The Monarch Of Everlasting Night Chapter 671: San San's Loss of Composure - Novel Cool

Chapter 671: San San's Loss of Composure

Chapter 671: San San's Loss of Composure

The other Hall Lords in the Guardian Hall of the Celestial Capital City saw that even the Hall Lord had been snubbed, so they no longer tried to persuade him, and one by one, they left with embarrassed expressions.

Everyone felt as if they had stuck their noses where they didn't belong, and the discomfort was unbearable.

As soon as they left, they couldn't wait to vent their frustrations.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's really rude."

"He really thinks he's the best in the world... just a minor Venerable rank..."

"After killing a few people in the Southeast, he's looking down on everyone?"

"Maybe he foresaw that he would lose tomorrow, so he's in a bad mood."

"With that attitude, he deserves to lose."

"Let's go tomorrow and see how this jerk gets beaten up on the arena, crying and screaming. He really pisses me off..."

"I've never met someone like this. He doesn't even understand basic social etiquette..."

The Celestial Capital City, one of the top five cities on the Guardian Continent, was located in the heart of a prosperous inland region. The Hall Lords who guarded the Guardian Hall here were not ordinary people; each of them held high positions and wielded great power.

When had they ever been treated so disrespectfully? Moreover, Fang Che was just a life and death patrol from the Southeast Headquarters. Their region was considered part of the central area, so how dare a life and death patrol from a remote area come to their central region and show off?

He must be blind!

Everyone was indignant and decided to leave.

Fang Che sat cross-legged in his room, adjusting his state.

During this trip, Sun Wutian's special training was truly inhumane. After tearing through space a few times, he took Fang Che into the spatial dimension for special training.

All kinds of beatings.

Fang Che felt as if the old demon was taking out his frustrations on him, as if he had taken a wrong turn in life and was venting his anger on Fang Che.

No matter what he did, it was wrong, and even if he trained perfectly, he still got beaten.

All kinds of spiritual liquids and pills were given to Fang Che, and then the beatings began. He trained with various weapons, and the flying dagger was practiced repeatedly.

What made Fang Che feel wronged was that the old demon had a unique training method.

In a straight line, a hundred zhang away, a green bean was placed.

Within this hundred zhang distance, thirty-six bamboo poles were erected.

When the flying dagger was released, spiritual energy manipulation was not allowed. It had to rely entirely on technique, causing the flying dagger to move like a snake and strike the green bean.

Furthermore, the green bean had to be pierced without breaking it.

Fang Che went crazy on the spot, "Ancestor, this is impossible, right?"

In response, Sun Wutian beat him up, "If others can do it, why can't you?"

Fang Che was beaten up, but he remained unconvinced, "Who can do it?"

"The Fatal Flying Blade can!"

Sun Wutian beat him up again.

"Ancestor! They have thousands of years of accumulation and cultivation!"

Fang Che shouted in frustration, "I've only had two days! Two days... how can I compare?"

Sun Wutian flew into a rage, "You dare to make excuses!"

And so, he beat him up again and then left to tear through space and continue their journey, "When I come back, if you can't do it, I'll skin you!"

Fang Che fought with all his might, we won't let you!"

Sun Wutian continued to beat him up...

All the way to the south gate of the Celestial Capital City, Fang Che calculated that he had been beaten up sixteen times in total! The old demon was exceptionally experienced in beating people, making every part of his body hurt so badly that he wished for death. However, his bones and meridians remained unharmed.

In summary, Fang Che's day and a half felt like living in hell.

Now that he had some free time, he still felt pain all over his body.

But the benefit was... he had finally advanced from the second level of the Venerable rank to the initial stage of the third level!

"In this regard, the Xue family did follow the rules. That Xue Yihong is also at the third level of the Venerable rank."

Regarding this Xue Yihong, Fang Che dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Xue Yihong was a genius with a renowned reputation.

In terms of reputation, Fang Che's fame across the entire continent may have surpassed Xue Yihong, but...

Xue Yihong had been fighting relentlessly in the extreme cold region guarded by the Xue family for over a decade. His cultivation, combat strength, and battle experience were all exceptionally rich.

Moreover, each step of his advancement was built upon a solid foundation, ensuring that he only progressed when he had reached his limit.

Even with Fang Che's self-confidence, he dared not guarantee victory.

He must thoroughly rest and prepare for tomorrow's battle.

Fang Che began to cultivate the Boundless Dharma Scripture.

That night, he spent it in quiet contemplation.

...

The inn where the Xue family was staying was also completely quiet.

The room where Xue Yihong was staying was absolutely silent.

The ancestors spoke in whispers in the adjacent rooms, even using sound transmission to avoid disturbing Xue Yihong's state.

"The ancestor has given the order to win, not to lose. We hope that tomorrow's battle... will not have any unexpected outcomes."

