Wild Dogs

Seeing this, Yang Fan hesitated.

He had never been to the banner-making hall and did not know the production process of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

But he knew that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was made of human skin, and that place must be incredibly bloody, which made him feel a bit resistant to it from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing that Yang Fan seemed unwilling, Xue Wang was somewhat dissatisfied and put his hands behind his back.

"What's wrong, kid? You have a problem with that?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan hurriedly bowed his head in greeting.

"This disciple dares not presume; I will send the items over immediately."

Yang Fan bowed and took a few steps back before turning around and hurriedly leaving.

Seeing Yang Fan leave in a hurry, Xue Wang finally withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

"Hmph, a mere Qi Refining Stage 1 brat dares to be picky. Just do what I tell you to do."

After Xue Wang finished speaking, he glanced around and then urged the others to continue skinning.

On the other side, Yang Fan left the skinning cave with the human skin in his hand. After walking a few steps, Yang Fan bypassed the others and came to the other side of the mountain.

Then he carefully opened the storage bag and looked inside.

Upon seeing the densely packed human skin inside, Yang Fan felt a sudden pang of panic, and he immediately tightened the storage bag again.

Then he called Zhou Peng out.

"Tell me how the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is made."

Zhou Peng found it strange when Yang Fan asked how to make the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

"Why are you asking this? This isn't anything good."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan shook his head.

"I'm going to send those human skins to the Banner Making Hall now. Tell me what dangers might be involved."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Peng scratched his head.

"Oh, going to the Banner Hall? Then you don't need to worry about anything."

"Although most of these bloodline sects are quite cruel, the Banner Hall isn't particularly interested in a living person like you."

"A living person like you only has one soul, which is not very useful. What they need are more mortal souls and human skin."

"After you hand over the human skin to them, just leave as soon as possible; out of sight, out of mind."

"Anyway, you're too soft-hearted to stand these kinds of things."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan gave a helpless, bitter smile.

The skin has already been peeled off, so there's no point in him being sentimental here.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan could only sigh and head towards the Banner Hall.

Although after joining the Blood Fiend Sect, he spent most of his days traveling back and forth between Corpse Puppet Peak and Skinning Cave.

However, he still knew the location of the Banner Hall.

After walking around for more than two hours, Yang Fan stopped in front of a low mountain peak.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, he could smell a foul, fishy odor wafting down from the mountain, which made him frown.

When Yang Fan reached the small blue stone path at the foot of the mountain, two disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect immediately stopped him.

"Which peak are you from? What are you doing here?"

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Greetings, senior brothers. I am from the Skin-Peeling Cave. This time, I am here on Elder Xuewang's orders to deliver human skin."

"Oh? You're from the Skinning Cave. Let us see."

Upon seeing this, the two men's eyes lit up, and they immediately came over.

Yang Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand over the storage bag in his hand.

After taking the storage bag, the two opened it and glanced at it. Then they looked at each other, nodded slightly, and took away dozens of human skins.

"Alright, let's go up."

"Remember, don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"Yes, I understand."

Yang Fan hurriedly nodded and bowed in agreement. Although neither of them was as powerful as him, he still treated them with utmost respect on the surface.

However, this also shows that the disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect are indeed greedy and insatiable. Moreover, since these two took dozens of human skins from him, they will most likely secretly go to the nearby area to trade them.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan had a sudden thought. Looking around, there should be a market nearby.

If he knew where the market was, he might be able to use the opportunity of going down the mountain to leave.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan took out dozens more human skins from inside.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Fan smiled.

"These human skins are a tribute to my two senior brothers."

"May I ask if either of you senior brothers knows where there is a market or market nearby?"

"Oh? You're new here?"

Yang Fan nodded.

"Yes, disciple has only been in the Skinning Cave for a few months."

Yang Fan didn't mention that he was a Blood Servant, since being a Blood Servant meant having no powerful background or influence.

If you say you're from the Skinning Cave now, they'll think you have some connection to Blood Forgotten and won't easily kill you.

Seeing this, the two exchanged a glance and lazily tossed Yang Fan a map.

"Take a look, this shows the locations of nearby markets and black markets."

"Do you have anything to trade inside?"

Then the two lowered their voices.

