Monarch Night-Chapter 31 - 22: To the White Cloud Peak_2

"I'm talking about something that's completely mine; it has nothing to do with your sleazy laugh."

"From body to soul and Divine Sense, including every step of improvement, you need to imprint it, huh."

Sun Yuan squinted his eyes and smiled, "That plan's not bad. When you use it in the future, it will be even more handy... and much more... exhilarating."

"..."

Fang Che was exasperated.

Old lecher!

I am a gentleman, I look down on you!

"I won't interfere, then. You can train her from a young age."

"Uh... Master, I still need you to add a remark for me in the sect, about the matter of having a personal maid."

Fang Che spoke these words with great skill.

A remark by himself, having a personal maid like that would save Ye Meng the need for a sect initiation ritual and allow her to exist as his possession.

And in the future, whether to stay or go, it all depended on his own mood.

This was a clever workaround.

Sun Yuan almost didn't hesitate to agree; for him, an elder of the sect, such a small matter didn't need to go through anyone else. He could handle it himself with just a few words.

"Alright, I'll take care of this. You just focus on preparing for the battle."

"Yes."

That day, Fang Che consumed a Bi ling Pill and a Bi ling Flower, and began to assimilate the medicine's power.

Sun Yuan stood guard at the door.

He then saw a vortex suddenly forming around Fang Che, with countless streams of nature's spiritual energy swirling towards him, ceaselessly pouring into his body.

Sun Yuan was startled at first.

Holy shit!

Is this the cultivation of a Seventh Grade Warrior?

This is an eye-opener.

Starting from when the Bi ling Pill entered his throat, an endless supply of Spiritual Energy began to fill his organs and disperse throughout his meridians. Even when it reached his stomach, it still spread out ceaselessly.

Spiritual Energy filled every part of his body.

As he circulated the Infinite Scripture over and over, this Spiritual Energy was drawn back into his Dantian from his meridians, circled through once, and transformed into his own power.

The bottleneck of the Seventh Realm Warrior was nearly instantly filled up.

Then, breaking through like bamboo, he entered the Eighth grade Warrior stage, after which the Spiritual Power gathered again, circulated once more, and his Dan Tian Spiritual Power swelled up again.

With a boom, a new meridian point was breached.

He advanced to the Ninth grade warrior.

By the time Fang Che had fully absorbed a Bi ling Pill, he had reached Perfect Ninth grade warrior.

Moreover, his Divine Sense had also doubled in strength, thanks to the power of the Bi ling Flower.

Fang Che felt incredibly comfortable all over, his mind exceedingly clear.

Standing up, his bones crackled with a series of popping sounds.

He walked out the door, just in time to see Sun Yuan's shocked face.

"Ninth Realm Perfection?"

"Yes."

Sun Yuan shuddered, clenched his teeth, and forcibly steadied himself, saying, "Not bad, within my expectations."

He quickly turned his head, "Let's spar a bit to dissipate the medicinal power."

"Great!"

Later that night.

In the wee hours.

After finishing sparring, Sun Yuan found an excuse and hurriedly left.

There was no choice.

He suppressed his cultivation to match his disciple's level, yet he couldn't beat his disciple.

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And it wasn't just that; he secretly increased his cultivation to the First Grade Martial master and was... beaten up!

Where could he possibly make sense of this?

So he secretly pushed his cultivation to the Third Grade Martial master to suppress his disciple.

Sun Yuan felt utterly devoid of face.

Although sparring with his disciple occasionally gave him the feeling of being 'inspired' in his use of techniques, which was a tangible benefit...

Sun Yuan felt even worse because of it.

Who exactly is the master, and who is the disciple?

Thus...

"From now on, you'll practice on your own. I believe you can certainly do it. I will continue to look for cultivation resources for you."

Barely maintaining his last bit of dignity and 'master's authority, Sun Yuan left a word and fled.

He had originally planned to give Ye Meng some pointers, to assert his presence.

But now, he simply didn't feel like it.

Fang Che's guidance would probably be better than his own...

"Having a genius disciple really brings an indescribable feeling of bitterness."

...

It took Fang Che five days to absorb three Bi ling Pills and three Bi ling Flowers. As for the Bi grass root, he planted it in the courtyard.

It was used to gather Spiritual Energy.

Under each Bi grass root, Fang Che placed two Demon Beast Cores.

The Spiritual Energy in the entire courtyard grew increasingly intense.

Ye Meng, Fang Qianyi, and the two maids felt that the air was fresher every day, their complexions radiant.

After five days, Fang Che directly boosted his cultivation to the Third Grade Martial master!

Peak.

