Wild Dogs

Of course, the innermost campsite is also not an option, as it is too close to the central campsite.

The cultivators of the Six Blood Path Sects are all somewhat eccentric.

If I anger these Core Formation cultivators and get killed with a single palm strike, that would be a real problem.

Therefore, Yang Fan chose a position that was relatively close to the center.

It was neither too close to the camp nor too close to the edge of the area, a compromise.

After choosing the wooden house, Yang Fan arrived in front of it.

Then he turned the sign on the wooden house around.

In this way, the entire cabin became his property.

Yang Fan pushed open the door and entered. As soon as he stepped into the wooden house, his brows furrowed.

The reason was simple: the room reeked of a strong smell of blood and medicine.

Yang Fan looked around.

Although the room had been cleaned once, he could still see bloodstains on the bed and the floor.

A quick glance revealed that the bed curtains were also torn.

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

It was obvious that this room had been attacked.

He turned around and wanted to leave and go to another room.

They hurried to another wooden house, and just as they were about to go inside, they discovered that the bloodstains inside this house were even more severe than those in the previous one.

Yang Fan shook his head slightly.

Well, let's choose the lesser of two options and go with the one we just had.

He returned to the wooden cabin and looked around.

I carefully put my things away, and that was enough to settle me down for the time being.

Anyway, this place is a battlefield, so Yang Fan won't stay any longer.

Once he finds the right opportunity, he will try to slip away.

After looking around, he sighed.

But making a quick getaway is easier said than done.

First, there's that old bastard Xue Ming, who's been keeping a close eye on him.

More importantly, if he were caught by Xue Ming while trying to escape, then everything would be over.

This is a battlefield; every day we stay increases the risk.

Just as Yang Fan was lost in thought in his room, a steady voice came from outside.

"Disciple, are you inside?"

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

He, a nobody, had just chosen his room when Xue Ming showed up at the door.

It seems he definitely has the mark left by Xue Ming on him.

Unfortunately, he still hasn't found the location of that mark.

Yang Fan dared not delay, and hurriedly opened the door and went out, bowing to Xue Ming with a smile on his face.

"Disciple is here to greet Master."

"Have you reached an agreement on your end?"

Xue Ming nodded.

"We've already discussed it with them; a major battle is about to break out soon."

"We'll be going to the front lines to provide support, so you should stay in the camp and not wander around."

"Apart from escorting supplies and cleaning the camp, do not leave without permission, understand?"

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

He nodded hastily in agreement, but his mind was racing.

Once the war breaks out and the fighting begins on the front lines, Yang Fan will have a chance to escape.

Anyway, it's best that Xue Ming won't let him go to the front lines.

In this way, he could avoid the risks on the front lines and also find an opportunity to slip away.

If Xue Ming could die on the battlefield, that would be even better.

From then on, he truly felt free to roam the world as freely as a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky.

"Oh, you're happy to hear I'm going to the front lines?"

Xue Ming laughed strangely.

Yang Fan shook his head repeatedly.

"How could that be? This disciple has always been honest and obedient, and would never dare to disrespect you, Master."

Xue Ming snorted coldly.

"If that's really what you think, then that's fine."

"Alright, I won't waste any more words with you. Just stay here in the camp and don't go anywhere else for the time being."

"And don't go anywhere too close to the front lines, or I won't be able to protect you."

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly, assuring Xue Ming that he would never go to the front lines without permission.

After glancing at Yang Fan, Xue Ming suddenly gave a strange smile.

Then he waved his hand, and the puppet from before flew out and landed in front of Yang Fan.

"Alright, with this puppet following you, I can rest assured."

"This Foundation Establishment stage puppet can practically roam freely in this camp."

"Be careful then, and don't offend anyone."

"Even if someone bullies you, just bear with it for now. I'll get revenge for you when you come back."

After saying that, Xue Ming turned and left without lingering.

Yang Fan hurriedly bowed and respectfully saw off his master.

Yang Fan waited until Xue Ming had flown far away before slowly straightening up.

His submissive demeanor was intended to lull Xue Ming into a false sense of security.

Although he knew it would have little effect, trying was better than doing nothing.

After Xue Ming left, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

At least for the time being, he will be much safer here.

Yang Fan could easily find ways to prepare more backup plans in the days to come.

Although these backup plans may not be effective.

Back in his room, Yang Fan closed the doors and windows and took out the Human King Banner.

He then explained the general situation to Zhou Peng, wanting to see his thoughts.

"That's a good thing."

Zhou Peng said excitedly.

"Although Nascent Soul cultivators usually don't participate in such battles, Core Formation cultivators are the main force in these battles."

"At that time, there might be Core Formation cultivators who perish."

"As long as a Core Formation cultivator falls, our opportunity will arrive."

Clearly, Zhou Peng thought the same thing as him and also wanted to see if Xue Ming would die on the front lines.

Yang Fan gave a wry smile.

"It's not that easy. I know Xue Ming well; he's incredibly cunning."

"Do you think there's a chance I could slip away once Xue Ming goes to the front lines?"

Yang Fan felt that once the great battle began, Xue Ming wouldn't have time to come looking for him.

As long as he escapes fast enough and far enough, Xue Ming will have no chance of finding his location.

Generally, such marks will have a certain distance range.

A Nascent Soul cultivator's setup might cover thousands or even tens of thousands of miles.

At most, a Core Formation cultivator can sense a mark within a thousand miles.

If he can escape thousands of miles away during the war, he will have a chance to break free from Xue Ming's control.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Peng shook his head.

"You're underestimating Core Formation cultivators. They can't escape so easily."

"In my opinion, what he left on you is not just a mark, but possibly a restriction."

"If you get too far away from him, the restriction will activate."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and he stared at Zhou Peng with an extremely grim expression.

"What should we do? We've been searching for so long and we still can't find the mark anywhere."

"Can't you think of a way to find the mark?"

"Are you really just going to let me wait to die?"

Then Yang Fan looked at Zhou Peng seriously.

"Think it through. If I die, you definitely won't survive either."

Zhou Pengqian chuckled.

"Of course I know that, Master. Don't worry, I will find a way to continue the search."

"I do know some ways to search for markings."

"However, this is a battlefield, the front line, and many materials are in short supply, so they are not easy to find."