Monarch Night-Chapter 16 - 9 Backbone [Add to Favorites and Recommend Monthly Ticket]

Thinking about this matter made Sun Yuan sigh heavily and frequently.

In the past, whenever he saw some skilled old-timers sighing and complaining about things like "My disciple is too genius, being a master is boring," Sun Yuan, if not outmatched, would definitely rush up to beat those poseurs to death!

Could they be any more shameless?

But, having stumbled upon a genius disciple, were they that lost, wandering around showing off all the time, and even having the face to sigh?

Why don't they just die?

But now, he truly understood how those people felt.

Because... Fang Che's genius level surpassed that of those old farts' bragged-about genius disciples by a mile!

His lifetime of learning—blade techniques, sword techniques, fist techniques, footwork techniques...

Whenever he demonstrated them once, Fang Che could immediately replicate them.

After practicing three times, even by his old coot standards, who had practiced for decades, not a single flaw could be found.

He even faintly felt that his disciple's understanding was slightly more standard than his own...

Who could he possibly complain to?

The more complex mental methods and the coordination between blade and foot techniques also took only three to five repetitions to master proficiently.

Even without Sun Yuan's corrections, Fang Che, after performing once, would stand there, think for a moment, and then correct all the minor issues upon attempting it the second time.

Sun Yuan felt his role as a master was merely for decoration.

Absolutely useless.

Others who are masters can catch and scold their disciples, then point out their flaws.

But he couldn't even spot any flaws, and sometimes even thought, "Should I learn from my disciple?"—where is the dignity of the master?

Four days after taking the disciple. On the first afternoon, he taught mental methods, and before evening, Fang Che had already cultivated Primordial Spirit Qi following the mental method!

And formed a Qi Vortex in his Dantian.

By evening, while teaching blade techniques, after practicing four famous blade techniques sets once each, Fang Che was already brandishing the blade impressively before midnight.

Even the coordination between each set's footwork and movement technique was flawless.

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That made his previous statement, "I'm renowned in the Jianghu with this blade technique and earned the name Sword King. Now I pass it onto you, do not take it lightly," into a complete joke.

Barely on the third day, Sun Yuan's life's worth of skills had been completely dug out by Fang Che.

Except for strength, all other proficiencies and accuracies were flawless, with not a single fault to find.

But strength and combat experience are not just about proficiency.

These require years of continuous practice, a slow grinding effort.

This time Sun Yuan secretly returned to the Yixin Sect and directly entered the Elder's Offering Hall.

This was the most secret place in the Yixin Sect.

All the elders here maintained their true identities secret when outside.

And Sun Yuan was one of the Third-Level elders.

Upon entering, he went to apologize to a few senior elders.

"I was wrong before. I misunderstood several seniors, and I've come to apologize today."

The others were puzzled.

Was he taking the wrong medicine?

Why the sudden apology? How did we offend him?

"What was misunderstood?"

"I didn't understand the situation before. Only today did I realize that real geniuses do exist in this world."

Sun Yuan said, "Before, hearing a few seniors lamenting how their disciples were too talented, it was unbearable. I, being unaware, held objection in my heart. But recently, I took a disciple myself and finally understood that what the seniors said was truly heartfelt."

"???"

"Ah, it's tough. My life's learning was drained in three days; the cultivation technique entered the stage of Qi Vortex within a day, the martial arts moves only took an hour to exceed even my own standards."

Sun Yuan sadly sighed, "Having me as a master brings no sense of achievement. Sometimes, I even feel like I should learn from my disciple... Now I finally understand the previous melancholy of you seniors; it was indeed genuine..."

He shook his head repeatedly, standing with his hands behind his back, his face filled with melancholy, loss, and speechless despair.

Three First-Grade elders looked at each other: "..."

A sudden anger rose within them.

So this kid came here to show off!

Our genius disciples also need five to six days to reach complete standards for moves, and entering the cultivation method stage in half a month felt unprecedented.

Now, here comes one who could achieve it in an hour.

Immediately, the three old guys smirked without true mirth, "Really? Since it's so unfulfilling and bothersome for you, how about you let him be our disciple instead?"

Sun Yuan was taken aback and awkwardly chuckled, "There's no need to trouble the seniors..."

"It's no trouble! We're more than willing to suffer for you."

"No, that won't be necessary..."

"...Beat him up!"

Sun Yuan escaped.

Fleeing in complete disarray.

These old timers were extremely rough; being physically weaker, Sun Yuan ended up with both eyes blackened and several large lumps on his head.

The most severe injury was to his mouth.

It was swollen like a pig's snout.

This was to teach him: Remember, this is your mouth; don't show off.

Showing off gets you beaten.

Which led to him being gawked at when he went to the Task Hall to apply for a mission.

"Gee, was he tracked down by a sworn enemy who annihilated his clan?"

"I guess he got caught stealing someone's wife in the act."

"..."

With a face full of frustration, Sun Yuan went inside to find the Sect Hierarch.

"Sect Hierarch, about that mission..."

"The task is not a problem," the Sect Hierarch said with a curious expression on his face, "and neither are the Contribution Points. But... you're showing off a bit too much, aren't you?"

