tightly embraced Ye Meng, holding her close, "You almost made me die of longing..."

Ye Meng's face immediately turned red, and she was held tightly in his embrace, whispering, "No need... It's only been ten days... Was these ten days really hard for you?"

"These ten days..."

Fang Che sighed, burying his nose in Ye Meng's hair, inhaling the fragrant scent, and murmuring, "These ten days... It's really been ten years... "

Ye Meng gently hugged him back, and said softly, "Be good, let me go first. I'll make dinner. What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Tonight, we have vegetables. You don't need to cook."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Wait for me for a while. I'll go to the study to handle some matters."

"Okay."

The two exchanged a smile, and Ye Meng didn't practice her sword skills. Instead, she started considering what to eat for dinner and even got some wine specifically.

He tidied up the courtyard a bit to avoid Fang Che seeing it and having to clean up. He was already so tired from being outside...

While busy, Ye Meng's face revealed a happy smile.

During the ten days when Fang Che wasn't home, he constantly worried about her. His heart was always uneasy.

Now, he had finally returned.

In the moment Fang Che returned, seeing his face, Ye Meng truly felt... she really had nothing to worry about.

Her heart suddenly felt at ease, as if her soul had found solace and satisfaction.

The longing that had filled her eyes for ten days transformed into reassurance. While working, a smile couldn't help but curve her lips, and she even hummed a little tune.

Thinking of Fang Che's tight embrace and the affection he showed towards her, Ye Meng couldn't help but feel more comfortable in her heart.

With a flushed face, humming a tune, she happily worked.

Fang Che went to the study, and Xue Fuxiao had already taken out two Soul Nourishing Yin-Yang Roots.

"Are these the largest ones?"

Fang Che asked.

"You're the best, Xue!"

Xue Fuxiao rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I think they're about the same size. I dug them myself, and I know they're big. Each root is over a thousand pounds. These are obviously the largest ones."

Fang Che was very satisfied, "Xue is truly reliable."

Xue Fuxiao didn't feel like speaking.

With so many things, why should I bother bringing you the smaller ones and then get mocked by you? You dug them yourself, don't you have a sense of how big they are?

"Where's the autobiography?"

"It's here."

Fang Che bent down and took out a large box of Soul Jade Slips from the bottom drawer of the study.

He placed it on the table with a 'Duang' sound.

Looking at the full box, Xue Fuxiao slowly opened his mouth, "So... many? All of them?"

"Yes, all of them. There are a total of thirty-six Soul Jade Slips. Each one contains about five hundred thousand words. Altogether, it's sixteen million words."

Fang Che's expression was as if he had taken out a pile of hot potatoes, "These are all personally written by Jun Lin."

"It's truly..."

Xue Fuxiao's face was filled with astonishment.

To be honest, there aren't many things that can make Xue Fuxiao feel this way in this world. But today, his perception was completely refreshed.

The feeling of speechlessness was so overwhelming that Xue Fuxiao even felt thunderbolts in his mind, leaving him dizzy and dazzled.

Jun Lin, his idol for life...

He wrote an autobiography of sixteen million words? Xue Fuxiao was speechless, "Have you read it?"

"I have."

"Sixteen million words... Did he write about using something to wipe his butt every time he goes to the toilet?"

"..."

Fang Che's face turned red.

Because inside... there really was such content.

The most mind-blowing part was that the bedroom scenes were described in great detail.

After reading them, it felt like experiencing it personally.

This led to Fang Che seeking out Ye Meng for 'practice' every time he finished reading.

Since obtaining the Soul Jade Slips, Fang Che hadn't read other parts much. However, there were several Jade Slips specifically dedicated to the bedroom scenes, and he had gone through them multiple times...

As a result, those few Jade Slips had changed in color and become smoother.

Now, he had finally returned. There was a bit of reluctance to part with these items because he wouldn't be able to see them again. Dongfang Sansan would never release them.

"Is there anything else?"

"Everything is here."

"Then I'll take my leave."

Xue Fuxiao put away the Soul Jade Slips and soared into the sky, flying at high speed. Even at this height, he still felt that today's events were truly amazing. There was no exaggeration in saying that Fang Che had brought out more items than all the other sects and mountain gates combined, and the quality far exceeded theirs. When I first saw them, I was shocked, no, even astounded!"

Xue Fuxiao praised Fang Che, "This guy is truly capable!"

At the Guardian Headquarters.

As soon as Dongfang Sansan saw Xue Fuxiao's message, his originally tired self instantly became energized.

Xue Fuxiao usually didn't lie to him, so if he said so, then Fang Che's harvest this time must be earth-shattering!

Thinking about how the Guardians were lacking in resources and heritage, Dongfang Sansan's face couldn't help but show a long-lost smile.

"That's truly not bad."

I need to think carefully about how to reward Fang Che. You don't have to say it, but rewarding him is indeed a bit of a dilemma for me."

Dongfang Sansan smiled, feeling a sense of relief.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders ease, his entire body felt light and carefree. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, and he was truly enjoying it.

