Villainous Revenge, From Dawn Till Dusk

"Zhao Erhu, I'll curse your ancestors!"

Leaving the Spirit Field area, Shen Fan stood in a desolate, empty valley, his chest burning with rage like a volcanic eruption, venting his pent-up frustration.

"BOOM—!"

Shen Fan suddenly threw a punch, hitting a thick, sturdy tree with great force, making the entire valley seem to tremble slightly.

"Swish swish swish—!!"

The tree trunk swayed slightly, and fallen leaves fluttered down like snowflakes, as if lamenting the oppression and tension of the moment.

"If I don't get revenge for this, I, Shen Fan, swear I'm not human!"

Shen Fan turned his head, his gaze sharp as a torch. The place where the Spirit Field was located seemed to transform into a cold grave in his eyes, burying his humiliation and anger.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late!"

Shen Fan gritted his teeth, his gaze as cold as ice, filled with a strong killing intent, and resolutely walked towards the Waste Elixir Chamber.

Upon returning to the Waste Elixir Chamber, Shen Fan was restless, like an ant on a hot pan. The scene of Zhao Erhu publicly humiliating him repeatedly flashed through his mind, each moment piercing his heart like a needle.

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late!"

Shen Fan kept muttering to himself, trying to calm himself down with these words, but the anger in his heart only burned hotter.

Suddenly, Shen Fan sprang up, his eyes wide open, and roared, "But I'm not some damn gentleman!"

"A gentleman's revenge is never too late, a villain's revenge is from morning till night!"

"Then again, a gentleman doesn't let grudges fester overnight; revenge should be taken that very night!"

"Moreover, this is a perilous cultivation world; whether I can even live for another ten years is uncertain!"

With this thought, Shen Fan no longer hesitated. He immediately got up and took out his Universe Pouch from the storage room.

Then, he chanted incantations and summoned two Corpse Puppets.

"My good brothers, I'm counting on you!"

Shen Fan patted Baishitong and Biaozi heavily on the shoulders, his eyes full of anticipation.

Next, Shen Fan activated the incantations for controlling Corpse Puppets from the Nine Nether Corpse Refinement Art, chanting:

"Nine Nether power shatters the firmament, Corpse Puppets heed the command to slay evil spirits!"

As the incantation fell, the two Corpse Puppets suddenly opened their scarlet eyes, emitting a chilling aura.

"Go!" Shen Fan shouted sternly.

Biaozi and Baishitong instantly dropped to all fours and lunged forward like ferocious beasts, agilely maneuvering within the small Waste Elixir Chamber.

At the same time, Shen Fan immediately felt the spells and techniques cultivated by the two puppets through the Corpse Refinement Art.

"Baishitong, Dragon Grasp!"

Shen Fan's mind stirred. Baishitong dropped to all fours, executed a sliding tackle, suddenly turned, and clawed fiercely at the empty space.

"Boom!"

The claw tore through the air with a sound like thunder, its power astonishing Shen Fan.

"Biaozi, Wind Blade Art!" Shen Fan commanded again.

Biaozi rolled on the spot, stabilized his stance, and unleashed a Wind Blade Art with a flick of his wrist.

The wind blade, like a cold gleam, struck the wall. Although it was blocked by a Formation, its power was not to be underestimated, and the wall vibrated slightly.

Shen Fan discovered that under his control, the combat effectiveness of these Corpse Puppets was actually stronger than when they were alive.

He pondered for a moment and suddenly realized, "It seems that after becoming Corpse Puppets, they have no consciousness, so they are completely fearless of death. This is why their inherent strength is so formidable!"

After testing the power of the two Corpse Puppets, Shen Fan felt a bit more confident.

However, he didn't rush to the Spirit Field but continued to prepare.

Everything had to be foolproof. This action was his first proactive move, and there was no room for error.

Besides the two Corpse Puppets, Shen Fan's own offensive techniques were only the Azure Water Fire Ward and the Flame Serpent Art.

Among these, the Azure Water Fire Ward had a defensive effect, but it was negligible; its main purpose was to dispel Fire Poison.

Shen Fan's most effective offensive technique was the Flame Serpent Art. But now, he only had four Fire Poison Demon Cores left.

To ensure everything was foolproof, Shen Fan immediately went out and, taking advantage of the sunset when Fire Mosquitoes were active, prepared to gather more Fire Poison Demon Cores.

It was evening, the perfect time for Fire Mosquitoes to emerge.

Shen Fan, holding a large net, weaved through the grass like a phantom, easily capturing over thirty Fire Mosquitoes.

He then returned to the Waste Elixir Chamber and began refining them into Corpse Puppets.

Fire Mosquitoes were only Tier 1 demonic beasts with low strength, making the refinement of Corpse Puppets relatively simple.

By midnight, Shen Fan had refined over thirty Fire Mosquitoes into Corpse Puppets.

He then had them cultivate, filling their Demon Cores with Fire Poison power, and then killed them.

In this way, Shen Fan easily obtained over thirty Fire Poison Demon Cores.

Adding these up, Shen Fan now had a total of forty Fire Poison Demon Cores.

Glancing at the time, Shen Fan thought that everyone at the Spirit Field should be asleep by now, making it the perfect time to act.

After preparing everything, Shen Fan, carrying his Universe Pouch and clad in a black cloak, moved like a phantom of the night, silently heading towards the Spirit Field.

At this moment, the Spirit Field was utterly silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the stillness.

Shen Fan had been here for three years, and he knew every inch of the place like the back of his hand.

During the day, the entrances and exits were guarded, but at night, there were no people, only spirit beasts on patrol.

To avoid alerting anyone, Shen Fan bypassed the main entrances and took a hidden path up the mountain.

If he hadn't spent three years here, tonight's operation wouldn't have been so easy.

Looking at the familiar Spirit Field and the houses nestled in the mountainside, all the disciple laborers at the Spirit Field had already retired for the night.

Shen Fan, familiar with the layout, made his way to Zhao Erhu's residence.

Unlike the other disciple laborers, this guy had a courtyard with three entrances and three rooms.

The courtyard was pitch black at the moment; he could only sneak in by the moonlight.

Shen Fan's heart was pounding in his chest, and he trod with extreme caution with every step.

But just as he approached the room where Zhao Erhu usually stayed, a furious roar suddenly erupted from inside.

"Who's there? How dare you sneak attack me?"

In the darkness, two figures clashed violently within the room, the sound of their struggle tearing through the air.

Immediately after, a figure was thrown out of the window, landing precisely at Shen Fan's feet.

Focusing his gaze, Shen Fan's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed, "Duan..."

Before Shen Fan could finish, Zhao Erhu burst through the window, a figure clutched in his right hand, letting out a triumphant laugh.

"You little thief, daring to assassinate your Lord Tiger? You must be tired of living!"

Zhao Erhu landed in the courtyard and looked at the figure in his hand by the moonlight.

"Hm?" Zhao Erhu's brow furrowed, and he was greatly surprised.

"A Corpse Puppet?"

The person in his hand was struggling, baring its teeth, and it was clearly a Corpse Puppet.

"A bastard from the Nether Corpse Sect?"

"Hahaha..."

Upon seeing this, Zhao Erhu didn't show any fear; instead, he became excited.

"Talk about a gift arriving from afar! If I kill you, I can claim merit. The Nether Corpse Sect! How many Contribution Points will this be worth to me!"