School Belle Fang Che

Night Dream rolled her eyes inwardly again.

These Demonic Sect Villains really were something... every sentence they spoke carried an air of hostility toward humanity.

Fang Che hurriedly refused. "Let's forget it... Master, speaking of Ximen Xuri, he's a genius of the Ximen Family and a seed of the Heavenly God Sect. This... I'm afraid that from now on, open spears will be easy to dodge, but hidden arrows will be hard to guard against."

Sun Yuan nodded. "That's for certain. Neither the Heavenly God Sect nor the Ximen Family will let this go. But as for the Heavenly God Sect, our One Heart Sect will naturally hold them off. As for the Ximen Family... hmph! Let them try touching you!"

Fierce light gleamed from Sun Yuan's eyes.

Fang Che nodded. "Then I'm relieved."

Fang Che had already made plans regarding this matter. Since Ximen Xuri had been killed, then so be it. It did not matter.

As for the Heavenly God Sect's retaliation, Fang Che was not worried either. If soldiers came, the One Heart Sect had generals to block them; if floodwaters came, the One Heart Sect had earth to dam them.

As for the Ximen Family... since Ximen Xuri was already dead, there was no use keeping this family that had thrown its lot in with the Heavenly God Sect.

He might as well leave it to Sun Yuan.

"Master, I feel a little unsettled."

Fang Che frowned. "I keep feeling as if those two pieces of corpse are still swaying before my eyes. It's terribly uncomfortable."

"Gasp!"

Sun Yuan jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Quickly take a Mind-Calming Pill, then go rest and sleep. You'll be fine after a night's sleep."

He patted Fang Che's shoulder and consoled him. "Although Ximen Xuri is dead, don't take it to heart. After all, the sun will still rise every day. Just treat him as though he's still living on the sun."

"Master, that makes sense."

Fang Che sincerely agreed.

That was right. Ximen Xuri was dead, but the sun should not have risen in the west in the first place.

It all made perfect sense.

After taking the medicine, Fang Che went to his room to sleep and rest.

Sun Yuan was overjoyed in the courtyard.

A third of the mission had already been completed.

Ximen Xuri, the seed of the Heavenly God Sect, had been cut down by Fang Che with a single slash.

If the Sect Master learned of this, who knew how delighted he would be!

He would probably throw his head back and laugh several times, right?

That feeling of finally venting his anger—Sun Yuan could feel it right now.

"No, I have to report this as soon as possible!"

Still unable to put his disciple completely out of his mind, he went inside to check on Fang Che. After sensing that Fang Che's spirit had stabilized, he finally relaxed.

He came out and instructed Night Dream to take good care of him.

Then he hurriedly slipped away.

"Hahahaha..."

Late at night, at the headquarters of the One Heart Sect.

Yin Shen Gong threw back his head and laughed, his mood incomparably pleasant.

"Sect Master, what has you so happy?" Mu Linyuan asked from the side.

"Night Demon has killed the seed of the Heavenly God Sect!"

Yin Shen Gong's brows and eyes seemed to bloom with flowers. His originally gloomy expression was now filled with delight.

He had even forgotten Ximen Xuri's name long ago. He only knew that the Heavenly God Sect's seed was gone.

So satisfying! With his hands behind his back, Yin Shen Gong sneered. "Back then, after the Heavenly God Sect suffered an unexpected setback at our hands, they actually sent us a letter saying something like... 'So this is all the One Heart Sect amounts to. Only when the gods descend to earth can you do this or that,' and they mocked us in all sorts of ways... Today, this Sect Master has finally vented his anger."

"Should you write a letter to the Heavenly God Sect?" Mu Linyuan played along.

"...No need. That would expose Night Demon's identity."

Yin Shen Gong pondered for a moment before saying, "Night Demon's identity is hidden. Those people from the Heavenly God Sect have no bottom line in anything they do—despicable, shameless, and vile. We can't let them find out."

Mu Linyuan repeatedly agreed. "The Sect Master is farsighted."

Yet inwardly he thought: You're saying that as if you have any bottom line yourself.

They had even specialized in intercepting and killing the other side's seed. How could he still have the nerve to talk about bottom lines?

Early morning.

When Fang Che arrived at the Martial Academy, he was met by a wave of consolation.

"It couldn't be helped. In that situation, no one could have held back. Ximen Xuri's death was his own fault. You can't be blamed."

"Exactly. Someone as despicable as that deserved to die. Using hidden weapons wasn't enough—after losing, he even launched a sneak attack. What kind of character is that?"

"Don't take it to heart."

It had to be said that Fang Qingyun's excellent popularity had played a tremendous role.

Fang Qingyun was smiling too, genuinely delighted. "Cousin, you've already become a flower of the Martial Academy."

"A flower of the Martial Academy?" Fang Che was speechless.

"That's right. At the White Cloud Martial Academy, the four great handsome men are all upperclassmen. Ever since you arrived, as a freshman—and the most outstanding one in the Academy's history—we've decided to honor you as the sole school belle!"

One of the girls was brimming with excitement.

Fang Che: "..."

"In recent years, some bored people from other Martial Academies have selected school belles among the female Martial Students, provoking the anger of the female heroes. 'Are we beautiful or not? Do we need you to judge us? What gives you the right?'"

A girl said, "Here at the White Cloud Martial Academy, all the girls have resisted unanimously from the very beginning. So we've never had such a boring practice. But we can select handsome men, judging them from every angle..."

