Monarch Night

The Guardian must pretend not to know the position of the Yishan Sect to ensure the apparent legitimacy of the Worldwide Escort Agency.

Even though the Shi Family represented by Zheng Yunqi can exert pressure, the distance is too great. The Yishan Sect may give some face, but they won't give face forever.

Especially since people have died.

As soon as Zhao Wushang and others leave, the situation of the Worldwide Escort Agency will inevitably worsen.

If the Yishan Sect truly comes looking, what should be done?

Fang Che suddenly felt a bit melancholic.

He didn't regret killing those two people, but he really didn't expect Yin Shen Palace to be blocked at Headquarters by Hai Wuliang!

"No matter, they're dead anyway, let's just take it one step at a time."

And at this time...

The leader of the subsequent dark inspection team from the Weiwo Sect Headquarters finally arrived.

In the afternoon, they began advancing towards Baiyun State City.

...

Evening.

Fang Che arrived at the large stone where he felt the spear intent, only to find that someone was occupying it.

A person wearing a simple cyan robe sat cross-legged on the stone.

His eyes stared intently at the distant cave entrance.

In his hands was an Eight footed Snake Spear, emitting a dark golden metallic sheen, just looking at this spear sent chills down one's spine.

It seemed filled with boundless killing intent, countless lives.

This person's hair was disheveled, quite messy, and his frame was extraordinarily burly.

Even sitting down, he was taller than an average person standing.

Fang Che roughly estimated that if this guy were to stand up, he would be at least two meters tall.

Upon seeing the unique spear, he immediately recognized the person's identity.

It's one of our own, no need to worry.

The mighty serpent rises to the blue sky, transforming into a dragon as the long wind arrives; Swallowing monstrous auras by the millions, under the Jinshe Spear the river flows red with blood.

The Jinshe Spear, Dong Changfeng.

Ranked thirty-sixth on the Cloud Weapon List.

Fang Che, not daring to disturb, sat quietly ten zhang behind Dong Changfeng, practicing and contemplating.

En, feeling the spear intent of the cave.

Also, trying to comprehend some of Dong Changfeng's spear intent.

The two remained silent.

Dong Changfeng seemed completely unaware of the extra person behind him, focusing entirely on the front.

But Fang Che knew that with such a master, not only could they detect an extra person, even an ant crawling within a hundred zhang radius would be sensed immediately.

An hour later.

Dong Changfeng sighed in disappointment.

He withdrew his mind.

Fang Che suddenly sensed a series of spear shadows flying back from the cave entrance.

One after another...

A total of over nine hundred phantom spears were retrieved.

Integrating into Dong Changfeng's body.

Then Dong Changfeng sat still, but spoke: "Kid, which house are you from?"

Kid!

Fang Che's mouth twitched.

The way he addressed me is truly unique.

But recalling even with my previous life combined, Dong Changfeng's qualifications are sufficient to call me a kid.

"Junior, Chief Steward of the second hall of Baiyun State Guardian Hall, Fang Che."

Dong Changfeng seemed somewhat surprised, saying: "You are the well-known Mr. Fang, the Chief Steward in Baiyun State?"

Getting interested, he spun his body to face Fang Che.

With one look.

Fang Che suddenly felt two spear light shadows flying from his eyes, causing him to hastily close his eyes.

Dong Changfeng laughed heartily, retracting the spear shadows, saying: "Mr. Fang, the Chief Steward is quite young."

"Just eighteen."

Dong Changfeng nodded, somewhat emotional: "Eighteen and at the Peak Martial Marquis... not bad, not bad, when I was eighteen, I was merely a Martial General."

Fang Che replied: "But Senior Dong is now renowned in the world, a model for us."

Dong Changfeng laughed in interest, saying: "You recognize me?"

"With the Jinshe Spear, there are few martial artists who wouldn't recognize the senior."

Fang Che said.

"That's true."

Dong Changfeng's face full of sideburns smiled, showing his white teeth.

Fang Che noticed this guy was like Mo Gan Yun: even his teeth were twice the size of an ordinary person's.

Just hearing Dong Changfeng say: "I've been hiding in Baiyun State recently, hearing your name Mr. Fang, the Chief Steward, my ears almost got calluses. But aren't you supposed to use a sword? What are you doing here?"

Fang Che said: "I've dabbled in various weapons, after all, in the future, who knows what kind of opponent I'll face, so studying more is never wrong."

Dong Changfeng nodded, saying: "That's not wrong to say."

He said: "This stone, I used to sit on; it's still so slippery after not coming for a while, I thought someone surely sat on it. Just didn't expect it to be you."

"A couple of years ago, a pretty boy, also very handsome, came here every day to fight over this seat with me. Seemed to be from Baiyun Martial Academy, named Wu Zhibing. The young fellow's spear skills were pretty good."

Fang Che nodded.

He was slowly finding out that this Jinshe Spear from the Weapon List had a somewhat talkative nature. And once he started talking, all the prestige was gone, resembling an old man in the countryside chatting leisurely under the sun.

"How many days have you been watching the cave here?"

Dong Changfeng asked.

"Hmm... about twenty days or so."

"Did you see anything?"

"...No."

"Have you found a wife yet?" Dong Changfeng asked: "Judging by your age, I guess you haven't found one yet?"

"???"

Fang Che was somewhat bewildered.

This Jinshe Spear's line of thinking really jumps around.

"I have."

"Found one, huh, so early, too early... Ah, young people, they just can't hold their horses."

"Uh."

"You've watched for over twenty days and haven't seen anything? Seems your aptitude is somewhat ordinary."