Monarch Night

Afterwards, he said lightly: "I heard that on your side, some great-grandson of Xue Fuxiao got scared and shat himself? Ask Xue Fuxiao for me, how does he teach his kids. How come they can't handle a little scare? He shat himself, how's he going to fight against our geniuses in the future?"

Yang Luoyu replied seriously: "I'll pass on every word."

A slight smile appeared on his lips, perfectly imagining how Xue Fuxiao would react to those words. So, Yang Luoyu decided that when the time comes, he will definitely drag Lord Jian along to relay the message.

Otherwise, he'd have no escape when the trouble starts. But if he doesn't pass on the words, life would feel full of regrets...

Believing that with Lord Jian's personality, he wouldn't want to leave such a regret either.

"Alright!"

Yan Nan was quite satisfied.

If he couldn't get a rise out of Dongfang Sansan, he could at least make Xue Fuxiao uncomfortable, which was still great.

If you dare talk to me about your virtues, then I'll damn well talk to you about the shit your great-grandson took.

Let's see which of us is more disgusted!

Watching Yang Luoyu walk out.

Yan Nan pondered over it.

What exactly is Dongfang Sansan up to? I need to think this through.

...

Yang Luoyu left through the main gate, strolling with hands behind his back, savoring the scenery, neither quick nor slow, neither rushed nor anxious.

Countless experts from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect stared at this guy with fiery eyes.

This guy has been up to quite a bit lately.

He's also messed up a lot of our plans and killed many of our people.

Now he's swaggering around our headquarters as if he's on a sightseeing tour?

They could barely restrain from rushing up to slap him dead.

But... if he were really slapped dead, Vice Sect Master Yan's face would surely be tarnished.

Even their poise would be gone.

They could only watch him roam around.

Especially his old rivals, who were so angry they turned around and left, deciding out of sight was better for peace of mind.

Yet Yang Luoyu roamed around the Wei Wo Zheng Sect headquarters city for a whole day.

Even bought a large pile of local specialties to take back.

Looked like he was both on a tour and stocking up on goods.

A massive amount of purchases.

He continued until his Space Ring was so full he couldn't even fit his own flute, then leisurely dragged his flute out of the city.

"Damn! Is this bastard here as an envoy or stocking up on goods! Is he flaunting his wealth or showing off his strength!"

Jiang Wuwang, the old rival with the Lie Shen Whip, was furious.

Someone coldly remarked: "Go up there now and beat him to death; I guarantee he won't fight back. Go on."

"...Ha, you go."

"Ha, I'm not going."

Everyone's not stupid.

Whoever beats Yang Luoyu to death would, in the next moment, find themselves and their family being sent to the Guardian Headquarters by Yan Nan.

He's here to deliver the Purple Crystal to your Vice Sect Master.

And you went ahead and killed him...

With Dongfang Sansan's methods, if Yang Luoyu died, Yan Nan could never hold his head high in front of him for the rest of his life.

Who would dare make a move?

...

Meanwhile, Yan Nan had gathered a few people to discuss major matters.

Third Vice Sect Master Bi Changhong with the Soul Splitting Needle, Fourth Vice Sect Master Heartless Chen Gu, Fifth Vice Sect Master Ice Soul Bai Jing, Seventh Vice Sect Master Cloud Minister Yu Han Yan, Eighth Vice Sect Master Ba Wang's Whip Xiang Beidou.

And the Guardian Chief of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, Duan Xiyang.

These were the highest ranks present right now. The others were all in seclusion.

Duan Xiyang didn't want to participate either; being squeezed between several Vice Sect Masters was uncomfortable for him, but the issue was that he was currently teaching the Yan Beihan Spear Technique...

So he was directly caught by Yan Nan to discuss matters. Duan Xiyang had no interest in it at all.

This was expected to happen often; as for the others like Yi Liu Jiu and others, God knows where they were.

They'd show up maybe two or three times in a hundred or eighty years, and when they were diligent, they'd come out once every three or five years to show their face.

So the resentment of Yan Nan grew greater day by day.

These guys, acting as Vice Sect Masters, did nothing every day, making those who worked every day feel infinitely stifled.

"Tell me, what does Dongfang Sansan mean by this?"

Yan Nan showed everyone the letter to read.

Then they started discussing.

"Friendship battle?"

The Fourth Vice Sect Master Chen Gu sneered: "What kind of friendship can exist between us and the Guardians? It's simply a joke. They even stipulated only determining victory and defeat, not life and death? Heh heh heh... has Dongfang Sansan been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Bi Changhong also sneered: "Dongfang Sansan is being naive."

"Naive, huh?"

The Seventh Vice Sect Master Yu Han Yan let out a cold laugh and said: "How many years have we been dealing with Dongfang Sansan? When was he ever naive? When did he not get the upper hand, you tell me yourself?"

Everyone fell into deep thought.

That statement was too on point.

Yan Nan tapped the table: "What Old Ten said is reasonable; this is exactly what I want to discuss with you all. Dongfang Sansan would never be naive, nor would he do something aimless. There must be calculations and ideas behind his proposal, and the current problem is, what exactly are his goals and ideas?"

Yu Han Yan is the Seventh Vice Sect Master, but he ranks tenth among the sworn brothers.

The Fifth Vice Sect Master Bai Jing frowned and said: "Dongfang Sansan's target is the younger generation, and the upper limit is just at the Emperor Level. This means his target is within the Marquis, King, and Emperor levels."

"Among these three, the Emperor Level belongs to the previous generation like Little Han. The King level mainly pertains to those like Chen Yin, so who is of the Marquis level?"

Yu Han Yan nodded: "Yes, why did Dongfang Sansan specifically propose that Marquis-level battles be included in the friendship battle? There must be a reason behind it."