Gazing at the few Snow Demon Wolves in the distance, Lin Fan pondered briefly before deciding to practice.
He had observed these Snow Demon Wolves for many days and had nearly memorized their forms and spirit. The only thing he still lacked was Snow Demon Wolf blood.
To make the corresponding Blood Demon Talisman, he needed to obtain the blood of the corresponding demon beast and mix it with cinnabar before inscribing the talisman.
Becoming a Blood Talisman Master as soon as possible would bring Lin Fan many benefits at present.
Three Snow Demon Wolves were playing in the snow. No matter how cold the weather was, it meant nothing to them.
But these low-level demon beasts had extremely keen senses.
As if they had sensed something, they suddenly raised their heads in unison and saw a figure approaching in the distance.
He wore a Black Mystic Robe, his expression calm. Wherever he passed, he left no trace in the snow.
The three Snow Demon Wolves bared their fangs and growled lowly. Seeing the two-legged creature drawing closer and closer, they shot forward at once like arrows loosed from a bowstring.
Snow mist billowed. One Snow Demon Wolf was the fastest, shooting out almost in the blink of an eye and pouncing straight at Lin Fan.
The other two followed close behind, leaping toward him from either side.
The Snow Demon Wolf was not of a high grade, but it excelled at hunting in groups. One companion would draw the prey's attention while the other two launched a fatal attack.
However, they had still underestimated this two-legged creature.
A sword shadow swept across the void. Before the nearest Snow Demon Wolf could react, a frighteningly cold gleam had already pierced its heart.
The Snow Demon Wolf's vision instantly went black. It collapsed and never rose again, becoming a cold corpse.
The other two Snow Demon Wolves leaped high into the air, opened their bloody maws, and bit toward Lin Fan's arm and thigh.
But in the next moment, a sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out—the noise of a sword edge ripping rapidly through the air.
Fresh blood gushed forth. Before the two Snow Demon Wolves could touch Lin Fan, a single horizontal slash swept across them, severing both their heads and turning them into two headless wolf corpses.
The boiling demon blood melted a considerable amount of the accumulated snow.
Lin Fan's Dark Robe remained spotless.
"Snow Demon Wolves are Spirit Opening Realm demon beasts. Their ability in single combat is not strong."
"But three Snow Demon Wolves working together can entangle even stronger demon beasts, yet they were still casually slain by me. With my current battle prowess, even if I faced a Wisdom Condensing Realm demon beast, I would have the strength to resist it head-on."
Through the battle just now, Lin Fan assessed his own strength.
He crouched down, took out a glass bottle, and filled it with the Snow Demon Wolf's blood.
A moment later, Lin Fan put away the glass cup filled with blood, then rose and left directly.
Just after he departed, several demon beasts drawn by the smell of blood quickly appeared beside the Snow Demon Wolf corpses and began tearing into them ravenously.
Demon Calling Valley was not far from the Demon Sect, and quite a few bloodthirsty demon beasts inhabited the area.
"Snow Demon Wolves have speed to spare but lack ferocity. Using their form and spirit to inscribe a talisman would be most suitable."
On the way back, Lin Fan thought to himself.
To make a Blood Demon Talisman, aside from the corresponding demon beast's blood, the most important thing was to infuse it with the beast's form and spirit.
The more suitable the form and spirit, the greater the power of the Blood Demon Talisman.
After walking for roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lin Fan suddenly sensed something.
He instinctively tried to hide, but in the end, he was still too slow.
Two patrolling disciples spotted Lin Fan in the distance and immediately walked toward him at a quick pace.
They both wore Black Mystic Robes. Like Lin Fan, they were Outer Disciples of Blood Soul Peak, specifically responsible for patrolling the area around Demon Calling Valley.
After all, this place was not far from the Demon Sect. Not only did demon beasts inhabit it, but it was also easy for people with ulterior motives to sneak in from here.
Seeing Lin Fan's Demon Sect disciple attire, the two did not lower their guard. Instead, one of them barked, "Which main peak are you from? What are you doing here?"
Lin Fan remained unhurried and said, "Greetings, Senior Brothers. I am a disciple of Blackwood Cliff. I came here to improve my attainments in talismancraft and observe the forms and spirits of demon beasts. This is my identity token."
As he spoke, he handed over the identity token representing him.
But in the next moment, the two did not accept the token.
They exchanged a glance. Suddenly, one of them threw out an iron shackle and said coldly, "Foreign sect spies have been appearing here often lately. Put this on yourself first. We'll discuss the rest after we return to the sect."
