The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 520: Night Emperor's Visit [Two in One] - Novel Cool

Chapter 520: Night Emperor's Visit [Two in One]

Chapter 520: Night Emperor's Visit [Two in One]

Qiu Yun Shang stood on the side, looking aggrieved, "Brother Fang... I got poisoned and injured, they didn't believe me... and even beat me up."

Fang Che nodded in empathy, "Don't get upset. It's normal to get beaten up when others improve and you don't. You have to learn to accept it. If you can't keep up in the future, you'll get beaten up even more."

Qiu Yun Shang twisted his face, "Brother Fang, you know how to comfort people."

Mo Gan Yun clenched his fists and rubbed his palms, saying, "Brother Fang, Qiu Yun Shang is a lesson for you."

Fang Che frowned at the two dissatisfied men in front of him, feeling that there were too few people around. He turned and asked, "Jing Shuanggao, aren't you going to step up?"

Jing Shuanggao shrank back, "No matter how we argue, it's not my turn to be the boss. Why should I go up and get beaten?"

"That's truly a clean fight."

Fang Che gave Jing Shuanggao a thumbs up.

Facing the morning sun, he said, "Since you're all so eager to get beaten up, you two, who's going first?"

Yu Zhong Ge spoke up, "I'll go first."

Before he finished speaking, his body transformed into a flash of lightning, and he punched towards Fang Che's face.

Boom!

The two of them started fighting.

As the fight began, the others indeed saw Yu Zhong Ge's improvement. He fought steadily and firmly, and he seemed to have the upper hand.

Fang Che, on the other hand, seemed a bit overwhelmed. He could only defend against Yu Zhong Ge's attacks, and he was forced into a disadvantageous position.

Everyone was shocked.

Yu Zhong Ge had improved so much? Could he actually fight against Brother Fang?

After ten moves, Fang Che was still at a disadvantage, and he had been hit several times. Yu Zhong Ge remained unscathed.

After a hundred moves, Fang Che was still at a disadvantage... Yu Zhong Ge was still untouched.

After a thousand moves, Fang Che was still stubbornly holding on at a disadvantage... Yu Zhong Ge was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

After a thousand and five hundred moves, Fang Che was still at a disadvantage.

Yu Zhong Ge's face turned pale, and he staggered, but he continued to fight.

After two thousand moves... Fang Che was still gasping for breath, standing in front of him.

Lying on the ground in front of Fang Che was Yu Zhong Ge, his face pale, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

His eyes rolled back, and he was almost out of breath.

"Damn it!"

Everyone was stunned.

No one had expected that Yu Zhong Ge, who had been dominating with his vigor and vitality, would be exhausted, while Fang Che, who had been at a disadvantage, was still standing.

"I... I..."

Yu Zhong Ge lay on the ground, his throat rasping, his eyes rolling back as he spoke in a broken voice, "I... I was always on top..."

Everyone sympathized, "Yes, we saw it. You didn't lose, you just got tired..."

Yu Zhong Ge was even more exhausted by this statement.

Yu Zhong Ge never imagined in his wildest dreams that he would tire himself out directly on the battlefield due to his unending strength.

Even after tapping into his potential, he still couldn't defeat Fang Che.

Not a shred of strength could be squeezed out of his Dantian, and his entire body was completely exhausted.

"I clearly just needed a little more strength... to finish off Brother Fang... but I just couldn't muster that last bit."

Yu Zhong Ge was in a pitiful state.

"I was just a little short... I could have been the boss..."

Everyone chuckled.

Fang Che was also panting, his throat rasping as he looked at Mo Gan Yun, "Little Cloud, let me rest for a bit."

With Yu Zhong Ge's experience as a lesson, Mo Gan Yun didn't dare let him rest. Following the principle of beating a fallen opponent, he roared, "Who do you call 'Little Cloud'? No rest! Come on!"

With a thunderous roar, Mo Gan Yun leaped forward.

