Monarch Night

Chapter 1371: Chapter 70: Being a Disciple Is So Hard... [2-in-1]

"Grandmaster, Master... he was impaled by his own Flying Sky Saber, piercing through his mouth... nailed to the city gate of Baiyun State City. At that time... it was freezing cold..."

Fang Che’s eyes were red, gritting his teeth.

He recounted Sun Yuan’s death, making it more poignant and tragic.

Sun Wutian’s expression remained calm and unmoved, but a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

Fang Che glossed over this, then spoke of how he used his position to retrieve Sun Yuan’s head and return it for burial in the ancestral grave.

He then narrated how, following Sun Yuan’s will, he took the true Sword Manual from the Sun Family.

Which was the Hentian Heavenly Saber Technique...

And how he left some resources and money for the Sun Family—something he had truly done.

Then he started practicing the Hentian Blade Technique... due to the surge of hatred, he discovered the true secret of the Blade Technique...

He recounted all his experiences once again.

In great detail!

Up to the point when he was in Baiyun State, using people from the Chenyin Sect to kill those from the Li family to avenge Sun Yuan.

Sun Wutian suddenly spoke, indifferently: "The ones who killed Sun Yuan, were they from the Wang Family or the Li family?"

"Yes!"

Fang Che pursed his lips, softly saying: "Although my cultivation is currently low, regarding avenging my master... I, I... I still want to personally eradicate their families!"

Sun Wutian snorted, feeling a bit displeased inside. He glanced sideways at Fang Che several times and said, "I’ll leave you a few."

Fang Che obediently said, "Thank you, Grandmaster."

Sun Wutian pondered about something, then after a long while, said calmly: "For so many years, how many Martial Artists has the Sun Family produced?"

Fang Che gave a bitter laugh: "I did check on this... Over the centuries, the Sun family has produced hundreds of Martial Artists, the highest cultivation... King Level; that was my Master. And my Master’s final cultivation reached Emperor Level after receiving the sect’s guidance."

Sun Wutian grunted, not speaking for a long time.

But Fang Che could feel a repressed emotion rising sharply but being suppressed.

Evidently, the Old Demon was not at peace inside either.

But Fang Che had a different thought: It’s already quite a miracle that you, who massacred the world, still have descendants, thanks to the unseeing God...

What more could you ask for?

"But for so many years, although the Sun Family has not been incredibly wealthy or honorable, they have lived peacefully and happily as a big landlord in the local area... If they turn to the path of Martial Arts, I’m afraid... it would spell disaster, not fortune."

Fang Che reminded him.

Sun Wutian nodded, saying: "I never intended for the Sun Family to pursue Martial Arts... This is just as well."

He let out a gentle sigh.

Speaking of family, for so many years, to say there is still any attachment is pure nonsense.

But when it occasionally comes to mind, it somehow brings peace to the heart.

"Grandmaster, now that you’ve returned, will you go back to see the family in the south of Baiyun State City?" Fang Che asked, "If you wish, as a disciple, I can guide you."

"Let it be."

Sun Wutian said indifferently: "There’s nothing much to see. Just knowing that the Sun Family is still around, with their bloodline continuing... is enough."

His eyes carried the weight of time, showing a trace of humanity as he sighed: "It’s better that I never go there again... Someone like me, wherever I go, disaster follows."

"..."

Fang Che lowered his head, not speaking.

Following this, Sun Wutian cast a cold look: "Since you are a disciple of the Sun family, why then did you switch allegiance to the Yin Shen Palace? Did the Sun Family disgrace you?"

"Grandmaster... it was truly unavoidable. Back when the Sect Hierarch was targeted in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, as a disciple, having learned half of the Sect Hierarch’s Blood Spirit Seven Swords... had half the bond of a master and disciple..."

"And at the time, Yixin Sect was torn by internal and external troubles. My Master was on the side of the Sect Hierarch, and if the Sect Hierarch couldn’t protect us, we would probably..."

"After all, as people from the headquarters, we..."

Fang Che put on a flustered appearance, stammering as he explained.

"Hmph..."

The Old Demon could see through this, with his emotions complex.

There’s much displeasure, yet also some solace in having successors.

"Grandmaster, about my identity... this..."

Fang Che gazed eagerly at the Old Demon.

This could very well be a treasure mountain.

Just a slight drop would be enough for him to digest for a long time.

"There’s nothing to change. Your master is already dead." The Old Demon said: "Besides, given the generational gap between us... do you really want to be accepted as my disciple?"

"That is not my intent!"

Fang Che said: "It’s just that seeing the Grandmaster arrive suddenly, my heart... was overwhelmed! Like a child with no support... who suddenly discovers, it turns out, disciple, it turns out... I do have a pillar! And such a strong one!"

As he spoke, Fang Che’s voice choked up.

Clearly, his emotions were surging.

Even though Sun Wutian was indifferent to familial ties, his continuous care for the family over the years showed his dedication.

Having been in a coma for thousands of years and waking up to discover having descendants, even a grand-disciple.

This feeling was complex enough for him.

Now, seeing Fang Che’s genuine emotional outpour, especially with that line ’a child with no support suddenly discovers he has a strong pillar!’, it struck a chord in the Old Demon’s heart!

Having risen as a Loose Cultivator, he understood better than anyone what ’no support’ meant.

It represents helpless despair, when neither heaven nor earth responds to calls!

A vulnerability against oppression!

Fang Che sniffed and mournfully said: "All these years, disciple had no idea how I managed to survive, as a member of the sect, becoming the Growth God Plan Champion, yet dared not even show my face."

"Countless families want to kill me, innumerable enemies from the sect... living incognito, treading carefully, as if on thin ice... Before the Growth God Plan, disciple could still move around a bit, but now, I don’t dare to make a move at all!"