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

The flames of the Northern Expedition continued to spread northward, and the sky over Yue seemed to be burned crimson by the war. However, for Murong Fan, this war was not only a journey to conquer the demonic path, but also a destiny-bound encounter.

During the attack on a secret branch of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Murong Fan encountered Nangong Wan, an elder of the Hidden Moon Sect. At this moment, Nangong Wan was just like in the original novel: her face was veiled, her temperament was elegant and ethereal, her beauty was breathtaking, and her coldness carried a sense of unapproachability. Her snow-white clothes stood out vividly against the crimson stains of the battlefield, making her look like a celestial maiden who had mistakenly descended to the mortal world.

However, his first meeting with Nangong Wan was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

"Governor Murong, this area is under the jurisdiction of the Hidden Moon Sect. We request that the cultivators of Yan Family Fortress step back." Nangong Wan's voice was cold, carrying an innate nobility and aloofness. She looked at the young governor in front of her, who was clad in silver armor and covered in blood, and a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, the altar suddenly appeared.

The purple-blue light screen displays:

[Dual Cultivation Partner: Elder Nangong Wan of the Hidden Moon Sect]

[Spiritual Root: Heavenly Spiritual Root]

……

"Nangong Wan! The person who will soon become my cultivation partner is both beautiful and valiant, but unfortunately she is a bit aloof and mysterious."

In the cultivation world, especially in the eyes of the prestigious sects, Murong Fan, a "hero" who rose from humble beginnings, acted strangely and ruthlessly, and was skilled in political intrigue, was still somewhat looked down upon by those so-called prestigious sects.

Murong Fan reined in the spirit beast beneath him, his gaze falling on Nangong Wan's stunningly handsome face, a surge of indescribable excitement welling up within him. However, he remained outwardly calm, merely smiling faintly: "Elder Nangong, the demonic path is cunning; there may be traps hidden within this branch. I am only concerned for your safety, Elder."

"Thank you for your concern, Governor. The Hidden Moon Sect will handle it. You don't need to worry about it. Just take care of yourself." Nangong Wan nodded slightly, her tone still indifferent and aloof. Then she turned and led her disciples inside.

Watching her retreating figure, Murong Fan sighed. He had thought this relationship was arranged by fate, that fate was the greatest arrangement! Who knew that his efforts for her would be met with such an ungrateful and arrogant attitude? He knew that winning over this "Wan'er's" heart would be far more difficult than breaching the Ghost Spirit Gate.

……

As if it were all preordained, three days later at Fallen Soul Slope, the only way to the Ghost Spirit Sect's lair, was also the perfect ambush site for the Joyful Union Sect. Nangong Wan's Moon-Covering Sect troops unfortunately encountered the Joyful Union Sect's Yunlu Patriarch's personal disciple—a late-stage Core Formation cultivator—and dozens of Joyful Union Sect elites in an attack.

When Murong Fan arrived after receiving the distress signal, this was the scene he saw:

Nangong Wan was covered in blood, and the magic weapon "Vermilion Bird Ring" in her hand was dim, clearly having exhausted its spiritual power. The corpses of her disciples lay all around her, and she herself was tightly bound by a chain made of countless white bones, her face ashen white.

"Elder Nangong, why be so stubborn?" The evil cultivator grinned lewdly, and with a flick of his hand, the white bone chains tightened suddenly. "If you agree to become the furnace for Ancestor Hehuan, I will leave you with a whole corpse."

"Dream on!" Nangong Wan bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, attempting to detonate the golden core within her body and perish together with her enemy.

"stop!"

A loud shout exploded like a thunderclap.

A black sword light tore through the sky, carrying a world-destroying aura, instantly severing the white bone chain. Murong Fan's figure descended from the sky, blocking Nangong Wan's path. The longsword in his hand was not the "Xiaoyin" magic sword, but the demonic sword "Shura" that he had forged using materials obtained from sacrifice.

"Murong Fan is here?" Nangong Wan was startled as she looked at the broad back.

"Release her! Now, immediately!"

Without further ado, Murong Fan brandished the Asura Sword, unleashing a torrent of black sword energy. The power he displayed at this moment was more terrifying than ever before. It was the "Asura's Killing Energy" he had obtained after sacrificing countless demonic cultivators, specifically designed to counter demonic and evil cultivators.

Before the evil cultivator could react, a sword aura pierced his chest, and he screamed as he fell to the ground. These cultivators were no match for Murong Fan; they were quickly dispatched. However, to save Nangong Wan, Murong Fan endured a poisoned needle strike from one of the cultivators before his death.

