Treasure Gathering Immortal Furnace

Seeing the tall cultivator's ashen face, Lu Fan quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior brother, that's not what I meant."

"So what do you mean?" The tall cultivator's face was gloomy, as if he had to find a reason to teach Lu Fan a lesson.

At this moment, Lu Fan understood that Yan Ruyu wouldn't let the matter rest until she taught him a lesson.

Lu Fan decided to stop pretending, straightened up, and said, "Senior brother, if you want to beat me up, just do it directly. Don't beat around the bush."

Upon hearing this, the tall cultivator grinned and said, "You're smart to know what's good for you. Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

Yan Ruyu, on the other hand, was quite happy to see Lu Fan get beaten up, and her livid face became playful.

The tall cultivator simply wanted to show off in front of Yan Ruyu, so he didn't waste any words and took a step straight ahead, rushing towards Lu Fan.

Then the tall cultivator raised his fist and aimed it straight at Lu Fan's face.

Lu Fan saw the tall cultivator's fist reflected in his pupils, and with a slight tilt of his head, the fist grazed his left cheek as he threw a punch.

Lu Fan also pretended to have narrowly dodged the attack, staggering back a few steps.

But this scene made the tall cultivator's face turn ashen. He, a dignified cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, was actually outmaneuvered by a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

"Senior brother! Stop hitting me, I'm no match for you!" Lu Fan hurriedly begged for mercy.

But the tall cultivator was still furious, so he lunged forward again and kicked out with a sudden kick.

Lu Fan neither dodged nor evaded, watching the kick to his abdomen, but he reached out to cover the tall cultivator's foot.

This made it impossible for the tall cultivator to retract his kick, while Lu Fan took the opportunity to fly backward.

Pulled by Lu Fan, the tall cultivator did a split on the spot. With a 'sizzle' sound, the tall cultivator's face turned deathly pale in an instant, while Lu Fan had already flown several meters away.

"what!"

The tall monk immediately collapsed to the ground, his face covered in cold sweat as he clutched his groin. The excruciating pain from having his testicles ripped open was something most people couldn't withstand.

Yan Ruyu, who was standing to the side, turned ashen-faced upon seeing this scene.

"You bastard! You, you!" The tall cultivator clutched his crotch, pointing at Lu Fan with a face full of resentment.

At this moment, Lu Fan pretended to be seriously injured before getting up and saying, "Senior brother, stop hitting me! That kick almost killed me!"

The tall cultivator was clearly enraged. The sharp pain in his groin made him lose his temper instantly. He raised his hand and mobilized his spiritual energy, and a fireball quickly appeared in his palm.

Seeing this, Lu Fan frowned slightly. Clearly, the other party was getting serious and had even used magic.

As the tall cultivator condensed his magic, he threw a fireball directly at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan quickly dodged to the side, the fireball grazing his clothes as he extinguished the flames on his body.

"You bastard, you dare to dodge!" The tall cultivator was clearly enraged, after all, he was an inner disciple, and he was being mocked like this by an outer disciple.

If he doesn't get his revenge, his path of cultivation will be over.

This prompted the tall cultivator to form several hand seals and then throw out five fireballs.

While Lu Fan appeared to be frantically scrambling to avoid the fireballs, his divine sense, refined to the twentieth level, had already locked onto the trajectory of each one.

Moreover, the direction Lu Fan frantically dodged was precisely where Yan Ruyu was.

The five fireballs that were chasing after him were about to hit Lu Fan, but in that instant, Lu Fan suddenly dodged to the side.

The fireballs flying towards Yan Ruyu were almost all aimed at her, and she was completely unprepared at that moment.

Originally, Yan Ruyu never expected that Lu Fan could dodge it, after all, a spell cast by an eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator was no match for a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator who didn't know any spells.

It seemed like they couldn't possibly lose, but an unexpected thing happened.

Bang bang bang!

This caused Yan Ruyu to hastily raise her hand and deflect four fireballs, but the last fireball still hit Yan Ruyu squarely in the face.

bump!

An explosion rang out, and Yan Ruyu's elegant face was blackened by the blast, with several strands of her hair burned off.

"My hair! You bastard, how did you lose it?!" Yan Ruyu instantly flew into a rage.

The tall cultivator, realizing he had accidentally injured Yan Ruyu, turned deathly pale: "Uncle-Master Yan, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

At this moment, Lu Fan smiled subtly, but remained lying on the ground, pretending to be exhausted and seriously injured.

This scene startled the inner disciples watching from all sides, leaving them drenched in sweat.

He managed to deal with an outer disciple at the sixth level of Qi Refining, who was also a cripple, but a disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining managed to tear him apart, and Yan Ruyu even got hit by a fireball for nothing.

On the other hand, Lu Fan looked like he was about to die, a comical yet bizarre scene that left everyone speechless.

"You bastard, it's all your fault! I'll beat you to death today!" The tall cultivator directed all his malice at Lu Fan and prepared to attack again.

But this also stirred up Lu Fan's murderous intent.

"What are you doing! Private fights are forbidden in the inner sect."

But just then, an old voice suddenly rang out.

Yan Ruyu immediately turned around and saw an old man in a brown robe with a serious face walking towards her.

Upon seeing the old man, Yan Ruyu instantly fell silent, and the other disciples were so frightened that they retreated and bowed repeatedly.

"Senior Brother Mo," Yan Ruyu immediately bowed and clasped her hands.

"Don't you know that fighting is forbidden in the inner sect?" The old man surnamed Mo said in a deep voice, his eyes sweeping over everyone present.

"Senior brother, it was just that the disciples wanted to have a friendly spar, not a private fight," Yan Ruyu said, knowing that the matter was caused by her, and immediately apologized.

This old man surnamed Mo has a bad reputation in the inner sect. Not only does he behave strangely, but he also always keeps to himself and lives in a cave on the back mountain of the inner sect year-round.

That place was dark and damp, and at night it was filled with ghostly wails and howls. Moreover, no disciple was ever allowed to set foot on the back mountain.

All these strange things made all the inner disciples avoid him, and Yan Ruyu didn't want to provoke this eccentric old man.

"Hmph," the old man surnamed Mo snorted, ignoring Yan Ruyu, and walked straight to the recruitment wall on the side.

He looked visibly annoyed when he saw that no one was taking the tasks he had posted.

"My task isn't difficult at all, so why aren't you taking it? Is it because I haven't contributed enough?" The old man surnamed Mo glanced at the disciples around him and said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding disciples unconsciously took a few steps back, fearing that they would be targeted by the old man surnamed Mo.

Just as the atmosphere was getting a bit chilly, Yan Ruyu finally spoke up: "Senior Brother Mo, what kind of mission is it? Is it too difficult? No disciple is willing to take it on."

"It's not a difficult task. All I need to do is help me out. I'll give you a thousand contribution points a month," the old man surnamed Mo said.

All you have to do is assist, and you get a thousand contribution points. Logically, this task should be highly sought after, but it's strange that no one is taking it.