Monarch Night

Therefore, Yan Beihan worked very hard.

He was sweating profusely while training and was called over by Yan Nan.

Wiping his sweat, he asked, "Grandfather, did you call me for something?"

Yan Nan said, "I remember you mentioned last time, Yemo uses a sword, right?"

"Yes, when he fights openly, he uses a knife, but his real expertise lies in the sword. He also has a high understanding of the Sword Dao."

Yan Beihan replied without hesitation.

"How high?"

"I have seen him in action and exchanged blows with him. His sword strokes may be ordinary, but his Sword Intent and the sharpness of his strikes are comparable to mine. He even surpasses me in some Sword Formations."

Yan Beihan thought for a moment and answered seriously.

"So you're giving him this Divine Attribute Metal to forge a sword?"

"Yes, but whether he forges a knife or a sword, it depends on his own choice."

Yan Nan nodded, understanding.

Since Yan Beihan spoke this way, it meant that Yemo's accomplishments in Sword Dao were indeed impressive.

However, Duan Xiyang would not be mistaken either.

This means that Yemo's sword is not yet his main killer move.

His true strength was even concealed in battles with Yan Beihan.

"Quite an impressive young fellow."

Yan Nan complimented. Yet, Yan Nan did not know that when Fang Che was cultivating Gu to become a God, he hadn't started spear training. At that time, he truly... didn't hold back any cards.

However, this misunderstanding made Yan Nan admire Yemo even more.

"Grandfather, give me the Divine Attribute Metal in advance."

"You haven't even mastered spear training, why do you need Divine Attribute Metal?"

Yan Nan bluntly refused.

"Hmph." Yan Beihan sullenly continued his spear training.

At this moment, Aunt Hong returned to Yin Shen Palace.

"Vice Sect Master, there's something unusual to report."

Meanwhile, Aunt Hong had already returned and was reporting to Yan Nan.

Yan Nan wore a solemn expression, deep in thought.

In front of him lay two bodies.

"Sending out two Faceless testers to probe?"

Yan Nanbai furrowed his brows, "Who is behind this plan?"

"The first attack just beyond the city gates was intentionally misleading, trying to catch us off guard and eliminate Yin Shen Palace while thinking nothing would happen so soon after leaving the Divine Capital."

"Since the first attempt failed, they waited for two thousand miles before striking again... After lulling us for two thousand miles, they attacked with two Faceless. Now that the two Faceless didn't return, they've abandoned the operation altogether."

Yan Nanbai's brows twitched, "Little Hong, do you think it's the same group?"

Aunt Hong replied straightforwardly, "This servant dares not judge."

Yan Nan chuckled, "Wei Wo Zheng Sect, the undercurrents are surging."

His eyes, sunken in their sockets, flashed with a glint, and he immediately retrieved the Communication Jade, saying, "Old Duan, something needs your attention."

This affair might not necessarily require Duan Xiyang's personal involvement, but it was a perfect opportunity to bring Old Duan back. Having discovered Yemo's identity, it was too dangerous. He must be called back to be warned or kept busy.

Duan Xiyang replied, "Once things are settled here, I'll return immediately. What's the matter?"

"Go take out a few folks from the Faceless Tower."

"They're hard to find."

"I'm telling you to kill, not to find them."

"Alright. To what extent should I kill?"

"As long as I don't tell you to stop, keep killing! Find one, kill one!"

"Alright!"

Duan Xiyang said, "Then I won't return, I'll go straight to hunt them down."

"Go ahead."

After assigning Duan Xiyang the task, Yan Nan pondered and then shouted, "Come here."

"Recently, the major families have become somewhat complacent, reorganize them."

"Yes, Sect Leader, to what extent should the reorganization be?"

"As long as I don't tell you to stop, keep reorganizing!"

"Understood."

The orders were given.

Yan Nan sat on the throne, fingers lightly tapping the armrest, "I want to see when you will finally make your move. It seems it's been peaceful for too long recently..."

A faint emanation of Evil Qi spread from him, and those nearby, including Aunt Hong, felt a chilling coldness and dared not speak.

...

Dong Changfeng, under the cloak of night, alone faced the cave of the One Cave Spear Demon, beginning his spear training and comprehension.

Though the spear intent was long gone, there was still a trail to follow, to emulate.

Dong Changfeng repeatedly thrust his Jinshe Spear in that manner.

He could clearly feel the little elf within the Jinshe Spear expressing joy and an infinite sense of comfort.

Yang Luoyu had already arrived.

In recent days, they constantly sparred and drank together.

In a few days, he planned to venture into the deep forests and great swamps for spear training and consolidation. When he emerged, he would challenge the top on the Cloud Weapon List and charge onward.

With this journey, it was uncertain when he would return.

So he arranged to meet with Fang Che tonight.

Not even bringing Yang Luoyu, meeting alone.

He wanted to entrust his life's insights to Fang Che.

Then he would leave.

In case he failed in his challenge on the Cloud Weapon List and got killed, he could leave something behind.

In the moonlight, the Jinshe Spear writhed in the air like a bizarre python.

chou hour was approaching.

Dong Changfeng suddenly sensed a tremendous danger, and immediately leaped up, the Jinshe Spear drawing a huge circle in mid-air. He surveyed his surroundings, "Who?"

"Me."

A figure in white appeared in the darkness.

As if tearing through space, he stood right before Dong Changfeng.

Slender, holding a white, ghastly spear.

Even the spear tassels were white.

The moment this person appeared, Dong Changfeng distinctly felt that the heavens and earth, sun and moon, all faded away before him.

Only death and darkness remained.

The only light was the ghostly fire in the man's eyes and the eerie cold gleam on the White Bone Spear.

With the arrival of the White Bone Demon, the world was devoid of light!

Dong Changfeng's face turned pale, "Duan Xiyang?"

Duan Xiyang's ghostfire-like eyes glared at Dong Changfeng, showing a mocking expression, "Dong Changfeng, I've heard you've obtained the Gun Demon's legacy?"

Dong Changfeng retorted without restraint, "What's it to you?"

"Just you, Dong Changfeng?"

Duan Xiyang coldly said, "Do you deserve the Gun Demon's legacy? Such a poor lie, who are you hiding for?"

Behind him, a shadow of bones mountain appeared faintly, reaching to the heavens, as if the Netherworld slowly unfolded behind him.

Evil Qi and Death Energy slowly gathered.

He sternly demanded, "Speak!"