The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 617: Cold Sword Sorrow (Part One) [Two in One] - Novel Cool

Chapter 617: Cold Sword Sorrow (Part One) [Two in One]

Chapter 617: Cold Sword Sorrow (Part One) [Two in One]

Mo Gan Yun and the others felt their hearts burning with passion, and they couldn't help but straighten their backs even more.

Fang Che spoke softly, "As life and death patrols, we have the most resolute power to kill; but we also bear the heaviest mission and responsibility!"

Fang Che's gaze swept around, and he saw seriousness on the faces of his brothers. He looked into their determined eyes.

Fang Che took a deep breath, "You all must know that in just over ten days, the Only Righteous Sect's new plan to nurture the Quintessence Bug to the divine level will begin. This time, it's for the Sect Master level. In other words, it's specifically for cultivating the leaders of smaller sects."

"What's the point of cultivating these small sect leaders? You all understand that."

"Look at the Southeast's Yixin Sect, Three Saints Sect, and Divine Palace Sect... Can you still consider them small sects? I don't think so. The destructive power of each sect is unimaginable."

"In other words, it's highly likely that after this plan to nurture the Sect Master level of the Only Righteous Sect, there will be dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of new subordinate sects of the Only Righteous Sect around us."

"If we don't quickly sweep them away in advance, once these new small sect leaders emerge, the Southeast will likely be in chaos again!"

"The battle situation has never gotten better! I'm just reminding you of this."

"To defeat the external enemy, we must first stabilize the internal! You all understand this logic! I won't say more!"

"Meeting dismissed!"

...

The group left the room, feeling the autumn wind blowing, and the dim sunlight made him feel his heart was getting hotter.

"The Only Righteous Sect is about to start selecting a new Sect Master."

Yu Zhong Ge said, "Every time after the Only Righteous Sect's plan to nurture the Sect Master level, it's the busiest time for us. The new small sect leaders all want to develop their sects and climb the ladder of power. And the price of their ascent is the chaos on our side."

"In the past, it would take at least two years for the dust to settle."

"This time, I don't know what will happen."

"No wonder the boss is in a hurry. He asked us to quickly tidy up. Otherwise, when these small sect leaders arrive, there will be chaos again. But if we finish our preparations, dealing with them will be easier, and we won't need to waste our energy elsewhere."

"Yes, I would make the same choice if I were in your shoes."

Xue Wanren said, "But for one person to manage an entire continent is still a bit too thin on power."

"You can find help, even your own family can come to assist. There's no restriction on that. It's also a good opportunity to train and nurture your family members."

Yu Zhong Ge didn't think much of it, "The real challenge is for Fang Che. The White Fog Continent he's going to is not smaller than the Dong Hu Continent. And it's truly difficult for him to find help."

"Fang Che is too stubborn."

The group sighed.

"Think about yourselves. Are you still worried about Fang Che? You're just bored!"

Dong Yun Yu pouted, "If Fang Che wasn't up for it, would he have chosen a whole continent? You few unlucky ones, I think the assignment notice is about to reach your families, and you're still worrying about others..."

Dong Yun Yu spat, "You deserve to fail! You deserve to be unlucky! You deserve to be ridiculed!"

"Because you have no brains!" Dong Yun Yu said triumphantly.

The six of them turned their heads in unison, their eyes blazing with anger.

"Let's beat him up!"

Someone shouted.

Fists rained down like a sudden storm, and the six of them rushed forward. Dong Yun Yu didn't even have a chance to fight back and was flipped to the ground. After a beating, she lay on the ground, kicking her legs...

"Fourth brother."

Xue Wanren kicked Dong Yun Yu in the crotch and said, "With that mouth of yours, you've managed to live this long... Truly, I admire the forbearance of your elders."

Dong Yun Yu lay on the ground, her face bruised and swollen, groaning and cursing.

But when she heard Xue Wanren's words, she suddenly stopped groaning for a moment, and after a long while, she shouted, "I'm the pride of the Dong family now!"

