The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 512: Night Emperor's Ghost Blade [Part 2] - Novel Cool

Chapter 512: Night Emperor's Ghost Blade [Part 2]

Chapter 512: Night Emperor's Ghost Blade [Part 2]

And so, Xue Wanren also successfully felt depressed...

"Let's return to Donghu Zhou. We'll take another route and kill all the bandits and mountain organizations along the way... Let's clear this road." Mo Gan Yun suggested.

"Good idea!"

Everyone's eyes lit up.

On this route, there were indeed very few innocent victims.

Without further ado, the four of them left the city that very night.

...

After a brief rest, Fang Che began to continuously clean up the underworld.

Every major city had an extremely vast underground drainage system, and this was a necessary task. Moreover, in general construction, these systems were designed to withstand heavy rainstorms.

Over time, these underground systems became the largest repositories of filth and grime in every city.

Donghu Zhou, being a large city, had an especially vast underground construction.

It was a sprawling network.

Imagine a city with a population of hundreds of millions, and the vastness of its underground world. To thoroughly clear the underworld, it would likely require millions of people, and even then, it might not be possible.

Therefore, Fang Che and the others primarily focused on causing disturbances and killing, while rescuing the unfortunate souls who had been captured and taken underground.

As for completely wiping out the underworld... it was simply impossible.

On this night, during their killing spree, they unexpectedly encountered a powerful expert. After a fierce battle, Qiu Yun Shang was seriously injured.

Fang Che quickly closed Qiu Yun Shang's wound and fed him the Dan Yun Divine Pill.

Dong Yun Yu stood by with a guilty expression, attending to him.

Just now, the opponent had slashed with a knife, aiming for the neck.

It was an extremely narrow corner, and one side of the pillar had collapsed, leaving only a narrow space. Dong Yun Yu flew past, searching for the enemy ahead.

But when he struck the collapsed pillar with a palm, he accidentally created a hole in the building behind it.

With his divine sense fully activated, monitoring everything, he found nothing. Yet, the opponent appeared like air.

In the flash of the blade, it had already reached the neck.

Qiu Yun Shang desperately rushed forward, pushing Dong Yun Yu away, and blocked the pressure with a sacrificial sword. However, due to the extreme narrowness, the opponent's blade took a bizarre turn, directly slicing into Qiu Yun Shang's abdomen.

Fang Che arrived just in time, kicking Dong Yun Yu away with a kick and pulling Qiu Yun Shang back by his collar, while simultaneously slicing his blade against the opponent's knife, grazing Qiu Yun Shang's abdomen.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Fang Che clearly smelled a strange and pungent stench of decay and saw a pair of lifeless eyes, almost devoid of any glimmer.

It was as if they belonged to a dead fish.

Yet, the opponent's knife tip was not lifeless at all, aiming straight for the throat.

Fang Che dodged, pushing away the approaching Feng Xiang Dong: "Don't come over here!"

The sound echoed in the muffled underground, rumbling and reverberating from all directions.

In the narrow space, there was hardly any room to maneuver. Only half of the opponent could only reveal half of their body, and Fang Che also had to sidestep to wield his knife.

The opponent's knife already glowed with a faint light, aiming for the heart.

Fang Che blocked it, his knife tip pointing at his chest; the opponent sidestepped, blocking with the back of their knife, their blade aiming for Fang Che's throat; Fang Che tilted his head back, his knife stabbing towards the opponent's throat; the opponent sidestepped, their blade stabbing towards Fang Che's dantian.

Fang Che also sidestepped, blocking with the side of his knife, and with a twist of his wrist, he pressed down the opponent's blade, stabbing back towards the opponent's dantian.

It was too narrow, even the attackable areas were the same.

The black shadow let out a sound of surprise.

Then, the body turned, and with seventeen continuous attacks, Fang Che didn't retreat, meeting each attack with his knife.

The sound of the clash was intense and continuous.

The opponent's dead fish-like eyes finally reacted, glinting in the darkness, and with a bizarre retreat, the half-collapsed pillar crashed towards Fang Che, a gray shadow flashed, and then disappeared without a trace.

