Chapter 605: The Night Demon Appears!

Chapter 605: The Night Demon Appears!

"!!!"

Yan Nan felt his breath catch in his throat.

In a low growl, he commanded, "I order you, tell him four words: Come back alive!"

Bai Jing rolled his eyes and remained silent, his expression indifferent.

Yan Nan couldn't hold back any longer and pointed at the door, shouting angrily, "Get out!"

Bai Jing left.

But Yan Nan still felt uneasy.

He followed Bai Jing outside.

Just as he reached the main entrance, he saw Li Yao, the Life and Death Sword, standing with his sword drawn, his gaze calm and distant, admiring the grand architecture of the headquarters.

Beside him was another expert from the Cloud End.

This battle had the attention of the entire continent, and no one could afford to take it lightly.

After Bai Jing exchanged a few words, he flew away.

Li Yao's expression didn't change at all. With his tall and slender figure, he turned and silently walked out.

memories of the past flashed through Yan Nan's mind, and he knew that Bai Jing had not followed his instructions.

This was typical of that old scoundrel; Yan Nan knew him too well.

"Li Yao!" Yan Nan called out.

Li Yao and the others turned simultaneously. A dark cloud descended upon them, covering the sky and blocking out the sun!

"Vice Sect Master Yan!" Li Yao and the others bowed deeply.

Yan Nan stood before Li Yao, looking at the guardian of the Only Righteous Sect.

His gaze was profound.

"How will you proceed?" Yan Nan asked in a deep voice.

"Life and death, that's all!" Li Yao replied solemnly.

"Are you confident?" Yan Nan asked.

Li Yao paused for a moment and said, "Dong Changfeng, you will be defeated by my hand!"

Yan Nan said calmly, "But back then, Dong Changfeng lost to you and yet he didn't die."

A glimmer of light flashed in Li Yao's slender face, his eyes shining for a moment.

Yan Nan stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "I don't care about the life-and-death battle between you, or the pact of the netherworld. This time, as you go to battle, I have only one request."

Li Yao replied in a deep voice, "Please instruct me, Vice Sect Master!"

"Come back alive!"

Yan Nan's eyes met Li Yao's, and he finally patted Li Yao's shoulder, "If you are defeated, don't worry about face. Come back alive. I will restore your lost honor here, slowly."

"But the Only Righteous Sect cannot lose its guardian, Li Yao!"

Yan Nan's warm palm rested on Li Yao's shoulder, patting and gripping it firmly. His eyes locked with Li Yao's, awaiting his response.

Li Yao's heart suddenly warmed.

For a moment, his throat felt choked up.

With all his might, he suppressed his emotions and spoke calmly, "This subordinate swears to protect the glory of the Divine Sect!"

"I don't want the glory of the Divine Sect!"

Yan Nan declared, "I want you to come back alive and see me!"

Finally, Li Yao knelt down with a rumble, his voice hoarse, "Yes! This subordinate obeys! If I win, I will bring glory to the Divine Sect! If I lose, even if the world scorns me, I will come back alive!"

Yan Nan smiled with relief, "This is the Life and Death Sword of our Only Righteous Sect. The Life and Death Sword is not just about death; within these three words, there is also life. Don't forget that."

"Yes!"

"Go."

Li Yao stood up, bowed once more, turned around, and strode out with large steps.

However, his spirit was completely different, like heaven and earth compared to before.

Dozens of people soared into the sky with a loud shout, Li Yao's black robe flashing like a giant bat leading the group through the air.

Even those who accompanied him were filled with fighting spirit, their morale high.

Yan Nan's words had given Li Yao great confidence!

For a moment, they all felt a surge of heroism, even feeling that the honor and glory they had once cared about were like the clouds and mist before them, quietly passing by without leaving a trace.

Come back alive!

Fang Che put down the communication jade.

Three words popped into his mind.

Meng Chengzheng.

It was indeed him.

Regarding the internal spy of the White Cloud Martial Academy, Fang Che wasn't entirely sure who it was Meng Chengzheng.

But this Meng Chengzheng was the prime suspect.

So he deliberately said, "I'm going to kill Meng Chengzheng at the White Cloud Martial Academy first!"

However, the Seal Deity Palace didn't correct him.

That's when Fang Che was sure.

