Wild Dogs

Now that Xiao Hei has broken through, Yang Fan can naturally focus on preparing to deal with the old Taoist.

The next morning, everything was calm and peaceful.

Since Wang Yucai died at Yang Fan's hands, Wang Bairen naturally didn't know about his grandson's situation, allowing Yang Fan to focus all his attention on dealing with the old Taoist priest.

Since we're going to deal with the old Taoist properly, we should naturally make the necessary preparations.

For three months, Yang Fan was forced into a corner by the old Taoist priest, and he lived in constant fear and anxiety.

The Gu worms have been removed. Now all we need to do is kill the old Taoist priest, and we'll never have to worry about anything again.

"Once we get rid of that old Taoist priest, we can go home and reunite with our families..."

Yang Fan was thinking excitedly when he suddenly stopped, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Can we really go back?"

Looking at the talisman in his hand, Yang Fan, the medicine cauldron, felt as if he were in a dream.

"We can't go back!"

He was a servant at Qingyun Temple, and if he escaped without permission, he would be hunted down by the temple.

More importantly, he no longer wants to live that kind of life.

He never wanted to live that kind of subservient life again, where even farming required him to be mindful of others' opinions.

As Yang Fan stroked the medicine cauldron in his hand, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Now that I have embarked on the path of immortality, I have no choice but to continue down this path."

Suppressing his emotions, Yang Fan took a deep breath and continued making preparations.

He had several prescriptions for medicine, and this time he also got his hands on the medicinal materials.

"I've already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. If I can refine these powerful pills, I might be able to break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining in one go!"

The pill that Yang Fan is going to refine this time is called the Spirit Restoration Pill, which is much more potent than the Rejuvenation Pill.

"Bang!"

The first attempt was unsuccessful.

This time, all that was left after refining was black ash; there wasn't even a semi-finished product.

"Try again, it always happens the first time!"

Undeterred, Yang Fan continued refining.

However, the second attempt also failed.

"We need to be more careful this time. Even if we fail, we should at least produce a semi-finished product!"

Yang Fan has enough medicinal herbs to refine three times at most. If he can't even refine a semi-finished product this time, then everything will be over.

Yang Fan gritted his teeth and continued refining.

This time, he was even more careful than the previous two times.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan finally finished refining the pill, his forehead covered in sweat.

This time, it finally worked!

"Let me see just how effective this elixir is!"

Yang Fan picked up the Rejuvenation Pill and immediately swallowed it.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and within a few breaths, it transformed into a stream of spiritual energy that surged towards his limbs and bones.

"Such a potent medicine!"

Yang Fan hurriedly adjusted his breathing and sat in meditation, attempting to break through to the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage.

As dawn broke, Yang Fan excitedly opened his eyes.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, done!"

It must be said that this elixir is indeed powerful. Yang Fan spent an entire night refining the elixir to fully extract its medicinal properties.

It was thanks to this Rejuvenating Pill that Yang Fan was able to raise his cultivation to the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage so smoothly!

"My cultivation has now reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. Although there is still a gap between me and the old Daoist, I am at least not completely powerless."

"With those things added, we'll be even more confident in dealing with the old Taoist priest."

Yang Fan glanced at the already brightening sky and stepped out of the room.

Watching the rising sun, Yang Fan clenched his fist.

He was prepared to fight the old Taoist priest to the death.

Yang Fan summoned his guards, gave them some instructions, and then left the mine.

Instead of rushing down the mountain, he went up into the mountain first.

Xiao Hei has already become a level one demon beast, which is perfect for serving as his helper!

"Little Black, it's time to go!"

Patting Xiao Hei's head, Yang Fan put Xiao Hei into his beast-taming bag and flew down the mountain on his sword.

Flying to the vicinity of Xujiazhuang, Yang Fan looked at the village from afar.

Three months ago, the Xu family suffered a massacre, and everyone in the village was terrified.

Three months have passed, and everyone seems to have forgotten what happened.

This is the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

Looking at his mother, who was still in relatively good health, Yang Fan's lips twitched slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

In order to avoid being discovered by the old Taoist priest, he has not seen his mother and sister for the past three months.

Fortunately, he left enough money before he left, so they lived a good life.

"call!"

With a sigh, Yang Fan flew to the mountains next to the mountain god temple.

"Xiao Hei, don't come out yet. Wait until the fight starts inside before you make a move!"

Yang Fan patted Xiao Hei's head and gave him earnest instructions.

"Woof!"

Although Little Black couldn't understand, it still obediently hid in the mountains and forests.

After Xiao Hei was in ambush, Yang Fan took a deep breath and immediately began preparations.

Yang Fan had prepared all the talismans, talismanic treasures, and the black pills.

Once a fight breaks out, he will immediately take action.

Before he knew it, three months had passed, and he had gained the confidence to turn against the old Taoist priest.

"My cultivation has already broken through, and I've done everything I can. If this still doesn't work, then there's nothing more I can do."

Gripping the talisman tightly, Yang Fan was prepared to fight the old Taoist to the death.

Time continued to pass, and Yang Fan quietly waited for it to come.

Several hours later, the red sun slowly set.

Crows circled incessantly outside the mountain god temple.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked out of the forest, heading towards the mountain god temple.

"quack!"

As they approached the mountain god temple, a crow had already perched on a tree branch outside the temple, tilting its head and looking at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan glanced at the crow and suddenly laughed.

"I used to think the old Taoist priest could only control rats, but in reality, this crow must also be his spy."

Although crows cannot speak, if the old Taoist priest is willing to manipulate them, he can still convey some information.

Fortunately, fearing that the old Taoist priest might make preparations in advance, Yang Fan waited early in the nearby mountains and forests.

Therefore, the old man was unaware of Yang Fan's backup plan.

"Creak!"

Pushing open the door of the mountain god temple, Yang Fan went inside and then froze there.

There was no other reason than that the old Taoist priest was already waiting in the mountain god temple.

Hundreds of rats were crawling around on one side.

"Oh, you're here!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and raised his head, scrutinizing Yang Fan repeatedly.

"Master, I'm late!"

Seeing the aggressive old Taoist priest, Yang Fan calmed down instead. He pretended to be frightened and hurriedly bowed to the old Taoist priest.

"Alright, let's skip all the formalities."

The old Taoist waved his hand, gesturing for Yang Fan to sit on a futon in front of him.

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment before sitting down obediently.

"Baby, it's been three months. How have you been doing on the mountain?"

To Yang Fan's surprise, the old Taoist priest did not ask about the wooden sword, but instead asked him how he was doing on the mountain.

"Master, your disciple is doing well. I'm now in charge of the mine. As for that wooden sword..."

Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, the old Taoist waved his hand.

"Child, there's no rush about the wooden sword. Your master is just very curious."

The old Taoist priest scrutinized Yang Fan, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"How many things are you still hiding from me?"