Wild Dogs

The disciple spoke in a calm tone, not intentionally trying to mock Yang Fan.

He genuinely believed that Yang Fan wasn't strong enough and that going out would be suicide, which is why he said that.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan smiled slightly.

"Senior brother, although I am only at the first level of Qi Refining, I can still do some odd jobs. If all else fails, I can assist the other senior brothers."

As he spoke, Yang Fan smiled and handed his senior brother a spirit stone.

Even though it's just a spirit stone, nobody complains about having too much money.

After weighing the spirit stone in his hand, the senior brother looked at Yang Fan with surprise.

"Hey bro, are you really that desperate? Do you really have to go and get yourself killed?"

"Take my advice, senior brother. Going out with your strength is just suicide."

"If I give you this task, and something happens to you, the elders will blame me."

This person didn't mean any harm; they simply thought Yang Fan wasn't good enough.

Yang Fan smiled.

"Senior brother, I haven't taken on any missions yet. I need to get used to it first. I'll take on missions myself when my cultivation level is higher."

"If all else fails, senior brother, do you know any other senior brothers who have taken on tasks? I can assist them."

As he spoke, Yang Fan took out another spirit stone.

The disciple thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Alright, since you've put it this way, it wouldn't be right not to give you something to do. There just happens to be a task that needs someone to help out."

As he spoke, the man walked to the side, took a wooden plaque from a densely packed wall, and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Here, in six days, five Qi Refining stage disciples will be hunting spirit beasts, and we need one more person to assist them in collecting beast cores. Take a look."

After taking the wooden plaque and glancing at it, Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

This task is perfect for him.

These five disciples, all at the eighth or ninth level of the Qi Refining stage, possessed considerable strength.

This time, they were hunting a group of level-one demonic beasts and needed someone to help them with chores.

However, their initial requirements were quite high; even those doing odd jobs had to be at least at the fourth or fifth level of the Qi Refining stage.

However, no disciple with such cultivation level would be willing to do menial tasks.

After accepting Yang Fan's spirit stones, this fellow disciple found him a good task.

Seeing this, Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll take this mission."

"Alright, meet at the sect square in six days, and we'll set off together."

Seeing that Yang Fan was satisfied, the disciple nodded and handed him a token.

"This is proof; otherwise, given your cultivation level, they probably wouldn't be willing to let you come along."

Yang Fan accepted the token politely and then left.

"These days, there are really a lot of reckless young men who don't know what's good for them."

After Yang Fan left, the man sneered.

Upon seeing a Foundation Establishment stage disciple enter, he immediately changed his demeanor, greeting him with a beaming smile.

Back in the cabin, Yang Fan kept a low profile for the next few days.

Since you've decided to fake your death, you should still make the necessary preparations.

Three days later, he rushed to the market.

"So, did you find the Illusionary Beast Grass?"

Yang Fan looked at the brother and sister anxiously.

"I have fulfilled my mission!"

Liang Feng smiled and handed Yang Fan a few medicinal herbs.

After taking the medicinal herbs and glancing at them, Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, it's a mythical beast grass."

Yang Fan gave them some spirit stones and then wanted to leave.

"Please wait, young master."

Just then, Liang Ling walked over, looking at Yang Fan expectantly.

"Young master, may I see what you look like?"

As Liang Ling spoke, she looked intently at Yang Fan.

He has been wearing a mask in the market all these days, and Liang Ling has not yet seen his real face.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Fan smiled and took off his mask.

Upon seeing the young and handsome boy beneath the mask, Liang Ling blushed slightly.

"Alright, I have something important to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Yang Fan put on the mask and prepared to leave.

"Young master, you must be careful on your journey."

Just then, Liang Feng suddenly reminded Yang Fan.

"Things have been a bit chaotic lately. A few days ago, a Taoist named Liaofan was dismembered into eight pieces, a truly tragic sight."

Dismembered into eight pieces?

Yang Fan was taken aback. He hadn't dismembered Liao Fan into eight pieces. It seemed that the two girls had done it.

After thinking about it, Yang Fan could understand.

The two young girls were naive and easily deceived, nearly losing their virginity, which naturally made them furious.

So when they woke up and saw Liao Fan bound there, they naturally felt all sorts of humiliation.

After hearing Liang Feng's description, Yang Fan felt a cold sweat run down his back.

The three men and two women subjected Liao Fan to all sorts of humiliation, torturing him to the point that he bit off his tongue and committed suicide before they stopped.

"This is really dangerous."

Liang Feng said with emotion, and Yang Fan nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll be careful."

After saying that, Yang Fan hurriedly left.

Back in the cabin, Yang Fan took out the Illusionary Beast Grass, a smile flashing in his eyes.

This magical beast grass cannot be used for alchemy, but it emits a unique scent.

This scent is undetectable to cultivators, but it is extremely attractive to demonic beasts.

Once released, it will attract many monsters.

Yang Fan planned to use the Illusionary Beast Grass to help him fake his death.

"With the Illusionary Beast Grass, we can attract demonic beasts!"

"I'll have Xiao Hei sneak in and pretend to attack me. Everyone else will be witnesses, so I can fake my death and escape smoothly."

As long as he 'dies' among the demonic beasts in front of the other Qi Refining disciples, he can leave Qingyun Temple without worrying about being investigated by the people of Qingyun Temple.

Although the Blood Fiend Sect and the Azure Cloud Temple are far apart, it would save him trouble if he could clean up the mess.

And it won't implicate your family members.

He patiently ground the magic beast grass into powder and then put it away.

Time flew by, and soon it was time to gather.

He packed his things and hurried towards the square of Qingyun Temple with the token in his hand.

When he arrived at the square, there were already five people waiting there.

Just as the senior brother from the mission hall said, these people's cultivation levels are all above the seventh level of Qi Refining, which is quite impressive.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan immediately went to meet him.

"I am Yang Fan, and I greet my fellow senior brothers and sisters."