Wild Dogs

Zhou Peng hurriedly said to Yang Fan.

"Master, please put me away quickly. Now that the restriction has been lifted, Xue Ming will definitely be back soon."

Yang Fan quickly nodded and put away the King's Banner.

Not long after, Xue Ming was seen flying back quickly.

He landed in front of the cave, gathered up the surrounding flags, and strode inside.

He stared at Yang Fan with shining eyes.

"Alright, my good disciple, the restriction has been lifted, we can cross now."

"Yes, Master."

Yang Fan hurriedly nodded and bowed, obediently following Xue Ming's side.

Seeing the bloodstains all over Xue Ming's body, Yang Fan deliberately pretended to be worried.

"Master, are you injured?"

Xue Ming glanced at Yang Fan, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Good disciple, even if your master is injured, you still can't beat him. Don't even think about it."

Yang Fanqian chuckled.

"Master, your disciple is truly only concerned about you."

"Alright, enough nonsense. Master, I did suffer a minor injury, but the person who could have injured me is already dead."

As he spoke, he proudly took out a storage bag, waved it in front of Yang Fan, and smirked.

Then he tossed the storage bag toward Yang Fan.

"Move everything from your storage bag here."

"What?"

Yang Fan was taken aback, and hesitated as he held the storage bag.

In fact, there was nothing of value in his own storage bag.

He hid all the best treasures in the small cauldron, and the next best ones in the King's Banner.

There's enough space inside the King's Banner to hold all those things.

What was left in the storage bag was nothing but a pile of junk, which was originally meant to fool Xue Ming.

Unexpectedly, Xue Ming made him dump all the junk into the new bag as well.

Yang Fan inwardly grumbled, thinking that Xue Ming was being far too cautious, not even leaving him this scrap metal.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the storage bag Xue Ming had given him, dumping everything from his own bag into it.

After doing all this, Yang Fan respectfully handed the storage bag back.

Xue Ming waved his hand.

"What are you standing there for? This bag is yours from now on."

"What?"

Yang Fan was startled. He had clearly seen that the storage bag Xue Ming had thrown over contained many good things.

The Light Spirit Stones were piled up in a small heap.

Yang Fan couldn't understand it at all, staring at Xue Ming with disbelief on his face.

Xue Ming shrugged.

"What, you can't believe it? Well, let me tell you, I just snatched it from someone else."

"Judging from the contents inside, it should be something used by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I had no use for it, so I brought it back for you."

"Your old one was the worst quality; it couldn't hold much. From now on, use this better one."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan hurriedly expressed his gratitude and fastened the storage bag to his waist.

Then, he looked at Xue Ming.

"By the way, Master, are there many Foundation Establishment cultivators here?"

Xue Ming shook his head and said as he walked out.

"There aren't many Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. The one I killed, I thought he had a token on him, but after killing him for a while, I found nothing."

Yang Fan was even more puzzled.

"Master, don't you already have a token? Why are you still trying to steal it?"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Xue Xiang wanted to get a piece for himself too?

Xue Ming smiled.

"It's nothing, I just ran into a few friends here, and they also need tokens."

"I just killed a few more to help them search. Now that I've got most of their tokens, I'm back."

Yang Fan then realized what was going on, but when he heard the word "friend," his heart still skipped a beat.

Could it be that another expert from a Blood Path sect has arrived?

Just as Yang Fan was pondering this, Xue Ming had already led him out of the cave and into the air.

Yang Fan looked around and immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

There were several hundred cultivators flying in mid-air just like him at this moment.

As they flew, the hundreds of people cautiously surveyed their surroundings.

Xue Ming lowered his voice.

"See that? This place is full of people wanting to enter the secret realm. Can you imagine how fierce the competition is?"

Then he pointed forward.

"Take another look at these people's cultivation levels, and you'll understand."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan carefully looked around and felt a chill run down his spine.

Among the cultivators who appeared in the secret realm, nearly 40% were Core Formation cultivators.

The rest were all at the Foundation Establishment stage; he looked around and didn't see a single Qi Refining stage cultivator.

"So, I'm the only one at the Qi Refining stage?"

Yang Fan looked at Xue Ming.

Xue Ming nodded slightly.

"Probably, but there might be one or two Qi Refining stage disciples mixed in."

"But that's not important. Even though you're only at the Qi Refining stage, with you by my side, no one will dare to lay a hand on you."

As Xue Ming spoke, he looked around smugly.

Sure enough, when the other Core Formation stage cultivators looked over and saw Yang Fan and Xue Ming, they immediately and obediently looked away.

Xue Ming glanced around defiantly with a smug look.

After he finished his provocation, Yang Fan lowered his head and looked down.

But when he saw what was below, his expression changed slightly.

The previous mountain has disappeared, replaced by a faint light barrier.

Below the light shield lies a bottomless abyss.

"Is this the Mysterious Abyss Realm?"

Yang Fan gasped. This abyss was bottomless and looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

Seeing that Yang Fan was a little nervous, Xue Ming smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"You don't need to worry too much. This Xuanyuan only looks terrifying from the outside. There are still many interesting places down there."

"And the reason it's pitch black is only the first few floors."

"After breaking through a few more layers and deeper layers of restrictions, you will see something even more interesting."

After saying that, Xue Ming crossed his arms and stared intently down.

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt a wavering in his heart.

He glanced at Xue Ming beside him, and seeing Xue Ming's serious expression, a thought suddenly popped into Yang Fan's mind.

How could Xue Ming know so much?

Has he been here before?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Yang Fan immediately suppressed it.

Regardless of whether Xue Ming came or not, the other party must have been prepared, so I must be very careful.

Just as Yang Fan was looking down, a laugh came from afar.

"Brother Xue Ming."

Yang Fan quickly turned his head.

An old man flew over from the side, followed by a beautiful woman.

Yang Fan glanced at it only once before quickly lowering his head, his heart pounding wildly.

Why are they here?

These two were Xue Ji, another elder of the Blood Fiend Sect, and Lady Lianhua.

Lady Lianhua and Xueji have both arrived, could there be others among them?

As Yang Fan pondered this, he looked around again. This time, seeing no one else, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Blood Extreme, you're way too late! I've already gotten the token for you."