Mo Gan Yun had calculated well. Once Fang Che recovered, he would likely end up like Yu Zhong Ge due to his physical build. This kind of endurance battle would not favor Fang Che.

Therefore, speed was crucial.

Mo Gan Yun pressed forward like a mountain, and Fang Che, caught off guard, roared, "Do you have no shame? A tag team battle!"

Mo Gan Yun replied, "You can't be the boss with shame!"

These words angered Fang Che, who felt insulted.

With a clenched jaw, he said, "You're asking for a beating!"

Fang Che fought with all his might, and the two clashed with a resounding boom.

Mo Gan Yun knew that in terms of combat skills and strength, he was no match for Fang Che. The only advantage he might have was his spirit energy, which was several levels higher than Fang Che's!

He intended to force a direct clash, pushing Fang Che to his limits, where he was less agile, and they exchanged blows.

Fang Che seemed to be at his wit's end and roared, "Mo Gan Yun, do you really think I fear you!"

And so, they truly clashed head-on.

Mo Gan Yun thought, "He's fallen for my plan!"

And so, they exchanged palms dozens of times, then kicks, and then various other moves.

Everyone around them watched with wide eyes, and Yu Zhong Ge, Qiu Yun Shang, and Jing Shuanggao felt a tingling in their teeth, as if they were witnessing a familiar yet strange scene. They recalled Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun's battle when they first entered school.

Except for their increased cultivation, this battle was a replay of that first fight, without any differences.

As the two people in the arena unleashed their powerful kicks, Yu Zhong Ge silently crawled up and stood behind Jingshuanggao, hugging his shoulders for support. With little strength left in his body, he muttered, "I'm sure of it. We've been tricked again."

Jingshuanggao disdainfully replied, "You and Mo Gan Yun have been tricked. It has nothing to do with me. Don't drag me into this. I have no part in this."

The intense battle raged on, both sides sweating profusely. Mo Gan Yun's legs and arms turned purple from the relentless combat.

However, the fighting spirit remained high, and the more they fought, the more exhilarating it became.

Mo Gan Yun's temperament was such that he fought with the determination to battle until the end of time. Even as his spiritual energy depleted, relying solely on his physical strength, he still managed to hold his ground against Fang Che, neither gaining nor losing.

At this moment, he felt like his entire being was on fire.

Yu Zhong Ge, observing Mo Gan Yun's state, couldn't help but feel anxious. If Mo Gan Yun continued to fight with such endurance, he might very well beat him to death.

Moreover, even if someone with slightly higher innate talent than Mo Gan Yun were to face him in this heated battle, the final victor would undoubtedly be Mo Gan Yun.

Such a person was born for the battlefield.

However, looking into Fang Che's eyes, Yu Zhong Ge felt an even greater sense of terror. Mo Gan Yun, being in the heat of the battle, knew only to attack fiercely. But Yu Zhong Ge, as an observer, recognized the vast and profound combat prowess of Fang Che.

In his eyes, Mo Gan Yun was like a raging torrent, rushing down from a towering mountain, sweeping through everything in its path.

But when faced with Fang Che, it was as if this raging torrent had collided with the vast ocean! The impact created a tumultuous display of waves and splashes.

Yet, the ocean remained unmoved, its deep waters undisturbed, not a ripple in sight.

It was as if the ocean had absorbed all of Mo Gan Yun's attacks, accepting them without resistance.

Everyone had witnessed the clash of the two torrents, assuming it was a balanced battle. But no one expected that on the other side of the ocean, it was calm, with not a ripple in sight.

"Damn, we've been played again..."

Yu Zhong Ge's sigh extinguished any thoughts of rivalry.

He truly acknowledged Fang Che's superiority.

In the arena, a series of violent strikes echoed as both fighters leaped into the air, exchanging twenty-seven kicks.

They landed with a mighty thud.

Mo Gan Yun's face was flushed, his head steaming with heat. Sweat flowed like a stream down his body.