"Hmph..."

The six brothers scoffed and left.

The pride of the Dong family? More like the pride of a bare butt! With you, the Dong family is a laughingstock, turning circles of embarrassment.

Feng Xiang Dong, on the other hand, went to find Zhao Ying Er, striking a carefree pose with one hand propped against the wall.

He appeared even more dashing and charming, holding the Wind God Blade, which spun around his head in a dazzling display of colors.

"Zhao Ying Er is working too hard."

Feng Xiang Dong said.

Zhao Ying Er continued her work, not even lifting her eyes.

"Where is Zhao Ying Er's family from? Zhao is a big surname." Feng Xiang Dong said with a mature and charming tone.

Zhao Ying Er didn't respond, maintaining her cold and indifferent demeanor.

"Is Zhao Ying Er naturally this cold and indifferent? She's truly virtuous."

Feng Xiang Dong persisted, the Wind God Blade continued to spin around his head in a colorful display of colors. He looked like a god.

"Zhao Ying Er, what a beautiful name. Ying Er, such a good word." Feng Xiang Dong praised.

The Wind God Blade continued to spin, emitting a dazzling light.

Finally, Zhao Ying Er lifted her eyelids and said softly, "I'm Fang Che's concubine."

A single sentence.

Feng Xiang Dong felt like he had been struck by lightning.

The entire person stiffened.

Then, a painful scream echoed, "Ahh... my head..."

But his mind was out of control, and the Wind Blade continuously slashed more than a dozen times on Feng Gongzi's head, leaving deep cuts.

Blood flowed ceaselessly.

Seeing Feng Xiangdong with a bloodied head and face, looking utterly miserable, the brothers were all startled.

"Damn, that's brutal!"

"Wow, that's vicious!"

"He flirted with a woman and got a bloody nose... What a talent, Feng Gongzi!"

Xue Wanren strolled over with a mocking tone, "What's going on?"

Feng Xiangdong covered his head, his expression filled with despair.

"Let's talk in the room."

Xue Wanren immediately sensed something amiss and refrained from asking further. Of course, he wouldn't dare enter and provoke Zhao Ying'er.

Then, Qiu Yunshang gracefully entered the room.

Soon, a cold voice was heard, "How strange, a young master from a prominent family, yet so afraid of women? Hasn't he even considered marriage? Or is he just eager to be humiliated by others? Where's your face?"

Qiu Yunshang exited, his face ashen.

His face paled, "Do you have a wife?"

The brothers were thunderstruck, "Damn... We had no idea about this. Feng Xiangdong, that bastard, didn't tell us."

None of them were fools; Feng Xiangdong had just shown off but ended up hurting himself, clearly indicating a mental shock.

What could have shocked him so? It must be something Zhao Ying'er said.

But this guy didn't utter a word after leaving.

Feng Xiangdong applied medicine to himself while recovering; a minor injury like this didn't warrant wasting precious pills.

"Come, let's go to the room, and I'll tell you all. Big news! This is super big news!"

Feng Xiangdong's heart still raced with fear, "I really messed up this time..."

Teasing the boss's woman...

He couldn't believe he had done such a thing.

Feng Xiangdong couldn't help but want to slap himself.

To be an internal staff here, the first requirement was to be the boss's wife, Ye Meng's sister-in-law. Now, out of nowhere, another stunning beauty appeared.

And she was directly assigned here.

There was definitely something going on, and the boss hadn't explained anything... He hadn't even thought of this.

It seemed his mind had turned to mush recently.

Following in the footsteps of others, he couldn't even think of this, and this embarrassment was truly beyond words.

Feng Xiangdong called the five into a small room and whispered into their ears.

Instantly, their faces showed expressions of surprise, shock, realization, and enlightenment.

Their expressions turned peculiar.

"Tsk, Brother Fang is really... Tsk tsk... He's quite the lucky one."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Brother Fang seems so righteous, but who would've thought he's a two-timer... Tsk tsk..."

