Monarch Night

Chapter 1359: Chapter 67: Searching the Mortal World, Yet Finding It in the Heart [2-in-1]

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Compared to the chaos and tension in Bibo City, Fang Che, who’s supposedly dealing with severe psychological trauma, is feeling quite at ease now.

He feels both happy and fulfilled.

Every day during the day, he reviews the insights gained from watching the battle last night and then absorbs them as his own.

Additionally, he urges the Little Elf Ming Shi constantly to reinforce the spear; then urges the Nether Lord to reinforce the sword.

At present, Ming Shi is completely formed, and what remains is just nitpicking for perfection.

And the Nether Lord is also nearing completion.

The sword of slaughter is ominous, extremely smooth and harmonious, with a thick back and a thin edge.

Especially at the spine of the sword, it is exceptionally heavy, the blade is thin as a cicada’s wing, the tip sharp as a needle’s point.

Generally, swords are heavier at the back than the front, but Fang Che’s sword, with a heavy spine, lets the weight of the entire sword fall on the blade.

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The Nether Lord remains as silent and solitary as ever, but Fang Che can feel that as the blade slowly takes shape, the emotions of the Little Elf Nether Lord are also rising.

There is a subtle hint of desire for battle array, a longing for slaughter.

The blade is covered with dense scale patterns, which Fang Che specifically requested. As an expert in swordsmanship, he naturally doesn’t intend it for decoration but for bloodletting.

Each scale pattern has a slight curve, it can be imagined that when the blade slices through human skin and flesh, blood will splatter forth in a spray... Thus directly avoiding the instinctive contraction and inhibition of the blade by the muscle due to injury.

Killing people like cutting grass, entering flesh like entering water.

The blade looks gentle, yet it is a tool of massacre.

And for another newly acquired small piece of Divine Attribute Metal, Fang Che probes it constantly with spiritual power. Inside, the divinity is indeed weak, almost undetectable.

Moreover, it seems very timid, refusing to communicate.

Without results after a day or two, Fang Che decisively puts the small Divine Attribute Metal into the sea of consciousness, carrying it with Ming Shi.

Ming Shi suddenly becomes interested, finally having a little brother, although this little brother is a bit timid, ultimately it has someone to play with.

Every day, they circle around the small Divine Attribute Metal, constantly trying to entice it from the outside. The little guy inside responds, but refuses to come out.

Just like a timid child longing to go outside and play with the older siblings but not daring to.

But this is still better than the Nether Lord, who directly ignores it.

So Ming Shi is quite excited.

In the Divine Sense Space, Fang Che doesn’t have much mind to care about the interactions of the little guys; he just takes a glance, knowing that should he encounter a strong enemy now, the Nether Lord can be dispatched.

This already brings much peace of mind.

Next, he carefully savors the battles between Emperor Ye and Heavenly King Flute. The fighting style of these two adds myriad new insights to Fang Che about ’mystery and peculiarity’!

For every night he’s watched the battles, Fang Che gains something new.

Combining this with his constant cultivation of the Nightmare Divine Technique, each day he progresses and gains new feelings.

From watching passively the first night, to slightly understanding on the second night, chewing the nuances thoroughly on the third night, to grasping faint insights on the fourth night, and then integrating them into himself on the fifth night...

Fang Che’s progress surprises Sikong Ye greatly; but contrasting that is the stark killing intent of Heavenly King Flute.

This master-uncle, regarding this ’Ouyang Tianchou’, from the initial ’indifference’, gradually feeling ’a bit of admiration’, then ’a bit of shock’, all the way to now ’considerable apprehension’...

The change is very evident.

Now from Heavenly King Flute’s eyes, it has begun to evolve into killing intent.

He truly wants to kill the apprentice of Emperor Ye now!

Having seen quite a few exceptionally talented individuals, Heavenly King Flute considers his own talents already remarkable, but... someone like this ’Ouyang Tianchou’, who simply defies human limits, it’s his first time seeing in this lifetime.

This progress, frankly, is utterly unreasonable!

But facing such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity, Fang Che cannot afford to hide his talents.

The two super Grandmasters are imparting their teachings, and they happen to be adversaries, it can be said, miss this once, and there will be no second chance.

So Fang Che fully opens up, treating himself as a sponge.

Impatiently absorbing all sorts of knowledge, battle techniques, experience, insights, thoughts, and all kinds of unimaginable sneak attacks...

I am going to drain both of you dry!

Finally, on the sixth night, Heavenly King Flute can’t bear it anymore.

During the battle, as he watches Fang Che on the side making the same movements within the bubble while still being impeccably standard...

Heavenly King Flute hops out of the battle circle.

"How many years have you trained this disciple?"

Heavenly King Flute asked Emperor Ye, frowning.

"Close to thirty years," Emperor Ye replied.

"You’re full of shit!"

Heavenly King Flute furiously declared, "Do you take me for a fool?"

"Anyway, nearly twenty years!"

"Sikong Ye! Are you speaking the truth? His Nightmare Divine Technique clearly just started not long ago! Do you think I can’t see through it?"

Heavenly King Flute is extremely angry.

I’m willing to take losses, but you two playing me for a fool isn’t going to happen!

"Alright, since you’ve noticed, I’m not afraid to tell you the truth, I accepted him as my disciple eight years ago. But he hadn’t been considered a true successor before then."

Sikong Ye said.

"That makes sense."

Heavenly King Flute looked at Fang Che, his gaze slightly complex, "Sikong Ye, your disciple, if he keeps watching the battles like this all the time, he lacks the realization brought by the pull of fierce winds and momentum, the pull of qi and insights, he cannot truly gain the greatest benefits."