Starting the Loot

Lin Fan, looking at the Snow Demon Wolves not far away, pondered for a moment before deciding to practice his skills.

He had been observing these Snow Demon Wolves for many days, and had a good grasp of their appearance and behavior. The only thing missing was their fresh blood.

To create corresponding Blood Talismans, one needed to obtain the blood of the relevant demonic beasts and mix it with cinnabar for the talisman.

Becoming a Blood Talisman Master as soon as possible would bring Lin Fan many benefits at this stage.

Three Snow Demon Wolves were playing in the snow, unaffected by the cold weather.

However, these low-level demonic beasts possessed highly sensitive perception.

As if sensing something, they suddenly raised their heads in unison and saw a figure approaching in the distance.

Dressed in a black robe, with a calm expression, he walked as if treading on snow without leaving a trace.

The three Snow Demon Wolves bared their teeth and growled lowly. Seeing the bipedal creature approaching, they charged forward simultaneously like arrows released from a bow.

Snow mist flew as one Snow Demon Wolf, moving at the fastest speed, shot forward in an instant, lunging at Lin Fan.

From the other sides, two more Snow Demon Wolves leaped forward closely behind.

Despite their low rank, Snow Demon Wolves were skilled at hunting in packs. One companion would attract the prey's attention while the other two launched a fatal attack.

However, they had underestimated this bipedal creature.

A sword shadow sliced through the air. Before the nearest Snow Demon Wolf could react, a chilling gleam had already pierced its heart.

The Snow Demon Wolf's eyes went dark, and it fell to the ground, its body turning into a cold corpse.

The other two Snow Demon Wolves leaped high into the air, opening their massive jaws to bite at Lin Fan's arms and legs.

But in the next second, a sharp, piercing sound rang out – the noise of a sword's edge rapidly tearing through the air.

Hot blood gushed out. Before the two Snow Demon Wolves could touch Lin Fan, their heads were simultaneously severed by a sweeping sword strike, leaving them as two headless corpses.

The steaming demonic blood melted a good amount of the accumulated snow.

Lin Fan, still in his black robe, was completely unstained.

"Snow Demon Wolves are Spirit Opening Realm demonic beasts. They aren't very strong in individual combat."

"But three Snow Demon Wolves working together can contend with stronger demonic beasts, yet I still killed them with ease. With my current combat power, I can even confront Wisdom Condensing Realm demonic beasts head-on."

Through the recent battle, Lin Fan assessed his own strength.

He crouched down, took out a glass bottle, and collected the Snow Demon Wolves' blood.

A moment later, Lin Fan put away the glass bottle filled with blood and then stood up, walking away directly.

Just after he left, several demonic beasts, drawn by the scent of blood, quickly appeared and began to devour the Snow Demon Wolf corpses.

Demon Calling Valley was not far from the Demonic Sect, and many bloodthirsty demonic beasts resided here.

"Snow Demon Wolves are swift but lack ferocity. Their appearance and behavior are perfectly suited for talismans."

On the way back, Lin Fan thought to himself.

To create a Blood Talisman, besides the corresponding demonic beast's blood, the most crucial element was imbuing it with the beast's essence and appearance.

The more suitable the essence and appearance, the greater the power of the Blood Talisman.

After walking for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Lin Fan suddenly felt something.

He instinctively prepared to hide, but it was ultimately too late.

Not far away, two patrolling disciples spotted Lin Fan and immediately quickened their pace towards him.

They were both wearing black robes, like Lin Fan, and were outer disciples of Blood Soul Peak, responsible for patrolling the area around Demon Calling Valley.

After all, this place was close to the Demonic Sect, not only inhabited by demonic beasts but also easily accessible for those with ill intentions to infiltrate.

Upon seeing Lin Fan's Demonic Sect attire, the two did not relax their vigilance. Instead, they sternly questioned, "Which main peak are you from? What are you doing here?"

Lin Fan calmly replied, "Greetings, senior brothers. I am a disciple from Blackwood Cliff. I came here to improve my talisman skills by observing the appearance and behavior of demonic beasts. This is my identity token."

As he spoke, he handed over the token that represented him.

But in the next second, the two did not take the token.

They exchanged glances, and then one of them threw out a pair of iron handcuffs, saying coldly, "There have been many spies from outer sects appearing in this area recently. Put these on yourself, and we'll discuss the rest when we get back to the sect."

