Monarch Night

Chapter 1374: Chapter 70: Being a Disciple Is Just Too Hard... [2-in-1]

The crowd suddenly realized.

Looking at what seemed like traces of a battle not far away, they couldn’t help but be surprised: "What kind of expert battle could have caused so many of us to faint instantly?"

An Ruoxing and the others began to examine the scene.

But of course, they couldn’t find anything.

Everyone, clueless, came to a conclusion: "There must have been a Guardian expert protecting us and battling a Demon just now!"

Other than that, there was really no other explanation.

Then everyone checked themselves and found no major issues, so they continued on their way.

An Ruoxing had already reported this matter: "While we were passing... something strange happened..."

Then, facing the doubts of Fang Che and others, An Ruoxing put on a confident front and said, "The higher-ups told us not to worry, just to maintain the original itinerary."

"Oh..."

The crowd understood.

Only An Ruoxing himself became increasingly uneasy because the higher-ups... didn’t know either. But he couldn’t say it, so he could only urge everyone to hurry on.

Thus, they continued on their way to Bibo City.

This journey proceeded a bit faster. Soon, they were out of this forest area.

High up in the sky.

Seeing Fang Che seamlessly played dumb and got away with it, Sun Wutian felt relieved.

Then immediately, he headed invisibly and shadowlessly towards the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Southeast Headquarters.

...

With the arrival of the Chief Protector, the Wei Wo Zheng Sect Southeast Headquarters was full of joy.

Feng Yun personally came out to welcome: "It’s an honor to have the Chief Protector visit the Southeast, I apologize for not greeting you sooner. I hope Guardian Sun will forgive me."

People thought that with Young Master Yun personally welcoming, Guardian Sun would at least smile, right?

But unexpectedly... Sun Wutian walked in with a dark expression, snorted, and ignored him.

Feng Yun didn’t understand and hurriedly turned to catch up, talking with a smile.

Before he could speak, he heard Sun Wutian say, "A few things."

"Please instruct, Chief Protector."

"First, the Li family, Wang family, Han family, Cheng family at the headquarters..."

Sun Wutian named seven families consecutively: "Organize the information on these families for me."

Feng Yun looked confused: "Each of these surnames has several families. Chief Protector, which families are you referring to?"

"The ones whose members died in the last Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan!" Sun Wutian rolled his eyes, radiating an aura of evil.

"Understood."

Feng Yun frowned, pondered, and instructed Feng Yi: "Get it done immediately! Within a day!"

Feng Yi turned and left.

Feng Yun thought for a while and said, "Guardian Sun... Is this related to the Yemo?"

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and sneered: "As expected of Feng Du’s bloodline, quick-witted indeed!"

Feng Yun’s heart skipped a beat and he chuckled: "I was just speaking casually."

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes at Feng Yun and said blandly: "Quick-witted, but I wonder if your lips are tight?"

Feng Yun laughed heartily and said: "As long as Guardian Sun doesn’t tell anyone else, then if any outsider finds out, I’ll offer my head on a platter."

"Dare I chop off the head of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s number one young master?"

Sun Wutian said sarcastically.

Feng Yun smiled: "Mr. Sun, you’re too polite. You’re my elder, and in your presence, I’m like many generations of your grandson. If you want to hit or scold, isn’t it just a word from you, elder?"

Feng Yun’s flattery was perfect.

He felt he spoke very appropriately.

But this exact remark hit Sun Wutian’s sensitive spot.

Generations of grandsons?

Thinking of how many generations of his grandsons had been beheaded, their bodies incomplete; and how many generations of his grandson’s disciples were hunted with no escape, like rats on the street.

Sun Wutian felt a stronger surge of anger rising inside.

"How old are you?"

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes and asked.

"Thirty-five." Feng Yun respectfully replied.

"Thirty-five... Heh heh... What cultivation are you at?" Sun Wutian asked again.

"Fourth Grade Saint King."

Feng Yun didn’t know what he meant. He could only answer truthfully.

"Being well-connected is great! Only thirty-five, and already a Saint King!"

Sun Wutian said sarcastically: "Truly a damned natural genius!"