Joining Forces

"Physical strength strikes the Eighth-Order..."

Zhao Qianjue shocked.

Only after fighting him in person did he realize the terrifying explosive power hidden within this seemingly young prodigy.

Seeing the young man opposite him darken his gaze, he clenched his right hand into a fist again, and the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth frantically converged towards his fist, with a faint flow of life and Life-and-Death Dao Resonance.

Zhao Qianjue's heart skipped a beat, and he dared not put on airs as the head of a major sect anymore.

He quickly suppressed the Crimson Sun True Fire emanating from his body and spoke loudly.

"Fellow Daoist, please hold your hand! Zhao Qianjue, the Blazing Sun Sect Master, and I have no ill intentions whatsoever!"

The sound rolled on and echoed through the valley.

Chen Fan's fist, which was suspended in mid-air, paused slightly.

He sized up the middle-aged man with red hair and a long robe, his expression a mixture of scrutiny and mockery.

"The Blazing Sun Sect Master? One of the six major powers in Profound Nether Main City?"

Chen Fan folded his fists and crossed his arms, tilting his head and sneering.

"You sneak up on my Blackstone Mountain in the middle of the night and set it on fire, and you call that malicious? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child who's so easy to fool?"

Zhao Qianjue's lips twitched slightly.

At just over ten years old, in this Great Wilderness world, the bone age is indeed not much different from that of a three-year-old child.

But if this combat power were considered that of a child, all the powerful beings in the world could have smashed their heads against a stubborn rock and died.

"I was merely probing the situation. If I have offended you, I apologize." Zhao Qianjue a deep breath, quickly suppressing his shock, and went straight to the point, "Let's not beat around the bush. That old dog Wu Sha has returned to the sect severely injured and has now fully activated the Ten-Thousand Fiends Subduing Demon Grand Formation, sealing off the mountain for seclusion."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, but didn't reply, simply watching his performance quietly.

Seeing Zhao Qianjue took half a step forward and lowered his voice.

"That old bastard 'Golden Core was shattered by you, and his physical body is mangled. He'll need to go into seclusion for at least several decades to barely stabilize his injuries. Right now, the Black Fiend Gate is leaderless, making it its weakest point in hundreds of years."

"So what?" Chen Fan asked calmly. "What does this have to do with me? If he dares to mess with me again, I'll naturally tear down his doghouse. If he doesn't mess with me, I won't bother making this long journey."

Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken.

Greed flashed in Zhao Qianjue's eyes.

"The Ten-Thousand Fiends Subduing Demon Grand Formation is a top- Eighth-Order sect-protecting formation. Wu Sha is hiding inside, using the sect's earth veins to heal his injuries. Once he recovers, given that old demon's vengeful nature, he will definitely join forces with other forces to make a comeback. Rather than waiting to be killed, it's better to nip it in the bud!"

Chen Fan glanced at him sideways. "You want to drag me into this?"

"Exactly!"

Zhao Qianjue clapped his hands and sneered.

"The Black Fiend Gate has operated south of Profound Nether Main City for three hundred years, and its treasury is overflowing with High-Grade Spirit Stones and cultivation resources of the Seventh Rank and above. Not to mention the Middle-Grade Fire Vein suppressed beneath its sect's grounds."

At this point, Zhao Qianjue held up two fingers.

"Let's join forces and break through the Black Fiend Gate! After breaking the formation, the core Formation Disk of the Myriad Fiends Subduing Demon Array, as well as the spiritual herbs and pills in the treasury, will belong to my Blazing Sun Sect. As for all the mines, territories, and other Spirit Treasure treasures and weapons under the Black Fiend Gate's control, they will all belong to your Fire Crow Tribe!"

"Two times one equals five, what do you think, fellow Daoist?"

The night wind whistled.

Looking at Zhao Qianjue's ambitious face, Chen Fan couldn't help but mutter "old fox" to himself.

