The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 60: Fang Che's Greatest Challenge - Novel Cool

Chapter 60: Fang Che's Greatest Challenge

Chapter 60: Fang Che's Greatest Challenge

Fang Che never refused anyone who wanted to imitate or learn from him. Those who could learn, would naturally do so, and those who couldn't, would never be able to.

However, he never proactively taught anyone.

Not even Mo Gan Yun was given instruction, but learning was not prohibited.

Between us, there was no personal favoritism. Whether you succeed or fail is your own business.

Mo Gan Yun, realizing this, took the initiative to invite Fang Che for meals every day.

He felt like he had hit the jackpot.

After a meal, as they walked on the road, a familiar figure suddenly stopped in front of them.

Fang Che looked up, recognizing the person.

Cold face, cold eyes, and a chilling aura.

Ding Jueran.

The top seed of the Three Saints Sect, gazing at Fang Che with a complex expression, his face as cold as ever, and his voice low, "That night... Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"No injuries?"

"None."

"That's good."

Ding Jueran's face remained stiff as he brushed past Fang Che.

"Why did you suddenly ask about me?" Fang Che turned to inquire.

On Ding Jueran's cold face, a forced smile appeared, as if he hadn't smiled in a long time, and it seemed rather strained.

"Didn't you say that no matter the outcome, we'd still be friends?" he said.

Fang Che smiled, "Of course. Brother Ding, you..."

But Ding Jueran took a step back, lowering his head. When he lifted his head again, his eyes were cold, and he spoke softly, "Being friends with me won't be good for you."

"It's fine," Fang Che assured him, taking a step forward.

Yet, Ding Jueran retreated another step.

Shaking his head, he firmly stated, "Being friends with me will only bring you harm."

Huh? Fang Che was taken aback.

Ding Jueran lowered his head, his black hair covering his eyes.

He nodded silently, and with a slight sway of his hair, he took three steps back and turned away decisively.

Fang Che watching Ding Jueran's departing figure, his expression growing complex.

Ding Jueran seemed different from what Fang Che had imagined...

Mo Gan Yun approached, observing Ding Jueran's retreating figure. He was truly oblivious to such intricate emotions, a real 'thick-skinned' person.

Patting Fang Che's shoulder, he chuckled, "This guy, always with a straight face, like a coffin board. Who would've thought he's so tsundere?"

Fang Che sighed softly, "He's not tsundere."

Mo Gan Yun was puzzled, "Huh?"

Fang Che's voice turned low, "Perhaps I misunderstood him before."

"Huh?" Mo Gan Yun was even more confused.

What are you talking about? I heard clearly, but I don't understand a word?

Even the conversation between you and Ding Jueran just now, I was right beside you, yet I couldn't comprehend a single word?

Mo Gan Yun was plunged into self-doubt.

Standing tall at 2.3 meters, he scratched his head, perplexed, reaching the doorframe.

Could it be that my IQ...

...

It must be said that the four instructors were exceptionally strong.

Indeed, they were the Baiyun Wuyuan's top teaching team.

From a hundred students, they meticulously organized thirteen teams.

Six of them were First Level Martial Masters, all with Grade A talent and similar combat abilities, and they even used the same weapons.

However, after careful consideration, the instructors insisted on redistributing them into five groups.

Some were left-handed, some right-handed, some had hidden Sword Bones but used spears, and some had matching talents and combat abilities but had chosen incompatible martial techniques based on their physique.

These details required the experienced instructors to identify and rectify.

Even the students themselves or their clan elders were unaware of these issues.

In short, it took the instructors three days to simply correct these mistakes.

Among the hundred students, an astonishing sixty-eight had various errors in their foundational martial techniques!

Most clans were not super-families, and young disciples could only begin with their clan's martial techniques. Whether these techniques suited them or not, that was the way it was.

Thus, for this portion of the students, their martial path was truly beginning now.

There were no issues with twenty-nine of them.

Two were completely fine, one of them being Mo Gan Yun, and the other named Fu Chengyun, who was a distant relative of the prestigious Fu family.

Yes, a distant branch.

The only one without any issues was Fang Che!

It was very simple. After several Gold Rank Instructors thoroughly assessed Fang Che, they believed that his previous cultivation direction was entirely correct, with absolutely no mistakes.

He could continue directly.

This made Mo Gan Yun's eyes turn blue with envy.

He kept his eyes fixed on Fang Che.

He made Fang Che his target.

For this reason, he rejected his family's arrangement: "I won't go to another Martial Arts Academy. I've found the person I want to surpass right here!"

"Wait until I surpass Fang Che before you say anything!"

Fang Che understood Mo Gan Yun's thoughts clearly, seeing through him like fire.

"Young friend, you're too young."

Fang Che patted Mo Gan Yun's shoulder, acting all wise and experienced, and advised, "You should know, there are people beyond people, and there are heavens beyond heavens. Young man, you still need to experience some beatings in the jianghu, and some journeys in life, before you can truly understand this."

Mo Gan Yun asked, confused: "What are you talking about?"

"You should know, young Fang, that I am a goal you can never surpass in this lifetime."

Fang Che spoke with gravity, his hands behind his back, looking like he was above the world.

"Damn!"

Mo Gan Yun cursed, spitting out some saliva: "I thought you were going to say something profound with that reclusive look of yours, but after waiting with my ears perked up, this is what you came up with?"

The students nearby also laughed heartily.

"Fang Che!"

The head instructor, Li Changkong, called out Fang Che's name: "Come with me."

Fang Che hurried over.

Li Changkong led Fang Che to the office.

Bao Feiyu, Bing Shangxue, and Duan Zhongliu were already seated.

"Have a seat."

Li Changkong pointed to the chair across from them.

"Yes."

"There are a few considerations for calling you here today."

Li Changkong said, "The first matter is your accommodation. On your first day at the academy, you arranged to live off-campus without our knowledge."

"Huh?"

"Since you arrived at the academy, you've offended many people during the Grand Competition, including the Xi Men Clan, the Divine God Sect, and the Huo Clan. After all, you beat Huo Churuan quite badly. These are all potential dangers, and if you don't live within the academy, you'll give your enemies an opportunity to strike."

Li Changkong slowly explained, "So the first suggestion is for you to move back to the academy."

"I quite like living outside."

Fang Che was naturally unwilling.

The Divine God Sect?

The Huo Clan?

Fang Che was currently waiting for them to make their move, and being outside was like a natural bait, especially with the grudge he held against them.

In the eyes of those experts, he was a weakling with a big grudge, perfect for revenge.

How could he possibly move back?

Li Changkong sighed.

This was the first time he had encountered such a case.

With their combined teaching experience of several hundred years, they couldn't even help Fang Che choose a perfect path—because every path was perfect, and no one could predict which of these perfect paths would be the most suitable when his cultivation reached the peak after hundreds or thousands of years.

This was also a question that Fang Che had been considering for a long time.

There were perfect cultivation methods for blades, spears, swords, and halberds.

But the life-bound weapon could only be one.

This was an inherent conflict.

So, which should I choose as my life-bound weapon?

Blade?

Spear?

Sword?

Halberd?

(End of Chapter)

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