Chapter 76: Fang Che's Grandmaster Banquet
Chapter 76: Fang Che's Grandmaster Banquet
Fang Che was unaware that his report had alerted the Unity Sect to a massive problem.
However, it also helped the Seal God Palace resolve a crisis.
Of course, Fang Che wouldn't have cared even if he knew, and knowing about it would only serve as a further reminder. After all, it was far more beneficial for him to have the Seal God Palace as the sect leader than for others to hold that position.
That evening, the Huo family didn't show up.
The Three Saints Sect was also absent.
The Heaven Deity Sect didn't make an appearance either.
Fang Che didn't even light any incense.
He thought for a moment and felt that he hadn't done anything significant recently, so he decided to do something the next day.
He would host a banquet in the Martial Academy dining hall.
In the past few days, he had been a bit too aggressive in his actions, tarnishing his gentlemanly image, and he needed to make amends.
After all, he had to not only make a name for himself in the Unity Sect but also gain a foothold among the Guardians. Ideally, he would secure an official position among the Guardians... the higher, the better.
As for the Unity Sect, Fang Che was now thinking... what if I become the sect leader? Hmm?... Just thinking about it made him feel a sense of satisfaction.
There were other matters he wanted to discuss, and of course, he would take care of other things as well.
As for the reason for the banquet, he had already thought it through.
He had just been promoted to a Minor Grandmaster.
This was a significant step forward.
A grandmaster banquet...
That very evening, in the White Cloud Martial Academy's restaurant, Fang Che had booked three large tables.
Four instructors sat at the head table.
Additionally, instructors from Class Eleven were invited to join, filling up another table.
The reason given was: "Thank you, instructors, for not treating me like an ordinary person."
The four instructors didn't want to come: "We were the ones who got beaten up, and now the person who beat us has been promoted to a grandmaster. It's hard to stomach this."
However, Li Changkong and others forcefully brought them along.
Li Changkong thought that with Fang Che's vengeful nature, he would likely go back to the White Cloud Martial Academy and get into more fights.
It was crucial to get to know the instructors from Class Eleven beforehand.
Next were Fang Qingyun and a group of classmates, a total of over twenty people, with four males and sixteen females, occupying two large tables.
Then there were Mo Gan Yun, Ding Jueran, Qiu Yun, Jing Shuanggao, and Xie Gongping, who were also invited to sit with Fang Che.
The class president and vice president were also invited.
Originally, Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun were supposed to be the class president and vice president, but neither of them wanted the positions.
So, they had to find replacements.
Seeing this, Fang Che stood up and began his opening speech.
"Instructors, teachers, senior brothers and sisters, and fellow students, I, Fang Che, since entering the White Cloud Martial Academy..."
He spoke at length, saying, "With the guidance and care of all of you, I have finally taken a step forward on the path of cultivation, becoming a Martial Grandmaster... Ahem!"
He coughed as he spoke.
His face turned slightly red.
After all, Fang Che still had some face to save as a minor grandmaster.
But everyone was already chuckling.
Li Changkong smiled with narrowed eyes, saying, "Yes, Fang Grandmaster, your promotion is a grand occasion for our martial world. Therefore, we, as generals, commanders, kings, and emperors, must come to celebrate and pay our respects to Fang Grandmaster."
As soon as Li Changkong spoke, the laughter nearly lifted the restaurant.
Even Ding Jueran's typically expressionless face managed to crack a smile.
Fang Che's face turned red, and he forced himself to maintain his composure, coughing repeatedly, "Today, as a student, I have also taken a step forward. Therefore, I have prepared some wine... Ahem... Everyone... Ahem... Let's celebrate."
Everyone raised their glasses in unison.
"Pffft!"
Everyone burst out laughing in unison.
Fang Che stood stiffly, holding his wine glass, a helpless smile on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Instructor Li... This situation is a bit disorganized and undisciplined..."
Li Changkong laughed, "Today is a joyous occasion, don't worry about the details."
No one paid attention, and Fang Che had no choice but to try to salvage his dignity.
For the sake of his goals, what was a little loss of face?
I, Fang Che, have even bowed to the leader of the Unity Sect, the Seal God Palace. How could I not endure a few laughs?
But as everyone laughed louder, Fang Che found it increasingly difficult to bear.
Especially when the instructors raised their glasses and solemnly addressed him, saying, "Fang Grandmaster, your promotion is a cause for celebration across the land. As a mere king-rank, I am honored to witness this victorious feast. I offer this toast as a token of my gratitude." Fang Che felt like his face had turned into pig's blood.
So, he quickly raised his glass and drank it in one gulp, shouting, "Good wine!"
This shout unexpectedly utilized his cultivation, like a thunderclap, causing everyone to freeze for a moment.
"Hold your laughter for a moment, I have a few words to say."
Fang Che stood tall with his chest puffed out.
"Pfft..."
Some people couldn't hold back their laughter but immediately forced themselves to stop.
Fang Che immediately immersed himself in his emotions and put on a solemn expression, saying, "I have indeed taken a step forward, but I know that this distance is insignificant. The White Cloud Martial Academy is filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and many of my classmates come from major clans."
