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

Murong Fan led Li Feiyu down the mountain. Just as they left the territory of the Seven Mysteries Sect, they saw the Wild Wolf Gang robbing a caravan.

The caravan was quite large, with dozens of carriages parked in the middle of the mountain road. The guards beside the carriages were fiercely fighting a group of Wild Wolf Gang members wearing wolf-skin vests. Although the guards were quite brave, they were already at a disadvantage against the Wild Wolf Gang members who outnumbered them and were fearless. Screams of pain rose and fell, and it seemed that the entire caravan was about to be wiped out.

"Senior Brother Murong, they're from the Wild Wolf Gang!" A fierce glint flashed in Li Feiyu's eyes. The Seven Mysteries Sect and the Wild Wolf Gang were already sworn enemies, and seeing them committing violence on the edge of their own territory only fueled his rage.

Murong Fan did not act immediately. He squinted, carefully observing the battle situation, remaining calm and composed. He noticed that the carriages were covered with thick tarpaulins, and the outlines of the goods piled up inside could be vaguely seen, clearly of considerable value.

More importantly, he could sense that, besides the ordinary guards, there seemed to be one or two skilled individuals with considerable internal strength in the caravan, but they were currently entangled by several minor leaders of the Wild Wolf Gang and unable to break free.

"Let's see how things go first," Murong Fan said in a low voice. "This caravan is not simple; we can just sit back and reap the benefits."

Li Feiyu was taken aback, but then understood what Murong Fan meant. He nodded and suppressed the urge to make a move.

In an instant, a caravan guard was slashed down by a member of the Wild Wolf Gang, his blood staining the mountain path. Just then, the middle-aged man in brocade robes leading the caravan roared, his inner strength surging, repelling the two underlings who were attacking him. He then pulled a signal flare from his pocket and fired it into the air.

"Whoosh—Bang!" The signal flare exploded into a dazzling firework high in the sky.

"Damn it! This old bastard's trying to call for reinforcements!" A Wild Wolf Gang leader's face changed upon seeing this, and he shouted sharply, "Brothers, let's finish this quickly, grab the loot, and get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the gang members launched an even more frenzied attack.

Murong Fan's lips curled into a cold smile: "The time is almost right. Junior Brother Li, let's split up. You go and deal with those small fry, and I'll go meet those minor leaders and, while I'm at it... 'take over' this shipment."

"Alright!" Li Feiyu perked up and gripped the steel knife in his hand tightly.

"Let's do it!"

With a low shout from Murong Fan, the two charged out like arrows released from a bow. Murong Fan had a clear objective: to pounce on the Wild Wolf Gang's underlings who were besieging the middle-aged man in brocade robes.

He was now a top-tier martial artist, far surpassing the strength of these ordinary underlings. With a swift movement, he closed in on one of them from behind, a flash of cold light from his short blade, and before the underling could even react, he was already clutching his throat and collapsing to the ground.

"Who goes there?!" The remaining gang leaders were both shocked and furious. They stopped their attack and looked warily at the suddenly appearing Murong Fan.

The middle-aged man in brocade robes was also taken aback, not expecting that someone would suddenly come to his aid.

Murong Fan, too lazy to waste words, moved again, weaving among the underlings like a ghost. With a flash of his sword, the air was filled with the clash of blades and screams of agony. Those underlings who usually swaggered around the Black Wind Mountains couldn't even last three moves against Murong Fan; they fell in droves in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Li Feiyu was like a tiger among sheep. He was already quite strong, and with the guidance he received from Murong Fan, he was even more adept at dealing with these ordinary gang members. With his steel blade, he quickly carved a bloody path through the enemy lines.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining members of the Wild Wolf Gang dared not continue the fight and scattered and fled.

With the crisis averted, the middle-aged man in brocade robes quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Murong Fan and Li Feiyu, and said, "I am Li Gui, the manager of 'Weiyuan Trading Company.' Thank you both for your help; I will never forget your kindness!"

Murong Fan waved his hand, his gaze falling on the carriages, and said indifferently, "It was nothing. Manager Qian, why are these Wild Wolves targeting your caravan?"

