Late at night, two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle within Li Qing's courtyard. They traded blows back and forth, spiritual light flashing continuously beneath the night sky.
The commotion from such a battle drew more and more cultivators living nearby. For a time, all of them wanted to fish in the murky waters amid the chaos of the night.
Figures whose identities had been deliberately concealed rushed toward Li Qing's courtyard, each employing their own methods to infiltrate it.
Fan Yun sensed all of this, and his expression became extremely unpleasant. He had only just advanced into the Nascent Soul Realm; stopping one person was already his limit. As for those opportunists seeking to plunder amidst the flames, he was powerless to stop them.
"Damn it. You, a discarded son of the Fan Family, really think you are capable of much? Even if I kill you here tonight, the Fan Family probably would not care."
The mysterious figure shrouded in mist had been thoroughly enraged. Seeing several Nascent Soul Realm cultivators infiltrate the courtyard while he alone was blocked outside, he reckoned that the strange little Core Formation cultivator inside would be killed in an instant. Tonight, it seemed he would come away empty-handed.
With this thought, rage surged into his heart, and he intended to kill Fan Yun outright to vent his fury.
At once, he brought out his Natal Magic Treasure and launched an all-out assault at Fan Yun, powerful Spiritual Power pouring forth.
Fan Yun clenched his teeth and activated his own Natal Magic Treasure to resist. However, he had only recently entered the Nascent Soul Realm, and this treasure had not been nurtured for long. Using it in a Nascent Soul Realm battle was rather difficult.
"Discarded son of the Fan