Monarch Night

Fang Che fell silent.

The moment the question was asked, he knew Duan Xiyang truly deserved his reputation as a giant of the Demonic Path, having already guessed the whole situation.

However, the Five Spirits Gu had given him the greatest misunderstanding!

That's why he could ask this question.

After a moment of silence, he said, "In front of Duan Shouzuo, I wouldn't dare raise my spear without his permission; only with his permission do I dare to simply practice the spear technique."

He emphasized the words 'practice'.

Duan Xiyang nodded.

Yes, in front of him, as long as he wished, those whose realms were weaker than his couldn't even raise their spiritual power.

"But in front of the Divine Thought inherited from the One Cave spear Demon, I dare not move."

Fang Che didn't want to say this, but after struggling for a long time, he still said it.

Duan Xiyang was silent.

For a long time, he said lightly, "Am I inferior to the One Cave spear Demon?"

"But your Evil Qi and Killing Aura are stronger than his."

Fang Che said.

"Go on."

"The spear of the One Cave spear Demon, at Death Extreme is life. But in front of Duan Shouzuo, there is only death. No life."

Fang Che didn't utter a single false word.

It was a completely genuine feeling.

Duan Xiyang was silent; he furrowed his brows tightly and asked, "Is life good, or is death better?"

He wasn't asking Fang Che, but himself.

But under the Baigu Soul Suppressing, Fang Che immediately replied, "Death is better!"

Duan Xiyang abruptly turned his head and asked, "Why?"

"Because life is too tiring."

Fang Che answered without hesitation.

A ghostly fire drifted out from Duan Xiyang's eyes, exploding before him with crackling sounds, a mass of black gas rising.

Muttering, "Life is too tiring?"

"Too tiring!"

Duan Xiyang's ghostly fire drifted before him, "Isn't life a hope?"

"But it's too tiring."

Fang Che said, "What is the necessary connection between being tired and hope?"

"So, are you saying I'm stronger than him?"

"No!"

Fang Che said, "It should be that he has what you don't, but you have gone further on a certain path. But to the ultimate extent, who is stronger or weaker, I cannot judge."

Duan Xiyang's ghostly fire extinguished.

It returned to his pupils.

Only then did Fang Che feel he had come out of the mental control, fearfully saying, "Duan Shouzuo, I misspoke."

Duan Xiyang snorted, still pondering deeply, before he finally said, "You are going to find Dong Changfeng?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish him dead, or alive?"

"I wish he lives."

"Why?"

"Because I have no backing here."

Questions and answers.

Both very quick.

The questions were nerve-wracking, the answers incredibly honest.

Duan Xiyang asked no more.

He said lightly, "You may go."

Fang Che gathered the courage and said, "I have a request."

"Denied!"

Duan Xiyang refused directly.

"Yes."

Duan Xiyang was silent for a moment, then said, "If in thousands of years you achieve something..."

But didn't finish, instead directly said, "You may go."

Since Fang Che came in, the Killing Intent in the Domain Space had been reverberating all the while.

By the end, Duan Xiyang somewhat admired him, but this Killing Intent had never weakened.

Duan Xiyang himself found it curious.

This is a person from his own sect, and moreover, a genius sent into the enemy ranks, none other than an outstanding expert among the younger generation, yet his intuitive Killing Intent is this strong?

I clearly have imparted some things to him, but the Killing Intent in my spear did not weaken at all.

Inside, there was always an impulse: Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!

Duan Xiyang originally intended to kill, but knowing his identity, naturally, he couldn't do it—an affiliated sect arranged for an undercover to infiltrate the Guardian Hall and reach the position of Chief Steward.

How much effort was needed to achieve that?

This point Duan Xiyang may not know, but he knew it was hard.

So after understanding, he directly let Fang Che exit his domain.

Fang Che only felt a blur, already back on the city wall.

Before him, white robes fluttered as Duan Xiyang rose into the sky, riding the wind away.

Without a word, he simply left.

...

Fang Che plopped down on the city wall.

Sweat cold as ice poured out.

This entire mission was surviving from death.

From his hair, sweat poured down, as if he had been drenched in a storm.

Despite the Infinite Scripture supporting his Spirit Platform, when Duan Xiyang questioned, how to answer was entirely beyond his control!

All were the truest words!

During this period, if Duan Xiyang truly asked, "Are you a Guardian or a Wei Wo Zheng Sect's person?"

Then his answer would undoubtedly be three words: Guardian!

For, under the Baigu Soul Suppressing, lying was impossible!

Fortunately, Duan Xiyang was not from the Yin Shen Palace, nor one of those cunning old foxes!

But Fang Che's heart was still pounding wildly.

This time it was Duan Xiyang, but next time?

Who would it be next time?

If anyone with intent became slightly suspicious and used Soul Suppressing on him, what secrets could he keep?

If even secrets can't be maintained, then what's the point of remaining undercover?

Fang Che knew clearly that individuals like Duan Xiyang were extremely few across the continent, perhaps only a handful could do so.

Yet it was still a hidden danger.

At the very least...among the nine Vice Sect Masters of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, at least six or seven could operate this way!

If encountered them, what should be done?

No room for wishful thinking; not an iota could be entertained.

But how should I strengthen in this aspect? Can the Infinite Scripture upgraded achieve it?

Fang Che was lost in the night wind, unable to trace any clues.

In his heart, one sentence stood out clearly.

"My spear, learns from the sky, learns from the wind, learns from the mountains, learns from the sun, learns from the sea, learns from the starlight, even, learns from the dead."