Hearing Su Xin's words, Sect Master Nie also remembered.
Back then, Ye Fan had indeed asked him for a slot for the Qingshan Sect to enter the secret realm.
He had even sent a special messenger to deliver it to the Qingshan Sect.
To this day, he still remembered what the messenger who delivered the slot had told him upon returning.
The Qingshan Sect was so poor they were practically begging for food.
Thinking of this, Sect Master Nie narrowed his eyes.
Could those demonic cultivators from the Northern Province have been keeping a close eye on the Eastern Province sects all along?
The moment our sect recruited a disciple with a top-grade spiritual root, they thoroughly investigated all of Ye Fan's personal connections.
Otherwise, how could he possibly know about Lu Ming from the Qingshan Sect?
If it weren't for Ye Fan, I wouldn't even know a place like the Qingshan Sect existed.
The more Sect Master Nie thought about it, the more he felt this was an elite-assassination plot by the Northern Province targeting the Eastern Province...
After all, Old Ghost Jiang's granddaughter was also dead.
Her alchemy talent had been exceptionally high...
Meanwhile, Ye Fan was utterly dumbfounded by Su Xin's words, completely at a loss for speech.
He had only done that to secure an opportunity to kill Lu Ming with his own hands.
How on earth had it turned into him taking care of that damned mortal?
You people are so damn good at making things up!
“Sect Master, why waste words with him? Just kill him directly to avenge young Ye Fan...”
“Exactly! Demonic cultivators like him should be hacked into ten thousand pieces...”
“Kill him!”
...
While the crowd from the Haoran Sect was still clamoring to kill him, Ye Fan struck first to seize the upper hand.
Since reasoning with them was impossible, he would simply slaughter his way out.
They were just a bunch of brainless fools.
In an instant, a flash of crimson sword light pierced straight through the forehead of the still-furious Su Xin.
With a thud, he collapsed.
Looking at Su Xin's corpse on the ground, Sect Master Nie's eyes turned blood-red.
“You demonic whelp, you deserve to die!”
As his voice fell, Sect Master Nie circulated the spiritual energy within his body.
In an instant, the winds and clouds surged. A dense barrage of fist prints, carrying a terrifying, world-destroying pressure, hammered directly toward Ye Fan.
At the same time, over a dozen Haoran Sect cultivators unleashed a chaotic assortment of weapons—sabers, spears, swords, and hammers.
Shining in a multi-colored array of light, they smashed toward Ye Fan with fierce momentum.
Seeing this, the Gale Wolf was so terrified it almost wet itself.
Good grief... this is going to cost me my wolf life!
I haven't even found a wife yet!
Ye Fan's pupils contracted slightly as he stared at the dense barrage of incoming attacks.
“Seeking death!”
He barked coldly, slapping his storage bag with his left hand.
A dark iron blood-patterned shield flew out, expanding to thirty feet in the wind.
The blood patterns on the shield's surface slithered like live serpents, instantly erecting a blood-colored spiritual shield before them.
...
Sect Master Nie's thousands of fist prints slammed into the shield first.
The spiritual shield warped violently, and cracks began to spread like a spiderweb.
Immediately after, over a dozen magical artifacts bombarded it in a chaotic frenzy, the shockwaves blasting away gravel and raising a thick cloud of dust.
Crack!
The dark iron blood-patterned shield shattered under the pressure, its fragments flying in all directions.
Using this brief buffer and the recoil force, Ye Fan moved.
His figure flickered like a ghost. Gripping the Blood Jade Sword, he swung it upward, pushing his cultivation technique to its absolute limit.
A crimson sword qi slashed directly toward the throat of the nearest cultivator.
“Ah!”
The man shrieked as his head soared into the sky.
Baring his fangs, Zhuifeng unleashed a gust of wind with his claws, disemboweling another cultivator on the spot.
I haven't married a wife yet, I can't die!
Damned Ye Fan, always stirring up trouble.
Wouldn't it be better to just find a place, get a wife, raise a litter of pups, and live a peaceful life?
Why does he have to fight and kill every single day...
So utterly useless.
Sect Master Nie grew even more enraged upon seeing this, condensing his spiritual energy into a giant fist to hammer down once more.
Ye Fan swiftly dodged, swinging the Blood Jade Sword back to slash at Sect Master Nie's shoulder.
However, another disciple seized the opening to stab him in the shoulder, leaving him dripping with blood.
Zhuifeng lunged forward to knock the assailant away, but a stray sword qi slashed a deep gash into his own wolf body.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Ye Fan's Blood Jade Sword flashed as he cut down two more cultivators.
Assessing the situation, he knew he could not afford a drawn-out battle.
“Zhuifeng, run!”
Ye Fan grabbed the scruff of the wolf's neck and leapt onto its back.
Zhuifeng understood instantly. Digging his paws into the ground, a sudden gale whipped up as he carried Ye Fan out of the battlefield.
“Pursue him! Don't let him escape!”
Sect Master Nie roared in fury, leading the remaining cultivators in hot pursuit.
Ye Fan threw several spiritual talismans behind him to slow them down.
...
By the time the explosions cleared, Ye Fan had already ridden Zhuifeng far into the distance.
“After them!”
Sect Master Nie's anger reached its peak. With so many of them, not only had they failed to exact revenge, but they had also lost several more disciples.
It was utterly detestable; they absolutely could not let him escape.
The group surged forward after them.
Ye Fan and his companion fled for an unknown amount of time before finally shaking off the Haoran Sect's pursuit.
“Zhuifeng, find a place for us to heal our wounds,” Ye Fan said as he popped a recovery pill into his mouth.
“Alright...”
Zhuifeng agreed and carried Ye Fan into a misty valley.
After traveling a bit further, Ye Fan finally spoke.
“Alright, let's stop here.”
The Gale Wolf halted. “This old wolf is exhausted to death!”
Ye Fan didn't even bother to respond. He had realized that this fellow was lazy, greedy, and lecherous.
Once they got back, he would definitely replace him. Otherwise, he worried he might get killed by this creature one day.
Shortly after, Ye Fan set up a formation and began to heal.
Zhuifeng followed suit and began to nurse his wounds...
...
When Zhuifeng opened his eyes, he felt incredibly hungry.
He glanced at Ye Fan and swallowed his saliva.
Ultimately, he decided to head out and forage for some food.
Taking out the formation control token Ye Fan had given him, he stepped outside the protective array.
However, after wandering around for a long time...
Not only did he fail to find any food, but he also realized he had gotten lost.
After all, the mist was thick everywhere, making it impossible to tell one direction from another.
When Ye Fan woke from his cultivation, he noticed the Gale Wolf was gone.
Packing up the protective array, he set off to search for him.
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