"You..." Nangong Wan looked at the black energy rapidly spreading on Murong Fan's arm, and a sense of panic welled up in her heart. "That's 'Bone-Corroding Poison,' quickly seal the meridians!"

Murong Fan waved his hand dismissively, then turned to look at Nangong Wan, his eyes filled with concern and worry: "Elder Nangong, are you alright?"

At that moment, Nangong Wan was stunned. Following the updates on Cola Novels had never been so enjoyable.

She had seen countless cultivators, some hypocritical, some greedy, some self-righteous, and some selfish. But this man before her, who could have easily stayed out of it, risked his life to save her, the one who had spoken coldly to him.

"I'm fine..." she said softly, her tone less cold and more complicated.

……

However, the real test is yet to come.

The bone-corroding poison was extremely potent. Although Murong Fan possessed profound cultivation, the poison still managed to invade his heart meridian. In order to expel the poison, he had no choice but to find a secluded mountain cave to cultivate in seclusion.

Nangong Wan originally wanted to leave, but seeing Murong Fan's pained appearance, she couldn't bear it and stayed.

Inside the cave, Murong Fan sat cross-legged, his body flushed red, sweat pouring down his face. The poisonous gas was raging through his body, causing him excruciating pain.

"Damn poison needles!" Murong Fan gritted his teeth, trying to suppress them with his spiritual power, but to no avail.

"Don't move." A small, cool hand gently touched his back.

A pure and gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body through his palm; it was the unique mental cultivation technique of the Hidden Moon Sect, the "Plain Maiden Reincarnation Technique".

Murong Fan was startled and turned around to see Nangong Wan sitting behind him, her face pale, her hands pressed against his back.

"you……"

"Don't speak, focus your energy!" Nangong Wan shouted in a low voice, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Soon, the two faced each other with their palms facing each other, and their spiritual energy merged.

At this critical moment of life and death, both of their feelings underwent subtle changes. Murong Fan sensed the softness and kindness in Nangong Wan's heart, while Nangong Wan also sensed the passion and deep affection hidden beneath Murong Fan's seemingly cold exterior.

As time went by, the spiritual power of the two people developed a strange resonance.

The "Plain Maiden Reincarnation Technique," Murong Fan's "Azure Origin Sword Manual," and the "Azure Wood Manual" obtained through sacrifice unexpectedly formed a perfect cycle.

Inside the cave, the sun shone brightly, and auspicious clouds filled the air.

For Murong Fan, this was not just about healing, but also an unexpected emotional ordeal.

After an unknown amount of time, the poison was finally expelled from his body. Murong Fan slowly opened his eyes, meeting Nangong Wan's hazy gaze.

Their faces were very close, their breaths mingling.

"Why..." Nangong Wan asked softly, tears welling in her eyes, "Why did you take such a great risk to save me? I clearly did it before..."

"Because you are Nangong Wan." Murong Fan looked at her intently, his eyes filled with seriousness. "Because I don't want to see you get hurt in any way, not even the slightest bit!"

Nangong Wan's defenses were broken by Murong Fan's sincere and courageous flirting skills. She naturally knew that according to common sense, the "Bone-Corroding Poison" could not be completed simply by circulating her energy. But when the two of them faced each other and their spiritual energy merged, their hearts seemed to be inexplicably linked together.

The man before her, who was willing to fight against the entire Hehuan Sect for her sake, gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

"Murong Fan..." she murmured. Her shared experience of life and death gave her a deeper understanding and appreciation of Murong Fan.

The candlelight inside the cave flickered all night.

When the two emerged from the cave again, though their clothes were still neat, a subtle change had occurred in their demeanor. That unspoken understanding between them would make them invincible on the battlefield to come.

Throughout the subsequent Northern Expedition, Nangong Wan remained by Murong Fan's side.

On the way to attack the Hehuan Sect, Murong Fan encountered a desperate counterattack from a group of Golden Core Demonic Sect elders. At the critical moment, Nangong Wan unhesitatingly used her natal magic weapon to block the fatal blow for him.

"Wan'er!" Murong Fan's eyes were bloodshot. He swung his sword and cut the elders of the Hehuan Sect in two one by one. Then he hugged the injured Nangong Wan tightly, his eyes full of heartache.

"I'm fine..." Nangong Wan leaned against him, smiling weakly. "This time, it's my turn to save you."

Looking at his confidante in his arms, who had risked her life for him, Murong Fan secretly vowed, "In this life, I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance again, nor will I let you be frozen for a hundred years like in the original story, waiting in solitude. I will create a true golden age of cultivation for you, making you the happiest woman in the world."