"No wonder he's our boss, he's indeed a scoundrel. Tsk tsk..."

"Honestly, I admire Brother Fang's taste."

"Of course, both are heavenly beauties... Ye Meng's sister-in-law is one of a kind. And I, born into a wealthy family, haven't seen anyone like this in years, and this cold and beautiful vice-internal staff is even more... Tsk tsk..."

"Impressive! Brother Fang is such a lecher..."

"..."

The brothers discussed animatedly.

Most of them were envious.

In these chaotic times, after years of battles, the balance between men and women was severely skewed; having three or four wives was considered normal.

Otherwise, how would noble families and wealthy merchants have legitimate and illegitimate children?

So, everyone just felt a bit unbalanced.

Why them? Why is it always you, Brother Fang? Why can't we meet such women? Especially Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren, their hearts longed to catch Fang Che and give him a beating: You bastard, you promised to introduce your sister-in-law to us... Or at least introduce someone good to us in the future...

But what happened? You kept the good one for yourself!

The six single men sighed in unison.

Then, Dong Yun Yu limped in.

Cursing under her breath, her face twisted with anger, her eyes sharp, she spat, "You bunch, just wait for Dong Laozi..."

The six exchanged glances, silently agreeing: Don't tell her!

In an instant, they formed a united front.

They waited to see Dong Yun Yu's self-destruction!

The life-and-death squad was fully rested.

Cultivating, breaking through their limits, and preparing for the upcoming solo battles, where they would truly stand alone.

On the surface, they seemed playful, but deep down, each one was determined to surpass the others! To stand at the pinnacle!

They hoped these seven would obediently call them big brother! Moreover, they had already informed their families, requesting talented individuals to be sent to the continent they were about to visit, to investigate and prepare.

They solemnly emphasized the importance of this solo mission.

The family elders weren't fools.

Just this message was enough to understand its significance; they knew whom to send.

Dong Yun Yu: "I need capable hands. If there's any trouble here, I have the authority to kill!"

Feng Xiang Dong: "Experts and capable ones, all under my command and execution!"

Mo Gan Yun: "Hurry up, bring someone over. If they don't listen, I'll kill them and throw them back into the ancestral grave!"

"……"

Unlike Dong Yun Yu and others who secretly mobilized, Fang Che remained motionless.

He made no arrangements.

It seemed he had absolute confidence that once Fang Tu went, the White Fog Continent would be settled in an instant!

Ye Meng was worried for him: "You just got back, and now you have to leave again. This time, it will be at least two months. They are all contacting their clans for help. You should also contact them."

Fang Che, not wanting Ye Meng to worry, winked and said, "I've already made the arrangements. I wouldn't have made this decision without being fully prepared… Are you still worried about me?"

Ye Meng scolded, "So that's it, you're really sneaky!"

"Hehe… We won't see each other for several more months, so we should make the most of our time…"

"Pah… Pervert…"

Time ticked by.

……

"What is the most composed thing in the world?"

Dong Fang San asked Xue Fu Xiao.

Xue Fu Xiao: "???"

He then said, "If you want to scold me, just say it. Don't ask questions."

Dong Fang San narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "The most composed thing is always time. No matter how the world changes, no matter how the sun and moon cycle, it remains constant, flowing bit by bit. Even if the universe is destroyed, even if the seas turn to fields, it won't speed up or slow down even a little."

But in his heart, he was thinking: Why does Xue Fu Xiao seem so uneasy after this trip?

What's going on?

This bastard must have done something wrong. I need to find out.

Otherwise, it might explode at any time, and that would be disastrous.

So he narrowed his eyes and said, "So you knew I would scold you."

Xue Fu Xiao was even more flustered: "Ah, I was also impulsive at the time. I knew you wouldn't agree."

Dong Fang San narrowed his eyes and said, "You knew the consequences, but why did you still do it?"