Leaving behind two words: "Good knife!"

The stench of decay vanished in an instant.

Fang Che stepped back, using his palm to send the broken pillar flying.

He didn't pursue.

Immediately, he fed Qiu Yun Shang both the Dan Yun Divine Pill and the Tian Wang Dan, and with his palm, he began to infuse the spiritual energy of the Wu Liang Zhen Jing into him.

Only then did he feel his body drenched in cold sweat, suddenly pouring out like a waterfall.

Just now, in the extremely narrow space, he had exchanged ninety-seven deadly blows with the opponent.

Ninety-seven strikes, each one fatal! It was as if both sides had taken ninety-seven turns between life and death.

Under such circumstances, neither side had time to use their full strength, and they were entirely relying on their instincts to wield their knives.

But Fang Che could sense that the opponent's skill was higher than his own.

Only then did An Ruo Xing and the others rush in, and Qiu Yun Shang was already lying down. Dong Yun Yu immediately fed him the pill, and with Fang Che's two divine pills, but the wound was still slowly worsening, the poison extremely fierce.

Fang Che's Wu Liang Zhen Jing energy flowed in, suppressing the poison, and finally stabilizing the injury.

An expert!

Absolutely an expert! Fang Che's heart sank.

These past few days had been too smooth, and although he had expected such a vast underworld to have a few experts, he hadn't thought he would encounter one today.

Although the opponent's stab at Qiu Yun Shang was hasty, it was extremely vicious.

The knife's edge was also laced with deadly poison.

Qiu Yun Shang twisted his waist to dodge, avoiding the dantian, but his internal organs were still pierced.

A Dan Yun Divine Pill and a Heavenly King Pill, taken together with the Boundless True Sutra to suppress and neutralize the toxicity.

Only now has he barely recovered.

If it weren't for Fang Che's timely intervention, Qiu Yun Shang's stomach would have likely been reduced to a watery mess.

Even so, he still needed to tend to his injuries after leaving, as he wasn't fully healed.

Qiu Yun Shang had already reached the peak of the Imperial Rank, and the Dan Yun Divine Pill and Heavenly King Pill were said to heal any injury below the Sovereign Rank! In other words, injuries of the Sovereign Rank and above would not be so easily cured.

And Qiu Yun Shang was already on the verge of breaking into the Sovereign Rank.

Fang Che held the unconscious Qiu Yun Shang, channeling spiritual energy into him as he rushed out of the ground. Dong Yun Yu frantically followed behind, her face pale and eyes wild with madness.

The night's operation was temporarily put on hold.

Saving lives took priority.

Currently, a quarter of the entire Underworld had already been destroyed.

An Ruo Xing was still directing the encirclement and suppression.

"There's a master, an absolute master!"

This warning put An Ruo Xing on high alert, but even until dawn, nothing was discovered.

Meanwhile, Fang Che and Dong Yun Yu had already arrived at Zhao Shanhe's residence.

"Did you encounter Ghostblade?"

Zhao Shanhe's face paled at the sight of Qiu Yun Shang's injuries and the hole in his stomach where the poison had corroded the flesh.

He hurriedly took out the pills from the headquarters and fed them to Qiu Yun Shang. Then, using a blade, he reopened Qiu Yun Shang's stomach, finding and treating the wound inside.

Only then did he begin to catalyze the medicinal power.

"Fortunately, you had the Heavenly King Pill; otherwise, Qiu Yun Shang wouldn't have made it back alive."

Cold sweat beaded on Zhao Shanhe's forehead.

"Who is Ghostblade?"

Fang Che watched as Qiu Yun Shang's face, once deathly pale, now showed a hint of blood returning.

His pulse gradually strengthened, and as his cultivation resumed, Fang Che finally felt at ease enough to ask this question.

"The East Lake Night Emperor, Ghostblade!"

"Two thousand years ago, all the gray forces in the southeast belonged to the Night Emperor. In East Lake, and even in the southeast, he was the emperor in the shadows."

"Back then, the Night Emperor ruled the dark world of East Lake, and it wasn't as chaotic as it is now."

