Monarch Night
Chapter 250 - 21 Fang Che’s Dream

Chapter 250: Chapter 21 Fang Che’s Dream

Fang Che’s plan for himself is:

Those who are truly good people, I will respect. As for those I find displeasing, I don’t care who you are. I’ll just roast you!

Anyway, in the eyes of Chen Ru Hai, Fan Tiantiao, and the others, I’m just a demon.

If I were to become a goody-two-shoes, then that would really ruin my character.

So I’ll just be a demon. Just keep walking down this path.

I’ve got job security; who dares fire me?

Plus, I have the Demon Sect as a background, who dares fire me?

So, I am utterly fearless.

And these actions here will eventually reach the ears of Yin Shen Palace. By then, the palace will be even more at ease...

Win-win!

This win-win means that I win over here, and over there, I also win.

...

Fang Che swaggered off.

He entered the snowy plains.

Tang Zheng covered his face and started working. Indeed, he didn’t dare defy Fang Che; he realized this clearly within just a day or so.

This Steward Fang is someone he truly must not provoke.

Even if one day, this volatile Steward Fang were to bury him... Tang Zheng wouldn’t find it surprising.

Under the command of someone with such a nasty temperament, he could only work honestly.

Slack off as before? That was absolutely out of the question.

He sighed and got to work.

Giving instructions.

"You over there... over here... hey, you too..."

...

Fang Che, carrying a black bundle, headed straight for Sun Family Manor.

Inside the bundle were the bones of Sun Yuan.

With the bones complete, it’s time to lay him to rest.

Along the way, the world was silver-white; during the days Sun Yuan died, there was a heavy snowfall, still present now, equally cold and desolate, equally vast and boundless.

Fang Che used the Phantom Bones, Shifting Forms, to alter his appearance.

He did not wish to go as his true self.

He buried his steward’s clothes randomly under a tree and changed into different attire.

He left like smoke over the same snowy ground as that day.

...

Family Head Sun Chengcai was sitting on a chair by the fire.

The weather was too cold.

Even with three big stoves in the hall, it still felt chillingly cold.

"How can it snow so much... sigh."

Thinking about the ancestral tomb not being fully restored yet added to his woes.

Last time, the ancestral tomb suddenly exploded.

During repairs, they encountered strong foes.

The Sun Family, including the helpers, had dozens killed.

Then, it was said that such untimely deaths required a ritual, so they started doing rituals with much fanfare, singing operas for many days.

Thus, as the repairs were about to finish, a heavy snow came directly, halting work again!

And because of this heavy snow, some parts will have to be redone when work resumes.

Just repairing the ancestral tomb brought so many incidents, which was truly strange.

Now there was much speculation among people.

Even Sun Chengcai himself had some doubts in his heart.

"Could it be that my Sun Family’s ancestors have truly encountered divine retribution?"

He sighed, placing his chubby hand on the stove, "Damn it, getting close to the stove hurts, but away from it is cold," he couldn’t help but curse again, "This damned weather!"

While cursing, suddenly something flickered before his eyes.

A black-clothed person appeared in front of him.

"Are you the head of the Sun Family?"

Sun Chengcai was suddenly frightened and fell to his knees with a thud: "Grandpa, grandpa... spare me, my family has money..."

Fang Che’s face turned black.

What kind of reaction is this?

But he knew such a reaction was normal; people of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect often did home invasions to steal money.

Such ordinary rural rich people cannot resist deep martial artists.

Complying immediately, asking for mercy and offering silver, might allow them to leave some blood alive under the pretense of a steady stream.

If not obedient, losing both life and money was a normal fate.

"Get up! I’m not here to steal money."

Fang Che asked, "Do you know Sun Yuanxiu?"

Upon hearing this name, Sun Chengcai shivered: "That’s my great-grandfather, how do you know... my great-grandfather is a martial artist, he’s out traveling, not at home... his matters have nothing to do with us."

Fang Che looked with eyes absent of warmth at this grandson of his master’s disciple, who began by shirking responsibility.

He quietly sighed in his heart.

Are you passing this entire family onto me?

"He is dead."

Fang Che said, "I am his disciple, returning him home, falling leaves return to the roots."

"Ah? My great-grandfather is dead? My great-grandfather... oh oh..."

Sun Chengcai suddenly burst into tears.

The fake mournful appearance actually roused an impulse in Fang Che to kick him three hundred times on his fleshy body.

Soon, the entire Sun Family mobilized to receive the return of the ancestor’s remains.

Preparing to bury him on a chosen date.

Sun Yuan’s saber proved his identity.

Fang Che, as the disciple of the family head’s great-grandfather, became an elder of the Sun Family by extension.

Everyone showed great courtesy in their worship.

Fang Che wasn’t stingy either.

He handed out 500,000 taels of silver.

"I’ll come by every once in a while. If anything’s up, you can let me know."

"This money was what Master saved during his life, you keep it, and these belongings were also Master’s relics."

Fang Che said, "Besides, where is the head of the family’s study? I need to find something."

Under the respectful and money-welcoming treatment of the Sun Family, Fang Che leaped onto the roof and successfully retrieved a sword manual of unknown material from the beam.

"Alright, I’m leaving. In a few days, after Master is buried, I will come to pay my respects."

Fang Che glared: "The scale, treatment, tombstone, all that... you know what I mean!"

"Got it, got it, take care, Uncle!"

Placing down Sun Yuan’s remains, he left Sun Family Manor.

Looking back, he vaguely felt Sun Yuan smiling at him.