If it wasn't him, the Seal Deity Palace would have corrected him. This was a definite matter.

He had already transformed into a green-robed middle-aged man with a slender build, exuding a rugged air of the rivers and lakes.

A red-hilted swords were visible on his shoulders, and his face was covered in thick flesh, giving off an intimidating presence.

He had now left Donghu Continent and entered the mountains, heading towards the White Cloud Continent.

The autumn wind blew coldly.

The sky was high, and the clouds were leisurely.

Wherever they passed, countless yellow leaves covered the mountains, fluttering down as if the heavens had painted the world with a layer of gold.

It had been a long time since he acted alone.

Recently, he had always been with others, and at the very least, Ye Meng was by his side.

Now, suddenly alone, he felt a sense of 'freedom'—wow, so comfortable!

Fang Che felt a sense of liberation.

He even climbed to the top of the tallest tree, his robe sleeves fluttering as he relieved himself.

were in a good mood and shook himself.

Then he roared towards the sky: "Woof~~~"

The mountains echoed: "Woof~~~"

"Hahahaha..."

Fang Che laughed heartily, his body soaring into the sky, transforming into a faint green line.

Below, several bandits were hiding in the grass, knives in hand, watching the road. Suddenly, they were drenched...

A shower of urine fell from above.

It rained down on each of them, and when they touched it, they smelled a pungent urine odor.

The sound of thunderous laughter echoed from the top of the leader's head, startling the group of bandits who immediately fled in terror.

Meanwhile, Fang Che had already traveled several hundred li away.

...

White Cloud Continent.

The place was now spotless, and when Fang Zong was in the White Cloud Continent, he didn't have much to do, as the streets were already well-maintained.

After Mo Gan Yun and Yu Zhongge arrived with their group, they eliminated a batch of the Baiyun Continent's aristocratic families and dismissed a batch of officials.

Especially among the officials, the number dismissed by Yu Zhongge and his group accounted for nearly one-tenth of the total number of officials.

A row of sword strikes swiftly dispatched the remaining officials.

Even those who managed to escape would likely never dare to engage in any wrongdoing for several years.

While the Night Emperor toiled underground, tirelessly slaughtering his enemies, the others worked diligently, carrying corpses until they were all exhausted.

They all swore that they would never dare to do anything wrong again.

It was truly terrifying.

The former powerful figures had now been reduced to fragments, carried away by their own hands.

The more blood debts they accumulated, the more brutal their deaths.

Many wondered how the Night Emperor could accurately identify these demons. It seemed like there was no injustice in his actions.

They didn't know that the Night Emperor's night terror divine skill and powerful spiritual perception made the blood aura of these demons as noticeable as a bright lamp in the dark night.

How could he possibly make a mistake?

Mo Gan Yun and his group also skillfully coordinated the forces of the Baiyun Continent to assist the Night Emperor.

In the White Cloud Continent, with Fang Che's groundwork, Mo Gan Yun and his group found everything smooth, especially when they heard that Fang Zong's brother was here, and the entire continent cooperated!

It could be said that it was much easier than dealing with Dong Yun Yu and the others in White Apple Island.

Fearing that Mo Gan Yun and his group might be too busy, even their alma mater, the White Cloud Martial Academy, sent a group of fifth-year students to assist and gain work experience.

Mo Gan Yun and his group were also generous with their merits, sharing some with the senior students who came to help... no, senior sisters and brothers.

Although they were nominally second-year students, those who came to help were actually fifth-year students.

This was indeed a bit awkward, but there was no choice; with their abilities and opportunities, one could only comply.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, after witnessing their decisive and efficient methods, ruthless style, and authoritative demeanor, everyone was convinced and admired.

Mo Gan Yun and his group also secretly marveled at this in their hearts.

As members of aristocratic families, the education they received was vastly different from their current conduct.

Originally, they were all about etiquette and propriety... but since joining Fang Che's life and death patrol squad, all of that was cast aside.

Good is good, bad is bad, sin is sin, and killing is a swift and decisive matter!

Dealing with an evil person didn't even take a second, and it was done cleanly and efficiently. Gradually, as this habit formed, it immediately became a habit.

And the formation of this habit, in fact, brought great benefits to their conduct in the jianghu, or even within the Guardian and Protector forces.

There was a strong personal charm.