Up until now, although the situation seemed almost certain, the Xue family members still felt a bit anxious.

There was no way around it. The order from Xue Fuxiao, 'win, but do not lose,' put immense pressure on the Xue family members.

Everyone remained composed.

"This battle has a ninety percent chance of victory."

Someone spoke up.

"But there's still a ten percent chance of something unexpected happening."

"An old ancestor of the Xue family, his hair and beard now white, frowned with a troubled expression, "It's best to ensure absolute success. You don't know, once the ancestor starts to straighten out the family, that kind of terror, the kind of low-pressure atmosphere that envelops the entire family, can last for hundreds of years..."

"Hundredsigh.

"Hundreds of years, even breathing feels like a crime..."

"Last year, the matter with Xue Wanshi, I thought the ancestor would return to straighten out the family, but he didn't. I estimate it's because of this one-year agreement. He's waiting to see the final result."

"If we lose this time, the Xue family descendants..." He sighed.

The white-bearded elder's face turned pale, "I estimate that many will be sent to mine, and they will definitely be underground mines. Once they go down, it'll be at least a hundred years before they can come back up..."

"Last year, we straightened out a batch of unworthy descendants..."

"That was just the beginning."

The white-bearded elder snorted through his nose, "When the ancestor straightens out the family, he truly wields the knife! For the later generations, if they dare to do evil, the ancestor will kill without blinking, even more so than killing members of the Only Righteous Sect."

"..."

As they mentioned the past events, everyone spoke with heavy hearts.

Although they now had a high chance of winning, their hearts still felt like they were carrying a mountain. They feared the one-in-a-million chance.

"At this point, worrying is useless. Let's see the results of the battle tomorrow. Win or lose, we must not lose our composure."

The ancestor finally sighed, "Fang Tu has gone through a lot, regardless of the outcome, we must not lose our manners."

"We understand!"

The Xue family members all had solemn expressions. As descendants of Xue Fuxiao, the ancestor had once straightened out a batch of families of guardians and defenders.

The scale back then was far less than Fang Che's current undertaking, but the pressure the Xue family endured was still as heavy as mountains and seas.

So they knew better than anyone the immense pressure Fang Che was bearing.

...

The Celestial Capital was sleepless all night.

They were waiting for the battle tomorrow.

The eyes of millions were upon them.

But inside the Guardian Headquarters, it was calm.

Dongfang Sanzan was instructing the tallying of bets from various places, seeing how much money they could win. He had even planned how to spend this money.

Education, roads, poverty alleviation, migration, medical care, and shelter...

And various departments, especially the Nirvana Martial Academy in the southeast...

Dongfang Sanzan turned a deaf ear to the rumors of 'doing this to live up to expectations.'

There were also some who pitied the gamblers who would lose everything and be unable to continue living, but Dongfang Sanzan only scoffed at these comments.

He didn't take them to heart at all.

Was reputation more important, or the people of the continent?

Were the lives of a few gamblers more important, or the entire continent?

In Dongfang's heart, there was a clear account. He knew what he was doing, and he no longer cared about worldly praise or criticism.

Moreover, he was in a good mood during this time.

He even looked forward to what surprise Fang Che had in store.

"Could it be a large piece of Divine Essence?"

Dongfang Sanzan considered.

What could surprise him? What he cared about most now was the overall combat strength of the continent, how to enhance the high-level combat strength, and how to help more high-level warriors with damaged origins recover..."

Besides these matters, nothing else seemed like a surprise.

Saber unsheathed, "We're here! If there's a large piece of Divine Essence, it would be enough to restore ten people... That would be great."

Dongfang Sanzan looked forward to it.

This matter made him act out of character, even feeling a little restless.

When he became aware of it, he couldn't help but laugh at himself: after experiencing so many storms, he was still so excited about a little surprise...

It seemed like he was becoming more and more childish.

It was just this little guy, Fang Che, who lacked experience and probably couldn't even imagine what kind of surprise he could bring to someone of Dongfang's caliber.

Perhaps he was just excited to obtain a small amount of resources to restore the origin and quickly came to please Dongfang...

Dongfang Sanzan's mind wandered, thinking about how he should act if the surprise fell short of expectations, and how he should make Fang Che feel satisfied... taking care of his pride.

As he was thinking...

A powerful aura suddenly rushed in from the distance, reaching its peak.

Xue Fuxiao?

How did he return? Wasn't he supposed to come back after the battle of the Celestial Capital?

As he was thinking...

Xue Fuxiao had already arrived, swooshing right in front of Dongfang Sanzan's door.

Without even knocking, he barged in, "Hahaha, Sanzan, how are you doing?"

Dongfang Sanzan furrowed his brows, his scrutinizing gaze fixed on Xue Fuxiao's face, and said calmly, "You... seem to be in a good mood."

