After all the rescued martial artists had thanked him and departed one after another, Lin Fan swiftly headed for the next stronghold. He continued clearing out the next Demonic Path hideout, destroying the remaining blood-refining formations and dealing with the demonic cultivators who had committed evil there.
Lin Fan swept through one small Demonic Path stronghold after another.
Once he had cleared all dozen or so small strongholds in the area, Lin Fan lingered outside no longer. He set off at a sprint, racing at full speed toward his courtyard on the Azure Elixir Sect's mountain.
After this ordeal, the sense of danger in his heart grew ever stronger. He no longer had any desire to wander along the way, experience local customs, or sample the food of different places.
Dark currents surged through the martial world, and hidden dragons and crouching tigers lurked within its many factions. Only by seizing every moment to improve his cultivation could he protect his family and stand against the layers of murderous intent concealed in the shadows.
After flying along at tremendous speed for the time it took a few sticks of incense to burn, Lin Fan caught sight of the Azure Elixir Sect's towering mountain gate.
A moment later, Lin Fan landed lightly on the blue-stone paving of his mountain courtyard.
The courtyard's plants remained lush, and the evening breeze brushed gently through the flowers and leaves. Mao Mao, the Golden Rat, was the first to sense his presence. Curled up beneath the covered walkway for a nap, Mao Mao's ears suddenly pricked up. With a squeak, the rat darted over, circling Lin Fan's trouser legs with a furry body, a little tail swishing rapidly. Mao Mao kept rubbing a nose against the hem of his clothes and squeaking incessantly, brimming with