Wild Dogs

Hearing this, Yang Fan grinned.

Honest and law-abiding, how could that be possible?

How could someone with extreme bloodlust possibly be associated with honesty and integrity?

But upon closer reflection, Yang Fan found it reasonable.

Yes, Xue Ji is not exactly honest and upright compared to others, but compared to Xue Ming, he is definitely honest and upright.

Who knew that Xue Ming would have so many tricks up his sleeve?

Then Xue Ming and Xuan Yang stopped and huddled together to discuss their next plan.

Xuan Yang lowered his voice and spoke to Xue Ming.

"If you ask me, we should make our move as soon as we break through the third level."

"Hasn't he already turned his wife into a puppet? Perfect, I'll control his puppet wife then."

Xuan Yang raised his chin, gesturing to Yang Fan behind him.

"You should let this kid do the work. With their combined strength, they can definitely find that thing."

Hearing this, Yang Fan stood there, feeling uneasy.

But he also understood that he was now at the mercy of others and had no choice but to obediently listen to Xue Ming.

And so, the group stopped talking and continued on their way.

After a while, Xue Ming stopped first and stood at the edge of the grave.

In front of the boundary of the cemetery, there was a faint wall of wind, standing in front of the group.

Although the wind wall didn't look strong, Xue Ming and Xuan Yang both had extremely serious expressions.

Xue Ming turned around and waved to Yang Fan.

"Kid, come here, stand next to me."

Upon hearing Xue Ming's words, Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he paused for a moment.

He didn't know why Xue Ming had called him over, but now he was powerless against Xue Ming.

He could only obediently walk to Xue Ming's side.

Yang Fan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xue Ming and stood at attention.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Xue Ming waved his hand casually.

"Instructions? Nothing much."

Xue Ming looked Yang Fan up and down, then raised his hand, palm facing Yang Fan.

A moment later, a beam of blood-red light surged from his palm and circled around Yang Fan's body.

Yang Fan's expression changed, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Master, what are you doing? I've always been well-behaved and haven't dared to do anything."

Xue Ming shook his head and withdrew half of his strength.

"It's nothing, I'm not going to kill you."

Seeing that Xue Ming wouldn't explain, Yang Fan clenched his fist slightly and placed his hand on the storage bag.

He thought Xue Ming was going to attack him and was preparing to pull out a talisman to fight to the death.

Just then, he noticed a surge of blood energy emanating from Xue Ming's palm, encircling his body.

In just a short time, the blood energy formed a thick blood cocoon around his body.

Yang Fan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately tried to take out a talisman from his storage bag to retaliate.

Just then, Xue Ming suddenly spoke, interrupting his actions.

"Don't be nervous, kid. I mean you no harm. I'm not trying to hurt you, but to protect you."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, completely puzzled.

"Protect?"

He looked at Xue Ming, his brows furrowed tightly.

"What does Master mean by this?"

Xue Ming raised his finger and pointed to the wind wall in front of him, his expression calm.

"What do you mean? It's simple, because you can't get over this wind wall on your own."

As Xue Ming spoke, he continued to urge more blood energy to protect Yang Fan.

A moment later, an extremely thick blood cocoon completely enveloped Yang Fan's body.

Protected by the blood cocoon, Yang Fan was temporarily unable to move, and even his vision was affected.

Xue Ming looked at Yang Fan, who was enveloped in a blood cocoon, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, kid. Now I'll take you through the wind wall."

Feeling that the blood cocoon had not harmed him, Yang Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But at the same time, he was puzzled as to why Xue Ming would create such a blood cocoon around him.

His brows furrowed involuntarily as he spoke through the blood-red callus.

"Master, is the wind barrier in front very strong?"

Xue Ming nodded, his expression somewhat unpleasant.

"certainly."

"The last time the two of us came in here, we almost got into trouble, let alone you, kid."

"Someone like you, a mere Qi Refining Stage 1 or 2 cultivator, would be torn to shreds by this wind wall in less than a breath."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan grinned, but dared not say anything more.

Before Yang Fan could think it through, Xue Ming grabbed the blood cocoon that was wrapping Yang Fan and nodded to Xuan Yang beside him.

"Alright, let's go."

Immediately, Xue Ming and Xuan Yang exchanged a glance and together carried Yang Fan as they raced forward.

A moment later, the two of them rushed into the wind wall.

Yang Fan initially thought the two were making a mountain out of a molehill, but the moment he rushed into the wind wall, he changed his mind.

Gusts of wind swept past, making a deafening sound.

Looking at the terrifying gale outside, Yang Fan was startled, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

Keep in mind that he is currently inside a blood cocoon, which can block out most sounds.

Even inside the blood cocoon, he could still hear the terrifying wind outside.

He looked up and could see Xue Ming's face, which was being distorted by the strong wind.

Clearly, the wind here was also beyond Xue Ming's expectations.

Xuan Yang and Xue Ming exchanged a glance, not daring to be negligent, and rushed forward with all their might.

Even so, during the rush, many of their clothes were torn to shreds by the wind.

After the two of them struggled to break through the wind wall, Xue Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently placed the blood cocoon on the ground.

He glanced back at the wall of wind with lingering fear and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn it, I almost died in there."

Xuan Yang, standing to the side, was equally disheveled, his hair a mess from the wind.

He shook his head slightly and clenched his fist.

"This thing is really troublesome."

Xuan Yang looked around, then turned back to look at the wind wall and sighed.

"What's going on with this wind wall? It wasn't this troublesome when we passed through it before, so why is it like this now?"

Xue Ming shook his head, his face full of confusion.

"I don't know about that. Although the wind wall was fierce in the past, normally, if someone in the Core Formation stage were to pass through it, they would at most suffer minor injuries."

"If I hadn't been prepared beforehand, I probably would have really been stuck here."

At this point, he shook his head repeatedly, still feeling lingering fear.

After exchanging a glance, the two said nothing more and put away their solemn expressions.

Then Xuan Yang looked ahead and saw the lush greenery all around, which made him feel a little better.

Then he raised his hand, intending to circulate his cultivation technique and absorb the surrounding spiritual energy into his body.

But at that moment, he frowned and lowered his raised hand.

"What's going on? Why has the spiritual energy around us become so thin?"