Wild Dogs

He talked to Zhou Peng as they walked.

"Once we get the fire, let's hurry down the mountain."

"Let's burn this body too, otherwise it'll cause trouble."

"Of course, you have to cover up the evidence when you destroy a body, otherwise there will always be clues."

"Especially since his human skin has disappeared, his face is gone, others will inevitably guess something."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan nodded repeatedly.

And so, Yang Fan headed towards Corpse Puppet Peak.

When Yang Fan reached the foot of Corpse Puppet Peak and was about to climb the mountain, several patrolling guards suddenly walked over from the side.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan immediately tensed up. He didn't recognize these people, and it would be troublesome if he couldn't remember their names.

However, upon seeing this person approach, the patrolling disciples hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to Yang Fan.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Tong. Is there anything we can help you with?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan was taken aback; it turned out that this person's surname was Tong.

He shook his head slightly and waved his hand.

"It's nothing, I'm just going up the mountain to take care of some things."

With that, Yang Fan slowly walked up the mountain.

Seeing that Senior Brother Tong was too lazy to pay attention to them, the two disciples dared not raise their voices and could only lower their heads and bow respectfully.

After Yang Fan left, the two of them spat angrily.

"What's so great about it? So what if she hooked up with a Foundation Establishment stage female cultivator? What's there to be proud of?"

Yang Fan was naturally unaware of the veiled insults directed at him.

He climbed the mountain to the main hall at the summit, where several people nodded and bowed to him.

Looking at the people nodding and bowing, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It's strange. This person's cultivation level is clearly not high, so why do other people treat him with such respect?

This person seems to be of high status.

And so, Yang Fan entered the main hall at the summit.

It was already late at night, and the disciples who had been crafting the corpse puppets had long since left.

There were only a few disciples patrolling near the main hall.

Upon seeing Yang Fan enter, the disciples hurriedly stepped forward.

"Senior Brother Dong, what brings you here?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan pointed to the main hall.

"It's like this, Elder Xueming needs some materials, so he asked me to come up and get them."

"I'll leave as soon as I get the materials. You guys keep an eye on this place."

As he spoke, he was about to go inside.

Seeing this, the group quickly stopped him.

"Senior Brother Dong, according to the rules, the main hall here must be sealed off at night."

"If you go in, we'll have a hard time explaining it to you."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan raised an eyebrow.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why can't I go into this main hall?"

"Let me tell you, I am acting on the orders of Elder Xue Ming."

"Anyone who delays Elder Xue Ming's affairs will be held accountable."

Although these disciples dared not offend Yang Fan, they were still unwilling to step aside.

Seeing this, Yang Fan pretended to be angry and slapped the leader hard across the face.

The slap made him stagger.

Then Yang Fan pointed at him arrogantly.

"Didn't you hear me? I want to go in."

With that, Yang Fan shoved the man aside and strode into the main hall.

These people dared not speak out in anger and could only lower their heads.

After entering the main hall, Yang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His back was covered in cold sweat.

His arrogant demeanor just now was all an act.

If these people stick to their guns and call in others, then things will get complicated.

Fortunately, most of these people were bullies who preyed on the weak. After Yang Fan actually slapped them a few times, they didn't dare to say anything more.

Then, Yang Fan immediately took out the Human King Banner and led Zhou Peng to the corpse refining furnace.

The fire beneath the corpse-refining furnace was still burning fiercely.

These flames are ley line fires; they will continue to exist even if the corpses are not refined.

Looking at the flames, Yang Fan felt a surge of envy.

He shook the King's Banner vigorously.

"How is it? Can you put the flames away?"

"Can."

Zhou Peng answered happily.

"However, the earth's ley fire here isn't too strong, so I can't collect too much at once, or it will cause trouble."

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's enough for us to refine pills and make puppets."

"How can we get rid of these flames?"

As Yang Fan asked Zhou Peng, he looked around, trying to see if there was anything that could extinguish the flames.

Seeing this, Zhou Peng lowered his voice and said to him.

"It's very simple, all you need is this Human King Banner."

"There is a space inside this Human King Banner where you can store these ley line fires."

"However, it cannot be left inside for too long, otherwise the Human King Banner will also be affected."

"Place the King's Banner in front of the flames, and I'll teach you how to put it away."

As Zhou Peng spoke, Yang Fan immediately led the Human King Banner to the front of the Earth Fire.

Then, Zhou Peng told him how to control the King's Banner to draw in the flames.

Under Zhou Peng's guidance, Yang Fan patiently and slowly drew a large amount of earth fire from beneath the corpse-refining furnace.

Then the earth fire flew into the King's Banner and was carefully collected by him.

After doing all this, Yang Fan was very satisfied.

Then he turned his gaze to the area around the main hall.

Besides the earth fire, there were also some materials for refining corpses in this hall.

Seeing this, Yang Fan was tempted and went over to collect the materials.

But just then, Zhou Peng reminded him.

"Don't touch these materials, or it will cause trouble."

"If there's less fire, no one will notice, but if there's less material, it will attract too much attention."

"Can't you go down the mountain? Next time you go down the mountain, get more materials for corpse refining, and then we'll refine corpse puppets."

Yang Fan then stopped.

Then he carefully put away the King's Banner.

Just as he was about to leave, a sudden shout of cursing came from outside.

"You, surnamed Dong, have some nerve! How dare you trespass into the Corpse Refining Hall?"

Upon hearing this voice, Yang Fan felt a sudden panic.

Clearly, those guards outside couldn't help but tell the person in charge about his situation.

This is troublesome; Yang Fan's back is covered in more and more sweat.

What should we do? Should we run away?

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't care less about anything else; he was ready to flee for his life.

"No, why are we running away?"

"If you try to escape now, you'll be doomed once a Core Formation cultivator finds you."

"Instead of running away now, we might as well grit our teeth and fight on."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't touch the surrounding materials, there's nothing he can do about it."

Hearing this, Yang Fan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go outside.

"What are you yelling about?"

After walking out, Yang Fan took a deep breath and immediately put on an impatient look.

Then he looked into the distance and saw an ordinary-looking young man walking in through the door.

The young man stared at Yang Fan, his eyes filled with resentment.

"You, surnamed Dong, how dare you! Who gave you permission to enter the Corpse Refining Hall?"