Fang Che wore a completely bewildered expression.

So the White Cloud Martial Academy was actually a society of women's rights?

Men could not select a female school belle, but women could turn around and select a male school hunk? How creative. How very creative.

"But among your batch of freshmen, no one can compare with you, so... everyone unanimously agrees that you're the sole school belle!"

Fang Che's jaw nearly dropped.

Wasn't it supposed to be the four great handsome men... or school hunks?

How had he become the sole school belle?

Me? When he imagined people calling out "School Belle Fang" whenever he walked down the street, Fang Che felt he could die of embarrassment on the spot. He hurriedly objected vehemently. "No! I'm not becoming the school belle!"

"Objection overruled!"

Senior Sister Liu spoke smugly. "Many of the girls decided this yesterday. Your objection is useless."

"..."

Fang Che felt the entire world before his eyes turn gray.

"Speaking of yesterday, Ximen Xuri used hidden weapons and a sneak attack against you. And especially the frightened look you had after killing him—you were so adorably pitiful and weak... It made some of the senior sisters feel so sorry for you that they kept saying they wanted to hold you in their arms and comfort you."

A boy spoke with some jealousy.

"Hold me in their arms? Comfort me?"

Fang Che felt that this world was becoming bizarre.

How had things turned out like this?

Those words carried an intensely strong sense of holding a "kitten, puppy, or child" in one's arms and rocking it...

Fang Che covered his face and fled.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter of the girls came from behind him.

It had to be said that teasing boys felt quite good.

Especially when the boy was lovable, handsome, clean, and dashing—it gave the girls an even greater sense of accomplishment.

It was also one of the few remaining pleasures in their monotonous martial cultivation.

Fang Qingyun caught up and handed Fang Che a stack of information.

"These are the profiles of the other twenty-four winners besides you. I have to say, quite a few people are going bankrupt this time. The battles in this round have been exceptionally fierce."

Fang Qingyun sighed.

"Cousin, who did you bet on? How much did you wager?"

"I never gamble. I haven't participated since last year."

A gentle smile rested on Fang Qingyun's face. "That's why my popularity is so good."

There was something meaningful in those words.

Fang Qingyun did not explain, but Fang Che immediately understood.

When everyone around you had lost and you alone had a huge pile of points, it was impossible for your popularity to be bad.

What was more, Fang Qingyun already had the refined and scholarly temperament of a gentleman, so his popularity was naturally even better.

"How's your cultivation lately? Still at 7,476?"

Fang Che asked with concern.

That was really rubbing salt into the wound! Fang Qingyun's refined, righteous face visibly darkened. He glared at Fang Che. "Beating you is still no problem!"

Seeing his expression, Fang Che knew they had not begun competing yet.

Otherwise, the Heavenly Vein Vermillion Fruit should have shown some effect by now.

He nodded and said, "Cousin, keep it up! I believe in you."

Fang Qingyun said, "I believe in myself too..."

Before he could finish, his dear cousin said, "You still have room to drop twenty-four places. Work hard. If you fall to 7,500, that wouldn't actually be bad. At least it would be a round number!"

A round number... what the hell was that supposed to mean?

Fang Qingyun's face instantly turned green.

He bared his teeth and roared furiously, "Fang Che! I'll beat you to—"

Fang Che had already run off.

Several girls surrounded him, their eyes unfriendly. "Fang Qingyun, who are you going to beat to death?"

Fang Qingyun: "..."

My friends switched sides to my cousin that quickly? He's only been here for a few days!

Twenty-five advanced to thirteen.

Fang Che drew ninth. There was practically no suspense in this battle, but Fang Che still dragged it out for quite a while before advancing to the top thirteen with great difficulty.

Compared with the other twelve, who had all decided their victories within five moves—and five of them had even won in a single move—Fang Che's performance looked extremely pathetic.

After everyone present compared them in their hearts, Fang Che's performance was undoubtedly at the bottom.

This was unquestionably the ability of the last-ranked contestant in the top thirteen.

In an instant, the betting odds underwent a drastic change.

Qiu Yunshang, Ding Ziran, Xie Gongping, Huo Churan, and Mo Ganyun each had more than thirty thousand points wagered on them.

They were precisely the five people who had defeated every opponent in a single move from beginning to end!

The top thirteen had been decided in one hour.

It was still far from noon.

Thus, the competition to advance from thirteen to seven began immediately!

Fang Che drew a lot, then could not help twitching the corner of his mouth. What a coincidence. He had drawn sixth!

Mo Ganyun.

One of the five hot favorites to win the championship.

How was he supposed to keep a low profile now?

As Fang Che pondered this, a youth over two meters tall and built like a bear across from him also looked up.

His gaze was like a blade.

Mo Ganyun! Mo Ganyun was also eighteen, but the youth's sheer bulk exceeded that of a muscular man in his late twenties! Standing there, he was like a mountain.

Majestic and unmoving.

Although he was tall and heavily built, his entire body was extremely well-proportioned. He looked like a perfectly proportioned human body, merely several sizes larger! His hair was thick, and his eyebrows were thick as well.

He had a straight nose and a broad mouth. Although he was only eighteen, both sides of his jaw already had the faint blue-green shade that came from shaving every day.

His eyes were sharp as blades.

With long legs and a towering frame, merely by standing there, he caused words like "mighty," "brawny," and "burly" to automatically gush through the minds of everyone who saw him!