"Later, the Guardians repeatedly sought him out, but even when they deployed absolute masters, they couldn't find him. They could only negotiate through the air... and eventually, things quieted down."

"Then, for some unknown reason, people from the Solemn Righteous Sect came. They turned two of the Night Emperor's Eight Stars, supposedly by administering a Death Toxin and then betraying him. It's said that he personally killed the two traitors and, at the same time, beheaded Chang Yang, the ninety-third ranked weapon on the Solemn Righteous Sect's Cloud Armament Ranking."

"It's rumored that before the battle ended, several masters from the Solemn Righteous Sect arrived to intercept the Night Emperor. Among them were Gu Jingchu of the Severing Moon Blade, Li Yao of the Life and Death Sword, Jiang Wuwang, and others... Together, they surrounded and attacked the Night Emperor. After that battle, the Night Emperor never appeared again."

"And from then on, the dark world became leaderless, and after many years of development... it had already become a massive tumor..."

Doubt and uncertainty flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes. "According to the story, after being poisoned with the Death Toxin, betrayed by his subordinates, and then surrounded and attacked by three absolute masters... the Night Emperor should have died, right? How could he have reappeared and fought against you?"

Fang Che replied, "Not necessarily him. I feel that his cultivation, while higher than mine, isn't much greater."

"It's definitely him. The poison in Qiu Yun Shang's stomach is the residual effect of the Death Toxin forced out. Moreover, the Night Emperor surviving until now is already an absolute anomaly. To have cultivated to his current level after being poisoned by the Death Toxin for two thousand years is already a miracle."

Zhao Shanhe spoke with conviction.

"What is the Death Toxin?" Fang Che asked.

"The Death Toxin, as its name suggests, is a deadly poison. It's made by combining the eyes of the Five-Colored Fish from the deep sea with Corpse Toxin and Death Toxin—an incurable poison."

"The most obvious reaction to the poison is that the eyes turn lifeless, like those of a dead fish. Then, a putrid smell emanates from the body."

Zhao Shanhe explained.

Fang Che's heart chilled.

He suddenly recalled the other's lifeless eyes.

Hurriedly, he asked, "After being poisoned, does the body emit a putrid odor?"

Zhao Shanhe nodded. "Yes."

Fang Che was stunned. "To survive such a poison... it's possible with heavenly treasures to suppress it... but only the upper echelons of the Guardians and the Solemn Righteous Sect can completely cure it. For outsiders, this poison can only be forced out over the years using spiritual medicines and pure spiritual energy. So, anyone associated with it will be tainted by the Fish Oil Toxin. Like the poison in Qiu Yun Shang, it's similar to fish oil..."

"But this isn't the Death Toxin; it's a weakened version, with at least ninety percent less toxicity. That's why Qiu Yun Shang still has a breath left. If it were the Death Toxin... he'd likely be a corpse by now..."

Zhao Shanhe was still shaken.

He thought, if Dong Fang San San had placed those eight geniuses here, and one died within half a month of the operation...

He estimated that he'd be strung up and whipped at Guardian headquarters? Just then, a weak voice spoke, "Who... who... is talking nonsense... you just... just..."

"

Just as Qiu Yunshang woke up.

Dong Yunyu let out a joyful cry and rushed over, almost moved to tears, "You damn... you... you damn... you're finally awake!"

It was evident that Dong Yunyu wasn't being rude or cursing; he was just at a loss for words.

Qiu Yunshang rolled his eyes and weakly said, "I... at least saved your life. Can you... be a little more civilized?"

"You still want to be civilized with me... alright then."

Dong Yunyu excitedly said, "I've been feeling terrible. I've been thinking all the way here about what kind of flowers to use to make a wreath for your grave to express my feelings..."

Qiu Yunshang stared at him in disbelief, finally pleading, "Fang Da, I... it hurts. Knock me out. I can't stand this damn mouth of yours..."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Yes, it's better when you're asleep..."

"I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Dong Yunyu delivered a clean and swift punch to Qiu Yunshang's temple.

With satisfaction, he said, "There's someone asking for a beating..."

Qiu Yunshang passed out without a sound.

Dong Yunyu turned around and saw that Fang Che and Zhao Shanhe were both looking at him with awe-struck eyes.