"Hahaha..."

Xue Fuxiao closed the door, sat down in front of Dongfang Sanzan, crossed his legs, and tapped his fingers on the table, "Sanzan, get me a cup of tea."

Dongfang Sanzan burst into laughter, feeling incredibly refreshed, and said, "It seems this surprise is not small. I'll look forward to it."

Xue Fuxiao, with his legs crossed and fingers tapping on the table, exuded an indescribable arrogance, and he said through his nose, "Hmm?"

"Let you be happy for a while."

Since Xue Fuxiao was in high spirits, Dongfang Sanzan wouldn't spoil the mood.

So, Xue Fuxiao made tea for him with great posture and served it with all the proper etiquette.

Xue Fuxiao, with his legs crossed, praised the tea, "Sanzan, your skills are getting better and better."

Dongfang Sanzan hummed, "How much longer will you keep boasting?"

Xue Fuxiao chuckled, "Sanzan, dance for me, and I'll tell you."

Dance? Dongfang Sanzan's face darkened, and he said indifferently, "You can keep it, I don't want it."

He turned to the back of the table and started working.

Xue Fuxiao was puzzled, "Huh?"

"There really is something good, a huge surprise. I guarantee your eyes will pop out," Xue Fuxiao quickly explained.

"I don't want it."

"There really is!"

"Get out!"

Xue Fuxiao was stunned.

This... wasn't what he had planned.

He grimaced and said, "There really are many Nine Dragon Vein Fruits..."

Nine Dragon Vein Fruits? Many? Dongfang Sanzan's mind flashed for a moment.

But his face grew even colder.

"Stop the noise and get out!"

"Nine Dragon Vein Fruits!" Xue Fuxiao was getting angry.

Because he realized that Dongfang Sanzan's acting might not be an act.

As expected, Dongfang Sanzan remained unmoved, "Take it away, I don't want it!"

His face was cold and stern.

Xue Fuxiao was truly dumbfounded, and he begged in a low voice, "Just take a look."

"I won't look."

"Please..."

"I won't even look if you beg. Get out!"

"I was wrong..."

"Hmph..."

Xue Fuxiao begged and pleaded for a long time, making countless promises and assurances, and even swearing that he would never play pranks again...

After that, Dongfang Sanzan's face slightly brightened, and he finally looked up slightly, saying coldly, "Just this once?"

Xue Fuxiao was as if granted a great pardon, "Absolutely, it won't happen again."

"I don't believe you, you should leave."

"Sanzan... what more do you want from me..."

Xue Fuxiao was about to cry. Clearly, he had come to share good news, but his boasting had annoyed the other person. What should he do now?

Only then did Dongfang Sanzan stand up with his hands behind his back and say indifferently, "Then what are you waiting for? The surprise?"

"Umm..."

Xue Fuxiao had no thoughts left, and he heaved a sigh of relief, "It's here, right here."

He quickly took out a Nine Dragon Vein Fruit.

He glanced at Dongfang Sanzan's expression.

Dongfang Sanzan's face showed disinterest, "Is that all?"

"There's more."

Xue Fuxiao took out another ten or so.

Dongfang Sanzan silently recited the calming mantra in his mind, his face unchanged, and he slowly nodded, "It's passable."

Not even moved by this? When did Sanzan become so rich? Xue Fuxiao, in a hurry, kept digging and digging, filling the entire room with Nine Dragon Vein Fruits.

!!

Dongfang Sanzan almost lost control, but in the end, he maintained his composure and said calmly, "Not bad. I knew that side was abundant... Fang Che has fulfilled my expectations. The quantity is just a little less than expected, though."

A little less.

If it weren't for Xue Fuxiao being here, Dongfang Sanzan would have probably already started dancing and jumping for joy.

But now, he couldn't show a good face to this guy. Otherwise, he'd keep dangling the carrot in front of him.

So, Dongfang Sanzan could only show a look of 'I'm barely satisfied.'

Xue Fuxiao was truly surprised.

Sanzan didn't even care about these?

He watched as Dongfang Sanzan calmly put away the Nine Dragon Vein Fruits, his expression unchanged from beginning to end.

Finally, Xue Fuxiao slumped, "There are also some Color Crystals."

"Color Crystals? Hmm, that's within expectations."

Dongfang Sanzan, with his hands behind his back, pinched his thigh, "Many or few?"

"Many, like a small mountain."

"Oh..." Dongfang Sanzan became even colder, "Pour them out."

Xue Fuxiao sighed.

There was a loud clatter...

Boom! Dongfang Sanzan's room was filled with a brilliant treasure light, and the spiritual energy exploded,

"..."

Finally, Dongfang Sanzan's eyes widened, his mouth agape, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Xue Fuxiao glanced at him with a sense of satisfaction, "So calm?"

