You're a Rogue Cultivator, Aren't You?

After signing a ghost contract with Sister Zhen, Su Fan had gained another trump card.

Not only that, he had also signed contracts with all eight vengeful ghosts inside the Evil Ghost Banner.

As for the remaining wandering souls, Su Fan decided to let them stay in the ghost banner for now.

As for the other spells in the Ghost Path True Understanding, Su Fan had no interest in them.

He only wanted to raise a few ghosts for fun, using them later for scouting, keeping watch, or calling them out to relieve his boredom when he had nothing to do.

In any case, he had no intention of walking the path of the ghost arts.

After a few days, Su Fan had trained his Ghost Taming Technique to minor mastery, and he had grown increasingly proficient at controlling ghosts.

But the basement was simply too small, making it impossible to properly practice.

Su Fan also didn't dare use ghost arts in the small courtyard, afraid that someone from the Qingxuan Sect would discover him.

So he decided to enter Shaoyang Mountain over the next couple of days and give it a try.

That morning, just after Su Fan got up, Old Xu arrived.

He put down the food box, brewed a pot of Spirit Tea beside it on a clay stove, then sat there and drank.

"Old Xu, I'm going to Shaoyang Mountain tomorrow. Don't bring me food for the next couple of days."

Old Xu set down his teacup and said, "I'll go with you."

"No need. I'm just going to clear my mind. I won't be going deep into the mountains."

"All right. Let me know when you come back."

After saying that, Old Xu continued, "Oh, right. I saw people from the Lesser Yang Sect at the market today."

Su Fan shoveled a mouthful of food into his mouth and glanced at Xu Wen.

"What's going on? Has the Lesser Yang Sect finally opened its mountain gate this time..."

Old Xu took a sip of Spirit Tea, then shook his head.

"Senior Qiu Guan of the Qingxuan Sect is taking people to Qin State tomorrow. Only a few Outer Sect Disciples will remain here at the market. For the market's safety, the Lesser Yang Sect was asked to have a Foundation Establishment Senior temporarily oversee Shaoyang Market."

After hearing Old Xu's words, Su Fan shook his head with a bitter smile.

A small sect like the Lesser Yang Sect had a hard time getting by.

Its own sect's market had been seized by others, yet in the end, it still had to help keep watch—and didn't even dare fart in protest.

Just after Su Fan finished speaking, he suddenly furrowed his brows.

The people from the Qingxuan Sect were leaving in such a hurry. Could something have happened in Qin State?

"Old Xu, why are the people from the Qingxuan Sect returning to Qin State?"

Xu Wen thought for a moment before saying, "I actually asked about that. According to that Lesser Yang Sect disciple, they seem to be escorting something back to the sect. They'll be back after a while."

Su Fan let out a sigh of relief. If that was the case, then there was nothing to worry about.

The next day, Su Fan got up early.

After eating the breakfast Old Xu had brought, he left the market.

Su Fan had no flying shuttle to ride, so he could only trudge miserably into the mountains on foot.

As soon as he left the market, he saw more than a dozen flying boats approaching from afar. One of them descended near Shaoyang Market.

Nearly a hundred Qingxuan Sect disciples who had been waiting there hurriedly boarded the flying boat and headed toward Qin State.

Su Fan frowned slightly. Almost everyone from the Qingxuan Sect had left.

How many people were needed to escort something?

But he didn't think much of it. After all, they would be back after a while.

It was nearly noon before Su Fan entered the mountains.

Su Fan didn't go deep into the mountains. He found a quiet place at the edge and set up camp.

Since there were no demonic beasts or Spirit Herbs nearby, Rogue Cultivators entering the mountains wouldn't waste time here.

It was a small valley formed naturally, with scenery of extraordinary beauty.

To the north stood a cliff soaring into the clouds, its walls covered in dense vines and climbing plants.

A waterfall flowed down the steep cliff.

At the bottom was a small pool, its spring water bubbling and splashing.

Mist wound through the air, making the scene seem like a dream or illusion.

A place this wonderful was absolutely a paradise for outdoor camping.