They were calculating their moves, all because they valued his ability to break through formations and his ferocious power to strike at the Eighth-Order. They wanted to use him as a heavy hammer to clear the obstacles for their Blazing Sun Sect to annex the Black Fiend Gate.

The Black Fiend Gate's formation was difficult to break through, and the Wu Sha was like a cornered beast fighting desperately. Zhao Qianjue dared not go head-on, so he wanted to drag someone who could fight him down with him.

But...

Chen Fan glanced inward at the slowly rotating nascent Divine Kingdom within his Dantian.

If a clone wants to quickly gather Fortune and comprehend the Mortal World Karma in this realm, it would be too slow to remain confined to this small patch of land on Blackstone Mountain.

The main city's territory will be taken over sooner or later.

Someone offered to be his guide, even willing to share the burden of breaking through the enemy lines. Why not take this free labor?

"The land is mine, the mine is mine." Chen Fan stretched, a slow grin spreading across his face, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "Plus, that old bastard Wu Sha's Storage Ring."

Zhao Qianjue.

"The old monster's Storage Ring is filled with the Black Fiend Gate's inherited secret techniques..."

"You won't give it to me? Then forget it." Chen Fan turned to leave. "Anyway, Wu Sha's injury is to his Golden Core, I'm not in a hurry. I'll interrupt him again when he comes out of seclusion."

"Make a deal!"

Zhao Qianjue gritted his teeth and agreed.

Compared to the entire territory and resources of the Black Fiend Gate, the loss of a single Storage Ring is still within acceptable limits.

"Happy."

Chen Fan turned around, looking down at Zhao Qianjue from his superior position, and casually waved his hand.

"I will be there on time at dawn three days from now, in Black Fiend Gate in Profound Nether Main City. Go back and prepare your magic weapon for breaking the formation; don't let it hold me back."

Zhao Qianjue gave the young man before him a deep look, then cupped his hands and said, "I will be waiting for you at the city gate in three days!"

After speaking, a burst of firelight appeared, and Zhao Qianjue transformed into a crimson rainbow, tearing through the Ye Mu and speeding away.

The night sky returned to tranquility.

Chen Fan gracefully descended from mid-air, landing steadily on the stone steps.

The short, stout priest scrambled forward, his face pale, and asked in a low voice.

"Chief... Chief, was that the Blazing Sun Sect Master just now? You really want to join forces with him to attack the Profound Nether Main City?"

Chen Fan casually grabbed the freshly refilled bottle of coarse liquor from the table, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp, letting the pungent aroma explode in his throat.

"What the hell are you talking about attacking the main city for!"

Chen Fan glanced sideways at the short, fat priest who was slumped on the ground, trembling, and then lightly kicked his plump buttocks.

"Profound Nether Main City spans 30,000 li, with six major forces deeply entrenched in the region. If we were to conquer them all, our small force wouldn't even be enough to clean up the training grounds."

The short, stout priest was kicked and rolled half a circle on the spot. He hurriedly got up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and forced a dry laugh.

"This old servant only thought that Zhao Qianjue menacing that he thought you, Chief, were really going to lead us into a hornet's nest..."

"Zhao Qianjue to use us as pawns, and incidentally, use us to do his dirty work."

Chen Fan placed the rough pottery bowl in his hand on the stone table and calmly surveyed the tribal elder hunters who had gathered around him.

"But no matter how clever his plan, it can't change one fact—I shattered that old dog Wu Sha's Golden Core."

The Fire Crow Tribe, who had been holding their breath, were all taken aback.

"Wu Sha is currently hiding in the Black Fiend Gate, keeping his head down and refusing to come out. This is the perfect opportunity to remove this thorn in our side."

Chen Fan placed one hand on the hilt of the bone knife at his waist. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"On this trip, we will only attack the Black Fiend Gate, slay the Wu Sha, smash their mountain gate, seize their spirit mines, occupy their territory, and from now on, the Fire Crow Tribe's camp will be located on the spirit vein of the Profound Nether Main City!"