"No wonder you never mentioned it."

"You have completed this whole cycle. In a few days, once you’re properly buried, I’ll come see you."

"I’ve taken your treasure."

"Rest assured, I won’t forget your revenge. When the time comes, I’ll use your Flying Heaven Saber Technique to kill them!"

Fang Che returned to the hollow under the tree to retrieve his clothes and change.

His heart sighed once again.

This family of Sun Yuan’s truly is...

After observing all the direct and collateral bloodline children, there really wasn’t anyone with a martial arts talent.

This made Fang Che give up on the idea.

Unimaginable, indeed.

...

Returning to the city gate, he saw Tang Zheng earnestly working, and sure enough, everything was in order.

"What a lazy hide! Just needed a scolding! With a scolding, doesn’t the work get done well?"

Fang Che cursed.

Tang Zheng was dumbfounded.

Goodness, I even get scolded for this?

That afternoon, returning to report at the Guardian Hall.

Then he felt that the Guardian Hall job was truly relaxing. Every day passed, nothing going on.

This group of guys is basically freeloading.

Just as he was about to check out, there was sudden cursing from the Steward Hall, followed by bangs and crashes...

A woman’s voice was sharply cursing, surrounded by a crowd stifling their laughter, and the person involved was a somewhat sleazy fat man apologizing meekly.

Fang Che couldn’t help his curiosity. What happened?

He went to inquire and burst out laughing.

But then he felt this situation... was utterly nonsensical.

As expected, boring people exist everywhere.

This woman named Jing Xiuyun, cultivation early stage General; that sleazy fat man was her next desk neighbor; sleazy as if by nature; Jing Xiuyun went out for a while, and this fat man slipped over to her desk, picked up her brush, and wrote a few words.

Feeling this brush was nice to use.

He then wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, ’Jing Xiuyun’s brush is quite useful, very smooth, plenty of ink, and its best feature is its tightness.’

This sentence praised the brush, which could make sense, but the problem lies in...

Then, the paper was seen by others, resulting in an uproarious laughter.

Then Jing Xiuyun returned... How could a woman withstand such humiliation? With a swift move, she slapped a colorful flower on his face and they started fighting.

The fat man, acknowledging his error, repeatedly pleaded for mercy...

"What the hell is this...?"

Fang Che didn’t like such trivial matters and also didn’t like all the noise; whenever such situations occurred, he always felt disconnected from the world.

But he also knew, no matter the workplace, there are always people who make others nauseated by their presence, taking vulgarity as humor and thinking they’re funny.

Always challenging others’ limits under the guise of joking; relying on seniority to take advantage, when criticized, they claim young people need to be mature...

Perhaps true evildoers can be dealt with, but such people...

Fang Che, feeling uncomfortable, shook his head and walked out; inside they were still fighting.

Someone was actually fanning the flames, fearing the world wasn’t chaotic enough...

Behind him, Ren Chang also sighed, stood up and murmured, "Another day has passed..."

Fang Che’s ears twitched involuntarily.

Since he started his shifts, each time he’d check out, he’d hear the usually silent Ren Chang say this phrase every day, always just those six words.

Immutable as a stone.

It’s unclear what this typically reticent, uninvolved, and seemingly isolated person had on his mind; those six words ’another day has passed’ were always laden with mixed feelings, an air of resignation, myriad sentiments intertwined.

Fang Che couldn’t help but feel a little curious.

Fan Tiantiao was waiting at the door.

His perpetually wrinkled face now seemed a bit comical.

Seeing Fang Che come out, he greeted him with a smile: "How does it feel?"

Fang Che sighed, "Feels like I’m wasting my life. It’s a daily routine of doing nothing."

Fan Tiantiao chuckled and said, "That’s how the world is, not every day can there be earth-shattering events? Life is built on these mundane small things, slowly piling up into the many facets of human life."

Fang Che curled his lips and said, "Like the boredom just now, you mean?"

"Don’t you find it also a kind of vitality?" Fan Tiantiao asked.

Fang Che said emotionlessly, "No, I don’t."

"Is there anything good about all the fighting and killing?"

Fan Tiantiao said: "Whose days are constantly amidst the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, life and death at the brink? We practice martial arts for what? Isn’t it for one day to live peacefully and happily?"

Fang Che said coolly, "You’re right. But what I think is, to earn peace and happiness with one’s own strength, so that even if disaster strikes, I can still live well. Rather than merely living peacefully and happily, waiting for calamity to come and die with eyes closed."

"My view is called striving. And your view is simply surviving, muddling through life."

Fang Che said coldly.

Fan Tiantiao was taken aback.

Strangely, he found Fang Che’s words quite justifiable.

’Hey, what’s going on? I came for ideological work, but instead, I’m being ideologically worked on?’

"Fang Che, can I know what your dream is?"

Fan Tiantiao caught up, smilingly asking.

"Dream?"

Fang Che was taken aback too.

’Why do these two words feel so unfamiliar to me?’

Fan Tiantiao still persisted in a mindset of ’I am conducting ideological work, transforming evil thoughts of bad guys’, and asked, "Yes, everyone needs dreams, right? Now you’ve also reached the Guardian Hall, so what’s your dream?"

Fang Che said coldly and lightly, "My dream, even if I tell you, you won’t believe it. So there’s no point in saying it."

Fan Tiantiao said, "But how do you know I won’t believe you if you don’t say it?"

"My dream is to kill every single person in the Wei Wo Zheng Sect."

Fang Che mockingly looked at Fan Tiantiao’s face, "Do you believe it?"