This time, he had brought a grill, along with a full set of seasonings. He set up the tent he had ordered from the market beside the pool, then placed a reclining chair nearby.

Su Fan set up the grill and laid out the skewers of meat he had marinated overnight.

After grilling the skewers, he took out a bottle of Spirit Wine, sat in the reclining chair, and poured himself drink after drink. It felt incredibly refreshing.

The only flaw was that it would have been perfect if he had a girl with him.

Wait—he did have a girl with him.

"Sister Zhen, come out..."

Su Fan waved his hand, took out the Evil Ghost Banner, and summoned Sister Sadako.

Sister Sadako's black hair was smooth as satin, and she wore a white dress that fell to her waist, without a single ornament.

She was like an immortal descending from the heavens, untouched by worldly dust.

Her dark eyes held a chilling gloom, her cheeks were pale as snow, and her face was cold as ice.

She stood apart from the mortal world, drifting like an immortal.

Su Fan lounged in the reclining chair, eating meat skewers and drinking Spirit Wine while watching Sister Sadako's ghostly shadow drift back and forth through the valley.

Aside from the bone-chilling cold, everything was quite perfect.

Su Fan stayed in the valley for the next two days.

If he had known the mountains held such a beautiful place, he would have come here long ago. It was far more comfortable than staying cooped up at home.

Su Fan released all the vengeful ghosts inside the Evil Ghost Banner so he could practice his Ghost Taming Technique with them.

At night, he would also release several vengeful ghosts to keep watch around the area.

Every day, aside from barbecuing and drinking, he cultivated the Primordial Chaos Technique and the Spirit Forging Technique. After that, he practiced swordsmanship in the valley or trained his spells.

That night, Su Fan sat cross-legged inside the tent, cultivating the Primordial Chaos Technique.

At that moment, one of the vengeful ghosts keeping watch in the distance suddenly lost contact with him.

Su Fan froze. He hurriedly stood up and slapped a high-grade Five Elements Spirit Armor Talisman onto his body.

Just as he was about to recall the other two vengeful ghosts, he lost contact with them as well.

Su Fan swiftly stowed everything in the valley into his Storage Bag, then turned and ran toward the mouth of the valley.

The strength of a vengeful ghost was equivalent to that of a Qi Refining Mid-stage Cultivator, and it grew even stronger at night.

Three vengeful ghosts had lost contact without making a sound. Their opponent was clearly no weakling.

Moreover, no one would come here even during the day, let alone in the dead of night. Whoever had come must be harboring some unspeakable secret.

It would be best to leave this place as quickly as possible, lest he invite unnecessary trouble.

He had barely run a short distance when a figure shot out from the surrounding woods and blocked his path.

The other party wore a hooded black robe, the hood covering most of his face and making his features impossible to distinguish.

Su Fan had just reached for his spell sword when he saw dozens of figures roar through the sky overhead.

Su Fan swept them with his Spiritual Sense, and his face went white.

Every one of them was in the Late Qi Refining stage. What the hell was he supposed to fight them with?

At that moment, a figure appeared in the distant sky.

A cold, sinister aura bore down from the heavens, pressing over him so heavily that he could barely breathe.

"Fuck... a Foundation Establishment cultivator..."

Su Fan's mind exploded. This was the first time he had ever been so close to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

This was the end.

Forget fighting—even escaping was impossible.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator in the distant sky turned and glanced at him.

Then his figure slowly faded and vanished into the pitch-black night, as though he had never existed.

Su Fan had already guessed the identities of these people. They were definitely demonic cultivators.

The Black Robe Cultivator from the other side walked over and gave Su Fan a cold look.

"Those vengeful ghosts are yours? You're a Rogue Cultivator, aren't you?"

Su Fan's heart stirred, and he hurriedly nodded.

Seeing him nod, the Black Robe Cultivator took out a black pill and handed it to him.

"We happen to be short-handed. Eat this Heartbreak Pill."

The other party had no intention of discussing it with him. If he refused to eat it, these people definitely wouldn't let him go.

Although he knew the Heartbreak Pill was nothing good, he had no room to refuse.

Su Fan steeled his heart, took the Heartbreak Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

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