Wild Dogs

Although Xue Ming was unsure whether Xue Wang knew Yang Fan's secret.

However, in order to ensure that Yang Fan would not encounter any problems, he had to eliminate Xue Wang.

With this thought in mind, Xue Ming snorted coldly, changed into a set of night clothes, and carefully left the cave.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan returned to his cave and continued to bury himself in arduous cultivation.

With the blessing of the Blood Dark Elixir and the pills he refined himself, Yang Fan's progress was incredibly rapid.

He had already decided that he must raise his cultivation to the Foundation Establishment stage before the Gu worms hatched.

Anyway, there are already existing cultivation methods and martial arts techniques for the Foundation Establishment stage, so there's nothing to worry about.

Yang Fan continued his arduous training in this way.

Early the next morning, Yang Fan rushed to the Skinning Cave.

When he arrived at the Skinning Cave, he was astonished to find that it was surrounded by his disciples.

All of these people stood outside the cave, too afraid to go in.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Fan walked over and hurriedly asked another disciple next to him.

The disciple looked at Yang Fan and shook his head.

"Elder Xue Wang died inside."

"What? Elder Xue Wang is dead?"

Yang Fan was startled and quickly squeezed into the crowd, looking ahead.

Then he saw Xue Wang hanging in front of the cave, his skin peeled off, revealing a patch of bright red blood.

Yang Fan turned his head away, feeling somewhat reluctant.

Although Xue Wang wasn't exactly a good person, he was one of the few in the Blood Fiend Sect who treated him fairly well.

This made Yang Fan feel a little reluctant.

But then Yang Fan realized something was wrong.

Xue Wang was a Core Formation Elder, so who exactly killed him?

Moreover, during their time together, Yang Fan clearly knew that Xue Wang's combat strength among the Core Formation elders was not low.

Ordinary cultivators would be no match for him, let alone kill him and skin him alive.

Based on this calculation, the most likely candidates to take action are Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

But then Yang Fan shook his head. If it were a Nascent Soul cultivator, it wouldn't seem necessary to go through all this trouble.

The difference between Nascent Soul and Core Formation is too great; one should act more cleanly and efficiently.

Yang Fan looked over and saw that the corpse had many broken pieces, clearly indicating that it had been in a struggle.

Since a fight ensued, it means that the opponent's strength was not much different from his.

Just then, Yang Fan suddenly thought of Xue Ming.

Last night, Xue Ming said many nice things to him, and there was a great conflict between Xue Wang and Xue Ming.

In this light, it seems that Xue Ming is indeed the most likely person to make the move.

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Yang Fan's spine.

Even a Core Formation Elder like Xue Wang was killed by Xue Ming, let alone him.

The more Yang Fan thought about it, the more nervous he became. His hands trembled slightly, and then he carefully clenched his fists.

No, I have to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth, but he still didn't know how much Xue Ming had done to him.

Xue Ming usually keeps a low profile, but judging from the other party's actions, it is very likely that a mark has been left on him.

If these marks cannot be found, even if Yang Fan escapes, he could be caught up by Xue Ming at any time.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan clenched his fists and took a few steps back.

The other disciples around were astonished to see Xue Wang skinned and hung here.

But there was no sadness on their faces.

There was no other way; almost everyone in this underground place had suffered the punishment of bloodshed.

Moreover, they have no empathy for the death of Xue Wang.

In their eyes, Xue Wang was a high-ranking member of the sect, while they were just ordinary disciples.

The death of Xue Wang had nothing to do with them.

Therefore, they didn't really care whether Xue Wang lived or died.

In fact, many people even gloated.

Just as everyone was looking at the corpse, a cold voice came from the side.

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go inside, don't waste your time here."

"I will be in charge of the Skinning Cave from now on."

Yang Fan turned around and saw Xue Ming standing with his hands behind his back, looking at everyone.

He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look.

Xue Ming's gaze swept over everyone, and when he saw Yang Fan with his head down, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Very well, this kid obviously knows how powerful he is. In his opinion, all he needs to do is scare Yang Fan.

Then he turned his gaze and urged everyone to go into the cave to deal with the corpse.

The group immediately and quietly went inside.

Then Xue Ming waved his hand.

"Yang Fan, stop right there."

Yang Fan stopped and looked at Xue Ming.

"Remember this, he will be the captain here from now on."

"If I'm not there, I'll report to him and let him make the decisions."

"Did you all understand?"

"Yes, Elder."

Although some disciples had higher cultivation levels than Yang Fan, none of them were dissatisfied.

In the Blood Fiend Sect, strength equals status.

Although Yang Fan was not strong enough, he had Xue Ming behind him, so others naturally had to give him face.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Why would Xue Ming suddenly want to promote him? Isn't this putting him in a very difficult position?

It will probably be difficult for him to do anything underhanded again in the future.

From now on, his every move will be watched.

The more Yang Fan thought about it, the more unhappy he became.

But he knew he couldn't go against Xue Ming's wishes, so he could only swallow his anger and thank Xue Ming.

After saying that, Yang Fan obediently went into the skinning hole and began skinning people.

After giving his orders, Xue Ming sneered, took Xue Wang's corpse away, and left.

Seeing Xue Ming leave, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was truly baffled. Xue Wang was, after all, an elder of the sect. How come no one in the sect has come to investigate his death?

This is a gross underestimation of a sect elder.

Yang Fan frowned, but he couldn't get too involved in the sect's affairs.

He had no right to get involved and could only obediently continue processing human skin.

Since Yang Fan had been designated as the team leader, all the processed human skins were handed over to him.

By evening, after the large number of corpses had been disposed of, Yang Fan ordered everyone to leave.

The fighting intensified during this period, and more and more corpses were being sent in.

Yang Fan obtained many good things from this corpse exhumation, and also collected a large pile of human skins.

He took the items to Xue Ming and handed over the human skin and materials together.

Seeing this, Xue Ming was very satisfied.

"I trust you to handle things."

"From now on, you will be responsible for delivering human skin and supplies from the cave."

"You also keep an eye on them for me, and don't let them hide anything from me."

"If anyone is found to be hiding it, they must be brought to justice."

"Yes, disciple understands."

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed.

Xue Ming then instructed him to send the human skin to the Banner Making Hall so that they could rush to make the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Having visited the banner-making hall once before, Yang Fan came and went in a hurry, quickly delivering the human skin and other items.

Upon returning, Yang Fan did not go back to his cave, but continued to deal with the corpse puppets.

In the next few days, he had to finish making the puppet as soon as possible.

After taking out the puppet, Yang Fan checked the earth vein fire below. After confirming that everything was correct, he dripped a few drops of his essence blood onto the puppet.

For the next ten days, Yang Fan patiently crafted the corpse puppet.

Ten days passed quickly, and the corpse puppet was finally completed.

After he dripped his last drop of blood, the two corpse puppets slowly opened their eyes and stood obediently in front of him.