Suddenly, Xue Fuxiao narrated the entire journey, describing every detail meticulously.

Dongfang Sansan listened intently.

As he listened, he mainly inquired about Sun Xiaoyang's news: "What was Sun Xiaoyang's attitude towards Ziwei Dadi, and how intense was Ziwei Dadi's reaction?"

"Did he kill people from the Heavenly Palace, Underworld, Azure Shadow Palace, Netherworld Palace, and Purple Robe Palace? Were they all team leaders? Then I'll immediately investigate the identities and statuses of these deceased individuals within their respective organizations. This matter requires some thought; is there room for maneuver?"

"What about Feng Yun? Is he truly that exceptional? And Yan Beihan as well? It seems that their friends and subordinates are not ordinary either, and their peers who can compete with them are not to be taken lightly. It appears that after so many generations of decline, the Only Righteous Sect has finally produced a new generation of leaders..."

Dongfang Sansan felt a bit concerned about this.

"Is the Underworld truly infuriated? Is it truly a complete split? There's no apparent rupture, and the higher-ups haven't spoken out, right? That's not the case. It's not a complete split, as the young ones hold deep grudges, but the older generation may not. Their future may hold promise, but they don't represent the sect now."

Dongfang Sansan's mind raced: "This matter needs a little more fire."

"I'll consider this matter, you don't need to worry about it."

"What about Fang Laoliu? Are the materials for his recovery ready? That's great, a good thing. Who is Fang Laoliu? You don't need to worry about that."

Finally: "It's basically as I expected, with some minor differences. Given Sun Xiaoyang's temperament, it did develop that way. Hmm, as for the Fengyun Qi matter... You just do it, don't worry about the rest."

Is it exactly as you expected?

Xue Fuxiao flew with a peculiar expression on his face.

"Then, brother, I'll show you something different."

"By the way, I also obtained Jun Lin's autobiography from Fang Che."

Xue Fuxiao dropped a bombshell: "It's been so long, and times have changed. Should we polish it?"

"Jun Lin's autobiography?!"

Dongfang Sansan was genuinely surprised, his fingers trembling.

What a treasure! A true treasure!

If he could see it, publishing this autobiography would shake the entire continent's martial artists.

This is the most advantageous weapon!

It can fundamentally change many things! Especially for young martial artists, this is like a spiritual bomb!

"Polishing is necessary, and I'll personally handle it later. I don't trust others with this matter."

Dongfang Sansan smiled, saying: "When the time comes, we'll distribute it across the world, and just say it was written by me, Dongfang Sansan, and that Xue Fuxiao also participated in the polishing. This way, we can add another layer of prestige. Haha, this trip was truly worthwhile."

Xue Fuxiao quickly refused: "No, no, no... You can sign it yourself. I'm a sword user, not a writer. It would be laughable."

"That's fine too. If you're unwilling, then forget it."

Dongfang Sansan laughed: "How much longer until you reach headquarters? I'm getting impatient, and it's been so many years since I've felt this way."

"Soon. I guarantee you'll be shocked."

Xue Fuxiao flew swiftly through the clouds and mist, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Good!"

Dongfang Sansan felt relieved and smiled: "Since you dare to say that, I'll wait for your surprise."

So he joked: "Little Xue, you better prepare. If I'm not shocked, what will you say?"

Xue Fuxiao was serious: "I guarantee that if my eyes don't pop out, I won't be named Xue! You don't know, when I first saw it, my eyes didn't even blink, and my heart didn't beat."

Dongfang Sansan became even more eager to hear this.

It had been so many years, and this was the first time Xue Fuxiao had spoken so boldly.

His mood became even more pleasant, and he even felt like jumping for joy, unable to hold back his laughter.

The eagerness to see the outcome was overwhelming.

He didn't hold back, his face filled with laughter, and he went out with a spring in his step to inspect the hall. He knew that his current mood was rare, so he wanted to share it with others.

He also knew that his pleasant mood had a stimulating effect on the hearts of everyone at the Guardian headquarters.

So, of course, he went out for a stroll. Dongfang Sansan's ruthlessness was that he even used his own emotions at all times. Even subtle emotions!

As expected, Dongfang Sansan returned with a beaming smile, and the people in the hall couldn't help but feel unusually cheerful, their spirits lifting."

The Ninth Lord smiled!

The situation was excellent!

Although he didn't speak, the speed at which he handled matters increased, and he didn't even seem tired."

Watching Dongfang Sansan return with a cheerful smile, circling once, and then leaving, everyone began whispering.

"The Ninth Lord is so happy today... It's as if my heart is brightened..."

"There must be great news!"

Everyone was eager and curious.

Dongfang Sansan returned to his room, gazing out the window. He eagerly awaited, when would they arrive? Finally, half a day later, at the edge of his vision.

In the clouds, a white figure flashed.

Xue Fuxiao's tall figure appeared!

Dongfang Sansan's heart skipped a beat.

They're here!

(End of Chapter)

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