Li Gui smiled bitterly, "Alas, it's all because of this shipment. We brought in a batch of rare medicinal herbs and some silk and porcelain from the south, but the news leaked and the Wild Wolf Gang got their eyes on us. If it weren't for the timely arrival of you two young heroes, my Jinji Trading Company would probably have lost everything."

"Rare medicinal herbs?" Murong Fan's heart skipped a beat; these were top-quality sacrificial offerings! He looked at Li Gui and said calmly, "Manager Qian, the world is not at peace these days. Carrying so many valuable goods, you might encounter danger. How about this, my brother and I will 'keep' these goods for you? What do you think?"

Li Gui's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected that his savior would turn out to be a double agent! The surviving guards behind him also gripped their weapons tightly, watching Murong Fan warily.

Li Feiyu was also somewhat surprised, but he had great faith in Murong Fan and did not say much, simply standing silently beside him.

Seeing this, Murong Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light: "Manager Li, you're a smart man. Do you think you can protect this shipment with your current manpower? Do you want us to 'save' you again, or are you smart enough to leave the goods behind?"

The aura of a top-tier martial artist emanating from him was undisguised, pressing down on Li Gui and the others like a mountain. Li Gui and his guards immediately turned pale. They could sense that the young man before them possessed unfathomable strength, far beyond their ability to contend with.

Cold sweat poured down Li Gui's forehead as he struggled internally. Finally, he sighed, knowing he couldn't fight city hall, and said with a bitter face, "Young hero... you jest. Since you've taken a liking to these goods, that's their good fortune. But... please spare us some money for our survival..."

"Sure." Murong Fan agreed without hesitation. "You can leave, and you can leave a few horses behind. You don't need to take the rest."

Li Gui dared not say anything more, and hurriedly led his guards, along with a few horses that were not carrying any cargo, away in a disheveled state.

Watching their departing figures, Li Feiyu couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother Murong, are we just going to rob their goods like that? This…"

Murong Fan turned around, patted his shoulder, and laughed, "Junior brother, the world is dangerous. It's better for these goods to be in our hands than for them to be stolen by the Wild Wolf Gang or for them to die. Besides, these things are useful to us."

He walked to a carriage, lifted a corner of the tarpaulin, and sure enough, there were many sealed medicine chests and brocade boxes inside. Murong Fan opened one of the medicine chests, and a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out; inside was an old ginseng that was quite old.

"Good stuff!" A hint of excitement flashed in Murong Fan's eyes. "These medicinal herbs are perfect for a sacrifice!"

"Junior Brother Li, let's drive these carriages to the secluded valley ahead, and then... divide the spoils!" Murong Fan laughed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Although Li Feiyu didn't fully understand what Murong Fan wanted these goods for, seeing her senior brother so happy, she smiled as well. The two of them worked together to drive all the carriages to a secluded forest not far away.

Next came the moment to inventory the "stolen goods." Opening each box, the contents dazzled Murong Fan: rare medicinal herbs, exquisite silks, expensive porcelain, and some gold and silver jewelry. "These are all high-quality offerings," Murong Fan thought, overjoyed.

Murong Fan said, "Keep these for now, and find an opportunity to sell them to buy some cultivation pills and weapons. Your strength is improving rapidly now, and you need better resources to support you."

Li Feiyu felt a warmth in his heart. His senior brother not only guided him through training but also thought of him in every way. He quickly said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Murong!"

"We're all fellow disciples, no need for formalities." Murong Fan patted his shoulder. "Alright, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's deal with these things quickly and then return to the mountain gate."

This "spoiling and offering" further enhanced Murong Fan's strength. More importantly, he discovered a way to quickly acquire sacrificial points. He knew that with enough offerings, his future would be limitless.

After witnessing Murong Fan's amazing antics, Li Feiyu was instantly impressed and exclaimed, "Damn, this is incredible! You can do this kind of thing!" "Next time there's something like this, you have to take me with you!" Li Feiyu pleaded with an adoring expression.

"Definitely!" Murong Fan bowed respectfully, a satisfied expression on his face, and turned to leave gracefully.

Murong Fan sacrificed all of his looted "harvest" in exchange for "Qi Gathering Powder" to accelerate his cultivation.

This move directly exacerbated the full-scale conflict between the Seven Mysteries Sect and the Wild Wolf Gang, and from then on, the Black Wind Mountain area was filled with the clash of swords and the shadows of violence.