Wild Dogs

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Xue Ming was clearly doubting himself.

"Elder, this is truly something I obtained. These medicinal herbs were indeed obtained by this disciple."

Seeing Yang Fan say this, Xue Ming nodded.

"I know you got it, but the key question is, how did you get it?"

"Does that mean all these medicinal herbs grow in one place, so you can just pick them as you please? How is that possible?"

"Tell me, who exactly helped you? Who are you colluding with?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems that Xue Ming clearly regarded him as a spy from another sect.

Seeing this, Yang Fan hurriedly explained, almost swearing an oath, but Xue Ming simply wouldn't believe him.

Seeing that Xue Ming was staring intently at him, preparing to kill him, Yang Fan gritted his teeth and could only kneel down with a thud.

Although being forced into this situation was humiliating, Yang Fan couldn't care less about anything else; he had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure to save his life.

"Elder, I will confess honestly."

Hearing Yang Fan say this, Xue Ming nodded.

"Okay, tell me what happened, how did you get so many medicinal herbs?"

Then Yang Fan began to explain.

"Actually, I only intended to try my luck on the third floor this time. I did manage to collect some medicinal herbs when I got there, but not this many."

"Then I saw blood servants fighting in several other places."

Then Yang Fan recounted what he had encountered at the herb garden.

However, in Yang Fan's description, it was the Blood Witch Sect who set up the formation against the Corpse Gu Sect, while the Corpse Gu Sect members fought below with two corpse puppets.

In the end, both sides suffered heavy losses, with only one member of the Blood Witch Sect on the verge of death.

Seeing this, Yang Fan went up and finished off the Blood Witch Sect disciple. Only after killing him did he find so many medicinal herbs on his body.

After hearing Yang Fan's words, Xue Ming was still somewhat skeptical.

"Is it really that simple?"

Yang Fan nodded repeatedly.

"Elder, if I were truly a traitor, how could I possibly lie about such a matter?"

"Moreover, I can assure you that this disciple truly has no cultivation."

"If it weren't for luck, I wouldn't have been so fortunate to gather so many medicinal herbs."

"In my opinion, the other companies probably have ulterior motives, otherwise they wouldn't have prepared so many backup plans."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming pondered for a long time before nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, you're right."

He had been wondering why, after Yang Fan took out so many medicinal herbs, people from the other major sects all surrounded him and insisted on searching his body.

Now he understood; it seemed those old fogies had indeed tampered with the Blood Servant.

Since their men hadn't come out, they suspected Yang Fan was behind it, so they searched him but found nothing, which is why they stopped.

Thinking about it that way, he realized it made sense.

If Yang Fan is indeed an inside agent of one of the other factions, wouldn't the other factions be making a fool of themselves by doing this?

The more Xue Ming thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, which softened his gaze towards Yang Fan slightly.

The killing intent in his eyes subsided slightly, but he didn't rush to let Yang Fan go. Instead, he let out a cold snort.

"Okay, I'll believe what you say for now."

"But let me tell you, if I find out you've done anything wrong, I'll be the first to clean house."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Since Xue Ming has brought this up, it means he doesn't want to kill him anymore. As long as he doesn't die, there's still a chance.

Yang Fan immediately kowtowed repeatedly to Xue Ming.

"Thank you, Elder! Thank you, Elder!"

Yang Fan lowered his head, but his heart was filled with extreme resentment.

He will repay the humiliation of today to Xue Ming in the future, and make him pay the price.

Having witnessed the threat earlier, Xue Ming felt much more at ease with Yang Fan.

He continued flying on his sword indifferently, carrying Yang Fan towards the Blood Fiend Sect.

As he flew, he turned his head to look at Yang Fan.

"Would you be interested in becoming my disciple?"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

His original intention was to join the Blood Extreme faction.

But seeing Xue Ming's unfriendly gaze, he quickly lowered his head.

"This disciple is willing."

Then, quite tactfully, he called out "Master".

Seeing that Yang Fan was so cooperative, Xue Ming was very satisfied.

"Very good. From now on, you will cultivate with me and no longer need to stay in the herb garden."

"However, as for the cultivation method, you can choose for yourself at that time."

"However, your cave dwelling must remain with me."

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

According to the rules of the Blood Fiend Sect, most disciples' cave dwellings are actually separate from those of the elders, each having its own area.

But this time, Xue Ming actually asked him to move his cave dwelling next to his own, which is rather unusual.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan could only cautiously look at Xue Ming and cup his hands in greeting.

"Master, it would be better if I moved to a more distant place, so as not to disturb your peaceful cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming glanced at Yang Fan.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Oh? What's wrong? Don't you want to be closer to your master?"

Yang Fan quickly shook his head.

"No, of course I wouldn't dare, I'm just afraid of disturbing Master's peaceful cultivation."

Upon hearing this, Xue Ming glanced at Yang Fan and then snorted coldly.

"Kid, you'd better not try anything funny."

"Master, although I have a good temper, it doesn't mean I can forgive you again and again."

"If you anger me, you'll regret it."

Yang Fan understood that Xue Ming was giving him an ultimatum, so he could only obediently and respectfully bow to Xue Ming.

"Master's kindness is too much for your disciple to bear."

"This disciple is willing to set up his cave dwelling near Master, so that he can listen to Master's teachings morning and evening."

Seeing how sensible Yang Fan was, Xue Ming was very satisfied. He nodded repeatedly and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder.

"That's right. As long as you do your job honestly from now on, your master will not treat you unfairly."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan nodded, but deep down he remained extremely wary of Xue Ming.

Why would they let him move to Xue Ming's place out of the blue? It would be strange if there wasn't something fishy going on.

Yang Fan pondered, but he didn't dare say anything, and just lowered his head and behaved himself.

And so, Xue Ming led Yang Fan towards the Blood Fiend Sect.

Along the way, Xue Ming would occasionally give Yang Fan some pointers, telling him what he should pay attention to after becoming his disciple.

These teachings weren't too complicated, and Yang Fan listened to most of them and roughly understood the gist of it.

However, he never let his guard down.

Who knows what tricks Xue Ming is up to?

When they went there, Yang Fan and the others were carried by corpse puppets, so their speed was not very fast.

However, thanks to Xue Ming's flying sword, the journey back was relatively smooth, and they quickly returned to the Blood Fiend Sect.

Upon arriving at the Blood Fiend Sect, Xue Ming nodded to Yang Fan.

"Go to Corpse Puppet Peak."

Tell them it was my arrangement.

Then he tossed a token to Yang Fan.

"They will arrange accommodation for you when the time comes."

"I'll go and tell your current master."

After saying that, Xue Ming left without waiting for Yang Fan's reply.

Corpse Puppet Peak, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

No wonder Xue Ming found so many corpse puppets to carry them to the Blood Cave; it turns out that Xue Ming himself was an elder on Corpse Puppet Peak.

This seems to be quite troublesome.

Compared to the other peaks, Corpse Puppet Peak was the one Yang Fan least wanted to go to.

It's eerie up there; you might lose your life in there.