"What... what's wrong?" Dong Yunyu asked. "Wasn't this what he wanted?"

"..."

The two shook their heads and walked out.

Fang Che said, "Take good care of him."

Dong Yunyu nodded.

Fang Che continued, "Be careful. He's severely injured. Don't let him die."

"I understand!" Dong Yunyu responded.

Although he had been acting shamelessly, the worry between his brows didn't lessen much, even though he tried to conceal it. Fang Che noticed it.

Zhao Shanhe was seen leaving.

Fang Che stopped at the doorway and said, "Dong Yunyu."

Dong Yunyu turned around, "Yes?"

"It's not your fault."

Fang Che explained, "It was an unexpected situation. Anyone would have done the same. If Qiu Yunshang encountered such a crisis, you would have done the same. So... you understand."

Dong Yunyu was stunned, then pursed his lips and said, "I understand!"

"So... if you're truly grateful, in the future, commit fewer offenses in front of us, and we'll be eternally grateful."

Dong Yunyu furrowed his brows and sincerely said, "Fang Da, I never act shamelessly."

"Shameless!"

Fang Che blurted out, cursing, and turned to leave.

Dong Yunyu watched as Fang Che walked away.

He let out a soft sigh.

He dragged a chair to Qiu Yunshang's bedside and sat down. After a long while, he murmured, "Thank you!"

Fang Che had already left.

Qiu Yunshang was still unconscious, and no one heard him.

Fang Che walked out of the main gate, and as expected, Zhao Shanhe was still waiting under a distant tree.

Fang Che sighed.

Zhao Shanhe always did this, and Fang Che felt like a lovesick youth waiting for his lover under a distant tree, which made him feel a bit nauseous.

He didn't feel like going over anymore.

But there was something on his mind that he needed Zhao Shanhe to clarify... never mind, never mind, the lover had arrived.

Zhao Shanhe watched from a distance as Fang Che approached with a 'restrained' gait, which seemed a bit odd.

You have a bunch of questions for me, and you're acting all dignified and restrained, taking such steady and composed steps, clearly conveying a sense of restraint. Suddenly, Fang Che felt infuriated, as if he were the one begging Zhao Shanhe to come over.

At this thought, Zhao Shanhe huffed, "Fang Che, you're walking with such restraint and dignity. I presume you have some instructions for Zhao?"

His words carried a peculiar tone.

But Fang Che's words shut Zhao Shanhe's mouth.

"Chief Zhao, how many of the disabled children you've gathered these days have been claimed? What's the total number now?"

Zhao Shanhe was at a loss for words.

This was a problem he couldn't shake off, a painful topic he couldn't discuss.

"The rescued children now total sixteen thousand seven hundred. Among them, six thousand are healthy and whole, and about eight thousand have minor disabilities."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Most of these have been claimed."

"So, there are over nine thousand left?" Fang Che asked.

"Among these nine thousand, some can still be cured. There are three thousand seven hundred in this group. Over two thousand have parents who are accompanying them through rehabilitation and haven't left yet."

Zhao Shanhe explained.

Fang Che was getting annoyed. "Just say it directly. How many haven't been claimed?"

Zhao Shanhe was flustered. "I... there are over nine thousand left."

"Well, then you can handle it yourself. I bid you farewell."

Fang Che turned to leave.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed him, "Fang Che, Fang Che... you can't leave."

"I'm just a lowly subordinate and can't help..."

Fang Che looked at the sky, "Look, the stars are so bright. Since I can't help, I just want to gaze at the stars for a while."

Zhao Shanhe looked around, seeing no one, and holding Fang Che's clothes, saying, "Of course, I'll tell you the details."

"I'm not listening."

Zhao Shanhe simply hugged his shoulders and pleaded, "You're so young, but your temper is so big... I'm also worried... come, come, come..."

When Fang Che was hugged, his whole body went soft—this shameless old man was directly pinching Fang Che's neck muscles.

While embracing her and walking towards the shadows, he squeezed her tightly.

"You said... don't squeeze..."

Fang Che shivered uncontrollably.

