"Zhao Erhu, I'll fuck your ancestors!"
After leaving the spirit field area, Shen Fan stood in the desolate, silent valley, the fury in his chest erupting like a volcano as he vented all his resentment.
"Boom—!"
Shen Fan suddenly threw a punch, smashing it heavily into a thick tree. The impact made the entire valley seem to tremble faintly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!"
The trunk swayed slightly, and leaves drifted down in flurries like snowflakes, as though telling of the suffocating tension in the air.
"If I do not avenge this grievance, I, Shen Fan, swear I am not human!"
Shen Fan turned his head, his gaze blazing. In his eyes, the spirit fields had become a cold graveyard, burying his humiliation and rage.
"A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years!"
Shen Fan gritted his teeth, his eyes icy and filled with killing intent as he resolutely headed toward the Waste Elixir Chamber.
After returning to the Waste Elixir Chamber, Shen Fan could neither sit nor stand still, like an ant on a hot pan. The scenes of Zhao Erhu wantonly humiliating him before everyone kept surfacing in his mind, each one stabbing his heart like a needle.
"A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years!"
Shen Fan muttered the words over and over, trying to calm himself, but the flames of anger in his heart only burned hotter.
Suddenly, Shen Fan sprang to his feet, his eyes wide as he roared, "But I'm no fucking gentleman!"
"A gentleman's revenge can wait ten years; a petty man takes revenge from dawn to dusk!"
"Then again, a gentleman never lets a grudge last overnight. If there's a grudge, it has to be settled that very night!"
"Besides, this is a cultivation world fraught with danger. Who knows whether I'll even live another ten years?"
With that thought, Shen Fan stopped hesitating. He immediately got up and took out the Universe Pouch from the storage room.
Then, he chanted under his breath and summoned the two corpse puppets.
"My good brothers, I'm counting on you!"
Shen Fan heavily patted Baishitong and Biaozi on the shoulders, his eyes full of expectation.
Next, Shen Fan circulated the incantation for controlling corpse puppets from the Nine Nether Corpse Refinement Art and began chanting:
"Power of the Nine Nether, shatter the vast heavens; corpse puppets, heed my command and slay evil spirits!"
As the spell fell, the two corpse puppets abruptly opened their scarlet eyes, radiating an aura that made one's blood run cold.
"Go!" Shen Fan shouted sharply.
Biaozi and Baishitong instantly dropped onto all fours and pounced forward like savage beasts, darting and twisting through the small Waste Elixir Chamber with agile movements.
At the same time, Shen Fan immediately sensed through the Corpse Refining Art the spells and cultivation techniques the two puppets had practiced in life.
"Baishitong, Dragon Grasp!"
With a thought from Shen Fan, Baishitong stayed on all fours, slid forward, abruptly spun around, and fiercely clawed at empty space.
"Boom!"
The claw strike ripped through the air with a sudden crack like thunder. Even Shen Fan was greatly startled by its power.
"Biaozi, Wind Blade Art!" Shen Fan commanded again.
Biaozi rolled across the ground. Once he steadied himself, he flicked his hand and unleashed a Wind Blade Art.
The wind blade flashed like a streak of cold light and struck the wall. Though the formation blocked it, its power could not be underestimated, and even the wall trembled slightly.
Shen Fan discovered that under his control, the corpse puppets were actually stronger in combat than they had been while alive.
After pondering for a moment, he came to a sudden realization. "It seems that after becoming corpse puppets, they no longer have consciousness and therefore do not fear death at all. That's why their strength is so formidable!"
After testing the power of the two corpse puppets, Shen Fan felt somewhat more confident.
However, he was in no hurry to head for the Spirit Field and continued making preparations.
Everything had to be made foolproof. This was his first time taking the initiative to strike, and there could not be the slightest mistake.
Aside from the two corpse puppets, the only offensive methods Shen Fan possessed were the Azure Water Fire Ward and the Flame Serpent Art.
Although the Azure Water Fire Ward had defensive effects, they were negligible. Its primary use was still to purge fire poison.
Shen Fan's most effective offensive method was the Flame Serpent Art. But at present, he only had four Fire Poison Demon Cores left.
To make everything foolproof, Shen Fan immediately left. Taking advantage of sunset, when Fire Mosquitoes were active, he planned to prepare more Fire Poison Demon Cores.
It was evening, the perfect time for Fire Mosquitoes to emerge.
Carrying a large net, Shen Fan moved through the grass like a ghost and easily caught more than thirty Fire Mosquitoes.
Afterward, he returned to the Waste Elixir Chamber and began refining them into corpse puppets.
Fire Mosquitoes were merely first-layer, first-rank demon beasts. Their strength was low, and refining them into corpse puppets was relatively simple.
By the dead of night, Shen Fan had refined more than thirty Fire Mosquitoes into corpse puppets.
Then, he had them cultivate, filling their demon cores with fire poison before killing them.
This way, Shen Fan easily obtained more than thirty Fire Poison Demon Cores.
Adding them together, Shen Fan now had a full forty Fire Poison Demon Cores on him.
Checking the time, Shen Fan thought that the people at the Spirit Field should all be asleep by now. It was the perfect time to act.
Once everything was prepared, Shen Fan carried the Universe Pouch and wore a black cloak, silently making his way toward the Spirit Field like a ghost that walked by night.
The Spirit Field was silent at this hour, with only the occasional chirping of insects.
Shen Fan had lived here for three years and knew every blade of grass and tree like the back of his hand.
During the day, people guarded the entrance and exit. At night, there were no guards, but spirit beasts protected the place.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Shen Fan bypassed the entrance and climbed the mountain by another concealed trail.
If he had not stayed here for three years, tonight's operation would likely not have been so easy.
Looking at the familiar spirit fields and the houses nestled among the mountains, Shen Fan saw that all the Miscellaneous Disciples of the Spirit Field had already gone to rest.
He made his way with practiced ease to where Zhao Erhu lived.
Unlike the other Miscellaneous Disciples, that guy had a courtyard with three successive sections.
The courtyard was pitch-black at the moment. He could only sneak inside silently under the moonlight.
Shen Fan's heart had risen to his throat, and every step he took was exceedingly cautious.
But just as he approached the room where Zhao Erhu usually stayed, an explosive shout suddenly rang out from inside.
"Who is it? You actually dare to ambush me?"
In the darkness, two figures fiercely collided within the room, producing sharp sounds of air tearing apart.
Immediately afterward, one figure was blasted out through the window and landed squarely at Shen Fan's feet.
Taking a closer look, Shen Fan's eyes immediately widened, and he cried out, "Duan—"
Before Shen Fan could finish, Zhao Erhu burst through the window with his right hand clamped around a figure's neck, laughing smugly.
"A mere little thief dares assassinate your Lord Tiger? You must be tired of living!"
Zhao Erhu landed in the courtyard and looked at the figure in his hand under the moonlight.
"Hm?" Zhao Erhu's brows immediately furrowed, and he was greatly shocked.
"A corpse puppet?"
The person in his grip bared his teeth and struggled constantly. It was unmistakably a corpse puppet.
"A bastard from the Nether Corpse Sect?"
"Haha..."
Seeing this, Zhao Erhu not only did not feel afraid, but instead became excited.
"This is like sending goose feathers from a thousand miles away—the gift may be light, but the sentiment is weighty! If I kill you, I can claim credit! The Nether Corpse Sect! How many Contribution Points will that get me?"
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