Sun Yuan stammered, "I..."

The Sect Hierarch, speechless, said, "Sun Gong, it's good that you completed the task and recruited new blood. However, according to the sect rules, the elite disciples who pass the Five Spirits Gu test should be brought back to the sect for unified training before choosing another mentor. You quietly took on an apprentice and even tried to benefit from raiding the sect's resources by creating fake reward points for your disciple for personal gain. Doesn't this seem a bit out of line?"

"Besides, has your disciple gone through our sect's doctrine baptism yet?"

Sun Yuan, his face red, replied, "Things change over time... Besides, this is indeed a task, isn't it?"

"Who said we wouldn't give you a task? But several elders have serious reservations!"

Narrowing his eyes, the Sect Hierarch suddenly asked, "A set of sword techniques, truly grasped in an hour?"

Unable to contain his pride, Sun Yuan boasted, "To report truthfully to the Sect Hierarch, it actually took just half an hour."

The Sect Hierarch pondered, his gaze flickering, "That's a bit of a pity..."

Sun Yuan, confused, suddenly realized and cried out, "Sect Hierarch, you can't steal my beloved disciple."

After a bit of a struggle,

the task was successfully approved.

Contribution Points: one hundred.

But what followed was: with conditions.

"Must get first place."

"Reward points to be distributed after the baptism."

"Three elders happen to have important matters to attend to on Southeast Road, and as it happens, I too have some unresolved matters over there that I need to see to..."

Your important matters, unresolved issues, are about my disciple, right?

Sun Yuan verbally agreed continuously while cursively cursing internally.

But there was no helping it.

At least he had managed to secure the task, so he dashed back home in a crestfallen rush.

Just in time to catch his disciple grandstanding about breaking off their relations...

The feeling was truly, very complex.

That night,

Fang Qianyi personally cooked a meal, and mother and son enjoyed a delightful dinner celebrating the son's awakening in martial arts and having met a great master.

Although Fang Qianyi felt her son had changed somewhat, she was always straightforward and didn't sense anything unusual.

"It's normal for a grown son to have his own thoughts and changes."

Thus, Fang Qianyi understood it in this way.

Having been an orphan in his previous life and having lost the memories of his former self in this life, Fang Che was very satisfied with the warmth of his current family and inexplicably enjoyed Fang Qianyi's maternal care.

In addition, influenced slightly by residual effects from his previous life, Fang Che fully embraced the identity of "Fang Qianyi's son."

The meal was filled with joy.

Towards the end of the meal, when it was time for dessert, Fang Che simply turned three Tianmai red fruits into a juice and had Fang Qianyi drink it.

"This is a fruit given by my master, said to be beneficial for cultivation,"

Fang Che explained casually as he glossed over the matter.

He was well aware that the fruit indeed had miraculous effects on enhancing aptitude, but if combined with his own Infinite Scripture, those effects could reach an unimaginable peak.

Currently, his Infinite Scripture was far from reaching the stage where he could aid others in their practicing.

Not to mention that Fang Qianyi was already a Wuzhong, and Fang Che's True Yuan trying to influence Fang Qianyi's practice was nothing short of a fantasy.

She would have to absorb it by herself.

Fang Qianyi, with her straightforward and cheerful disposition, upon hearing it was a gift from her son's master, did not think twice and ate it.

Meanwhile, she also drank a glass of wine.

"Now that you've broken through, you will soon be taking the Martial Arts Academy entrance exam. What do you think about that Master Liu at our door?" Fang Qianyi asked casually.

Master Liu was the person who had been spying for Su Yue on behalf of the Su Family.

Essentially, a mole within the Fang Family.

Naturally, Fang Qianyi and other Fang Family members were aware of Su Yue's closeness to and influence over Fang Che; however, a deeper reason was that Fang Che and Su Yue had met while in school, which was beyond the Fang Family's influence.

After all, which friends children made at school was beyond parental control.

Keeping Master Liu was also a way to stay informed.

Now, seeing that Fang Che seemed to have realized something, Fang Qianyi naturally wanted to test the waters.

"This Master Liu is a pretty good person, just a pity."

Fang Che sighed, saying, "I don't know how he offended my master that day, but my master ended up breaking his lumbar spine. He's paralyzed for life now, such misfortune."

He said this regretfully while shaking his head.

Fang Qianyi's eyes widened in shock.

What... what does that mean?

This matter was obviously instigated by Fang Che, but even Sun Yuan was confused about it to this day, let alone Fang Qianyi, who was hearing about it for the first time.

"This this..."

"Don't worry, mom, uncle knows about this. I wanted to give Master Liu some silver, but he refused. Master Liu is a strong person, he'll survive. And he'll live well,"

Fang Che looked up slightly, surprised, and said, "Eat up, mom. Why are you spacing out?"

Fang Qianyi coughed, feeling a dryness in her throat, "How much did you give?"

"One tael."

"Cough..."

Fang Qianyi nodded, "That's quite a lot."

"It is a lot, but sadly he refused it."

"He has principles!"

"Indeed he does!"

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