He glared at Fang Che and hissed, "Fang Che! Aren't you going down?"

Fang Che's face was also covered in sweat. He smiled and said, "I'm counting to three!"

"Three, two..."

Before he could say "one," Mo Gan Yun, like a towering mountain, crashed to the ground. He was completely exhausted.

But even as he fell, he stared at Fang Che, "You... You... Why won't you go down?"

Fang Che wiped his face and said, "I'll finish Jingshuanggao first, then I'll go down. It's your turn!"

Mo Gan Yun, with wide eyes, began to question his existence: What does it mean to finish Jingshuanggao first?

Jingshuanggao shook his head like a drum, "Fang Che... I didn't provoke you. If you want to settle a score, don't involve me. If you want to fight me, I'll just stand here and let you beat me up. No need to fight."

"Really?"

"Really, really."

Fang Che sighed, "Xue Wanren? What about you?"

Xue Wanren shook his head repeatedly, "Only these two fools have the ambition to usurp the throne. I have no such thoughts. I'm just the seventh brother. I only need to suppress the youngest brother. The rest is unimportant to me."

Feng Xiang Dong clenched his teeth, his face turning black. He grunted in frustration.

Fang Che, on the other hand, was fine. He casually walked up to Mo Gan Yun and looked at his legs, now swollen like an elephant's.

Then, he lifted his pants, revealing a pair of slightly bluish legs. He stomped and asked, "Little Yun Yun, why can't you learn your lesson? Every time, you remember the beatings but not the lessons. How can this be?"

Mo Gan Yun asked hopefully.

"Not only will I not go down, I can walk, run, and even do a big jump... Hey, jump!"

Fang Che leaped into the air, twirled, and landed gracefully, not a speck of dust stirred.

He landed in front of Mo Gan Yun like a willow catkin, "Surprised? Excited?"

Mo Gan Yun rolled his eyes and fainted.

Damn it, I'm so tired. You didn't even do anything. If you hadn't acted like that, I wouldn't have even come...

This time, I've been truly tricked.

And it was his own doing again.

"Xiang Dong, Qiu Yun Shang, take these two and carry them to rest."

Fang Che gave the order.

Feng Xiang Dong, like a wolf, picked up the exhausted Yu Zhong Ge and dragged Mo Gan Yun, whose body was now bluish, by one leg and pulled him into the room.

Both of them, with lifeless eyes and faces full of doubt, stared at the sky as their heads bumped against the steps without any reaction.

Amidst the laughter of the others, Xue Wanren and Jingshuanggao heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't me! What a relief!

Fang Che also felt incredibly refreshed, as the sparring with Mo Gan Yun and Yu Zhong Ge had fully awakened his cultivation, seamlessly integrating it into his being.

In fact, when Yu Zhong Ge made his move, there was still some stiffness in his movements, giving him a wrinkled sensation.

However, halfway through the fight, things started to flow smoothly. By the end, he had already digested a good portion of it.

When Mo Gan Yun charged with such ferocity, slamming into him like a ten-thousand-pound hammer, it was precisely what Fang Che needed! If he hadn't been so aggressive, Fang Che wouldn't have known how to respond!

Finally, after Mo Gan Yun had hammered him with all his might, Fang Che felt like a ten-thousand-pound hammer himself, and after a few thousand strikes, he had been forged from two pieces of high steel into a single piece!

This truly spoke volumes about Mo Gan Yun's strength.

"If any of you want to spar with me in the future, just say so."

Fang Che spoke sincerely, "I don't mind using family secret tactics. We're all brothers, and sparring is normal."

Everyone shook their heads, offering sincere smiles, "Hehe... We're not idiots..."

Just then, a figure in black approached from the distant gate.

He was very thin and tall, and the black robe on his body seemed to be draped over a bamboo pole.

As he walked in the sunlight, he gave off the impression of a hellish gate opening behind him, from which he emerged, floating lightly.