The prerequisite was to persistently continue killing without end!

But a few people were as sweet as honey!

Meng Chengzheng had been getting close to Li Changkong and the others recently. He intentionally approached Li Changkong, Bing Shangxue, and the others.

Originally, he most wanted to contact the Old God, but after the Old God recovered, An Ruoxing borrowed him and hadn't returned him to the White Cloud Martial Academy.

The White Cloud Martial Academy also felt awkward asking for him back—after all, the development prospects at the Southeast Headquarters were much better than at the White Cloud Martial Academy.

If he returned, wouldn't it hinder their future?

Moreover, the Old God's temper was so foul and irritable... Gao Qingyu hated for this person to stay at the Southeast Headquarters and never return.

So, Meng Chengzheng often invited Li Changkong and the others for drinks.

At first, Li Changkong felt that Meng Chengzheng was a good person, especially since he often praised himself. But later, he gradually felt that something was amiss.

This attitude was too low.

Moreover, I wanted to talk about Fang Che, but you kept going back and forth on the same topic? Between us, we can only talk about Fang Che?

Why are you so enthusiastic about Fang Che? What are your intentions?

So, Li Changkong also tried to avoid Meng Chengzheng.

Bing Shangxue, on the other hand, openly expressed her dislike for Meng Chengzheng in front of Li Changkong.

She also didn't understand why she felt such a strong aversion to this person, a sense of danger that penetrated to her bones.

Today, Meng Chengzheng invited Li Changkong for drinks again.

Li Changkong pulled Bing Shangxue and ran off, reportedly to take a walk.

Meng Chengzheng sat alone in a dimly lit tavern, drinking by himself in the autumn rain.

Looking at the rain outside, like silk threads, Meng Chengzheng sat alone in the dim tavern, pouring himself drinks.

There were two paulownia trees at the entrance of the tavern.

The raindrops fell on the paulownia leaves, making a crisp sound; not a breeze stirred, and the rain fell silently.

Paulownia leaves fell one after another in the rain, landing on the ground with a crisp sound.

Meng Chengzheng's eyes gazed into the night rain, and as a leaf fell, he took a sip of his drink.

With several leaves falling in succession, he emptied his cup.

It was quiet.

At this moment, he seemed more like a sentimental scholar.

Meng Chengzheng sighed amidst his chaotic thoughts.

He was experiencing a peculiar emotion, feeling as if he had become useless. This feeling was strange, and he couldn't pinpoint its origin.

Recently, when communicating with the sect, he had clearly sensed a coldness.

The Sect Master often didn't reply to messages.

Thinking back to his years as an undercover agent, the time when Night Demon was at the Martial Academy was when he had the most contact with the Sect Master.

Now, corpses were scattered across White Cloud Continent, and many of the Oneheart Sect's hidden agents had been exposed.

"What more can I do at the White Cloud Martial Academy?"

Meng Chengzheng kept asking himself this question.

But he couldn't find the answer himself.

With a heavy sigh, a withered leaf fell under the weight of raindrops. Meng Chengzheng raised his cup and drained the wine within.

Placing a silver ingot on the table, he stood up in silence, picked up an oil-paper umbrella, and stepped into the rain.

The raindrops pattered on the umbrella, gradually fading into the distance.

The shop owner came out from the kitchen and saw the silver ingot on the table.

Watching the shadow in the rain, which was about to disappear, he muttered, "Why does he look like a dead man..."

...

Meng Chengzheng returned to his small courtyard and put down the oil-paper umbrella.

As he pushed open the study door and entered, his body suddenly stiffened.

Sitting in the chair where he usually sat was a young man.

Handsome and youthful, with a dignified demeanor and sword-like eyebrows, it was Fang Che.

Meng Chengzheng immediately felt relieved, "Why did you come here?"

"I came to see you," Fang Che smiled, revealing a sharp edge.

Feeling the vast and overwhelming aura of the young man before him, Meng Chengzheng sighed inwardly.

The once young demon had now surpassed him in cultivation.

"Night Demon, your cultivation progress is remarkable," Meng Chengzheng exclaimed.

Concerned that Night Demon might have come to assassinate the White Cloud Martial Academy's higher-ups, and fearing that his identity might be unknown to Night Demon, leading to accidental harm, Meng Chengzheng quickly revealed his identity.

