Mortal: Starting with the Seven Mysterious Sects, I proved my Dao through sacrifice.

On the border of Yue Kingdom, the sky above Jingu Plain was hazy and filled with a chilling atmosphere. It was the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the gathering of tens of thousands of cultivators, mixed with the dust and sweat unique to mortal armies.

The camps of the seven allied forces stretched for dozens of miles, their banners obscuring the sun. But beneath this seemingly disciplined military might, an undercurrent of unease was brewing. Lower-ranking disciples whispered amongst themselves in small groups, their eyes revealing barely concealed fear of the six demonic sects. After all, the treacherous and ruthless methods of the demonic cultivators in past battles had already left a deep psychological scar.

"Have you heard? The vanguard of the Ghost Spirit Sect has reached the territory of Yan Family Fortress. Leading them is Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul cultivator with rich combat experience, and he is followed by many Core Formation elders from the demonic path!"

"Yan Family Fortress? Isn't that where the Yan family sided with the demonic path? Why should we go there to our deaths?"

"Who would want to? We lackeys have no choice but to obey orders. We just hope that those above are aware of the situation and don't drag us off to our deaths."

"It's no wonder we're saying such discouraging things. We've heard that even Nascent Soul stage cultivators have made their move on the demonic path, and they have more Golden Core cultivators than we do!"

Similar murmurs spread through the tents, and morale was as low as the gloomy weather.

In an inconspicuous corner of the allied forces' camp, Murong Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through layers of tents, as if he could already see Yan Family Fortress dozens of miles away. His expression was calm, with a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

"To die?" he muttered to himself, his voice so soft only he could hear. "No, to a funeral. Except, it won't be us who are buried, but those beasts of the demonic path!"

Murong Fan turned away, no longer looking at the terrified disciples, and headed straight for the central command tent. There, several Core Formation stage elders were fiercely debating tactics, the atmosphere heavy.

Murong Fan's arrival did not cause much of a stir until he spoke, saying, "Elders, Yan Family Fortress has a unique terrain, surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, and naturally easy to enter but difficult to leave." Murong Fan's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every elder. "Elder Wang Zhong of the Ghost Spirit Sect is arrogant by nature and eager for quick success. If we use Yan Family Fortress as bait to lure him in, we will surely achieve victory in the first battle."

An elder with a gaunt face frowned and said, "Nephew Murong, Yan Family Fortress is now under the control of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and they have already sided with the demonic path. How could we possibly set a trap there? Your idea is good, but it's difficult to implement unless..."

Murong Fan smiled slightly, a mysterious glint in his eyes: "The Yan family's allegiance to the demonic path is merely for the sake of family interests. Moreover, the Yan Family Fortress originally came from the demonic path, and for hundreds of years it has been constantly switching between the righteous and demonic paths. What you just said, unless, is not impossible!" Murong Fan did not explain further, but simply left with the words, "Trust me! Everything is under control," before turning and leaving.

His silhouette in the crowd appeared somewhat aloof, but more than that, it exuded an indescribable confidence.

……

The Yan Family Fortress was already shrouded in a desolate atmosphere.

The former prosperity has long since faded, replaced by heavy guard and a thick stench of blood. Yan Yunshan, the lord of Yan Family Fortress, stood atop the city wall, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Beside him stood Elder Zhong of the Ghost Spirit Sect, clad in a blood-red robe, his face sinister, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Lord Yan, the main force of the seven factions has already gathered at Jingu Plain. As long as we hold them off here, once the armies of the six sects arrive, Yue Kingdom will be ours for the taking! You will naturally have done a great service." Elder Zhong's voice carried a hint of arrogance and swagger as he imagined the carnival celebration in his mind.

Yan Yunshan said with a fawning expression, "Elder Zhong is absolutely right. My Yan Family Fortress will do everything in its power to serve the Six Sects!" However, these insincere words pierced his heart like a knife. He knew that he had no way out and no choice! He could only go down this path to the bitter end.

Elder Zhong snorted coldly, ignoring Yan Yunshan, and cast his gaze into the distance, as if he could already see the scene of the Seven Sects' allied forces being routed. "Damn it, those hypocrites from the Seven Sects are nothing but a bunch of mud dogs and chickens, yet they dare to come here to die! Once I set up the Myriad Souls Formation, I will sacrifice them all to clear the way for my Six Sects' army!" Elder Zhong waved his hand, and several Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators behind him immediately began to busy themselves, and strange black wisps of energy rose from their hands, spreading outwards from Yan Family Fortress.

However, they were unaware that, unseen by them, an even larger and more bizarre formation had already been quietly activated.