Dong Fang San's words were all-encompassing.

No matter what, this sentence could start the conversation, and if you made a mistake, it would leave you speechless.

Especially since Xue Fu Xiao was currently in the dilemma of whether to confess or not.

Hearing this, he was instantly frightened: San San really knows.

With a pained expression, he said, "At the time, I couldn't help but show off the Slaying Emotion Sword. I didn't expect Fang Che to have learned it. Besides, I had received a favor, so naturally, I had to explain and teach him, returning the favor..."

"Ha... cough, cough, cough..."

Dong Fang San really choked: "You taught the Slaying Emotion Sword, which has no other substance besides the sword, to Fang Che?"

Xue Fu Xiao's eyes widened instantly: "What do you mean..."

"You pig-brain!"

Dong Fang San burst out: "Do you want him to become a pig like you!?"

Xue Fu Xiao was taken aback: "Calm down..."

"I'll calm down your head!" Dong Fang San was almost furious: "You damn pig!"

He couldn't scold Xue Fu Xiao anymore.

Dong Fang San knew Fang Che's intelligence and how quickly he could grasp any cultivation technique.

He grabbed the communication jade and sent a message to Fang Lao Liu: "Tell your son, under no circumstances should he cultivate the Slaying Emotion Sword for now!!"

He prayed in his heart: I hope it's not too late!

Only then did he start to scold Xue Fu Xiao.

Xue Fu Xiao was bewildered: Damn, you didn't know...

He weakly said, "I already reminded him..."

Dong Fang San felt a bit relieved: "I told you to wait for Wu Dao Tian, why did you come back?"

"Wu Dao Tian didn't see me."

Xue Fu Xiao was extremely depressed: "He just walked in the door, and I jumped out. Before I could say anything, he ran away... I chased him all the way to Huan Ma City and lost him... So I came up to talk to you..."

Dong Fang San slapped his forehead with one hand.

I indeed forgot one thing.

That was to have Xue Fu Xiao catch Wu Dao Tian first before talking to him.

Wu Dao Tian, that notorious bandit who had once evaded the entire Onlyrighteous Sect's high-level members, even when they all hunted him down together.

If we talk about cultivation and combat power, Wu Dao Tian was far inferior to Xue Fu Xiao, but when it came to escaping and hiding, he was truly much better.

Sure enough, he lost him!

Dong Fang San said helplessly, "Then you must have threatened him with his Great Saber Escort Bureau, right?"

"I just said, since you've established such a large business, you should think about your family," Xue Fu Xiao said. "Then he ran even faster."

"Ah..."

Dong Fang San frowned and said, "It would have been better if you hadn't said anything..."

"Why?" Xue Fu Xiao was very puzzled.

"Since we've already discovered his Great Saber Escort Bureau, he has to hide."

"Because Wu Dao Tian knows better than anyone that as long as he can't be found, his Great Saber Escort Bureau will be as solid as a mountain! Even the Onlyrighteous Sect wouldn't dare to touch the Great Saber Escort Bureau!"

Dong Fang San sighed, "Because a hidden Wu Dao Tian is the best protection for the Great Saber Escort Bureau!"

"With Wu Dao Tian always hidden and never showing up, I ask you, what can you do to the Great Saber Escort Bureau?"

Dong Yun Yu sighed, "Don't get involved in this matter."

"What should I do then?" Xue Fuxiao's heart was heavy, feeling distressed that he had messed things up. Honestly, I didn't expect Wu Dao Tian to run away immediately upon seeing me."

Thinking back, he used to have some connection and friendship with Wu Dao Tian.

"How could this person be like this?"

Dong Fang San San fell into deep thought, "This is not your fault. I neglected Wu Dao Tian's state of mind. When Rui Qian Shan returns, I'll personally handle the matter of Wu Dao Tian."

He furrowed his brows and looked out the window, saying softly, "Wu Dao Tian doesn't want to see you, but rather, you make him feel uneasy."

