Monarch Night

Chapter 1342: Chapter 62: A Great Harvest, Set at Ease (2-in-1)

Fang Che hesitated: "Disciple... disciple..."

"Your martial uncle definitely won’t be stingy!" Sikong Ye said, "Especially right now!"

The Heavenly King Flute was so mad his lungs were about to explode.

"Sikong Ye! You really fucking treat our sect like some loving daddy and filial sons, huh, you even brought your Disciple over to demand a Meeting Gift? Believe it or not, this martial uncle will slap you until your roots are gone!"

Sikong Ye said indifferently, "Suit yourself. You don’t have to give it, and you can slap my roots off if you like. That’s all your business."

The Heavenly King Flute almost picked up the mountain under his feet to smash it onto Sikong Ye’s head!

This bastard was too infuriating.

And the timing was perfect. Before the first night’s spar, he brought his Disciple over.

If you want the inheritance, you have to spar with me.

I brought my Disciple, asking you for a Meeting Gift is only natural.

If you don’t give it, or if you give something too crappy, then when it comes to the inheritance you want, I’m definitely going to jam you somewhere.

I can afford you not giving my Disciple a gift.

But you might not afford me setting up roadblocks for you.

So today, even though I’m suffocating with anger, even though I’m furious, this gift actually has to be given!

This is really fucking dogshit!

I, as the Great Demon of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, came to Donghu State today and actually got robbed!

Thinking of this, the Heavenly King Flute almost started doubting life.

And what gave him the biggest headache was: what to give?

If it’s too good, he can’t bear it. But one thing’s for sure: if it’s not good, Sikong Ye will definitely make a fuss over it!

Having your soft underbelly grabbed by someone else, this feeling is really fucking shitty...

Fang Che bowed again: "Paying respects to Martial Uncle... Disciple, Disciple... Disciple offers his respects."

The Heavenly King Flute was literally angered into emphysema.

Grinding his teeth, he rummaged back and forth in his Space Ring.

This is too crappy, this is too good... can’t give him that.

As he searched, he cursed, I’ve lived thousands of years and never handed anything out, and now being robbed really feels awful.

Sikong Ye frowned and said, "Ning Zai Fei, as a martial uncle you can’t possibly have nothing decent to give a Disciple, right? No way, no way? Is the Great Demon of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect this poor?"

"..."

The Heavenly King Flute raged, "I’m just afraid if I take it out it’ll blind your dog eyes!"

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"...You fucker!"

The Heavenly King Flute had always thought of himself as quite detached.

Apathetic.

He’d never imagined that one day he’d be this stifled and smoking from all seven orifices.

But meeting a junior, and it’s even the first time, as a senior, not even giving a little Meeting Gift?

What’s more, he currently needs something from the other side, so he really can’t afford to offend him.

Finally...

He fished out a pitch-black lump of iron from the ring, only about the size of a finger, and said, "Take this then. It’s small, but it’s still Divine Attribute Metal. Take it, refine it for self-defense."

At last he’d found something.

He let out a breath of relief.

Divine Attribute Metal was of course top-tier stuff in this world.

Normally a piece of Divine Attribute Metal is at least dozens of catties, but ever since the Heavenly King Flute got this one, it’s only been finger-sized, barely even a catty in total.

At most you could make an extremely exquisite and delicate Flying Knife.

And how could the Heavenly King Flute even look twice at a bit of scrap like this?

Because to him, whatever he made with it would be useless. What vexed him most was that the Divinity inside this Divine Attribute Metal was very weak, almost impossible to sense.

He’d tossed it into his Space Ring the moment he got it, and it had sat there untouched for thousands of years.

If Sikong Ye hadn’t cornered him this time, the Heavenly King Flute would’ve forgotten it existed.

Sikong Ye chuckled, "You really are a generous martial uncle, giving away a piece of Divine Attribute Metal, tsk tsk, that’s fucking extravagant, huh. Though it’s not even as thick as my pinky, but at least it’s a tiny bit longer. Tsk, truly worthy of being a Great Demon, how lavish! So lavish!"

The Heavenly King Flute was mocked until his face turned beet red, and he roared, "Size doesn’t matter, it’s still Divine Attribute Metal. You, Sikong Ye, don’t know how rare this stuff is? Just this bit, if you toss it into the Jianghu, how many lives do you think it could cost? Don’t want it? I’ll just take it back."

Take it back?

How could that be?

Fang Che immediately received it: "Tian Chou thanks Martial Uncle."

The moment he saw this thing, he knew exactly what to do with it. I’m Sword, Spear, Saber, Halberd, sure, but I also have a top-tier Flying Knife Skill!

Though it’s only this much, at most enough for one Flying Knife.

But it’ll be an absolutely indestructible Flying Knife!

What do I need a bunch of Flying Knives for? You can use normal ones as cannon fodder, for a true masterpiece, one blade is enough!

Besides, this is Divine Attribute Metal. Once you connect with it, it simply can’t be lost. After you throw it out to kill, no matter how far, the little spirit inside will bring the Sword back to its master on its own based on sensing.

You don’t even have to use any boomerang trick.

How convenient is that?

This thing may be useless to you, but it’s a huge boon to me.

He took it and immediately tucked it into his chest.

The Heavenly King Flute was in the middle of snapping back at Sikong Ye when he noticed the Divine Attribute Metal in his hand was already gone.

Then he heard the voice thanking him.

He just felt a mouthful of blood clogging his throat, and said, "In the future, learn properly from your master."

"Yes."

Sikong Ye said, "This Disciple of mine, I’ve had him with me since he was three. The kid’s not bad. Since you’ll be here for a while sparring with me, it’s a really rare opportunity. Let him watch from the side and learn a bit. When you make a move, watch it, don’t accidentally kill my Disciple!"

He threatened, "If my Disciple dies, I’ll turn around and leave, and you’ll never find me for the rest of your life!"

The Heavenly King Flute roared, furious, "Do you even need to say that?"

He’d already thought of this as soon as Sikong Ye brought Fang Che over. If it wasn’t for observation and learning, to feel the Divine Charm of an expert’s battle, what would he bring this little thing that he could kill with a puff of air here for?