The meaning was clear: he was one of them, so there was no need to take action.

Fang Che's eyes narrowed, "I know your identity, and this trip is also at the request of the Master. There's no need to explain."

"I see," Meng Chengzheng completely relaxed, placing the oil-paper umbrella by the door and smiling, "How did you find the time to come here? Aren't you in Donghu?"

"I came here to handle some business and also to look for you to check the list of our sect members in the White Cloud Martial Academy."

Night Demon said, "I have a use for it."

"Currently, there aren't many of our seeds left in the White Cloud Martial Academy. After you stood out, the Sect Master hasn't placed more students inside."

Meng Chengzheng said, "So it's still the original thirteen."

Fang Che calmly said, "Give me the list."

Meng Chengzheng smiled, opened a drawer, and took out a jade slab. Rectangular, it resembled a paperweight.

Smooth and ordinary, even if someone opened the drawer, they wouldn't think it was anything valuable, let alone suspect that it held any secrets.

But when the jade slab was heated over the lit oil lamp, words slowly began to appear on its surface.

They were names, one by one.

Fang Che took a glance and asked, "Thirteen? One in the second year, five in the third year, and seven in the fourth year?"

"Yes."

Meng Chengzheng watched as the temperature dropped and the words on the jade slab darkened. He smiled and said, "Night Demon, why do you want this list... You..."

Fang Che relaxed, "I want to see if there are any usable ones inside, so I can cultivate them. Currently, including me, there are only two of us in the patrol."

Meng Chengzheng couldn't help but laugh, filled with envy. "You are already second only to the Master."

"Not at all, I still have a long way to go."

Fang Che asked, "What else are you doing?"

"Nothing else."

Meng Chengzheng said, "In the tea leaves I provide to the White Cloud Martial Academy's higher-ups, I add some poison each year, as well as an antidote to suppress the toxicity. But this year's autumn tea didn't pass through my hands; now I'm considering withdrawing."

"Because if I don't add the poison and antidote, within a month, there will be a toxic reaction. This is a bit unexpected."

Meng Chengzheng expressed his concern, "I never expected that this year's autumn tea would be procured by Gao Qingyu. This puts me in a passive position. It's truly unexpected."

Fang Che furrowed his brows, "How could such a negligence occur? What poison did you use? What can counteract it? What can suppress it? Let me see if I can think of a solution."

"It's Qingfeng Paralysis."

Meng Chengzheng explained, "It's a type of poison that can't be detected unless specifically searched for. Once it takes effect, the entire body becomes numb, leaving one vulnerable to slaughter. Even the brain will be affected. The Guardian's advanced antidote pill can cure it, but after the poison takes effect, they won't be able to move their hands and feet, and even if they know there's an antidote, they won't be able to do anything."

"During that time, even an ordinary martial artist can easily kill them."

Meng Chengzheng smiled proudly, "As an undercover agent in the White Cloud Martial Academy, if I'm going to leave, I should have some notable achievements to show for it."

Fang Che nodded, "You're right. This preparation is necessary."

Meng Chengzheng said, "But with this unexpected situation, I can't stay either, as there's a high chance I'll be found out.

Fang Che nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you can leave tonight."

Meng Chengzheng was stunned for a moment. "Tonight? I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened in anger.

He stared at Fang Che in disbelief.

Fang Che's hand held a sword, and the tip of the sword slowly moved away from Meng Chengzheng's throat.

A red mark appeared on the tip of the sword.

A drop of blood oozed out of Meng Chengzheng's throat.

It was a vivid and striking sight.

His throat made a choking sound, but his eyes had already gone blank.

This sword strike had pierced his throat, destroying his Dantian, and his soul had scattered.

Meng Chengzheng's body went limp and fell to the ground.

Until his death, he didn't know why he had died.

Fang Che's palm strike was silent and swift.

Meng Chengzheng's body below the chest seemed to melt and disappear.

Only his head and half of his shoulder remained.

The rest of his body turned into powder, evenly staining the entire study room red.

"You can be a martyr for the Guardians, you got a good deal."

Fang Che picked up the jade tablet, his face transformed into the appearance of the Night Demon, then he jumped out the window, turning into a trail of green smoke and disappearing.