Murong Fan was not in the Seven Factions Allied Army camp, but was alone, hidden on a secluded mountain peak outside Yan Family Fortress. Beneath his feet was a complex array plate composed of countless spirit stones and talismans, and in the center of the array plate, an ancient array flag fluttered in the wind.

"Illusionary Spirit Array, activate!"

"Invert the Five Elements Formation, activate!"

……

The array formations that Murong Fan learned from Qi Yunxiao and Xin Ruyin were truly not wasted. To ensure absolute certainty, Murong Fan used several combinations of array formations to achieve both offense and defense!

"Invert the Five Elements Formation, activate!"

……

The array formations that Murong Fan learned from Qi Yunxiao and Xin Ruyin were truly not wasted. To ensure absolute certainty, Murong Fan used several combinations of array formations to achieve both offense and defense!

With a low shout from Murong Fan, the spirit stones on the array plate instantly burst forth with dazzling light, and countless invisible spiritual energy fluctuations spread out in all directions from Yan Family Fortress as the center.

This formation was not Murong Fan's original creation, but rather an improvement upon the formations he learned from Xin Ruyin, along with sacrifices at the altar. He was well aware of the weaknesses of demonic techniques, especially the Myriad Souls Formation. Although incredibly powerful, it was also extremely reliant on the Yin energy and the lifeblood of living beings in the environment. As long as there were living souls replenishing the battlefield, the blood demons within the formation would remain immortal. Murong Fan's hybrid formation, however, could precisely distort space, create illusions, and even draw the Yin energy within the formation in the opposite direction, transforming it into nourishment for the formation.

"Elder Zhong, don't you like using the Myriad Souls Formation? Then I'll let you 'enjoy' it properly." A cold glint flashed in Murong Fan's eyes, and he swung the formation flag down sharply.

……

Outside Yan Family Fortress, Elder Zhong's vanguard force was already approaching in a grand procession. Although they were few in number, each of them possessed a powerful aura and were all elites of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

"Report! Elder, we have discovered spies from the Seven Sects ahead and have killed them!" A Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator flew over to report.

Elder Zhong scoffed disdainfully, "Hmph, a bunch of ants. Pass down the order: the entire army must accelerate and head straight for Yan Family Fortress! I, this elder, will let those useless members of the Seven Sects know that the majesty of the Ghost Spirit Sect is not to be violated! We will crush their morale in one battle."

The Ghost Spirit Sect army continued its advance and soon entered the territory of Yan Family Fortress.

The moment Elder Zhong stepped inside, he sensed something was amiss. The surrounding air seemed to thicken, and his vision became somewhat blurred; the once clear outline of Yan Family Fortress now appeared distorted.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Elder Zhong frowned slightly and released his divine sense, only to find that the range of his divine sense's detection was greatly compressed.

"Not good! There's a formation!" he exclaimed in alarm, immediately shouting, "All troops, prepare for battle!"

However, it was too late.

With a dizzying spin, Elder Zhong and his men found themselves in a completely unfamiliar environment. All around them was endless mist, from which echoed mournful screams and eerie laughter, as if countless vengeful spirits were claiming their lives.

"Damn it! What kind of hellish formation is this?!" Elder Zhong roared, his hand seals changing, and a thick cloud of blood instantly enveloped him, attempting to dispel the surrounding mist.

However, as soon as the blood cloud appeared, it seemed to have encountered its nemesis, immediately becoming thinner, and even a chilling power invaded his body from the opposite direction of the blood cloud.

"Ah!" Elder Zhong let out a painful groan. He was horrified to discover that the Myriad Souls Array within his body had begun to operate uncontrollably, and at an increasingly faster speed, as if an invisible vortex was frantically draining his magical power!

"A chaotic formation!" Elder Zhong finally realized what was happening, his heart filled with unbelievable fear. He was no stranger to this formation, despite his extensive knowledge of such techniques!

"Who?! Who is messing with me?!" he roared hysterically, his voice echoing in the mist, but he received no response.

Inside Yan Family Fortress, Yan Yunshan and the others also noticed the anomaly. To their horror, they discovered that Elder Zhong's Myriad Souls Formation had gone out of control, and Elder Zhong and the others' magical power was rapidly dissipating.

"This...how is this possible?!" Yan Yunshan could hardly believe it, but at this moment he was very glad that he had made the right bet by choosing to cooperate with Murong Fan.

At the summit, Murong Fan silently observed everything within the formation. His face was somewhat pale from continuously outputting spiritual energy, but his eyes grew increasingly sharp.

"Elder Zhong, how does my mixed formation feel?" he said softly, as if chatting with an old friend.