He gave off a strong sense of clarity; the sunlight shone in front of him, yet it didn't illuminate him. Behind him was hell, yet it didn't envelop him either!

He walked lightly, facing everyone, but no one could see his face.

As he approached the gate, he immediately spotted Fang Che.

A faint smile appeared on his face, he said, "Captain Fang."

His voice formed a line, spanning a hundred zhang, and precisely entered Fang Che's ear.

This wasn't sound transmission.

However, aside from Fang Che, no one else could hear it.

Fang Che's powerful spiritual sense didn't even detect the person's arrival. It was only when the voice entered his ear that he turned around.

To the naked eye, there was only a gray shadow at the gate, swaying slowly, like a ghost, giving the impression that it could dissipate and disappear without a trace in this world.

Fang Che's heart stirred, and he quickly flashed over, pulling out a residual shadow and appearing at the gate, standing before the man in black.

The man's face, which had been blurry, suddenly became clear, revealing a handsome face with distinct features. It was extremely thin, but he had a unique charm, with natural coldness in his eyes.

His eyes were like stars in the night sky, but at this moment, they held a warm smile as he looked at Fang Che.

"Big Brother?"

Although Fang Che spoke with a questioning tone, his eyes were filled with certainty.

The man in black laughed, "What's wrong? Are you surprised?"

"I just didn't expect that after Big Brother's recovery, he would be so handsome."

Fang Che laughed heartily, "Come in for some tea?"

"Yeah, it's my first time visiting the Guardian's territory in this life. I naturally want to take a look and chat with you."

This man in black was none other than the Night Emperor.

Si Kong Ye!

He smiled and followed Fang Che inside, but in the eyes of Feng Xiang Dong, Dong Yun Yu, and the others, it felt completely different.

It seemed like Fang Che was walking with his own shadow, chatting with his own shadow, and entering his own office.

There was not a hint of dissonance.

They understood that Fang Che had a visitor, but their eyes and senses reminded them that no one had come; it was only Fang Che who had walked into the office! However, in an instant, a harsh gale blew, as if countless evil spirits were swirling and howling.

As soon as Fang Che's door slammed shut, everyone snapped back to their senses, and they all looked at each other in horror.

What kind of cultivation was this? What was happening? How could there be such a chilling, eerie feeling!?"

"Did you sense something?"

"I... I sensed that the ghost stories my grandfather told me when I was young might actually exist..."

Just then, Ye Meng came out of the office, "Everyone, come and help. Quickly organize the warehouse."

"Okay."

Everyone went over.

"Where's Fang Che?"

"He went into the room. It seems like someone came to see him, or maybe not."

Xue Wanren scratched his head.

"What do you mean?" Ye Meng asked, puzzled. "You're not sure if someone came or not?"

"I'm really not sure. Even if someone did come, it seemed like a ghost had come."

Everyone smiled bitterly.

"Should I go and check, sister-in-law?"

"Since Fang Che closed the door, it proves he has something to do. If he didn't, he wouldn't have closed it."

Ye Meng turned to look and then said gently, "So, when he closed the door, let's not go over."

"I understand, sister-in-law."

Everyone agreed, remembering it clearly.

They all knew this was Ye Meng's reminder.

Night Emperor sat across from Fang Che, his handsome face wearing a helpless wry smile.

Because across from him, Fang Che kept clicking his tongue and staring intently at him.

It was as if he had discovered a rare animal that had never appeared in the world before.

Night Emperor found it unbearable.

Frowning, he said, "After I achieved success in my martial arts cultivation, you are the third person in the world to see my face. The other two didn't react as strongly as you."

Fang Che spread his hands and said, "Big Bro, one of them is your brother, and the other is your master. How can I compare to them as someone seeing you for the first time?"

"The other one is not my master."

Night Emperor gave a faint smile, stretched out his hand, looked at his own hand, channeled his energy, and said lightly, "Finally, my body no longer stinks."

Fang Che put away his smile and nodded.