"Master, Meng Chengzheng has been killed. What should we do with the thirteen students from the main teaching class at Baiyun Wu Academy?"

"They will return after graduation; no special arrangements are needed."

"Yes, Master. Do you have any further instructions? Are there any unfinished tasks left by Meng Chengzheng? Should the disciples take care of them? I'm about to leave the city."

Fang Che's intention behind these words was: Meng Chengzheng was poisoned, do you know about it?

The Seal Deity Palace quickly replied, "No more, be careful on your way, and hurry to the Ten Thousand Spirit Forest. Did you use the Blood Spirit Seven Swords signature kill? If Meng Chengzheng's body is discovered, your situation will become dangerous."

"Disciple understands."

Fang Che put away the Only I Sect communication jade and took out the Guardian's communication jade, sending a message to his father. The high-level members of the Baiyun Wu Academy have been collectively poisoned for several years, and they are still unaware of it. Quick action is needed for the antidote.

Then, he immediately put away the communication jade.

His body flickered in the midst of the autumn rain and flew towards the city's outskirts.

The distance to the city gate was less than a hundred zhang.

Fang Che couldn't help but look back, and he saw that Baiyun Continent was shrouded in autumn rain, looking dark and gloomy.

One autumn rain, and the weather turned cold.

The entire city was desolate.

Fang Che shook his head, brushing off the inexplicable sourness that welled up in his heart, and he quickened his pace...

Just as he was about to fly over the city wall and exit, a flash of light suddenly appeared on the wall.

A sword light soared into the sky.

"Who is it!"

A loud shout.

It was Yu Zhongge's voice in the rain.

Fang Che was startled.

Why is this fool on the city wall at this time?

Since that's the case, I'll teach them a lesson and stop these guys from thinking they're so talented every day! With a clang, he drew his sword from its sheath.

Blood Spirit Seven Swords, full power attack!

From a high position, he paused and then continued, swooping over the city wall and flying towards the vast land outside.

With a clang, the sword light was dazzling.

Yu Zhongge's sword light was almost scattered by Fang Che's strike, and he felt his throat threatened, desperately twisting his body. As the sword lights clashed, he clearly saw the other person's face full of wrinkles.

A name flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, quickly turning around and chasing after him, letting out a long whistle, "Night Demon!"

A cold laugh came from the rain, "Hehe..."

A murderous aura filled the air. It seemed like the Night Demon was about to turn around and strike.

Two more figures rose from the city wall.

One was tall and slender, and the other was like an iron tower, appearing like a giant in the rain.

They were Mo Gan Yun and Xue Wanren.

"Night Demon!"

The two of them followed Yu Zhongge and chased after him.

The Night Demon didn't turn around, and the murderous aura subsided as he flew away in a straight line.

The three of them had been chasing a fugitive and had just killed him when Yu Zhongge discovered the figure flying high in the sky.

There were no good people left in Baiyun Continent at night, so Yu Zhongge didn't think twice and soared into the sky to intercept him.

He never expected that with this sword strike, he would catch such a big fish!

Night Demon!

The heart's bane of the Southeast Headquarters, had been encountered by the three of them.

They desperately pursued him.

But Fang Che's body movement technique was fully deployed, and he was much faster than them. At first, they could see a black line, but soon it disappeared.

They watched as the Night Demon disappeared into the boundless mountain forest.

Yu Zhongge and the others had no choice but to stop, their faces filled with gravity.

"Is it really the Night Demon?" Mo Gan Yun asked.

"Absolutely."

Yu Zhongge's face was difficult to look at.

"How is it?" Xue Wanren asked.

"Very strong, I am not his match." Yu Zhongge's face became even more difficult to look at.

Mo Gan Yun and the others saw that on Yu Zhongge's neck, a drop of blood slowly seeped out from his throat.

It was immediately washed away by the rain, but the blood continued to flow.

"Your neck!"

Mo Gan Yun's eyes widened, filled with terror, and he rushed forward to check the wound, "Are you okay?"

"Just one move..."

Yu Zhongge's eyes still held a trace of fear, "I almost died at his hands!"

Xue Wanren and Mo Gan Yun hurriedly checked Yu Zhongge's wound, and they saw that the sword mark was very deep; if it had hit his throat directly, Yu Zhongge would probably be dead by now.

They couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Just one move?!

(End of Chapter)

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