Wild Dogs

As he spoke, Senior Brother Tong patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and carefully lowered his voice.

"Junior brother, this is a great job! There are rewards on Corpse Puppet Peak from time to time, and you might even get one."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan remained calm on the surface, but his mind was racing with thoughts.

Although Senior Brother Tong spoke nicely, Yang Fan believed that Corpse Puppet Peak was definitely not simple.

Putting everything else aside, Corpse Puppet Peak is the main peak specifically for refining corpse puppets.

He had previously read from the jade slip that the disciples on the peak mainly focused on refining corpse puppets.

Because there weren't enough corpses, the disciples of Corpse Puppet Peak had to go down the mountain from time to time to rob tombs and steal the corpses of powerful figures to replenish their supplies.

Now this Senior Brother Tong actually wants him to carry the corpse up there, and Yang Fan can't help but grin.

"Senior brother, I have no cultivation at all. It's probably not appropriate for me to carry you up the mountain like this."

Upon hearing this, Senior Brother Tong shook his head repeatedly.

"No need, junior brother, I think you're perfect for the role."

Then he took out a booklet and handed it to Yang Fan.

"This is a set of basic techniques from our Blood Fiend Sect. You can learn from it; consider it a reward for your hard work this time."

"Although your spiritual root aptitude is very poor, being a hidden spiritual root of the five elements, you can still cultivate occasionally."

"Consider this a favor to your senior brother; you'll definitely reap the rewards later."

As he spoke, Senior Brother Tong looked at Yang Fan intently.

"Junior brother, you're not thinking of rejecting me, are you?"

Seeing the other person's somewhat serious expression, Yang Fan knew that if he refused any longer, the person might turn hostile.

Thinking of this, he could only nod and sigh helplessly.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, it wouldn't be right for me not to go, so I'll go."

As he spoke, Yang Fan picked up the corpse lying beside him.

Upon seeing this, Senior Brother Tong immediately beamed with joy and pointed in a direction.

"Look, do you see that main peak? That's Corpse Puppet Peak."

"You don't need a token. Just carry the corpse up there, and people will know you're delivering a corpse, so they won't stop you."

After saying that, Senior Brother Tong patted Yang Fan on the shoulder heavily.

Yang Fan sighed helplessly and could only carry the corpse towards Corpse Puppet Peak.

After Yang Fan left, the smile on Senior Brother Tong's face gradually faded.

He crossed his arms, snorted coldly, and spat on the ground.

"This is really troublesome. I might not even survive a trip to Corpse Puppet Peak."

"You go and scout ahead."

"If Corpse Puppet Peak goes berserk and tries to turn living people into corpse puppets, you'll be the one who suffers."

After saying that, Senior Brother Tong immediately turned around and flew away, completely disregarding whether Yang Fan lived or died.

On the other side, Yang Fan carried the corpse toward Corpse Puppet Peak.

He had already learned about the situation of Corpse Puppet Peak from the jade slip.

Most of the disciples of Corpse Puppet Peak are eccentric in temperament.

Perhaps because they had been refining corpse puppets for many years, and most of the disciples who went to Corpse Puppet Peak were not very talented, the disciples of Corpse Puppet Peak were all somewhat twisted in their minds.

As Yang Fan walked, he pondered the situations he might encounter at Corpse Puppet Peak.

Just then, a burst of giggles came from the side.

"Isn't this the Blood Servant that was taken away by Senior Brother Yaoyuan? What are you doing here?"

Yang Fan quickly looked in the direction from which the laughter came.

Then he saw the Fairy Hibiscus who had chosen him earlier walking over with several men.

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan felt a chill and hurriedly placed the corpse aside, then clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Fairy Furong.

"I have met the Fairy Hibiscus."

Hearing that Yang Fan still remembered her name, the woman smiled even more happily.

"I didn't expect you to still remember my name. That's wonderful."

The fairy-like woman walked up to Yang Fan with a smile, reached out and hooked his chin, looking at him with fiery eyes.

"Young master, you're making me so hungry! When will you come to our Hehuan Peak? If you're willing, I'll take you away right now."

Hearing the words of the Fairy Hibiscus, Yang Fan felt a chill in his heart.

He glanced at the men behind Fairy Hibiscus out of the corner of his eye, and felt slightly nervous.

The reason was simple: the men behind Fairy Hibiscus were all emaciated, as if they had been drained dry.

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine; it seemed these men had already become the so-called "dregs" of the medicine.

Yang Fan didn't want to be drained dry by these vixens, so he quickly forced a smile and took a step back.

"Of course I want to go to Hehuan Peak, but Senior Brother Tong has given the order, and I cannot disobey. Please forgive me, Fairy Furong."

"Senior Brother Tong? So you've already become a disciple of Patriarch Xue Yin Yin?"

Upon hearing Yang Fan's words, Fairy Furong's expression changed slightly, and her gaze towards Yang Fan became clearer.

"Yes, the Blood Yin Ancestor has accepted me as his disciple."

Yang Fan suddenly had a flash of inspiration and hurriedly used the Blood Yin technique to frighten the Hibiscus Fairy.

Although this Fairy Hibiscus is incredibly audacious, she probably wouldn't dare to drain this disciple of the medicine garden dry.

Sure enough, after looking Yang Fan over, Fairy Hibiscus nodded.

"Very well, since you've already been accepted as a disciple by the Blood Yin Ancestor, it's not appropriate for you to come with me."

"You stay here obediently in the herb garden for now, and I'll take you to Hehuan Peak for some fun when I have the chance."

As she spoke, she gently pinched Yang Fan's cheek.

Yang Fan could only stand aside with a forced smile.

Then he looked at the few dregs of medicine behind him.

Seeing Yang Fan looking at the several emaciated men, Fairy Hibiscus smiled.

"What? You know someone in there?"

Yang Fan stiffened and quickly shook his head.

No, no.

He stood respectfully to the side, saying nothing more.

Then the fairy, named Hibiscus, led the men away from there.

After the Fairy Hibiscus had gone far away, Yang Fan sighed helplessly, then carried the corpse on his back and walked towards Corpse Puppet Peak.

The Blood Fiend Sect is much more troublesome than he thought.

One of the men in that group was Blood Servant who had come up the mountain with him.

When he went up the mountain, the man was full of energy and handsome, but now he looks emaciated and has been drained of his life force, and he looks like he will die soon.

Although Hehuan Peak is not as brutal as other peaks, it can kill without shedding blood, and if you are drained dry, you will not live long.

"A beautiful woman of sixteen or seventeen, her body as soft as butter, with a sword at her waist to slay fools. Though no heads fall, she secretly drains their marrow."

Yang Fan recited two lines of a poem he had heard before, and while carrying the corpse on his back, he walked towards Corpse Puppet Peak, shaking his head with emotion.

The demonesses of Hehuan Peak are even more terrifying than ordinary women. If he were to cultivate with these demonesses, he would be completely drained in just a few days.