Wild Dogs

With the restrictions lifted, Yang Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

With this restriction in place, if this person dares to resist, Yang Fan can kill him instantly using the restriction.

In this way, he would have something on this person that he could use against them.

After finishing all this, Yang Fan stretched his muscles and then called Zhou Peng in.

Zhou Peng hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Go and lure all his companions over here."

The cultivator hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.

Yang Fan waved his hand.

"Just lead them over here quietly, and leave the rest to me."

Yang Fan had already made up his mind that as long as he could lure these people over, he could then calmly arrange the follow-up matters.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator immediately looked at Yang Fan with tension.

"My lord, my companions are not very strong. Please do not kill them."

Yang Fan smiled upon hearing this.

"You're quite loyal, but keeping them around is ultimately a bit of a hindrance."

"That's fine, I'll knock them out and go in their place, you don't have to worry about them getting killed."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator wanted to say something more.

Yang Fan stared coldly at the other person.

"Don't push your luck. I'm already being lenient by sparing your life and only leaving a restriction on you."

"If you dare to say another word, I won't even give you that much face."

After speaking, Yang Fan stretched his limbs and stared at the other person with a piercing gaze.

Do you understand?

"Yes, I understand."

Upon hearing this, the man quickly lowered his head, not daring to resist Yang Fan.

Seeing this, Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good. As long as you cooperate with me obediently, I won't make things difficult for you."

"As for your disciples, I will only knock them unconscious, not kill them. This is a great favor, you should cherish it."

Upon hearing this, the cultivator hurriedly nodded.

Although he knew that Yang Fan's so-called favor was just a means to deal with them.

But at this moment, he was filled with bitterness and had no way to help.

After a while, Zhou Peng rushed in excitedly from outside.

"Master, I have lured them all here."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan snapped his fingers.

"very good."

Yang Fan immediately extended his divine sense, and after a moment, he sensed four or five figures standing outside the barrier.

The cultivators stared at the barrier ahead with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

They had gone to hunt down the puppet, but after chasing it for a while they realized they couldn't catch it and were about to give up.

But just then, Zhou Peng flew out. Zhou Peng's current strength is only equivalent to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

He lunged at them, provoked them, and then turned and ran.

These people were all from prestigious sects, so how could they stand such ridicule? They immediately chased after Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng successfully led them to the vicinity of the ruins, but once Zhou Peng entered the ruins, these people dared not approach.

"This place seems a bit strange. Should we retreat?" one of the disciples suggested.

Upon hearing this, the leading cultivator next to him glared at him fiercely.

"Retreat? What's there to retreat from? We are righteous disciples of a prestigious sect. If we retreat, wouldn't our Dao hearts be damaged?"

Finally, one of the young disciples pointed forward.

"Let's rush in. Even if we encounter any danger, we can ask our master for help. What's there to be afraid of?"

Finally, the cultivator immediately took the lead and rushed inside. Just as they rushed towards the restriction, an extremely terrifying suppression of divine sense came from all around.

"What's going on?"

The leading monk felt drenched in sweat and looked up in disbelief.

An immense pressure kept descending, making him wish he could just kneel down.

Damn.

At this moment, the pressure almost made him kneel down, but he was, after all, a promising young man, and how could he be willing to suffer such humiliation?

Therefore, he stubbornly raised his head, unwilling to kneel down at all.

After a long while, Yang Fan looked at this scene and shook his head indifferently.

"It's ridiculous that they still don't know how to kneel down at a time like this."

Yang Fan slowly raised his hand, then gently pressed it down.

Despite being separated by a cave, the pressure that descended knocked all of them unconscious.

"Please spare their lives, senior. They are just a bunch of kids who don't know anything."

Seeing his disciple being so easily suppressed by Yang Fan, the man hurriedly begged for mercy.

Seeing this, Yang Fan sized him up a few times.

"You're quite something, a master who knows how to care for his own disciple."

Finally, Yang Fan looked up.

"Alright, since you pleaded for them, I naturally won't kill them, but you'll have to change the people you're taking with you from now on."

Finally, Yang Fan snapped his fingers, and Zhou Peng excitedly flew in from inside.

Yang Fan pointed at Zhou Peng.

"Quickly strip those people of their clothes and change into them, then we'll follow this gentleman over."

As he spoke, Yang Fan patted the middle-aged cultivator on the shoulder with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator was momentarily bewildered, not understanding what Yang Fan meant, but he quickly realized what was going on.

Yes, each of them brought their men with them, so Yang Fan definitely wouldn't feel comfortable letting him go alone.

So Yang Fan wanted to disguise himself as his disciple and go with him.

Upon thinking of this, the middle-aged cultivator couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness.

If Yang Fan lets him go alone, he is confident that he can still find a way to break free.

However, if Yang Fan went with him to hunt the Black Horned Ice Python, the situation would be completely different, and he would have no chance of escaping.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a wave of despair.

A moment later, Yang Fan walked over and gently patted his shoulder.

"Alright, let's get ready and go hunt the Black Horned Ice Python together."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator could only nod obediently.

Then Yang Fan turned his gaze, and at the same time, Zhou Peng walked in with several puppets who had changed their clothes.

Although the puppets were much stiffer than those of the other disciples, they were all controlled by Zhou Peng's divine sense, so it wasn't particularly noticeable.

After looking around, Yang Fan nodded slightly, then picked up a piece of clothing and changed into it.

After changing his clothes, Yang Fan waved his hand, and the others immediately came to stand in front of him.

"Alright, pay your respects to our esteemed guest."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Peng carefully bowed to the middle-aged cultivator.

The middle-aged cultivator could only give an awkward smile, not daring to say anything more.

"By the way, I still don't know your name. Tell me your name."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator could only chuckle awkwardly and obediently bow.

"My surname is Qian, and my given name is a single character."

"Qian Xu, very good. Then please lead the way, Senior Brother Qian."

Yang Fan gestured for him to proceed.

Seeing this, Qian Xu could only nod obediently and then walked out of the cave.

"Then please stay close to me, gentlemen."