But Dongfang Sanzan took a deep breath and said, "Not bad at all! Beyond my expectations! Truly a surprise!"

He said 'truly a surprise' with his mouth, but his face remained calm, with only a slight hint of emotion, not much more.

Xue Fuxiao was truly disappointed.

As expected, seeing Sanzan's reaction was not going to happen.

"There are still thirty Heavenly Jade Flowers left... This thing, Fang Che emphasized that it must be kept secret. See if you can find a way."

Xue Fuxiao dismissed the Heavenly Jade Flowers.

In his opinion, they weren't very useful, and they were only suitable for women. What's the use of that?

"Heavenly Jade Flowers?"

Dongfang Sanzan's eyes lit up.

This was a good thing!

Xue Fuxiao, this guy, seemed to have no interest in the Heavenly Jade Flowers. Dongfang Sanzan understood with just one look.

A fool.

The value of something lies in its worth, not in its suitability for men or women.

In Dongfang Sanzan's eyes, these Heavenly Jade Flowers were just as valuable as the Nine Dragon Vein Fruits and Color Crystals.

"The Supreme Leader's plan to nurture the Toad Venom into a divine being has spread rumors about the Heavenly Jade Flowers. Therefore, Fang Che's request for secrecy is reasonable."

Dongfang Sanzan had already recited the calming mantra in his mind several times, and he felt like he was about to lose control.

The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, almost unable to suppress a smile.

With a cold demeanor, he asked, "Do you have something else?"

"Ah... no."

Xue Fuxiao, who had been hoping for a joke, now looked like an eggplant that had been frostbitten, his head drooping, and his spirit completely deflated.

"Nothing else? Have you forgotten the task I assigned you?"

Dongfang Sanzan seemed to be holding back her anger as she scolded, "Are you still not going?"

Whoosh! Xue Fuxiao leaped out the window and fled in disarray.

This time, he had returned with a surprise, but ended up feeling embarrassed. After making so many promises and conditions, he was harshly scolded and left with nothing. He walked away with a dejected expression, his eyes downcast.

"Oh, why bother..."

Xue Fuxiao tore through space, disappearing without a trace.

Dongfang Sanzan stood by the window, her fingers trembling, as she watched Xue Fuxiao vanish without a trace, not even leaving behind any spatial fluctuations.

Then, she suddenly turned around.

Silently, she opened her mouth wide.

She twisted her leg with her hand.

Her hands trembled with excitement, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Great, great, great!"

"So many of my old brothers can be saved!"

"So many of my old sisters can finally hold their heads up high again!"

"So many of my brothers whose cultivation had stagnated can now speed up their progress!"

"I can establish my own Guardian's spirit veins!"

"The energy in the Star Spirit Hall can last for more than two thousand years! In these two thousand years, how many geniuses can be cultivated..."

"My Guardian has finally turned the tide!"

"This continent..."

"My disabled children..."

"...

Dongfang Sanzan's eyes welled up with tears, and she greedily caressed the mountain of color crystals in front of her, like a farmer who had been in debt for a lifetime and finally saw a bountiful harvest this year.

"So good... so beautiful..."

Dongfang Sanzan's voice trembled.

After a long while, she said, "Fang Che, don't talk about the future. Even now, you have already made a name for yourself in history!"

Dongfang Sanzan sighed with excitement, her eyes red as she put away the items one by one. Finally, the ground was clean and tidy.

She took two steps back and sat down in the chair.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

She took a deep breath.

"It's not that I wanted to drive you away... but I can't let my true excitement be known to others..."

Dongfang Sanzan's voice trembled, and her tears shook.

"So good... so great..."

...

The Heavenly Human Martial Academy was packed to the brim.

The viewing platforms around the battle arena had been expanded by twenty levels, and the crowd had spilled over to the walls, yet it was still overcrowded.

Inside, people were packed like sardines.

Fortunately, these were all martial artists.

If ordinary people were squeezed like this, there would have been casualties by now, either from being crushed or suffocated!

At the end of the morning, the judges arrived.

In the middle of the morning, the headmasters of the Heavenly Human Martial Academy and other academies entered the arena, followed by the central commander of the Guardian Hall. Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu, who had come to preside over the event, also made their entrance.

The top fifty of the Cloud Sword Spectrum sat in attendance.

The Xue family members entered the waiting area like a drifting cloud, while the two Xue family ancestors were invited to the viewing platform, where they sat in the middle of the first row alongside the central commander and the headmasters.

Among the Six Star Gods of the Northern Dipper, Qin Fengyun sat in the first row, while the other five sat behind him in the second row. Except for Jiang Shangou, the others seemed disinterested in the competition.

There was still a little time left before noon.

Fang Tu had not yet arrived.

(End of Chapter)

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