Lin Fan's expression changed slightly, but he quickly realized that the two suspected him of being a foreign sect spy.
Seeing that Lin Fan had no intention of putting on the iron shackles, both disciples' expressions turned cold, and a trace of killing intent filled their gazes.
However, at that moment, a sharp, ear-piercing sound drew all three men's attention at once.
Lin Fan's heart tightened. He saw a flying sword shoot out from the wind and snow, trailing rolling waves of air as it blasted straight toward the three of them.
A figure emerged from the snow and snorted. "Three Demon Sect bastards. What a haul this is!"
"Acting in Heaven's name to slay demons and exorcise evil—die!"
The flying sword's speed surged, resembling a bolt of lightning, and Sword Qi instantly enveloped the area.
"Who are you?"
The two Outer Disciples tensed, and the flying sword shooting straight toward them made them feel a bone-chilling cold.
"I am a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect. I specialize in killing bastards like you from the Demon Sect."
The man urged the flying sword onward and laughed loudly, his voice brimming with arrogance.
"A spy from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect!"
Lin Fan was stunned. He had thought the two Outer Disciples were merely saying it in passing, never expecting that someone from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect had truly infiltrated this place.
He swiftly hid behind a nearby rock and rapidly surveyed the surroundings.
To infiltrate this place alone and draw a sword against members of the Demon Sect, this Flowing Cloud Sword Sect disciple was either highly confident in himself or had other accomplices nearby.
Whatever the case, Lin Fan had to respond cautiously.
In sharp contrast to his caution, the Outer Disciples, who had initially been somewhat nervous, seemed to have sensed their opponent's strength. They suddenly sneered, then spread their five fingers with a snap. Billowing black smoke surged like a pillar, transforming into the phantom image of a demon that slammed toward the incoming flying sword.
The other Outer Disciple vanished from his original position. Like a ghost, he flashed in front of the man and threw a punch.
The three instantly became locked in battle.
Lin Fan noticed that the three were not far apart in cultivation. All had reached the Meridian Condensing Realm, and neither was much weaker than him.
For the moment, he had no intention of making a move. As long as this Flowing Cloud Sword Sect spy had no other helpers, the two disciples from his own sect should be able to deal with him two against one, right?
But in the next moment, Lin Fan heard a scream.
He looked up and saw one Outer Disciple's arm severed by the flying sword, fresh blood dyeing a large stretch of snow red.
The other disciple had also been distracted and was struck in the chest by a punch from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man. Fortunately, he counterattacked in time, raising his hand and driving a palm into the man's shoulder.
The three continued their deadly battle. After another quarter of an hour of fierce combat, the outcome was finally decided.
The two Outer Disciples lay dead, while the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man was also covered in blood, sitting in the snow and panting heavily.
"Only one Demon Sect bastard remains."
The man braced himself on his sword and rose, glaring viciously at Lin Fan.
He said nothing more. Forming a sword seal with his fingers, he sent the flying sword blasting forth, stabbing straight toward the center of Lin Fan's brows.
One second before the opponent drew his sword, Lin Fan had already moved. His figure flashed like a violent wind, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the man.
The man was startled but did not panic. He raised his hand and threw a punch, its force razor-sharp and powerful enough to shatter an unbreakable rock.
Lin Fan calmly pushed out a fist of his own.
The next moment, the man's expression changed dramatically. At the instant their fists collided, astonishment and fear appeared in his eyes.
Bang!
His fist exploded, and the terrifying force continued up his arm, instantly tearing apart his entire right arm.
"Fist Momentum..."
Taking advantage of the opening, Lin Fan threw another punch and blew the man's head apart.
Bang!
The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man was dead!
After confirming that there were no other dangers nearby, he went to the man's corpse, removed the cloth pouch from his waist, and began rummaging through it carefully.
Soon, the cloth pouch looked stuffed, but there was actually not much inside.
Aside from an identity token symbolizing the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, there was also a manual titled "Sword Control Technique."
Remembering the man's incomparably handsome display of the flying sword just now, Lin Fan immediately put the manual away with great care.
There was also a stack of silver notes in the pouch, worth several tens of thousands of taels.
At this point, Lin Fan looked toward the two "Senior Brothers" who had died a miserable death and began looting their corpses as well.
Unfortunately, after searching for a long while, he found only two identity tokens. The Contribution Points inside had already become void the instant the two died.
It was a classic case of "the person died before the money was spent."
Lin Fan shook his head, then immediately dug a large pit and buried the corpses of all three men.
After dealing with the bodies, Lin Fan did not linger and returned to Blackwood Cliff at once.
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