From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

As news of the battle at the Fengchan Terrace on Mount Song spread, the name of "Evil Swordsman" Meng Fei quickly resounded throughout the entire martial arts world.

His fierce battle against Shaolin, his sword strike against Qingcheng, and his three-month agreement with Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect—each and every one of these events is enough to make any martial artist take notice.

The name "Evil Swordsman" has become synonymous with mystery, power, and unapproachability.

Half a month later, the group, weary from their journey, finally arrived safely in Fuzhou.

Back at the old house, after settling Aya and Aluo in, Meng Fei summoned Li Bin and Jidu and the others together.

Looking at his disciple, who had become much more composed after going through trials and tribulations, Meng Fei spoke.

"Li Bin, from today onwards, Ji Du and the other two will temporarily join your Divine Sword Gang."

Upon hearing this, Li Bin's spirits lifted. The three men had an aura that was obscure, clearly indicating that they were highly skilled in martial arts.

Then, Meng Fei continued to give instructions, his tone calm but leaving no room for doubt.

"In addition, your primary task during this period is to clean up Fuzhou City. Those who are willing to submit should be accepted, and those who are not should be expelled from the city. If there are any tough guys, let the three of them handle them."

Finally, his gaze returned to Li Bin, and his tone became slightly somber.

"In short, I want Fuzhou City to become an impregnable fortress. In the future, if any other sects, especially those with ulterior motives, enter the city, the Divine Sword Gang must respond immediately. We must never allow a repeat of the last incident where someone sneaked up to our doorstep and kidnapped our relatives without us even knowing it."

These words struck Li Bin like a heavy hammer blow.

Thinking of his helplessness and fear when Aya and Alu were kidnapped, and recalling the perilous situation his master faced when he ventured alone into Mount Song and fought a bloody battle at Fengchantai to save them, a huge sense of guilt and lingering fear welled up in his heart.

He knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling: "Master, it is my fault... I promise that I will never let anyone hurt Sister Aya and the others again."

Seeing Li Bin's terrified expression, Meng Fei's coldness softened slightly, and he waved his hand: "Alright, get up. Just remember this lesson."

"Take the three of them downstairs first. You can discuss the specifics of how to proceed yourselves. I just need the results."

"Yes, Master!"

Upon hearing this, Li Bin felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly stood up, bowed respectfully to Ji Du and the other two, and then left the bamboo forest.

The bamboo grove has returned to silence.

Meng Fei stood alone in the bamboo forest, pondered for a moment, and then took out the book "The Great Method of Planting Demons in the Dao Heart" from his bosom.

The supreme secret technique of the Demonic Sect... its profound and mysterious nature far surpasses that of other martial arts.

For the past two weeks, he has been pondering day and night. The so-called "first step to entering the Dao" requires cultivators to have a solid foundation in the Dao, which he believes he has already achieved.

The Quanzhen Method is the most authentic Taoist practice. I have already made some progress in my cultivation. Although my foundation is not perfect, it is enough to take the first step in my cultivation.

However, the next "seed of demons, second time" plunged him into deep confusion.

The method of "planting demons" is extremely mysterious, requiring one to cultivate "demonic seeds" using the foundation of the Dao as a field.

However, he was at a loss as to how to proceed.

Meng Fei frowned slightly. Now that he had the Quanzhen Inner Strength Method as his foundation and the peerless Thirteen Deadly Swords technique, it would not be difficult for him to reach the level of a top master in time.

However, this "time"... given the progress of the Quanzhen School of Buddhism, to achieve great success, it would require at least ten years of painstaking effort.

Ten years is too long for Meng Fei!

Immediately, his gaze fell back on the Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique. Cultivating this technique could grant unimaginable power, but the risks were equally enormous.

Should one choose the steady and solid Quanzhen martial art, or this demonic martial art, which, once mastered, is powerful enough to shatter the void?

After a long while, Meng Fei slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the intense desire in his mind.

Now that Aya and Aluo have just escaped danger, their foundation in Fuzhou is not yet stable, and their three-month agreement with Zuo Lengchan is approaching, it would be unwise for them to rashly cultivate such a dangerous demonic art at this moment.

"Forget it, it's better to consolidate the foundation first. Perhaps it's time to cultivate the Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart when the foundation is perfected."