"Some are even from third-rank and fourth-rank clans, and among them may be hidden geniuses from first-rank and second-rank clans. My background, Fang Che, cannot compare to theirs."
"What they lack is merely the breakthrough to the Primordial Great Master rank.
As long as one breaks through with their own strength, the accumulation of power in this life can be considered complete. By then, no matter how much these classmates soar, no one will be surprised."
Fang Che spoke softly, sighing as he said, "This is the greatest fairness in the world, because their parents and ancestors have paid too much, laying the foundation for them to solidify their foundation and squander their resources. So, they can now accumulate calmly, accumulate and then burst forth, and soar into the sky in the future."
"But this is also the greatest unfairness in the world. Because... we, as poor disciples or disciples from small clans, no matter how hard we try, we cannot have the same starting point as these classmates."
"Everything depends on oneself."
At this point, no one was laughing anymore.
Except for Jing Shuanggao, Yuzhongge, Xie Gongping, and Mo Ganyun, who had thoughtful expressions, everyone else, including the eight instructors, had a hint of gloom in their eyes.
Especially the eight instructors, who had all experienced this themselves, had a trace of gloom on their faces.
The geniuses of the great clans, especially those who cultivated after reaching the Primordial Great Master, still had vivid memories of their cultivation.
The frustration of being originally far ahead, only to be surpassed in an instant after the other party broke through to the Primordial Great Master, was unforgettable.
"Sigh..."
Explosive Rain sighed softly, tilting his head back and downing a mouthful of wine.
It seemed like he was drinking away all the frustrations of these years.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the four instructors of Class 11 were drinking even faster than him, their faces filled with bitterness and sorrow.
He couldn't help but sigh again.
Martial practitioners from ordinary families and those from eighth to twelfth-rank clans generally felt like they had crossed countless mountains when they reached the Primordial Great Master.
They had reached a certain height.
Because even the elders and ancestors of their own clans had only cultivated to this level.
Moreover, when they continued to cultivate, they couldn't even see a path ahead.
The clan's path had reached its end here. They could only rely on the guidance of instructors in the Martial Academy, slowly exploring step by step.
For the geniuses of the great clans, reaching the Primordial Great Master was merely the beginning of their martial path.
Children from ordinary families struggled, advanced, and improved tirelessly, leaving the children of the great clans far behind before reaching the Primordial Great Master.
When they themselves broke through to the Primordial Great Master, the others were only at the third or fourth level of the Martial Sage.
By the time they reached the fifth or sixth level of the Primordial, the others had just broken through to the Great Master. This gap was obvious, right?
But from this point on, one day, you'd wake up to find that the other party had already reached the King Rank!
It's like a race.
When you're about to reach the summit of Mount Everest with all your might, others are still at the starting point.
But with just one step, they leap over the entire Himalayas!
That kind of despair.
It's hard to describe.
Seeing that he had resonated with everyone, Fang Che finally felt relieved and said, "So, I invited you all here today to celebrate. But it's also a celebration of me reaching their starting point."
"From today onwards, I will start chasing after them."
Fang Che raised his cup again, "I feel honored that I've reached their starting point at the age of seventeen."
He finished his drink in one go.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became lively, especially at Fang Qingyun's table, where most of the young men and women had just advanced to the Martial Sage rank. Fang Che's words ignited their passion and fighting spirit, along with a strong sense of rivalry.
"Well said, cousin!"
After a few cups of wine, Fang Qingyun's spirits were high, "Let's work hard together."
"Let's work hard together!"
Even Ding Jueran's eyes shone with determination.
"I'm so fortunate to have entered the White Cloud Martial Academy, and to have met all of you."
"With such great instructors, senior brothers and sisters, companions, and opponents."
Fang Che stood up and nodded slightly towards Ding Jueran, Qiu Yun, Mo Ganyun, Xie Gongping, Yuzhongge, and Jing Shuanggao, "You are all my opponents, my companions, and my friends."
"Including my senior brothers and sisters, and all of you, I hope that one day, when we fight against the Demon Sect, we can rely on each other as shields, entrusting our lives to one another without hesitation."
When Fang Che said these words, he clearly noticed Ding Jueran's eyes suddenly dimming.
Ding Jueran lowered his head silently, raised his cup, and drank it all.
Fang Che looked around and saw that Wan Zhimei, who was sitting with Fang Qingyun, had a change in her expression, as if her smile was not as sincere.
But Fang Che glanced at her and had already made plans regarding this person.
The words he had just spoken about fighting the Demon Sect were also deliberately said.
"This is enough for now, I'll gradually investigate later."
Then, everyone raised their cups, and the formal banquet began, with the hosts and guests enjoying themselves.
Li Changkong and the other three also started to raise their cups in unison, looking thoughtfully at Fang Che.
They felt that this guy wouldn't be so straightforward in saying all this, nor would he simply treat them to a meal. There must be another intention behind it.
But... they couldn't figure it out.
Recalling Fang Che's tactics in Bi Bo City, where he seized the Su family's property and eradicated them using demonic methods, they felt even more perplexed.
...
[Today is my son's birthday, and I had a drink earlier, so I fell asleep after returning home.]
(End of Chapter)
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