Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 62: Death of Meng Fan
While everyone was concentrating on the battle in the sky, no one paid attention to "Shi Yucheng".

Song Xinci deliberately cast a spell to hide his breath, making his entire figure appear illusory, as if he did not exist in this world.

She quietly walked through the crowd and headed towards the lonely Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was still looking up at the battle in the air, with an infinite yearning for the Hedao realm in his heart. He didn't know when he would find the right opportunity since he missed the Fuyao Dao Fruit this time.

As he thought about it, he remembered that Yun Yi had crushed him simply with his swordsmanship. He felt extremely angry and thought that if that kid left Qimen Palace in a while, he would risk his life and be besieged by several elders, but he would definitely kill this guy!

He also thought of Song Xinci. The woman's stunning beauty appeared before him, making his heart flutter. He heard that she had already entered the Hedao realm. He was surprised that there was a huge gap between him and her. But it didn't matter. He would catch up with her one day.

No! Why do I seem to really see her?

Meng Fan woke up suddenly and found that Song Xinci's figure really appeared in front of him, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

After all, she is from the Demon Sect. How could she come to the Fuyao Sect openly?

The cold-faced senior sister had spoken rudely to Yun Yi in the underground palace, so Song Xinci had no intention of wasting time talking to her or sparing her life. When she tried to stop "Shi Yucheng" from approaching Meng Fan, her neck was twisted.

Then "Shi Yucheng" finally dropped her disguise, revealing her true identity as Song Xinci. She stood before Meng Fan and asked, oblivious to the others, "Are you involved in the incident in Nameless Town?"

Meng Fan was so surprised that he didn't know what to do. He stammered, "Xin, Xinci, why are you here?"

Song Xinci looked up at Meng Fan, and the disciples who noticed the change also looked over. For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

Meng Fan said, "You know, I think about you every day and night. Since we last parted, I've thought carefully about what you said to me... Neither the Righteous Path nor the Demonic Sect is the best place for you and me. The most correct choice should be for you and me to join the Futian Pavilion together."

Song Xinci was not in a hurry to make a move and asked, "Oh?"

"The power of Futian Pavilion far exceeds our imagination. A demonic giant like Master Wandu is just an insignificant little character within it! This power will surely unleash a bloody storm in the future. Xinci, will you come with me?"

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"You do not want it?"

Song Xinci was expressionless, as if she didn't want to show even a hint of emotion to anyone except when facing Yun Yi. She also didn't like being called "Xinci"; it was too intimate, and only family members could address her that way.

Perhaps Yun Yi could do the same. If he called her that, she wouldn't be disgusted. Unfortunately, he kept his distance from her, and the gap between them grew deeper and deeper.

When he thought of this, Song Xinci felt extremely annoyed and took out the Xisheng Sword. The sword flashed and Meng Fan did not move, but a line of blood appeared on his neck.

Meng Fan's expression was extremely complicated, including amazement, surprise, and even horror. He didn't understand why his sweetheart suddenly attacked him, and the first move was a killing move, and he didn't even have time to respond.

Not to mention pulling out the Golden Crow Sword with just a flick of his finger, he died so easily without even the blink of an eye.

The eldest disciple who was at the Return to Void Realm and was the most outstanding disciple in Fuyao Sect at such a young age was like a pig being chopped to death by a butcher.

No, he is not even as good as a pig, because a pig will at least struggle and squeal before dying.

Song Xinci held Meng Fan's head in one hand and began to perform the "soul-searching technique". The next moment, Meng Fan's soul emerged hazily.

She asked, "Did you kill Sang Jing?"

Meng Fan's spirit closed his eyes and replied, "Yes, he caught me meeting with the stinky beggar in private, so I had no choice but to kill him."

"Did you also teach the art of divine transmission to that stinky beggar?"

"I want him to use this trick to assassinate Song Xinci." "How do you set up a trap to kill Song Xinci in an unknown town?"

"I couldn't let her merge with the Dao smoothly, so I contacted the Demon Sect's wandering cultivator, the Stinky Beggar, and asked him to find someone I could cooperate with. They were Zhuque Xuanjiao from the Buried Sword Valley, the old tailor from the Bliss Sect, the wandering cultivator Zhu Qiyi, and the Bliss Heavenly King... I also made a deal with the Bliss Heavenly King. If Song Xinci fell into his hands, he would keep her in his room, but after six months, he would make her into a stunning female puppet and give it to me."

These almost self-exposure words brought a dreadful silence to the scene, with many disciples even refusing to watch the battle between the Hedao Realm in the sky. An elder who had been trying to stop Song Xinci from killing Meng Fan stopped in his tracks upon hearing these words.

No one could have imagined that Meng Fan, the eldest disciple of the Fuyao Sect and the renowned senior brother, could have such a beastly side. Not only did he kill his fellow disciple Sang Jing, he even collaborated with the Demon Sect to set up a trap to harm a woman.

Song Xinci had a cold expression on his face. He had finally sorted out the whole story of the nameless town, but he still had one question: "Who told you about Song Xinci's place of refining the mind?"

Meng Fan replied: "The news came from Futian Pavilion, but I don't know who it was."

Futian Pavilion? Futian Pavilion again!
Why is this mysterious organization everywhere?

Song Xinci asked again, "Is Piaomiaozi also from Futian Pavilion?"

"Yes."

"When did he join Futian Pavilion?"

"I don't know."

"He also wants to set up a trap to kill Song Xinci?"

"Yes."

"reason?"

"Song Xinci and Piaomiaozi are having a dispute over the great Dao."

Song Xinci suddenly realized that what he was practicing was "Taishangwangqing", while Piaomiaozi was practicing "Wuqingdao". So the two of them really had a dispute over the great Dao.

Even as a member of the Demon Sect, Song Xinci felt that he was somewhat wronged.

He had clearly only come to this unknown town to spend the rest of his life with his mother and to cultivate his mind. However, Futian Pavilion learned of this and leaked the news to Piaomiaozi, leading Meng Fan and the others to set up a killing spree.

I didn't provoke anyone, but trouble still came to me.

From this we can see that there is no difference at all between the righteous and evil sects; they are all just lunatics who are only concerned about their own interests.

She was no longer interested in asking anything, so she threw Meng Fan's head to the ground, then looked up at the melee in the air, her eyes fixed on Piaomiaozi's figure.

A struggle for the great way? Haha, since you want to kill me, then I don't need any other reason to kill you.

Thinking of this, Song Xinci suddenly had an idea and rushed into the battle to take advantage of the situation.

Master Wandu and Piaomiaozi were already frustrated. It was unexpected that two combined Dao Realm masters could not defeat Daocheng for so long. Daocheng had been relatively unknown in recent years, and had not appeared in several battles between good and evil, leading people to believe that the Fuyao Sect had gradually declined.

However, Daocheng had secretly advanced in his cultivation, reaching a solid state in the late Hedao realm. Piaomiaozi was only in the early stages, and Master Wandu's late stages were unstable, so the two of them could only suppress Daocheng together, but could not find a chance to kill him on the spot.

Song Xinci also saw through this and decided to add fuel to the fire of this battle in the realm of heaven.

(End of this chapter)