Fang Qianyi's mouth twisted into a joyful smile.

Especially after sparring with his son and being overwhelmed despite matching cultivation levels... Fang Qianyi's smile widened even further.

"A genius indeed! Worthy of being my own flesh and blood!"

Skilled in swordsmanship.

Over these few days, Ye Meng had been beaten by Fang Che around forty or fifty times, scolded two hundred and sixty-three times.

Now, Ye Meng was completely bewildered.

Because Fang Che's scolding made sense.

After each beating and scolding, when he returned to his room to reflect and ponder, he would feel that this was the right way.

Following Fang Che's advice, his strength indeed increased rapidly.

Thus, Ye Meng plunged into self-doubt.

Since Fang Che made no moves, Ye Meng had no intelligence to relay, and everything remained uneventful.

Regarding the targets assigned by the Yixin Sect for him to handle, Fang Che had no intention of exposing them to the Guardian just yet.

Because he had just received news that if they were exposed now, he would almost certainly become the prime suspect without any doubt.

"There's plenty of time, let us play the long game."

The days passed, one after another.

Soon, it was July, the time of year when Martial Arts Academies recruited new students.

Martial artists from all over started to converge on Baiyun State.

Southeast Baiyun Martial Academy!

As the saying goes,

"Cultivate a hero's spirit, stand tall at the edge of the White Clouds!"

Among the top eight great Martial Arts Academies in the world, Baiyun Martial Academy ranked fifth.

It was one of the most elite.

The entire Southeast Road, with its seven states and fifty-six cities, was all within the recruitment area.

"After you get there, don't forget to contact your cousin; he's a top student at Baiyun Martial Academy. With him there, I can rest easy."

As Fang Qianyi packed, he incessantly nattered.

"I know, Mother,"

Fang Che responded repeatedly, "Mother, I've left you five hundred Demon Beast Cores and a small bag of Spirit Crystals. You should stop taking on missions and focus on cultivating at home. It will spare me the worry of you fighting life and death battles, which disturbs my peace of mind."

"I should do something, at least..."

"I think you should focus on cultivation. If you get hurt or something, I'll be restless, and it might cause problems for me at the academy. I'm young and can't maintain tranquility. Once there, I won't have any holidays to come back. What if I get killed or crippled?"

Fang Che scared her.

Fang Qianyi shuddered and tapped her son's head with her finger with two crisp dings, saying, "Then I'll try my best not to go out."

"Exactly. Just cultivate in our yard where the Bi grass root Master gave us can gather Spiritual Energy."

Fang Che felt somewhat relieved.

As long as Fang Qianyi didn't venture into the deep mountains and forests, in Bibo City, with her Great Grandmaster cultivation, she was basically invincible.

But if she ventured out... frankly, having Innate Grandmaster cultivation really wasn't anything special.

With countless masters outside, any King level or Emperor Level could slap her dead in an instant.

Having successfully frightened Fang Qianyi, Fang Che began to prepare.

He had plenty of money; all of the Su Family's wealth was in his hands for 'safekeeping.' This financial power was probably unmatched even among all the new and old students at Baiyun Martial Academy.

The academy's rules dictated that new students must not be escorted.

They had to set off on their own, undertaking the journey.

"From today on, you are no longer a child under your parents' care but a Martial Artist in this world."

This was the rule of the academy.

They were various assessments along the way.

These assessments came with Points.

If one scored over one hundred Points, they could enter the academy without tests; over two hundred Points, free tuition without tests.

Those who safely reached the Martial Academy were ranked according to their Points, and the top hundred would compete in martial combat to fight for the title of 'White Cloud Top Scholar.'

The next morning.

Fang Che, dressed in a black robe, tall and straight with his back erect.

The Maid, Ye Meng, in a pink dress, stood quietly by his side.

A carriage arrived, and the four trunks were thunked on board.

Ye Meng reached out to lift the carriage curtain.

Fang Che stepped in, his black robes fluttering.

Ye Meng bowed her head and followed.

The coachman cracked his whip, the strong horses lifted their hooves, and the carriage slowly set in motion.

Under the reluctant gazes and earnest reminders of Fang Qianyi and Fang Zhenghang, the carriage gradually left the courtyard.

The wind picked up, raising a cloud of dust.

Fang Che's brows slightly furrowed; he sat upright, looking straight ahead along an extending road.

His eyes were deep, his expression calm, his heart as tranquil as a still lake or calm sea.

He knew that at this moment, he had truly embarked on his journey.

It was as if saying:

With a spirit soaring high above, I test my sword in the Southeast;

Bracing for stormy weather ahead, with my head held high, touching the White Clouds.

...

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