Lin Fan's expression changed slightly, but he quickly realized that the two suspected him of being an outer sect spy.

Seeing that Lin Fan had no intention of putting on the handcuffs, their expressions turned cold, and a hint of killing intent filled their eyes as they looked at him.

However, at that moment, a sharp, piercing sound simultaneously drew the attention of all three.

Lin Fan's heart tightened. He saw a flying sword shoot out from the blizzard, carrying a rolling wave of air and hurtling towards the three of them.

A figure emerged from the snow, coldly snorting, "Three Demonic Sect brats, what a great haul!"

"I act on behalf of heaven to slay demons and eliminate evil. Kill!"

The flying sword's speed increased dramatically, like a bolt of lightning, and its sword energy instantly enveloped them.

"Who are you?"

The two outer disciples tensed up, the flying sword shooting towards them sending a bone-chilling coldness through them.

"I am a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, here to kill scum like you from the Demonic Sect."

The man cackled, channeling his flying sword, his voice filled with extreme arrogance.

"A spy from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect!"

Lin Fan was taken aback. He had thought the two outer disciples were just blustering, but he hadn't expected someone from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect to actually track them here.

He quickly ducked behind a nearby rock, rapidly observing the surroundings.

For someone to be able to sneak this far alone and attack members of the Demonic Sect, this Flowing Cloud Sword Sect disciple was either supremely confident in his own abilities or had other accomplices nearby.

Regardless of which scenario it was, Lin Fan had to proceed with caution.

In stark contrast to his careful deliberation, the outer disciples, who had been somewhat nervous moments before, seemed to sense the opponent's strength. They suddenly sneered, their fingers splaying open. Black smoke billowed out like pillars, transforming into the phantom image of a demon that charged towards the incoming flying sword.

The other outer disciple vanished from his original spot, reappearing like a phantom right in front of the attacker. With a raised hand, he unleashed a punch.

The three instantly clashed.

Lin Fan noticed that their realms were not significantly different, all having reached the Meridian Condensing Realm. They were not much weaker than him.

He had no immediate intention of intervening. As long as this Flowing Cloud Sword Sect spy didn't have any backup, the two outer disciples from his own sect should be able to handle him in a two-on-one situation, right?

But in the next second, Lin Fan heard a scream.

He looked up and saw one outer disciple with his arm severed by the flying sword, blood staining a large patch of the snowy ground.

The other disciple, distracted, took a punch to the chest from the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man. Fortunately, he managed to counterattack in time, striking the man's shoulder with a palm strike.

The three continued their deadly dance. After another half an hour of fighting, a victor finally emerged.

Two outer disciples lay dead, while the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man, covered in blood, sat in the snow, gasping for air.

"Only one Demonic Sect brat left."

The man rose, leaning on his sword, and glared fiercely at Lin Fan.

Without further ado, he formed a sword seal with his hand, and the flying sword shot out, aiming directly for Lin Fan's brow.

A second before the opponent's sword strike, Lin Fan had already moved. His figure flashed like a gale, and in an instant, he was in front of the man.

The man was stunned but didn't panic. He threw a punch, his qi sharp and fierce, enough to shatter unyielding rock.

Lin Fan, unhurried, also threw a punch.

The next second, the man's expression drastically changed. The moment their fists collided, his eyes widened in disbelief and terror.

Bang!

His fist exploded. A terrifying aura spread along his arm, instantly tearing his entire right hand apart.

"Fist Momentum..."

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Fan delivered another punch, directly blasting the man's head apart.

Bang!

The Flowing Cloud Sword Sect man was dead.

Confirming there were no other dangers around, he approached the corpse and began to meticulously search the cloth pouch on the man's waist.

Soon, the pouch, though appearing plump, didn't actually contain much.

Besides an identity token symbolizing the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, there was also a manual titled "Sword Control Technique."

Recalling the man's incredibly stylish flying sword techniques, Lin Fan carefully put the manual away.

There was also a stack of silver notes in the pouch, totaling tens of thousands of taels.

At this point, Lin Fan turned his attention to his two deceased "senior brothers" and began to loot their bodies.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he only found two identity tokens. The contribution points within them had become void the moment they died.

It was a classic case of "the person is dead, but their money is unspent."

Lin Fan shook his head, dug a large pit, and buried all three bodies.

After dealing with the corpses, Lin Fan didn't linger. He immediately returned to Blackwood Cliff.