Yao Mo!

After everyone left, Fang Hanshan stood in the empty room, silent for a long time.

He then got up and walked through the deserted mansion, which felt like a haunted house.

Servant corpses still lay on the ground in the backyard, their blood already turned a dark brown.

Fang Hanshan ignored them and headed straight for the secret chamber.

In the dim corridor, candlelight flickered.

Rooms lined both sides of the corridor, holding several thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls. They were terrified, huddled in the corners.

As he walked, some girls knelt and begged, others stared blankly, and some were filled with anxiety. Most looked at Fang Hanshan, pleading, "Sir, please let me go..."

Fang Hanshan walked past expressionlessly, leaving only the sound of whimpering cries.

The deeper into the corridor, the more spacious it became.

At the very end, there were no more girls, only empty cells and dark, mottled bloodstains on the floor.

Suddenly.

In the darkness at the end of the corridor, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared.

"Heh heh, old man, haven't you broken through yet?"

"Let me out, let me feast on the blood of those girls, and I'll find a way for you to break through to the Viscera Refining realm."

"It's such a waste to use that blood food on you..."

A defiant voice suddenly echoed in the dark, cold corridor.

Like a viper flicking its tongue at one's neck, a chilling aura shot up the spine.

As Fang Hanshan approached, the speaker's face became visible.

It was a monster with the head of a rat and the body of a human, its eyes blood-red, fangs pale, and a pair of membrane-covered wings.

The demon was pierced through by four silver chains that extended deep into the rock of the secret chamber.

The moment Fang Hanshan appeared, the monster was instantly in front of him.

Its sharp fangs were only a foot away from Fang Hanshan's neck, and the four silver chains were taut, unable to advance further.

Saliva dripped from its foul-smelling mouth onto the ground, making a sizzling sound and emitting a puff of white smoke.

Fang Hanshan seemed to have known the creature couldn't harm him, his expression completely calm.

A year ago, he was traveling in the northern Qingyan City when he encountered a Viscera Refining expert fighting a Fifth Realm demon.

The human and the demon fought to a mutual destruction. The human martial artist died from his injuries, and the demon was on its last breath.

Fang Hanshan imprisoned it in the secret chamber, hoping to research a divine cultivation method that combined demons and human martial arts from it.

Fang Hanshan chuckled sinisterly, holding a small silver sword and stabbing it towards the Bat Demon.

This short sword and the chains on the Bat Demon were from the martial artist. They possessed incredible sharpness and a strange ability to suppress demons.

The Bat Demon's invulnerable body was gradually cut open, its crimson blood dripping into a prepared jade bottle.

"What happened outside? I smell a lot of fresh blood."

The Bat Demon seemed unconcerned and asked, its piercing voice like grinding metal, making one's hair stand on end.

Fang Hanshan was already used to it and replied indifferently, "Do you have a way to track and locate people?"

"Of course! Have your relatives been killed? Let me out, and I'll let bygones be bygones. I can even help you become a Viscera Refining Grandmaster!" the Bat Demon enticed.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll handle it myself!"

After collecting the blood, Fang Hanshan left the secret chamber, leaving the Bat Demon to its unwilling roars.

"Vile human! When I break free, I will slaughter your entire clan, turn this city into a river of blood, and let the screams last for seven days!"

Fang Hanshan ignored it. A Fifth Realm demon's power was terrifying. He had brought it back, and for a year, it hadn't drunk a drop of water and had been bled constantly, yet its condition improved daily.

Who would believe a demon's words?

Given his actions over the years, the demon would kill him first if it escaped; it wouldn't help him track down the killer of his son.

Fang Hanshan didn't want to use the demon's power. He wanted to carve out his enemy's flesh piece by piece with his own hands, to mourn his beloved son's spirit!

Fang Hanshan consumed the demon's blood and circulated the cultivation method he had obtained from the Viscera Refining expert. A faint blood-red light emanated from his body, his teeth suddenly grew longer, his eyes became bloodshot, and his entire aura became demonic.

His expression grew increasingly violent, but he remained unhurried. He walked to where the girls were held, opened one of the cages, grabbed a girl by the neck, and bit down.

In just a breath, the girl's fair skin shriveled at a visible rate, turning her into a dried corpse.

The remaining girls screamed and trembled at the sight, unable to do anything but cower in the corner like ostriches.

After draining one, Fang Hanshan seemed unsatisfied. He proceeded to drain all the girls in the cells before stopping.

The violent aura around him subsided. His aged, wrinkled face became visibly younger, as if he had aged backward by ten years.

His body returned to its original form, and his aura grew stronger.

This was the result of his year-long research using the demon's essence blood!

Absorbing a maiden's vital energy could resist aging and speed up cultivation. If he didn't consume human blood for a long time, he would be corrupted by the demon's blood, turning into a monster that only knew how to kill!

In Fang Hanshan's eyes, this price was nothing. There were countless lowly beggars on the streets.

Fang Hanshan stretched his rejuvenated body.

"One step away from the Viscera Refining realm! This strength is enough. No one in Yong'an City can stop me. I will make you all pay for my son!"

"It's a pity that I'm old and frail and probably won't be able to break through to the Viscera Refining realm. If Xing'er were alive, she definitely could..."

Thinking of this, Fang Hanshan, with trembling hands, caressed Fang Jian Xing, who was encased in ice. His face turned extremely grim, his eyes filled with hatred.

Hongyun Restaurant kitchen.

[Killed one fat pig, Plundered Lifespan +1 year!]

[Killed nine roosters, Plundered Lifespan +9 months!]

[Current Lifespan: 23 years and 9 months!]

Chu Feng found this Lifespan gain a bit pathetic, but he had nowhere else to go. He treated it as entertainment. Every bit counts, and it was better than nothing.

"Shi Tou, I'll leave the rest to you. Pay attention to the angle and force of your cuts..."

After finishing his work, Chu Feng, as usual, handed the finishing touches to Chen Shi Tou.

"Okay, Master," Chen Shi Tou replied distractedly.

Without even looking at Chu Feng, he took the cleaver and began to portion the meat.

After a couple of cuts, Chen Shi Tou's mind wandered. Somehow, the knife in his hand swung towards his own hand.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Just as the cleaver was about to slice into Chen Shi Tou's finger, Chu Feng snatched it away like lightning.

He looked at the absent-minded Chen Shi Tou and frowned, "What are you thinking about, kid? Don't you want your hand anymore?"

"Huh?"

Only then did Chen Shi Tou snap back to reality, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Master, I was wrong," Chen Shi Tou apologized.

After a few questions, Chu Feng learned that the Wang Family's matriarch in the east of the city was celebrating her 80th birthday and had specially invited a troupe from out of town.

There was a charming and beautiful woman in the troupe who had made Chen Shi Tou, a novice, unable to eat or sleep.

"Is she really that beautiful?" Chu Feng teased.

"As beautiful as a fairy..." Chen Shi Tou nodded firmly.

Then, as if it wasn't convincing enough, he specifically added, "Miss Xing'er's skin is whiter than an egg, and her smile is clearer than the water of the Tianlan River..."