Within the formation, Elder Zhong's screams grew weaker and weaker, his body beginning to wither, as if all his life force had been drained by the formation. The blood cloud he was so proud of had completely dissipated, leaving him alone, struggling helplessly in the mist.

"Who...who are you?!" He used his last bit of strength to let out a desperate roar. Murong Fan did not answer, but slowly raised his hand, and the array flag in his hand suddenly pointed in the direction where Elder Zhong was.

"Go to hell!"

As these cold words fell, Elder Zhong's body instantly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist that completely dissipated into the chaotic formation.

None of the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators he brought escaped unscathed; they all became nourishment for the formation.

Outside Yanjiabao, all was deathly silent.

……

At the Seven Factions Allied Army camp, when Murong Fan returned with Elder Zhong's storage bag and a string of blood-stained heads, the entire camp erupted in excitement. "Obtaining the storage bag of a Nascent Soul cultivator like Elder Zhong is practically like getting a major purchase," the cunning Murong Fan thought, quickly putting the storage bag away without immediately checking it.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

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Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

"This...how is this possible?! That's a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage!"

"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

"What?! Elder Zhong... has fallen?!"

"This...how is this possible?! That's a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage!"

"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

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"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

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"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

"What?! Elder Zhong... has fallen?!"

"This...how is this possible?! That's a cultivator at the early Nascent Soul stage!"

"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.

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"Murong Fan...he handled it all by himself?"

Countless gazes filled with shock, awe, elation, and envy were cast upon Murong Fan. The previously low morale, at this moment, was like a flame ignited, instantly reaching its peak.

"Nephew Murong, you...you did well!" The gaunt elder stepped forward excitedly and patted Murong Fan's shoulder forcefully. "You deserve the greatest credit for this battle!"

Murong Fan bowed slightly, his expression remaining calm: "Elders, the vanguard of the Demonic Ghost Spirit Sect has been annihilated, but I anticipate that the main force of the Demonic Path will soon react. We should seize this opportunity to launch a preemptive strike and catch them off guard!" His voice was not loud, but it was filled with undeniable power.

"Yes! Take the initiative!"

"Kill all the traitors of the demonic path!"

The cultivators from the seven sects were filled with excitement and shouted in unison.

News of the initial battle's warning quickly spread throughout the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom. In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, Murong Fan single-handedly deployed a clever formation, annihilating Elder Zhong, a Nascent Soul stage elder of the Ghost Spirit Sect, and his elite troops. This not only thwarted the offensive of the six demonic sects but also planted a seed of hope in the hearts of the seven sects' cultivators. Murong Fan became an idol in the hearts of all cultivators in Yue Kingdom!

From then on, Yan Family Fortress was no longer a fickle opportunist, but a pillar of strength in the battle between good and evil. And for the first time, Murong Fan's name resounded throughout the core vision of the six sects of Yue Kingdom.

Several days later, a streak of light descended from the sky. The newcomer, dressed in a green robe and exuding an air of otherworldly grace, was none other than Linghu Patriarch, the pillar of Huangfeng Valley. He gazed intently at Murong Fan before him, his eyes filled with scrutiny and admiration.

"Murong Fan, we meet again. I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Linghu Patriarch's voice was calm, yet it still carried an invisible pressure. "In the battle of Yan Family Fortress, you made unparalleled contributions to the seven sects and greatly demonstrated the divine might of my Huang Fenggu! I have come here today to have a good chat with you."

"Please speak, Ancestor," he said respectfully.

Linghu Patriarch smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved, sending a jade slip flying towards Murong Fan.

"This is a book of formation techniques that I acquired in my early years. It records some ancient and wondrous formation methods. You are exceptionally talented, and your mastery of formations is beyond compare. This book may be of some benefit to you."

Murong Fan accepted the jade slip, his heart filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a reward, but also a form of recognition and a way to win him over.

Last time he gave me a booklet, and this time he's passing on formation techniques to me. Ancestor Linghu is truly generous! "Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor!" He bowed deeply.

Linghu Patriarch nodded, his gaze once more fixed on the distance, as if he could see a more distant future. "The demonic invasion has plunged the Yue Kingdom into peril. Fortunately, we have young talents like you; perhaps we still have a chance."

Murong Fan raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination.

"Rest assured, Ancestor, I, Murong Fan, will do everything in my power to protect the Yue Kingdom and the Seven Sects!"

Murong Fan knew that the initial victory at Jingu Plain was just the beginning. The real challenges lay ahead. But he was fearless, for he possessed the power to rewrite destiny, and even more so, the heart to fight for the common people. He was determined to reshape the landscape of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom, ushering in unprecedented peace and prosperity.