In the days that followed, Meng Fei kept to himself and devoted most of his energy to cultivation.

Every morning, I practice swordsmanship in the bamboo forest, hoping to master the last four moves of the Thirteen Deadly Swords as soon as possible.

In the evening, one should sit quietly and regulate one's breathing, circulating the Quanzhen Mental Cultivation Method and the Yi Jin Duan Gu Chapter to nourish the meridians and solidify the foundation.

Although the Quanzhen method progresses slowly, it has a solid foundation. With each practice session, one can feel the internal energy becoming more refined and condensed, and the control over the body becoming more subtle.

After returning to Fuzhou, Aya and Alu gradually recovered from their fear.

Time slips away quietly in a peaceful and fulfilling life of cultivation.

Before he knew it, the "three-month deadline" agreed upon with Zuo Lengchan was drawing ever closer, and Meng Fei was ready to go up Mount Song again.

However, a letter from Mount Song dispelled his thoughts.

The letter was written by Zuo Lengchan himself, and its meaning was equally clear.

After being defeated by Yue Buqun at the Five Mountains Alliance meeting, he felt that his martial arts skills were still insufficient, so he decided to go into seclusion to cultivate in order to reach a higher level.

Therefore, the appointment with Meng Fei in March had to be postponed until after he came out of seclusion, and the letter also expressed apologies.

After reading the letter, Meng Fei's face showed little emotion. For an ambitious man like Zuo Lengchan, being defeated by Yue Buqun's sword was a particularly devastating blow.

Especially after losing his position as leader of the Five Mountains Sect, choosing to go into seclusion and cultivate diligently in order to avenge himself is perfectly normal.

As for the duel with himself, it was insignificant compared to defeating Yue Buqun and regaining the position of leader of the Five Mountains Sect.

"Let it be postponed then."

Meng Fei casually placed the letter on the candle flame and lit it, watching it turn to ashes.

"Perfect timing, I need some time too."

The postponement of the duel seemed to have eased the tension a bit.

However, several more months passed.

His progress in the Quanzhen Heart Sutra was slowing down day by day. Although his internal strength was still growing slowly, he thought that it would take ten years to achieve mastery, so he once again had the idea of ​​cultivating the Dao Heart Demon Seed Great Method.

As night fell, Meng Fei returned to his room, his gaze sweeping over the several old and new manuals on the table.

These are the secret manuals that Po Jun and others have collected from various places over the past few months. Although they are only some third-rate ones, and even a few are not even worth mentioning.

"Well, it's better than nothing."

As the martial arts roulette wheel reappeared, a beam of light instantly enveloped the manual.

[Sacrifice the third-rate martial art "Five Elements Fist" to gain 1 chance to win a prize.]

[Sacrifice the third-rate martial art "Mandarin Duck Blades" to gain 1 chance to win a prize.]

[Sacrifice the third-rate martial art "Breathing and Guiding Techniques" to gain 1 chance to win a prize.]

[Sacrifice...]

All in all, ten secret manuals ultimately earned eight chances to win a prize.

The result was not surprising; it was already a stroke of luck that these rudimentary martial arts skills could earn them eight chances to win a prize.

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Fei immediately began drawing lots.

The roulette wheel spun rapidly, and the items won in the lottery gradually materialized into physical forms...

The first time, the radiance condensed into a light green pill—the Qi-Boosting Pill, which could slightly replenish internal energy.

The second time, it was another Qi-boosting pill.

The third time, wound medicine.

The fourth time, the detoxifying powder was used.

The fifth time, the Lesser Rejuvenating Pill.

The sixth time, the Qi-boosting pill.

The seventh time, apply the hemostatic and tissue-regenerating ointment.

The eighth time, the Qi-Nourishing Pill.

Eight draws, eight pills.

The selection was complete, including healing, qi replenishment, detoxification, and health cultivation items—all practical items for navigating the martial world. However, it lacked what he needed most: a more profound martial arts manual, or a special technique or insight that could help him break through his limitations.

Hopes dashed.

The next day, Meng Fei summoned Li Bin to the bamboo grove in the backyard.

"I will be going into seclusion for the next period of time to cultivate myself."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable gravity.

"Without my permission, no one except Aya and Aro may set foot in the mansion."