"But if you ever have any more human skin you want to sell in the future, you don't need to go to the black market in the lower city; just come to us brothers."

"We're nearby, you can come and trade with us anytime, it's much more convenient than going to the market."

"Yes, that's great. Junior brother, you should definitely come and visit your two senior brothers if you have any extras in the future."

Although Yang Fan felt disgusted, he put on a happy face.

Seeing that Yang Fan was so sensible, the two patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, go ahead."

After saying that, Yang Fan immediately bowed and left.

After Yang Fan left, the two exchanged a glance, chuckled, counted the human skin, and divided it equally between themselves.

On the other side, Yang Fan carried the storage bag and headed up the mountain. As he climbed, he pondered in his mind what excuse he should come up to to get down the mountain.

Although I need to go to the market to buy things, it would be best if I could escape while I was there.

However, Yang Fan still sighed when he thought of that puppet.

Although the puppet wouldn't follow him when he went to the Skinning Cave, it would stick to him like glue once he returned to Corpse Puppet Peak.

If he can successfully descend the mountain, the puppet will definitely follow him to the market.

This will cause a lot of trouble.

Yang Fan pondered for a long time, then felt a headache coming on.

It seems we need to find a way to get rid of that puppet.

But it was still too difficult for him to get rid of the puppet.

After a long pause, Yang Fan could only shake his head.

Then he looked up at the summit. Although he wanted to discuss the next move with Zhou Peng, he knew he had to be careful since he was already on the flag-making hall, lest he be discovered by others.

And so, Yang Fan carefully followed the path up to the top of the mountain.

After a while, Yang Fan had reached the top of the mountain.

Upon arriving here, the fishy, ​​foul smell grew stronger and stronger.

Several grand halls stood atop the mountain, and Yang Fan could see people going in and out of the halls.

Seeing this, Yang Fan immediately walked up to the front of the main hall.

One of the disciples frowned when he saw Yang Fan, a stranger, walking over.

"Halt! Who are you, disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan immediately bowed in respect.

"Brother Qi, I come from the Skinning Cave to deliver human skin."

"Oh, the skinning den, then come over here quickly."

"Master and the others are still short of human skin to refine the Myriad Soul Banner, so your arrival is just in time."

As he spoke, the man immediately led Yang Fan over.

Yang Fan hurriedly followed behind the man and walked forward.

After passing through several large halls, the man led Yang Fan to the tallest hall on the mountaintop in one go.

Upon seeing the closed door, he immediately bowed respectfully inside.

"Reporting to Master, the people from the Skinning Cave have brought human skin."

"Oh, then bring him in."

A lazy voice came from inside.

The disciple waved to Yang Fan.

"Go in. Your master is refining the Myriad Souls Banner inside. After you send the human skin in, just follow his instructions."

Yang Fan dared not delay and hurriedly pushed open the door to enter.

Upon entering the main hall, Yang Fan discovered that it was much taller and larger than he had imagined.

Looking around, the entire hall is several tens of feet long.

Inside the main hall, a dozen or so disciples were busy at work.

In the center of everyone's group, a huge banner of ten thousand souls was spread out.

At this moment, these disciples are busy sewing human skin together.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but be surprised.

"Why is this human skin all hand-sewn?"

He always felt something was off.

However, Yang Fan didn't dare to say anything more.

He immediately took the storage bag and headed straight for the main seat in the main hall.

At this moment, on the main seat of the hall, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in front of him.

He waved to Yang Fan as he walked in.

Give me the things.

"Yes."

Yang Fan hurriedly handed over the storage bag with both hands.

After taking the storage bag, the old man glanced at the human skin inside and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, your Skinning Cave team did a good job this time."

"I'm short of some human skin for this Ten Thousand Souls Banner. With these human skins, I can forge two more Ten Thousand Souls Banners."

Then he waved his hand, and the human skin inside immediately flew out, piling up like a small mountain next to him.

"What are you waiting for? Sew the rest of these human skins in. Make sure you sew ten thousand of them. Today I will forge this Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

"Yes."

No one dared to be negligent.

The disciples hurriedly took out human skin and began sewing it together.

Perhaps because of their skill in sewing human skin, they moved extremely fast and soon sewed together all ten thousand pieces of human skin.

