My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

Mad Blood Taoist is dead.

There wasn't even a complete corpse.

"With no one to rely on, you've been used as a pawn without even realizing it," Fang Yuan said calmly.

Before long, a streak of light streaked across the sky at incredible speed, arriving in front of Fang Yuan in an instant.

He glanced at the corpse of the Mad Blood Daoist on the ground, then noticed the sword-wielding man standing next to Fang Yuan, his gaze filled with surprise.

But he still cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, saying, "Mr. Mo."

Uncle Mo nodded slightly in response, his attitude indifferent, exuding a detached air.

"Yuan'er, are you alright?" Elder Eleven asked with concern.

Fang Yuan responded with a smile and briefly recounted what had just happened.

"If it weren't for Mr. Mo today, the consequences would have been unimaginable," the Eleventh Elder said thankfully.

If Fang Yuan were to get into trouble while he was in charge, then he would become a sinner against the Fang family.

"I don't know where Mad Blood Daoist got so many talismans. They're very troublesome to deal with. In the end, he even used the Blood Restriction Talisman to trap me for a while."

The eleventh elder, still not satisfied with the sight of the Mad Blood Daoist's corpse, unleashed several more bursts of true energy, reducing the man to ashes.

"No." The Eleventh Elder suddenly realized something and said, "Yuan'er, you just said you fought with the Mad Blood Daoist?"

Fang Yuan spoke casually, glossing over the details of his fight with Mad Blood Daoist.

But when Elder Eleven came to his senses, he was stunned. He had thought that once Mad Blood Daoist arrived, Mr. Mo would make his move.

"No, I must go back and inform the head of the family that I will not allow you to take such risks next time."

The eleventh elder did not witness everything, but from the few words he spoke, he was able to make some guesses and was even more shocked by Fang Yuan's talent.

"Lord Fang Hai, who was that powerful swordsman who made the move just now?"

"I don't remember having such an elder in my family."

After fighting the Eleventh Elder, Uncle Mo vanished into the air.

Many disciples and even deacons couldn't suppress their curiosity and couldn't help but ask questions.

But no one could give an answer. Perhaps some senior deacons knew something, but they remained silent.

"Reporting to the young master, we have found the place where Fang Man is being held."

The two disciples who followed Fang Yuan to Qingcheng Village were naturally not idle. They used the token he gave them to inquire about information throughout the village.

"Take me there."

Fang Yuan was still concerned about his brother's safety, so he had his disciple lead the way, and soon they arrived at a large iron gate.

"We were worried about alerting them, so we only dealt with the guards at the door, but we didn't find the key on them."

Fang Yuan nodded. The iron gate was forged from black iron, a material that was quite hard.

"You all step back a little."

The two disciples were somewhat confused, but they did as instructed.

Boom... Thump...

Fang Yuan clenched his fist, and without any fancy movements, he slammed it into the large iron gate.

In an instant, the iron gate bent and deformed, the embedded screws popped out, and the entire gate flew backward with a series of cracking sounds.

"What a direct approach."

The two disciples were dumbfounded; it truly was a case of one force breaking all laws.

"Please, please get us out of here."

"Please let us go."

The prison in Qinggang Village held many people, most of whom Fang Yuan did not recognize, but judging from their clothing, many of them were members of aristocratic families from the county town.

Fang Yuan looked around as he walked through the long, dark cell, which was damp and smelly.

Whoosh...whoosh...

Suddenly, a cold glint appeared.

A soft, whistling sound suddenly rang out.

Fang Yuan's eyes turned slightly cold. He then turned to the side and saw a blade attached to an iron chain slashing past in front of him.

No, there are two!

He frowned slightly, pushed off with his feet, and leaped into the air, dodging the blade on the other side.

To his surprise, the blade, pulled back, remained sharp and menacing, forcing him to perform several somersaults in mid-air.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The two disciples standing to the side were completely caught off guard and were injured, but fortunately none of them were seriously hurt.

"If my mental strength hadn't improved, I would have really fallen for it."

Fang Yuan turned his head and saw two figures opposite him, their faces obscured by black cloth.

"There are still two more at the ninth level of the Innate Realm!"

Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes. The auras of these two were in no way weaker than that of the second leader of Qinggang Village, and were even slightly stronger.

"You're not from Qinggang Village, are you?"

Fang Yuan had long suspected that Qinggang Village was colluding with outsiders, and the appearance of these two people confirmed his suspicions.

"superior!"

Without further ado, the two charged forward with chains and blades, moving as fast as lightning.

Fang Yuan took a deep breath, drew his three-foot-long sword, and, despite his exhaustion, resolutely went to meet the challenge.

In a short time.

The dark prison corridor was filled with the glint of blades and the incessant clanging of swords, going back and forth dozens of times, making one's heart pound wildly for no reason.

Those who pay close attention will surely notice that Fang Yuan's combat strength seems to have decreased significantly.

Previously, he killed people at the ninth level of the Innate Realm as easily as chickens and dogs, and he was not even afraid of the Mad Blood Daoist at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

There is no other reason.

Fang Yuan was utterly exhausted; his muscles ached all over, and his true energy was completely depleted.

Having previously slain the various leaders of Qinggang Village and numerous bandits, and then faced a Foundation Establishment cultivator head-on, his body had reached its limit.

"Such excellent teamwork."

Fang Yuan drew his sword and continuously parried their attacks, but they coordinated very well.

Whenever he tried to kill one of them, someone would always find an opening and stab him. The combined power of the two far exceeded his own.

"A cultivator of the same realm would probably not survive more than a hundred rounds in their hands," Fang Yuan thought to himself with admiration.

"Who goes there?!"

Meanwhile, inside the prison, swords were still flashing and several Fang family stewards poured into the corridor, their eyes sharp.

"Protect the young master!"

Seeing his clansmen approach, Fang Yuan breathed a slight sigh of relief. He had the means to kill the two men, but it would come at a price.

not worth it.

Besides, if we can gang up on each other, let's not fight one-on-one.

Although the two were formidable together, they couldn't withstand the sheer number of people on the Fang family's side, and they were quickly captured.

"I am late, please forgive me, young master."

The five deacons expressed their deep apologies, bowed slightly, and clasped their hands in greeting.

"Please rise, everyone. I am grateful for your help," Fang Yuan said with a smile as he stepped forward to help them up.

"I dare not accept such praise."

Everyone waved their hands and shook their heads repeatedly. They had witnessed Fang Yuan's formidable strength, and compared to him, they were like fireflies compared to the bright moon.

With the innate realm, one can reverse the foundation-building process and not only remain unharmed but also injure the opponent.

They've lived half their lives and never even heard of it.

"How did you get here?" Fang Yuan asked curiously.

"Eleventh Elder was worried about your safety, so he sent a few of us to the young master's side to wipe out the remaining Qinggang Village rebels."

One of the stewards said thankfully, "I just happened to hear the fighting going on inside, so I came in."

Fang Yuan nodded and turned his gaze to the two masked men. "Investigate their identities thoroughly."

"We have plenty of equipment here."

These words had barely left his lips.

The two men immediately clenched their teeth, the venom flowing down their throats, and collapsed to the ground, spitting out black blood.

"Looks like they're training assassins; they're really decisive."

Fang Yuan wasn't annoyed that the clues had gone cold; there were always more ways than difficulties to find the person behind it all.