Wild Dogs

Looking at these two conditions, Yang Fan almost cursed.

This old man clearly harbors some deep-seated hatred.

He knew he would never be able to avenge himself if he died, so he could only use this method to drag others down with him.

Upon closer reflection, Yang Fan could understand.

After all, being able to kill him would prove that this person is stronger than him.

Leaving a blood mark still offers the possibility of revenge.

"My enemy is in the Blood Fiend Sect. His name is Xue Ji, and he is a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator... at least he was a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator before I left the Blood Fiend Sect."

"This man stole my cultivation partner, robbed me of my opportunities, ruined my appearance, and destroyed my foundation. I will never let him live under the same sky..."

The old Taoist priest was clearly furious when he wrote this; the letter was filled with rage.

However, his writing softened towards the end.

"His wife, Lianhua, and I are deeply in love. I left a keepsake of us at the bottom of the jade box. When you arrive at the Blood Fiend Sect, you can use that keepsake to find her."

"She will help you!"

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Since I have already died at your hands, this is my fate, and I will not complain about heaven or others."

"I still have some resources left in the Blood Fiend Sect. Once you join the Blood Fiend Sect, I'll give them to you."

At the end of the letter, the old Taoist priest was clearly somewhat disheartened.

"You bastard!"

Upon reaching the end of the letter, Yang Fan finally couldn't hold back and burst into a tirade of curses.

That old Taoist priest makes it sound so easy!

The Blood Fiend Sect doesn't seem like a legitimate sect at all; if he infiltrates it, he'll likely face considerable trouble.

More importantly, the solution the old Taoist priest mentioned is not easy to implement.

"The Blood Spirit Technique sounds like a high-level secret technique of the Blood Fiend Sect. How could I possibly have learned it?"

"Secondly, although Xue Ji said in the letter that he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, this old Taoist was obviously driven away by the other party."

"Who knows what year this happened? What if this Blood Extreme has already reached the Core Formation stage..."

Yang Fan kept shaking his head.

"I'm only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and you expect me to deal with a Core Formation cultivator?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He threw the letter into the fire beside him.

"I'll search the sect thoroughly first. If I can find a solution, I won't go to this Blood Fiend Sect."

As for avenging the old Taoist priest?

Are you kidding me!

Yang Fan wished he could bring the old Taoist priest back to life and kill him again!

"By the way, let's see what else is in the jade box."

Yang Fan thought for a moment, then continued to flip through the jade box.

Not long after, he took out a lotus-shaped jade pendant from the jade box. The front of the pendant had the character "Han" and the back had the character "Xiao".

"This woman's surname is Xiao. Hopefully, after all this time, your old flame is still willing to help you."

Yang Fan sighed and carefully put the jade pendant away.

Besides the jade pendant, there was also a map at the very back of the jade box.

When Yang Fan opened the map, he noticed a special mark in the corner, which was clearly where he stored his supplies.

"I wonder what kind of resources this old Taoist has. I'll just have to find out where the Blood Fiend Sect is when I get back."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Fan completely destroyed the old Taoist's corpse and walked out of the now completely ruined mountain god temple.

The mountain god temple has been destroyed, but thankfully we won't have to come here again.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and glanced at Xu Family Village in the distance.

After a while, he flew silently toward Xu Family Village.

The closer Yang Fan got to Xu Family Village, the more uneasy he became.

He didn't know whether he should go in to see his mother and sister.

After a while, he stopped outside his house.

It was already late at night, and her mother and sister had long since gone to sleep.

Yang Fan sighed, then silently flew into the room.

A bitter look flashed in Yang Fan's eyes as he glanced at his still sickly mother.

He really wanted to stay and be with his family.

But just now, he fully understood the weight of the words "there is a difference between immortals and mortals".

Once he embarked on this path, there was no turning back.

Qingyun Temple will not allow him to retreat!

The old Taoist priest wouldn't allow him to back down!

He himself doesn't want to back out!

"Thump!"

Yang Fan knelt down and kowtowed to his mother.

"Mother, take care. Please forgive your unfilial son!"

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he forced himself to stand up, suppressing his grief.

The moonlight shone on his mother and sister's faces. Yang Fan gritted his teeth and placed a bag of gold and silver and several bottles of pills beside their pillows.

These pills are all for strengthening the body's foundation, nourishing vital energy, and prolonging life.

After taking these pills, Mother's illness will be completely cured.

With this gold and silver, they could move to town and live a life free from want.

Yang Fan bit his fingertip, using his finger as a pen and ink as blood, and left a letter on the white silk.

Firstly, I wanted to let them know I was safe and sound, so they could rest assured.

Secondly, it's also to leave something for my mother to remember me by.

They must have been so worried when I disappeared for three months.

Yang Fan gently patted his little sister's head and walked out of the room.

The noise at the door startled the younger sister, who got up and saw a figure walk out of the room.

For some reason, the moment she saw that figure, she instinctively felt a sense of familiarity.

"Brother, is that you?"

The younger sister got up and chased after him outside the room.

"call!"

Yang Fan let out a long breath and immediately flew away on his sword into the distance.

"What's wrong?"

The mother was startled awake and followed her out.

"Mom, my brother just got back!"

The younger sister said excitedly.

"I wish your brother were back."

Mother sighed helplessly.

It's been three months. Why has Fan'er been gone for so long?

"Really, I really saw my brother."

The younger sister said defiantly.

She had clearly seen that figure just now; it was so familiar and so dear.

"Stop overthinking, go back to sleep."

As she spoke, the mother pulled her younger sister into the room.

But when they saw the package and pills by the bedside, they were immediately horrified.

"This is!"

The younger sister hurriedly picked up the white silk and began to read it.

"Mother, brother, brother is going far away to cultivate immortality, and he may never come back."

What?

Taking the white cloth and looking at the blood-written letter, the mother felt both anxious and relieved.

The best news was that my son was safe and sound, but when I saw that he was going to cultivate immortality and that we would be separated forever, with no chance to meet again, I burst into tears.

Yang Fan, who was flying into the distance, was also heartbroken. He tilted his head back to keep his tears from falling.

He carried far too much karma on his shoulders, so much so that even his mother and sister could lose their lives if they were to come into contact with it.

He couldn't leave this karma to his family!

After a while, he stopped crying and calmed himself down.

Once his mind had finally calmed down, he flew towards the direction of the sect.