Wild Dogs

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Fan's back, and he almost made a move.

But at the crucial moment, he forced himself to hold back.

Wait a minute, now is not the time to make a move. We need to lower this old Taoist's guard a bit.

"Master, I have nothing to hide from you!"

"Really!"

The old Taoist snorted coldly and stared at Yang Fan with an icy gaze.

"Are you really not hiding anything from me?"

"It is absolutely true. This disciple would not dare to hide anything from Master."

Yang Fan hurriedly put on a look of fear and trepidation as he looked at the old Taoist priest.

"Forget it, whether you hid it from me or not doesn't matter anymore."

The old Taoist waved his hand dismissively, seemingly unconcerned about these matters.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of doubt lingered in his heart.

Why is the old Taoist priest suddenly being so agreeable?

"By the way, did you get your hands on the wooden sword?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan shook his head slightly.

"That stealth talisman has limited power; I cannot enter Sword Forging Valley in a short time, so I simply cannot infiltrate it..."

Yang Fan hurriedly whispered, glancing furtively at the old Taoist priest as he spoke.

He had expected the old Taoist priest to fly into a rage, but to his surprise, the old priest only gave a cold laugh after hearing it.

This made Yang Fan feel uncertain.

"Master, rest assured, your disciple will do everything in his power to find a way to obtain the wooden sword..."

"Forget it, it's really too much for a lowly servant like you to do this kind of work."

The old Taoist waved his hand dismissively.

Yang Fan's heart sank to the bottom.

It would be one thing if the old Taoist priest were to fly into a rage, but this time he was unusually calm, almost abnormally so.

He looked at the old Taoist priest nervously, but to his surprise, the old Taoist priest was also looking at Yang Fan with a smile.

"Master!"

Yang Fan felt a sudden panic, and his hand instinctively reached for his waist, wanting to find the talisman.

"My child, your master has always had high hopes for you, but you have disappointed him!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head, looking quite wistful.

Yang Fan coughed nervously, looking at the old Taoist priest with a face full of fear.

"Master, I have tried my best, but Sword Forging Valley is indeed difficult to enter..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old Taoist priest shook his head repeatedly.

"Of course not. What disappoints me is that you haven't even reached the first level of Qi Refining in three months."

"I clearly gave you the cultivation technique, but you haven't practiced it properly. Tell me, how am I supposed to explain this to my sect?"

The old Taoist shook his head, looking at Yang Fan with a disappointed expression.

"Master, I... my spiritual root aptitude is too poor, and I have never been able to enter the first level of Qi Refining, which has disappointed you."

Yang Fan hurriedly explained, but the old Taoist just shook his head upon hearing this.

"Kid, don't lie to me. Even with a poor spiritual root, you should at least have reached the first level of Qi Refining in three months."

"The reason I saved you back then was because I discovered you had spiritual roots. Otherwise, do you think you would have survived?"

The old Taoist priest kept shaking his head and slowly stood up.

"Master, it's not that I haven't cultivated properly, it's just that I have a hidden spiritual root, which is no different from a useless spiritual root..."

"What?!"

The old Taoist roared angrily, and the surrounding rats immediately scurried to the side, their green eyes fixed on Yang Fan.

"Useless, utterly useless!"

The old Taoist priest could no longer tolerate it and kicked Yang Fan against the wall.

"Why did I choose you to go up the mountain!"

The old Taoist priest must have a special method to sense whether a person has spiritual roots.

Therefore, when they came to exterminate the Xu family, they noticed that Yang Fan had spiritual roots, which is why they saved him.

If Yang Fan didn't have spiritual roots, he would have been eaten clean by rats by then.

For this old Taoist priest, if he has no use for anything, then he is doomed.

"Master, don't worry, I will do everything I can to get the wooden sword back for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old Taoist priest let out a cold laugh.

"Forget it, there's no need for that. You can go and get the wooden sword yourself, Daoist."

Go get it yourself?

Yang Fan was taken aback.

This old Taoist priest was afraid to go up to Qingyun Temple, so why did he suddenly go up there himself?

"Master, what do you mean by this? Don't you need your disciple to help you with the wooden sword?"

Yang Fan asked cautiously, and the old Taoist chuckled upon hearing this.

"Of course, I still need you to help me carry the wooden sword, but what I really want is your body!"

"So what if you don't have spiritual roots? We'll use the Soul-Seizing Technique to devour your soul first, and then we'll possess another cultivator once we find a suitable one!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest pounced on Yang Fan like a vulture.

"Master, you......."

Yang Fan hurriedly called out, his hand already reaching for the storage bag at his waist.

"There's nothing I can do; as you can see, Master's body is nearing its end!"

"Master can't wait any longer, I have no choice but to use your body!"

The old Taoist priest spoke, standing only a few feet away from Yang Fan.

Just then, Yang Fan, who had been looking terrified, suddenly revealed a cold smile.

"So, Master, you're nearing your end too. Then let me see you off on your final journey!"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and at the same time, a golden light shone from his hand.

A moment later, a golden needle flew out and pierced towards the old Taoist's brow.

"Damn it, it's a talisman! Where did you get a talisman?!"

The old Taoist priest screamed in terror, retreating rapidly while trying to strike the small drum in his hand.

Yang Fan immediately blew a whistle.

"Boom!"

Little Black rushed in from outside the mountain god temple like lightning, bit the old Taoist's arm, and snatched his little drum away.

"Go to hell!"

As Yang Fan led Xiao Hei backward at breakneck speed, he threw out a large pile of talismans and the black pill, and then rushed out of the mountain god temple with Xiao Hei.

"boom!"

The sound of the explosion immediately echoed all around.

The mountain god temple couldn't withstand such a powerful explosion and was blown apart.

"Squeak!"

A group of rats screamed incessantly and fled in all directions.

Clearly, having lost the old man's control, the rat immediately fled in panic.

After a while, the flying needle talisman flew back.

Looking at the bloodstains on the talisman, Yang Fan smiled slightly, and then the smile turned into a loud laugh.

"Hahaha......"

"Old man, you're finally dead!"

The talisman was aimed at the old Taoist's forehead, and with so many talismans, it should be able to kill the old Taoist.

He was well aware of the power of the talisman; it could be said to be a one-hit kill.

After a while, when the poisonous smoke dissipated, Yang Fan strode towards the mountain god temple.

The old Taoist priest must have a lot of good stuff on him, and Yang Fan wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get his hands on these good things.

After a while, Yang Fan arrived outside the Mountain God Temple.

He didn't rush in, but instead peered inside. Seeing that the corpse inside was unable to move, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.

The old Taoist's body was burned to a crisp, clearly dead beyond any doubt; only the gourd remained.

"The gourd is still there, and it seems the contents of the gourd are still there too."

Yang Fan immediately reached out to grab the gourd.

Just then, the old Taoist priest suddenly moved, and a beam of dark light shot towards Yang Fan's chest.