A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The sword light stopped three miles from the foot of the mountain, leaving the two of them suspended in mid-air.

Bai Jie frowned slightly as she gazed at the swirling, multicolored mist ahead.

Luo Fan followed suit, a golden glint flashing in his eyes.

Under the watchful gaze of the Insightful Eye, the mist revealed an extremely complex spiritual energy structure.

The spiritual energy of the seven emotional attributes is twisted and intertwined, mixed with strange energy that erodes divine consciousness.

"This is the miasma of the seven emotions, which can stir up the deepest emotions in people's hearts."

Bai Jie's voice was grave, "Inhaling too much will trap you in a hallucination from which you cannot escape. Are you sure you want to go in?"

"Where highly poisonous plants grow, there must be accompanying medicinal herbs, thus creating a symbiotic relationship of mutual generation and restraint."

Luo Fan grinned and, under Bai Jie's questioning gaze, took out a jade bottle.

"This is..."

"My specially made obstacle-avoidance pill."

Luo Fan poured out two pills, swallowed one himself, and handed the other to Bai Jie.

"While it can't provide complete immunity, I think it can mitigate some of the effects of miasma."

This elixir is just ordinary Qingxin San with a touch of mint flavor, and then infused with his spiritual power and kneaded together.

To him, any poison or miasma was just a tickle, but he had to pretend.

Bai Jie took the pill, examined it carefully, smelled it, and then tilted her head back to swallow it.

"No side effects, right?"

She rolled her eyes.

Luo Fan smiled brightly, "Don't worry, Senior Sister, you're absolutely safe this time!"

How could it not be safe?

This can hardly be considered a pill; its main function is his spiritual power.

Luo Fan thought about his own physique, which allowed him to be immune to various poisons.

Perhaps his spiritual power would have some effect, so he made some preparations in advance.

"Stay close to me and don't wander off."

Bai Jie was the first to step into the colorful mist.

Inside, everything around was shrouded in an illusory aura.

The ground beneath my feet was soft, like walking on cotton, and all sorts of chaotic sounds filled my ears.

There was a woman's soft laughter, a baby's crying, and an old man's sigh.

"Guard your mind and do not be disturbed by external forces."

Bai Jie gave a reminder, her icy spiritual energy flowing around her, freezing and dispelling the approaching mist.

But the fog was too thick; it dispersed one area, but more immediately surged up.

The two walked side by side, proceeding cautiously, for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Luo Fan suddenly stopped.

Not right.

It's too quiet.

All those chaotic sounds disappeared without me noticing.

All that remained was a deathly silence and a dense, suffocating, seven-colored mist.

Then--

hum.

With a very faint flapping sound, tiny points of light appeared deep within the mist.

At first there were only a few, but soon it became hundreds or thousands, getting closer and closer.

I can finally see it clearly.

They were butterflies, each about the size of a palm, with wings that were iridescent and shimmering with rainbow colors.

"Oh no! It's the Illusionary Heart Butterfly!"

Bai Jie's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she subconsciously shielded Luo Fan behind her, activating her protective aura to its maximum.

These monsters are not strong in combat, but the scales that fall from their wings can combine with the Seven Emotions Miasma to create an extremely realistic illusion!

They roam in flocks, their wings fluttering as they scatter dreamlike specks of phosphorescent powder.

The phosphorescent powder ignored the spiritual energy defense, passed through the light barrier, and stuck to the two people.

Luo Fan felt a sudden heaviness in his head, and everything before his eyes spun, twisted, and shattered…

I opened my eyes again.

Luo Fan stood amidst the ruins.

Beneath his feet lay charred rubble, broken beams and pillars, and fragments of the alchemy furnace.

In the distance, the familiar crooked peach tree was cut in half, its blossoms scattered on the ground.

The sky was blood red, the protective array around the mountain had long been shattered, and corpses littered the surrounding area.

There were his familiar fellow disciples, as well as black-robed cultivators he had never seen before.

In the distance, a deafening explosion resounded from the direction of the main peak, with flames shooting into the sky.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

"Peach Blossom Temple shall be destroyed today!"

Laughter, screams, and the roar of spells mingled together.

Luo Fan suffered cardiac arrest!

The Demonic Sect!

The Hall of Soul Killing!

They attacked Peach Blossom Temple; this is a calamity that will wipe out the entire family!

"Junior Brother Luo! Over here!"

An urgent female voice came from the right.

Luo Fan turned his head sharply, his pupils shrinking.

It's Xiong Chumo!

Her outfit was stained with blood, and a deep, bone-revealing wound on her left arm was still bleeding.

Her petite frame wielded a giant hammer, struggling to fend off the combined attacks of three black-robed demonic cultivators.

The hammer whistled, but it was already at its last gasp.

"Senior Sister!"

Without a second thought, Luo Fan rushed over.