He understood the implications of these words and also knew that with these words, the time for jokes was over.

So he carefully brewed some tea.

"Last night, I returned, and until now, I haven't rested at all. I removed all the residual poison from my body, and the scars peeled away as I soaked in the Spirit Water until dawn."

Night Emperor said calmly, "The stench that had been embedded in my five viscera, six bowels, and muscles for all these years has finally dissipated. Only then did I dare to let my hair grow again."

Looking at Fang Che, he smiled and said, "Actually, I have a bit of a cleanliness obsession."

At these words, Fang Che's hand, which was just about to bring the tea to Night Emperor, trembled slightly.

He couldn't imagine how torturous it must have been for someone with a cleanliness obsession to live with such a foul smell for over two thousand years after being poisoned.

With a sigh, Fang Che said, "This cultivation journey has been so long."

Night Emperor fell silent.

Finally, he spoke in a deep voice, "Yes, this journey has been long. Fortunately, it's over."

Night Emperor lifted the tea to his eyes, gazing at the emerald-green tea, and inhaled the fragrant aroma that wafted into his nostrils.

He whispered, "So fragrant."

After calming his emotions with this sip of tea, he took a few more sips and smiled, "Are you wondering why I readily accepted the conditions yesterday and agreed to become brothers so easily? Do you think I, as the Night Emperor, lack backbone? That I would immediately agree and even go as far as to swear brotherhood just to survive? That I lack the spirit of a martial artist?"

This question was a bit heart-wrenching.

Fang Che smiled faintly, "Big Bro, you already asked this question yesterday. Asking it again today shows that you're still dwelling on this matter."

Night Emperor smiled faintly, nodding slightly, not denying it at all, "Yes, I am still dwelling on it! For someone I don't care about, I wouldn't bother with what they think. But for someone I care about, I do care."

Fang Che laughed, "To be honest, Big Bro, when I went yesterday, I didn't intend to get to know anyone or swear brotherhood with anyone. I'm just a Protector, going to negotiate a condition and make a deal with someone who has control over the underground world beneath East Lake."

"As long as he agrees, I'll treat him."

"Whether this person is good or bad, it's not within my considerations.

"So, whether it's flattery or disdain, or even enmity and contempt, it doesn't matter to me. The only thing I consider is what the future of the underground world will be like."

Fang Che said calmly, "From this perspective, Big Bro, whatever kind of person you are and whatever actions you take, it has no relation to me, and I won't take it to heart or pass any judgment."

Night Emperor nodded slowly.

Fang Che continued, "But I also know one thing, which is that for all these years, whether it's surrendering to the Only Righteous Sect or surrendering to the Protectors, there have been countless opportunities to solve your poison and injuries. Even better than before! These two major organizations have absolute confidence in completely curing you and helping you take a step further!"

"For over two thousand days, every single day, at any time, you could have asked anyone to pass on a message, and your poison and injuries would have been resolved long ago. But you chose to endure it for over two thousand years rather than accept their favor."

"How could such a person do what you said just to survive?"

Fang Che frowned, "From this perspective, Big Bro, asking me this question is an insult to my intelligence."

Night Emperor's expression relaxed, and he laughed heartily, "Not bad! Not bad! I was the narrow-minded one, hahahaha..."

As he spoke about his narrow-mindedness, his face bloomed like a flower.

The knot in his heart had finally been untied.

Fang Che also laughed, "How's the current living situation? Do you need any help?"

Night Emperor smiled, "I've recovered, so you don't need to worry about that. Trust me, I'll live better than Dongfang Sansan and Yanan."

"I believe you on that!"

Fang Che burst into laughter, "In this aspect, they're truly not as good as you!"

Then he asked, "What about the old man?"

Night Emperor's face revealed a pitiful expression, "That old thing has gone crazy. I can beat him with one hand now... He keeps chattering, treating me like a child who doesn't understand anything. So annoying!"

(End of Chapter)

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