Monarch Night

Chapter 1370: Chapter 69: Hen Tian Blade! [2-in-1]_4

Although Sun Wutian had suppressed his cultivation, he was still fighting to his heart’s content.

He couldn’t help but keep shouting in praise as the fight went on.

"Good Sword!"

"This move is not bad!"

"This move is even better!"

"What a rush!"

They rolled and tumbled, like two earth Dragons, coiling and clashing through the mountain forest.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Fang Che let out a long laugh: "Hahahahaha..."

His body drifted back, drawing a great flower of Sword-light the size of a fighting drum, and with a clang, he sheathed the Sword.

He laughed and said: "Senior, how many moves was that?"

Sun Wutian froze for a moment.

He had genuinely forgotten how many moves it had been.

But he had a rough idea in his heart—one hundred moves? They’d passed that long ago!

He frowned and thought for a moment, letting each Sword move flash through his mind one by one, then suddenly raised his head: "Good kid, that was one hundred and seventy-seven moves!"

Fang Che straightened his clothes, a respectful expression appearing on his face as he cupped his fists in salute: "Senior is a hero, with profound cultivation. Many thanks for your guidance. This junior has truly benefited greatly!"

With that, he bent deeply at the waist.

Since he had already held out for a hundred moves, he could no longer bring up the wager. If he kept talking about it, this Old Demon would lose face.

So at times like this, one had to be courteous.

The lower his posture, the more modest and polite he appeared, the higher his chances of passing this test!

Sun Wutian looked calmly at Fang Che, his gray pupils unblinking. Only after a long while did he say: "A hundred moves, you’ve passed. You don’t need to thank me; you survived on your own."

Fang Che said respectfully: "This junior knows full well. Senior deliberately held back. Otherwise, this junior would have long since died under Senior’s Sword!"

He smiled: "Senior never even used your true strength. This junior keeps that favor in his heart!"

Sun Wutian felt soothed inside and smiled: "But your strength truly is impressive. At such a young age to have this level of cultivation and experience is no easy feat."

He paused, then said: "We’ll count that as you passing."

Fang Che smiled respectfully and said: "Then... the antidote..."

"There is no antidote."

Sun Wutian snorted and said: "They were merely shocked unconscious by me. In a little while, they’ll wake up."

"Ah?"

Fang Che said blankly: "Shocked unconscious? Then why did this junior not..."

Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che, smiled, and said: "Who is your Master?"

"My Master?"

Fang Che was stunned: "Which one does Senior mean?"

Sun Wutian gave a faint smile and waved his hand.

Fang Che suddenly felt clouds and mountains shrouding his vision; he had already stepped into a strange space wreathed in drifting mist.

In front of him was the same old man surnamed Sun.

"Senior, you..."

An exactly appropriate look of astonishment appeared on Fang Che’s face.

"Yemo, you wield this Hen Tian Blade quite well."

Sun Wutian stopped circling around the issue and directly called out the name Yemo.

Fang Che put on the appearance of being ’greatly shocked’, suddenly retreating Three Steps, one hand gripping his Sword-hilt, then ’coming to his senses’, releasing the hilt and saying respectfully: "I did not know... which Venerable Senior had arrived. Yemo is terrified..."

Sun Wutian snorted and said: "I am Sun Wutian!"

"You... you..."

A trace of confusion flashed in Fang Che’s eyes, then sudden realization: "Grandmaster!"

He immediately flipped over and kowtowed to the ground: "Disciple... Yemo, pays respects to Grandmaster!"

Sun Wutian snorted and said: "Since you’ve learned my Hen Tian Blade, then of course you know of me! So who is your Master? And how did you learn this Hen Tian Blade?"

"Grandmaster, allow this disciple to report."

Fang Che said: "This disciple’s first teaching benefactor was the Flying Sky Saber King Sun Yuan."

"Sun Yuan..."

Sun Wutian murmured, his gaze distant, and sighed softly: "Flying Heaven Saber Technique?"

"Yes!"

Sun Wutian was dazed for a while before he said: "Continue."

"This junior acknowledged Master as teacher to learn the arts, and I also followed Master in joining the sect. The name Yemo was given to me back then by Master and the Sect Hierarch..."

Fang Che recounted in detail the events of those years.

He went on until he spoke of how Sun Yuan had been plotted against and killed by the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Shi Family, his body hacked to pieces, even his head chopped off by people of the sect, and during the freezing cold of heaven and earth, hung and nailed upon the gate tower of Baiyun State City.

Sun Wutian’s eyes slowly narrowed, a Fierce and vicious aura surging out.