"Don't come any closer! Get out of here!"

Xiong Chumo roared and shattered the demonic cultivator in front of him with a hammer blow, thus revealing an opening.

"Pfft!"

A black short blade pierced her back and emerged from her chest.

Blood splattered!

Xiong Chumo's body stiffened, and the giant hammer in his hand clattered to the ground.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at Luo Fan rushing towards her, and her lips moved slightly.

"Junior brother... run..."

Her voice was soft, yet it struck Luo Fan's heart like a hammer blow, "They're here for you..."

"No--!!!"

Luo Fan's eyes widened in fury, and he moved three times faster.

But it was too late.

The demonic cultivator grinned maliciously as he drew his short blade. Xiong Chumo collapsed limply into a pool of blood.

Her once vibrant eyes quickly lost their luster in Luo Fan's eyes.

"Senior sister... Senior sister!!"

Luo Fan rushed forward, knelt down, and tried to help her up with trembling hands.

What my fingers touched was icy cold.

"Senior Sister Xiong..."

Luo Fan stood frozen in place, his mind completely blank!

Was it coming for him?

These people want to seize the Great Dao Furnace and possess his heaven-defying, immoral body!

He killed Senior Sister Xiong, and he killed many of his fellow disciples!

He brought utter destruction to Peach Blossom Temple!

"Tsk, another one coming to their death."

At this moment, three demonic cultivators surrounded them, their eyes filled with cruelty, and they licked their lips.

"This kid looks so delicate and tender; his soul must be quite delicious."

"I'll go first!"

The man in the middle reached out and grabbed Luo Fan by the back of the neck.

however--

"You... all deserve to die."

Luo Fan lowered his head, his voice terribly hoarse.

A faint black aura surrounded him, but it wasn't demonic energy.

Rather, it was an extreme killing intent, mixed with the chill of the cold spring fire, presenting an eerie color.

"Playing tricks!"

The demonic cultivator didn't take it seriously and had already reached out to grab it.

Luo Fan looked up, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils filled with blood vessels.

puff!

His right hand extended into a tiger's claw, plunging straight into the opponent's heart!

The demonic cultivator's sinister smile froze as he looked down at the gaping hole in his chest, his eyes filled with terror.

"you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Fan clenched his fist and crushed his heart.

The demonic cultivator's body exploded with a bang, turning into a sky full of black mist and dissipating.

"Fourth brother!"

"Kill him!"

The remaining two were horrified and attacked simultaneously.

Luo Fan acted like a madman, neither dodging nor avoiding, taking the blows head-on.

He let the blades slash his shoulders and pierce his ribs, while his hands gripped the necks of the two men like iron clamps.

Click!

With two crisp sounds, the black mist rose again, and the two figures vanished.

Luo Fan stood in a pool of blood, his shoulder and rib wounds so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out.

But he felt no pain; he simply turned around and looked at Xiong Chumo's corpse.

"Senior sister..."

He wanted to reach out and close her eyes.

"Senior Brother Luo!"

A timid voice, trembling with tears, sounded behind him.

Luo Fan's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned around.

It's Midozhi.

The junior sister who always wore a bright red dress, had a sweet smile, and called him "senior brother".

Her face was pale, her clothes were torn, and she stumbled out from behind the ruins, her face covered in tears.

"Junior Sister!"

"Senior brother! So many demonic cultivators! Master was killed by them! Waaaaah..."

Midozhi threw herself into Luo Fan's arms, weeping bitterly, her delicate body trembling.

Luo Fan instinctively hugged her, wanting to comfort her, but in that instant…

"Be careful!"

In the shadows of the ruins, three dark figures held Soul-Slaying Nails, aiming them at Midozhi's back!

It's an ambush!

"Get out of the way!"

Luo Fan tried to push Midozhi away, but due to his serious injuries, his movements were a beat slower.

No, it's not slow.

It was those three Soul-Slaying Nails; they were too fast.

He only had time to pull Midozhi closer to his chest.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Three Soul-Slaying Nails pierced into Midozhi's petite back.

She looked down and saw three black nail tips protruding from her chest, her bright red dress stained with blood.

"Senior...Senior brother..."

She looked up at Luo Fan, trying to force a smile, but tears streamed down her face.

"In my next life... I still want to be your junior sister..."

Her small hand, which had been clutching Luo Fan's clothes, loosened weakly, and her petite body, having lost all support, slumped softly into his arms.

Luo Fan stood still.

He held Midozhi's still warm body in his arms, but it had already turned cold.

He looked down at the pale, tear-stained face in his arms.

Watching the blood on her chest, slowly staining her once bright red dress.

There was no scream of despair.

There were no frenzied shouts.

Luo Fan simply held her quietly, like a stone sculpture that had lost all life.

The dark blue aura around him, which was originally so faint as to be almost invisible, suddenly surged silently.