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

The so-called "establishing a demon" means taking a strong and mature "demon seed" as the core, drawing on its power, and gradually transforming the "foundation of the Dao" into a "demon embryo"!

Once the "demon fetus" is complete, it means that one has initially mastered the power of "demon". One can use the power of the demon seed to a limited extent to amplify the power of martial arts, influence the minds of others, and even obtain some incredible supernatural abilities.

But this is also the most dangerous step. It is the first transformation between "Tao" and "Demon". If it fails, the foundation of Tao will collapse, the demonic seed will backfire, and both body and soul will be destroyed!

Meng Fei held his breath and focused his mind, adjusting himself to his peak condition, just as he was about to try to guide the demonic seed and transform the "demon fetus"...

"Knock knock knock!"

A series of urgent knocks abruptly broke the tense atmosphere inside the stone room.

At this crucial moment, Meng Fei frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure at being disturbed flashing in his eyes, but a deeper sense of vigilance.

Unless it was something extremely urgent, Li Bin would never rashly disturb him at a crucial moment in his cultivation.

Immediately, he suppressed the surging blood and qi within his body and the eager demonic seed, slowly finished his practice, and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

A voice came from outside the door, Li Bin's voice deliberately lowered but unable to hide his urgency: "Master, someone outside the city has reported that they have discovered several strangers with mysterious movements and high martial arts skills, among whom is the one-eyed person you mentioned."

"He's here! And... Ren Woxing has actually come in person. It seems... this battle is inevitable."

The displeasure at being interrupted during his cultivation vanished instantly from Meng Fei's eyes, replaced by a sharp, sword-like fighting spirit.

He slowly stood up, and the "demon seed" that had been forcibly suppressed within him seemed to sense the fighting spirit in his heart, and a faint excitement throbbed from it.

"understood."

Meng Fei's voice carried through the stone door.

"As planned, you and the other two, including Jidu, will guard the residence. Anyone showing signs of trespassing must be killed on sight!"

"Yes... Master... how about letting Jidu and the other two accompany you? After all, the Sun Moon Cult... I'm afraid..."

Li Bin hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

"No need. You just guard this place. I'll do as I please... They can't stop me."

Meng Fei sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Yes."

Immediately, Li Bin's footsteps faded into the distance.

Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high; it's the perfect time to commit murder!

He accepted Ren Woxing's "invitation".

It remains to be seen whether the other party will be able to accept this "return gift".

After nightfall, Meng Fei did not wait for Ren Woxing to come; instead, he took the initiative to greet him.

His figure leaped and bounded between the rooftops, and he appeared near the "Yuelai Inn" in the west of the city. According to Li Bin, Ren Woxing and his group had stayed there.

The inn's main gate was tightly closed, with only one room on the second floor lit up, standing out conspicuously in the night.

Meng Fei made no attempt to conceal his actions and walked straight to the entrance of the inn. Just as he stepped onto the stairs—

"Hahaha--"

A slightly rough, loud laugh came from the lit room on the second floor.

"Meng Fei, the 'Evil Swordsman'? He certainly has extraordinary courage! Since you're here, please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the guest room creaked open from the inside.

Seeing this, Meng Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth lifted up. He then stepped into the inn, arrived at the room, and pushed the door open without hesitation.

Inside the room, the lights were on, and in the main seat sat a tall, rugged old man, none other than Ren Woxing, the leader of the Sun Moon Sect.

He exuded a powerful and imposing aura, like a tiger sitting on a mountain. Although he did not deliberately radiate pressure, the aura of someone who had long held a high position was still overwhelming.

To his right was a burly man with a fierce expression; this man was none other than Xiang Wentian, nicknamed "Heavenly King Laozi".

On the left are a man and a woman. The man, with a sinister look in his eyes, is Bao Dachu, who has submitted to Ren Woxing at Plum Manor. The woman, who is about forty years old, has a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes; she is Sang Sanniang.

These four individuals practically represent the pinnacle of the Sun Moon Cult's combat strength.

Ren Woxing actually brought several people with him in person, clearly determined to achieve his goal.

If he were to submit, everything would be fine; if he refused, they would certainly not let him off easily.

"Master Ren, your presence in Fuzhou is an honor. I, Meng, have failed to greet you properly and have been impolite."

His gaze swept calmly over the four people, finally landing on Ren Woxing. His tone was indifferent, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

He then stood in front of the table, looking directly at Ren Woxing.

"What brings you here so late at night, Master Ren?"

Ren Woxing looked at Meng Fei's calm and composed demeanor, which even carried a hint of arrogance. Instead of being angry, he smiled and his admiration deepened.

"Good! As expected of the 'Evil Swordsman' who can fight Shaolin and kill Yu Canghai with his sword! This courage and demeanor are far superior to those hypocrites who seek fame and fortune."

With a wave of his hand, he went straight to the point: "Young Master Meng, the reason I came here is not for anything else, but because I admire your extraordinary swordsmanship. You are a rare talent in the martial arts world today."

"Now, our Divine Sect has regained its prestige, sweeping across the Five Sacred Mountains and unifying the martial world—its momentum is unstoppable!"

"As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a wise minister chooses a good lord to serve. I have come here today to sincerely invite Young Hero Meng to join my cult and work together to achieve great things!"

"With your abilities, young hero, the Left Envoy of the Divine Sword and Light awaits you. Wealth, power, status, and martial arts manuals are all within your grasp!"

"I suppose Young Master Meng wouldn't refuse such a kind offer?"

Ren Woxing's voice was loud and clear, his tone bold and unrestrained, carrying an undeniable confidence and allure, as if he were offering a blessing rather than a choice.

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei remained expressionless, simply saying, "I have long heard that your sect severely damaged the Five Sacred Mountains in the battle of Mount Hua, greatly enhancing your prestige."

"Meng originally thought that the next step of the leader would be to target Shaolin and Wudang, but he did not expect that the leader would come to a small place like Fuzhou in person."

Immediately, his eyes met Ren Woxing's suddenly sharp gaze: "However... I've always been used to a leisurely life and can't stand being restrained. I appreciate the leader's kindness."

Meng Fei's choice clearly did not satisfy him.

Ren Woxing's smile slowly faded, and the appreciation in his eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of displeasure and coldness.

He personally stepped forward and offered such generous terms, yet the other party was so ungrateful.

Just then, Bao Dachu, who had long been unable to bear it any longer, spoke up in a sinister tone, his voice filled with obvious sarcasm and threat: "Meng Fei! The sect leader has personally come to invite you, which is already a huge favor! Don't be ungrateful. There are countless people in the martial world who would kneel and beg to join my sect!"

"If you continue to be so ungrateful and refuse to listen to reason, don't blame us for being impolite."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Meng Fei slowly turned his head, his gaze icy as he looked at Bao Dachu, a cold glint in his eyes: "Not polite? I'd like to see just how impolite you are."