At this moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner looked enormous, and because of the layers stacked on top of each other, the entire banner appeared very thick.

Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was completely sewn, the disciples hurriedly retreated to the side.

Seeing this, Yang Fan also hurriedly stepped aside, wanting to see how the Myriad Soul Banner was made.

A moment later, the old man waved his hand, and the entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner immediately flew into the air.

It took ten thousand human skins to sew this one Ten Thousand Souls Banner, so the entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner was layered and looked like a huge pile, which surprised Yang Fan.

The Thousand Soul Banner in his hand was said to be made of a thousand human skins, but it looked much smaller than this one.

Could there be some changes next?

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan witnessed a scene that astonished him.

The old man raised his head and then spat out a ball of green flame from his mouth. The flame flickered and then flew onto the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Immediately following the scorching heat of the flames, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner began to shrink rapidly.

Seeing this, Yang Fan suddenly realized why the Myriad Soul Banners all looked so small; they had all been shrunk by this process.

A moment later, the entire Ten Thousand Souls Banner had shrunk to only two or three zhang in length.

At this moment, the green flames were swirling around the banner, and as the banner contracted, an extremely strong killing intent emanated from its surface.

Ten thousand human skins represent ten thousand wronged deaths, and their resentment and malevolent aura are naturally terrifying.

Then, Yang Fan stared intently at the Myriad Soul Banner. Since it was the Myriad Soul Banner, it must absorb the souls of many people.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a chill of fear. Could this old guy be trying to refine his soul into it as well?

However, a moment later, Yang Fan's eyes widened.

There was nothing more to it than this man pulling out a bead from his pocket. The bead was as black as ink, but the moment it was pulled out, Yang Fan felt as if the air around him had turned cold, so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately afterwards, the old man flicked the bead forward, and the bead flew into the air.

A moment later, the black mist inside the bead floated out, followed by a series of mournful wails coming from within the bead.

Then, these countless black wisps transformed into countless souls and flew into the Myriad Souls Banner in front of them.

Seeing this, Yang Fan quickly lowered his head and carefully curled up his body.

At this moment, as more and more souls were absorbed into the Myriad Souls Banner, he felt the surrounding air getting colder and colder.

He looked down at his clothes and noticed that a thin layer of frost had formed on them.

The other disciples were no less nervous, their teeth chattering.

Clearly, the power of this Ten Thousand Souls Banner is extremely formidable.

"Not bad, not bad."

The man said "not bad" twice.

After a while, as the last wisp of divine soul in the bead was absorbed into the Myriad Soul Banner, the previously black bead became transparent and flawless.

After he had refined all his divine souls into the Myriad Souls Banner, the old man swung it forward with force, and a blood-red whirlwind flew out from the Myriad Souls Banner.

Immediately afterwards, the crimson whirlwind swept directly towards a disciple, and in the blink of an eye, the disciple was enveloped by the crimson whirlwind.

The person vanished without a trace before even letting out a scream.

Seeing that such a casual strike had wiped out his opponent, the old man immediately shouted.

"Very good, it's done."

Upon seeing this, the other disciples of the Banner Making Hall all knelt down on the ground.

"Congratulations, Master, on successfully refining the Myriad Souls Banner."

As for the disciple who had just died, no one cared.

"Very well, continue sewing human skin for me."

Then the old man picked up the bead in his hand, glanced at the others, and looked at Yang Fan.

"There's no time like the present. Go take the beads to the pharmacy."

Upon receiving the bead, Yang Fan couldn't help but frown slightly.

To be honest, he was very reluctant to go to that so-called pharmacy, as it was probably not a respectable place.

But thinking about how ruthless the man had been, he could only nod reluctantly, put the bead in his pocket, and walk out.

After leaving the main hall, the disciple outside looked at Yang Fan.

"How is it? Is Master satisfied?"

Yang Fan nodded, then looked around.

"Senior brother, he asked me to go to the medicine-making hall and fill this bead with divine soul energy. What should I do?"

As Yang Fan spoke, he held up the bead.

Seeing this, the man looked at Yang Fan with sympathy.

"To fill it with divine soul, that's very simple."

"Go to the pharmacy and give this bead to the people there. They'll know what to do. Don't worry, the pharmacy won't make things difficult for you."