Monarch Night

Chapter 1570: Chapter 4: The Appearance of Yemo! [2-in-1]

"What else can I do at Baiyun Martial Academy?"

Meng Chizheng kept asking himself this question.

But he couldn’t find the answer himself.

With a heavy sigh, a withered leaf was pressed down by the raindrops as Meng Chizheng raised his glass and drank all the wine in it.

He placed a bar of silver on the table, silently stood up, picked up an oiled paper umbrella, holding it over his head, and disappeared into the rain.

The raindrops pattered against the umbrella, gradually fading away.

The shop owner came out from the kitchen, looking at the silver on the table.

Staring at the shadow about to disappear into the rain, he murmured, "Why is there a sense of death energy..."

...

Meng Chizheng returned to his small courtyard and put down the oiled paper umbrella.

He pushed open the study door and entered, suddenly his body stiffened.

On the chair he frequently sat on, there was actually someone sitting.

Young, handsome, graceful in demeanor, eyebrows like swords, it was Fang Che.

Meng Chizheng quickly relaxed his heart, "What brings you here?"

"I came to check on you." Fang Che’s smile revealed sharpness.

Feeling the vast, ocean-like momentum of the young man before him, pressure surging over him, Meng Chizheng sighed in his heart.

The once immature Little Demon, now, he was no longer his opponent.

His cultivation had completely surpassed Meng.

"Yemo, your cultivation has greatly improved." Meng Chizheng said with emotion.

He worried that Yemo was here to assassinate the high ranks of Baiyun Martial Academy, and Yemo didn’t know his identity at all, what if he was killed by mistake?

So he hurriedly revealed his identity.

The meaning was clear: I’m one of us, don’t attack.

Fang Che’s gaze sharpened, "I know your identity, this trip, my master sent me. No need to express."

"I see."

Meng Chizheng completely relaxed, placed the oiled paper umbrella by the door, and with a smile said, "How do you have the time to come here, aren’t you at Donghu?"

"Came here to handle some business, and by the way to ask you to check the list of our people in Baiyun Martial Academy."

Yemo said, "I have use for it."

"Now within Baiyun Martial Academy, there are not many of our seeds left. Since you emerged, the Sect Hierarch hasn’t inserted any more students."

Meng Chizheng said, "So it’s still the original thirteen."

Fang Che said plainly, "Give me the list."

Meng Chizheng chuckled, opened a drawer, and took out a jade plate. Rectangular, like a paperweight.

Very smooth, just an ordinary piece of jade.

Even if someone opens the drawer, they wouldn’t think it’s anything good, nor would they believe there’s any secrets on it.

But when he roasted the jade plate over the lit oil lamp, the writing slowly began to appear.

One name after another.

Fang Che glanced at it, "Thirteen? One in second year, five in third year, seven in fourth year?"

"Yes."

Meng Chizheng watched as the temperature dropped and the writing on the stone slab dimmed, smiling, "Yemo, why did you suddenly think of getting this list...you..."

Fang Che breathed a sigh of relief, "I want to see if there’s anyone useful inside, to cultivate a bit. My current patrol... including myself, there’s only two people."

Meng Chizheng couldn’t help but laugh, enviously saying, "You are already second to one person now."

"Not at all, still far from it."

Fang Che said, "Do you have any plans recently?"

"Nothing else."

Meng Chizheng said, "In the Baiyun Martial Academy, every year I add some toxins to the tea I purchase for the high ranks, and also some antidotes to suppress the toxicity, but this year’s autumn tea hasn’t passed through my hands; now I’m considering retreating."

"Because if I don’t poison and apply antidote, within at most a month, toxic reactions will occur; this matter is a bit unexpected."

Meng Chizheng said worriedly, "I didn’t even know this year’s autumn tea was actually personally purchased by Gao Qingyu, which is very passive. It was quite a surprise."

Fang Che frowned, "How could such negligence occur? What kind of poison did you use? What can neutralize it? What can suppress it? Let me see if I can figure something out."

"It’s Qingfeng Bi."

Meng Chizheng said, "A poison that is absolutely undetectable unless specifically checked; once it takes effect, the whole body becomes paralyzed, helpless to resistance. Even the brain suffers damage; by using the Guardian’s Advanced Detoxification Pill it can be neutralized, but once the poison takes effect, their limbs can’t move, even if they know how to neutralize it, it’s impossible."

"And during such a time, an ordinary martial artist can kill them countless times."

Meng Chizheng’s smile was quite satisfied, "Undercover at Baiyun Martial Academy for years, if I leave one day, definitely have to take some notable merit."

Fang Che nodded, "What you said is also true. This preparation is necessary."

Meng Chizheng chuckled, "But with this unexpected situation, I can’t stay because there’s a great possibility of being discovered."

Fang Che nodded, "If so, you should leave tonight."

Meng Chizheng was stunned, "Leave tonight? I..."

Didn’t finish.

Suddenly both eyes bulged angrily.

Looking at Fang Che in disbelief.

Fang Che held a sword in his hand, the tip slowly moving away from Meng Chizheng’s throat.

A hint of red appeared on the sword tip.

A blood pearl seeped from Meng Chizheng’s throat.

Bright and remarkable.

His throat rattled, but his gaze was already empty.

This sword, attacked the brain and destroyed the dantian, already erasing his soul.

Meng Chizheng’s body softly fell to the ground.

Even in death, he never knew why he died.

Fang Che released a palm, silent.

Meng Chizheng’s body below the chest melted away.

Leaving only the head and half a shoulder.

The rest turned to dust, dyeing the entire study room uniformly red.

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