Once they reached the tree, Zhao Shanhe sighed, "You guessed right. There are nearly ninety thousand children with disabilities who have not been claimed. After last night, another batch will emerge... By tomorrow, the number will likely exceed one hundred thousand. The children turned into clay figurines... Not a single one has been claimed!"

Zhao Shanhe's face was filled with sorrow, "This is truly a tragedy in the human world."

Over ninety thousand, and this number was still increasing!

Hearing this staggering number, Fang Che's heart also grew heavy.

"How can there be so many? How many people are there in Donghu Zhou in total? With so many missing women and children, how can it not be noticeable on the surface?" Fang Che felt a hint of anger, but he didn't know who to direct it towards.

"Individually, it's a lot. But if you spread it out over each year, the number becomes very small. The entire Donghu Zhou, along with the surrounding areas under its jurisdiction, has a population of over six hundred million!"

"You see this as a large number, but spread out among six hundred million people, do you still think it's a lot? Do you know how many people are born each year? How many die each year? Those numbers are just a fraction of the number of these children!"

"Every year, people mysteriously disappear, die, or vanish. The actual number of missing women and children is several times higher than the official statistics!"

Zhao Shanhe spoke with a sense of powerlessness, "It's not that we aren't doing our jobs, but... it's truly impossible to prevent or catch them all! The profits are too great, so great that people are willing to risk their lives for it. You only see these gangs, but do you think the neighbors and locals of these missing children are all innocent? Too many people have committed heinous acts, and they will never be known or punished!"

"Fang Che, this is the human world! It has always been like this! It has never been filled with smiles and flowers; it has always been bloody! From ancient times to the present, to the future, and to the infinite future, it will always be the same! Even without the Solemn Righteous Sect, it would still be the same!"

"What is the law? The law is the most basic form of behavioral constraint, but it can never truly punish the conscience! The law has never been fair, nor has it ever been just! It has never been a measure of morality!"

Zhao Shanhe spoke with a heavy heart, "Even if you have the power of life and death, you can't truly achieve a satisfying resolution, let alone ordinary people? We can only do what we can to prevent this world from being consumed by darkness and gray, doing as much as we can."

"That's all we can do!"

"What about these ninety thousand children with disabilities who have not been claimed? Perhaps some of their parents have truly passed away, but have all the parents of these ninety thousand children died? Not a single one survived? But if they see that these children will become a burden to their families, what can you do? Even if you have the power of life and death, what can you do to these people?"

Zhao Shanhe asked sharply.

Fang Che fell silent.

After a long while, he let out a soft sigh. He didn't want to discuss this exhausting topic anymore.

He wasn't in the mood to joke anymore and asked, "Are these children's injuries beyond repair?"

"Yes."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Unless you have the most gentle and high-quality treasure that can treat a Saint-level injury, only then can they be healed... Their low-level bodies can't handle it..."

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh.

High-level gentle medicine could be tolerated, but low-level ones couldn't. Most people wouldn't understand this, but he himself was clear about it.

But if he said this, there was basically no hope.

Where could they find so many of these medicines on the continent? Even many high-level martial artists were still waiting in line for them.

"Can these children move?" Fang Che asked, "I remember none of them were immobile."

"Of course. If those scumbags want them to beg on the streets, how can they not move? If their legs can't move, their arms can; if their arms can't, their legs can."

Zhao Shanhe said, "But most of their joints have been severely damaged."

Zhao Shanhe sighed, "That's the situation."

"Is there enough money?" Fang Che asked.

"For now, the money is sufficient. After all, this is just the seizure from these days, and it's already an extremely large number."

"What about the venue?"

"It's been chosen. Just as you said, we'll use that piece of land and demolish the houses there."

Fang Che was speechless, "You followed my instructions to the letter without any changes. Then why do you need me? You have the money, the venue, and the people. What else do you need me for?"

"Those scumbags aren't that obedient. You need to be the headmaster..."

Zhao Shanhe said with a smirk.

"Stop!"

Fang Che turned around and glared at him, "Zhao Shanhe, you're going too far! Me, as the headmaster? Are you sure about this?!"

(End of Chapter)

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