The flames of the Northern Expedition will eventually be extinguished, but the legend of Murong Fan and Nangong Wan has only just begun.

Behind them, the enormous shadow of the "Ancient Demon Blood Flame" was quietly approaching, posing an unprecedented challenge to the newly engaged couple.

"I'm fine..." she said softly, her tone less cold and more complicated.

……

However, the real test is yet to come.

The bone-corroding poison was extremely potent. Although Murong Fan possessed profound cultivation, the poison still managed to invade his heart meridian. In order to expel the poison, he had no choice but to find a secluded mountain cave to cultivate in seclusion.

Nangong Wan originally wanted to leave, but seeing Murong Fan's pained appearance, she couldn't bear it and stayed.

Inside the cave, Murong Fan sat cross-legged, his body flushed red, sweat pouring down his face. The poisonous gas was raging through his body, causing him excruciating pain.

"Damn poison needles!" Murong Fan gritted his teeth, trying to suppress them with his spiritual power, but to no avail.

"Don't move." A small, cool hand gently touched his back.

A pure and gentle spiritual energy flowed into his body through his palm; it was the unique mental cultivation technique of the Hidden Moon Sect, the "Plain Maiden Reincarnation Technique".

Murong Fan was startled and turned around to see Nangong Wan sitting behind him, her face pale, her hands pressed against his back.

"you……"

"Don't speak, focus your energy!" Nangong Wan shouted in a low voice, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Soon, the two faced each other with their palms facing each other, and their spiritual energy merged.

At this critical moment of life and death, both of their feelings underwent subtle changes. Murong Fan sensed the softness and kindness in Nangong Wan's heart, while Nangong Wan also sensed the passion and deep affection hidden beneath Murong Fan's seemingly cold exterior.

As time went by, the spiritual power of the two people developed a strange resonance.

The "Plain Maiden Reincarnation Technique," Murong Fan's "Azure Origin Sword Manual," and the "Azure Wood Manual" obtained through sacrifice unexpectedly formed a perfect cycle.

Inside the cave, the sun shone brightly, and auspicious clouds filled the air.

For Murong Fan, this was not just about healing, but also an unexpected emotional ordeal.

After an unknown amount of time, the poison was finally expelled from his body. Murong Fan slowly opened his eyes, meeting Nangong Wan's hazy gaze.

Their faces were very close, their breaths mingling.

"Why..." Nangong Wan asked softly, tears welling in her eyes, "Why did you take such a great risk to save me? I clearly did it before..."

"Because you are Nangong Wan." Murong Fan looked at her intently, his eyes filled with seriousness. "Because I don't want to see you get hurt in any way, not even the slightest bit!"

Nangong Wan's defenses were broken by Murong Fan's sincere and courageous flirting skills. She naturally knew that according to common sense, the "Bone-Corroding Poison" could not be completed simply by circulating her energy. But when the two of them faced each other and their spiritual energy merged, their hearts seemed to be inexplicably linked together.

The man before her, who was willing to fight against the entire Hehuan Sect for her sake, gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

"Murong Fan..." she murmured. Her shared experience of life and death gave her a deeper understanding and appreciation of Murong Fan.

The candlelight inside the cave flickered all night.

When the two emerged from the cave again, though their clothes were still neat, a subtle change had occurred in their demeanor. That unspoken understanding between them would make them invincible on the battlefield to come.

Throughout the subsequent Northern Expedition, Nangong Wan remained by Murong Fan's side.

On the way to attack the Hehuan Sect, Murong Fan encountered a desperate counterattack from a group of Golden Core Demonic Sect elders. At the critical moment, Nangong Wan unhesitatingly used her natal magic weapon to block the fatal blow for him.

"Wan'er!" Murong Fan's eyes were bloodshot. He swung his sword and cut the elders of the Hehuan Sect in two one by one. Then he hugged the injured Nangong Wan tightly, his eyes full of heartache.

"I'm fine..." Nangong Wan leaned against him, smiling weakly. "This time, it's my turn to save you."

Looking at his confidante in his arms, who had risked her life for him, Murong Fan secretly vowed, "In this life, I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance again, nor will I let you be frozen for a hundred years like in the original story, waiting in solitude. I will create a true golden age of cultivation for you, making you the happiest woman in the world."

The flames of the Northern Expedition will eventually be extinguished, but the legend of Murong Fan and Nangong Wan has only just begun.

Behind them, the enormous shadow of the "Ancient Demon Blood Flame" was quietly approaching, posing an unprecedented challenge to the newly engaged couple.