"Hasn't Rui Qian Shan returned yet?" Xue Fuxiao asked in surprise, "After so long, Cold Sword Sect is still standing strong?"

"The longer this drags on, the worse the situation becomes."

Dong Fang San San took a deep breath and said, "If I had kept the appointment with Gu Chang Han, and he had already joined forces with Rui Qian Shan, then he could have brought at least a third of Cold Sword Sect's strength. But after so long... I fear that Gu Chang Han might not even be able to bring out a tenth of his people."

"Even Gu Chang Han himself..."

Dong Fang San San's eyes were filled with worry, "That little girl, Yan Bei Han, actually has such meticulous planning and such capabilities?!"

...

At this moment, far away at the Cold Sword Sect's training ground, a fierce battle was unfolding.

A life-and-death struggle between sect members was taking place.

On both sides, countless people were watching.

On one side, high above, sat Gu Chang Han, his face dark and gloomy, almost ready to explode. Beside him were three elders, five sect guardians, and a group of core disciples from various generations.

On the other side, leading the group, was a woman.

It was Yan Bei Han.

Yan Bei Han, with her tall and slender figure, stood atop a high platform, her red cloak fluttering in the wind.

The north wind howled, and the autumn scenery stretched endlessly.

But the red cloak danced in the wind, adding a touch of brilliance to the autumn mountains that could not be erased, as if spreading a red flame to the ends of the earth.

Beneath the cloak, she wore a black dress, with a light purple silk scarf tied around her waist, revealing only a corner.

Her black hair was held in place by a black obsidian hairpin, revealing her flawless and exquisite beauty.

Her hair danced in the wind behind her.

Her face was expressionless.

Although she was a woman with a graceful figure, no one paid attention to her femininity.

No one dared to appreciate her beauty.

Standing there with her hands behind her back, she exuded a majestic aura, naturally connecting her to the heavens and earth.

She was like a lofty monarch, dignified and aloof, overlooking the mortal world.

To Yan Bei Han's left was Bi Yun Yan, and to her right was Feng Xue.

These three peerless beauties stood as if on a cloud.

In front of them, a woman in black sat at a table, with paper and pen, recording everything.

She was Yan Bei Han's newly recruited talent, Zhou Mei Er, the secretary of the Crimson Army.

With the expansion of the Crimson Army, many girls from the Only Righteous Sect headquarters eagerly signed up. Zhou Mei Er stood out not only in appearance but also in her calm and capable demeanor.

She caught Yan Bei Han's eye.

The sect master of Cold Sword Sect, Ji Chang Yan, sat on her throne, also observing the battle. However, she gave off the impression of being Yan Bei Han's servant.

A loud clash of swords rang out in the arena, and in an instant, the sword lights shone brightly, and the sword aura soared towards the sky.

One person spun in circles, their body constantly spraying blood, staggering and retreating until they finally fell to the ground, lifeless.

Gu Chang Han's thin face revealed a look of sorrow.

His disciple had lost.

Defeat meant death!

"Next match!"

The two referees in the arena raised their flags and shouted.

"No need!"

Gu Chang Han suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Yan Bei Han's face, "Young Miss Yan, we concede."

"Elder!"

Behind Gu Chang Han, countless people looked at him in disbelief.

"Enough."

Gu Chang Han closed his eyes, "Seven days of countless battles; the first five days, we won some and lost some; the last two days, we suffered consecutive defeats, not winning a single match! Originally, our sect's strength was evenly matched, and even those slightly weaker than you managed to defeat you. Don't you understand?"

Across from him, Yan Bei Han's face remained expressionless, and she said calmly, "Elder Gu, there are still two hundred matches left. You still have a great chance. Conceding now, is it not too early?"

She spoke with grace and composure, but her words were as sharp as a knife, "Are you really giving up on your entire sect's heritage, the ancestral altars, and the founding tombs just like that?"

(End of Chapter)

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