I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

The withered old man's cloudy eyes were fixed on Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan's expression remained unchanged as he stepped inside.

Just as his body brushed past the old man and half of his body entered the shadows of the passage.

"Bang!"

The old man didn't even see how Fang Xuan moved. He only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and then everything went black before he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

.......

Step over the old man's body and enter the passage.

The passageway is narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time.

Beneath our feet are simple stone steps that wind downwards.

After walking several hundred meters, the view suddenly opened up.

It's a courtyard hidden behind the mountain, truly a hidden paradise.

Fang Xuan kicked the door open to the middle room.

There were about seven or eight people inside, the highest cultivation level being late Foundation Establishment, and the rest being early Foundation Establishment.

Fang Xuan didn't even draw his sword.

You don't even need to draw your sword to deal with this kind of thing.

"Who?!" The person inside was startled and shouted sharply.

Fang Xuanxu's mid-stage Core Formation spiritual power, mixed with that cold and fierce sword aura, crashed down.

"Splash!" "Splash!"

Those cultivators in the early stages of Foundation Establishment were the first to be hit. Before they could even muster the thought of resistance, they were pressed to the ground, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and passed out.

Only the leader, who was in the late Foundation Establishment stage, reacted quickly. He roared, and a flash of blood-red light appeared around him as he forcefully broke free from some of the oppressive restraints.

He drew a blood-red longsword from behind his back, its blade radiating a murderous aura, clearly having drunk a great deal of blood.

"court death!"

His face was contorted with rage as he swung his blade down at Fang Xuan's head.

However, the blood-red longsword only struck three inches in front of Fang Xuan before it seemed to hit black iron and could not advance an inch further.

The violent baleful aura collided with the spiritual energy, yet it couldn't even lift Fang Xuan's sleeve.

He simply held the middle of the scabbard and casually smashed it.

"boom--!"

The high-quality, blood-red longsword was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The violent shockwave traveled through the blade, and the leader groaned as if struck by a heavy blow.

He flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing into the stone wall behind him with a "bang," before sliding to the ground.

He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, and the blood-red longsword in his hand shattered into several pieces.

Fang Xuan then slowly sheathed his sword, his gaze sweeping calmly over the entire scene.

The formidable aura of a mid-stage Void Core cultivator was fully unleashed at this moment.

The two remaining cultivators inside were already terrified, their faces pale and their bodies trembling like leaves.

He could barely stand, let alone fight.

"Please...please spare my life, senior!"

One of them finally couldn't withstand the pressure and knelt down with a thud.

The other person also quickly knelt down, tears streaming down their face.

Fang Xuan ignored them and walked up to the leader.

The leader struggled to get up.

He was originally a notorious evil cultivator leader in the area, but Shen Chen secretly recruited him to handle some shady matters.

I thought I could find shelter under a big tree, but I ended up kicking a brick wall today.

Fang Xuan bent down, took out the black wooden plaque representing Shen Chen's subordinate status from his arms, and casually tossed it on the ground.

"One of our own." Fang Xuan's tone was flat.

The leader and the two kneeling evil cultivators stared at the wooden plaque on the ground, their minds blank for a moment.

Oh shit.....

The leader coughed up blood, cursing Shen Chen in his mind.

One of our own? One of our own is this ruthless? He almost died!

But... the wooden plaque and the code are correct, and this young man's cultivation is frighteningly high. Could he be a new member of the sect, someone with an even greater background?

To test them? Or... is there another mission?

"Who's in charge?" Fang Xuan asked.

The two kneeling evil cultivators subconsciously looked at their leader, who was spitting blood on the ground.

The leader tried to speak, but another mouthful of blood surged up, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Fang Xuan frowned and said to one of the kneeling evil cultivators beside him, "Wake him up."

"Huh? Me?" The evil cultivator trembled in fright.

"Do you need me to repeat myself?" Fang Xuan glanced at him.

"No, no, no! I'll fight right now! I'll fight right now!"

The evil cultivator scrambled over and carefully... patted his leader's still relatively unscathed face.

"Boss? Boss, wake up?"

Fang Xuan: "Use force."

The evil cultivator gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slapped himself across the face.

The leader winced in pain, let out a muffled groan, and regained some consciousness.

He glared venomously at his subordinate, then looked at Fang Xuan with fear.

Fang Xuan was too lazy to waste any more words with them. He found a chair that was still in relatively good condition and sat down, his gaze falling on the leader.

"Originally, I was prepared to kill you if you dared to lay a hand on me."

The leader shuddered, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"but....."

Fang Xuan changed the subject, "I've changed my mind. I'll spare your life; you might still be of some use."

A glimmer of hope rose in the leader's heart, and he quickly struggled to kneel up: "Senior... what are your orders? I... I'll do anything, even die!"

Fang Xuan stared at him and said slowly, "I want the spiritual blood on the target. As for Shen Qingqing, just kill her."

The leader's heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough! They came for this too!

Shen Qingqing kept insisting that Ning Qian's spiritual blood must be preserved intact.

He knew that the blood seemed to be related to another treasure within her body—the spirit bone!

His mind raced, but a troubled expression appeared on his face:

"Senior...Senior, please understand! That Shen Qingqing is the Peak Master...I am Peak Master Shen's person, I really dare not harm her! And that spiritual blood..."

Fang Xuan interrupted him, speaking with amusement.

"What I want is the spirit blood. As for Shen Qingqing... she's just a favored dog under Shen Chen."

"Kill her, blame Ning Qian, and then clean up the body. Who will know where the spiritual blood went? Even if Shen Chen suspects something, what can he do without evidence? Besides..."

He paused, lowering his voice even further: "Do you really think Shen Chen considers you one of his own? After it's all over, what will become of you evil cultivators who know the truth, all to cover up the truth?"

The leader and the two evil cultivators beside him turned deathly pale instantly.

These words struck at their deepest fears.

Doing dirty work for important figures and ending up being silenced is practically the standard procedure in the cultivation world!

Fang Xuan looked indifferently at their fearful expressions, knowing that the time was almost right.

He deliberately revealed that he only knew about spirit blood and not the more important spirit bone, in order to mislead the other party into misjudging his purpose and lowering their guard.

At the same time, it gives the other party the illusion of being able to perform meritorious service and save their life.

"Help me get the spirit blood, and afterwards, I'll find a way to get you out of here safely."

"What Shen Chen can give, I may be able to give as well. And if you cooperate with me, at least you don't have to worry about being held accountable afterward."

The leader's eyes showed even more struggle.

He was truly fed up with being Shen Chen's scapegoat, living in constant fear and anxiety.

The young man before them possessed terrifying strength and a mysterious background.

It seems like an opportunity... More importantly, if I don't agree, I might die right now!