12: Chapter 12 This child, of course, will not be spared.

High above a broken peak, behind an old man in a straw raincoat, stood several Soul Transformation Stage venerables.

They stood in the Void Realm, looking down together, with playful smiles on their faces, as if they had just finished watching a good show.

"This boy actually killed his fellow Disciple; he is quite the ruthless character."

"Now that the Jianren Sect has been wiped out by The Demoness, what fellow Disciples are there left? This boy was able to defeat a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection stage Cultivator in just two moves while only in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage; he cannot be underestimated!"

"Hmm... with this boy's talent, in time, he might even surpass us."

"Old Ancestor Bing, should we keep this boy?"

The gazes of the several Soul Transformation Stage venerables turned in unison toward the old man in the straw raincoat.

The old man in the straw raincoat stroked his beard, smiled slightly, and his eyes gleamed as he said: "Of course not, but..."

After a slight pause, the old man threw away the bag of peaches in his hand, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his face: "If he can really find The Demoness, it won't be too late to get rid of him then..."

The several Soul Transformation Stage venerables nodded one after another.

...

The scene of Su Fan killing Mo Qingfeng had long been seen clearly by this group of people.

In fact, this group had already been searching for The Demoness for three months, but without any leads.

With the help of a Soul Transformation Stage divine calculator, it was finally calculated that Su Fan had a strand of connection with The Demoness. In order to find The Demoness, Old Ancestor Bing had secretly planted a tracking mechanism on Su Fan while disguised as a boatman using a Clone.

It was just that the tracking mechanism was invisible and colorless; it was a nano-sized ice particle. With Su Fan's cultivation, it was impossible for him to perceive it...

At this moment, Su Fan did not know that his every move was being watched by a group of big shots.

After killing Mo Qingfeng, Su Fan seemed to have lost his goal all of a sudden.

He just sat in one place, looking at the clouds at the horizon, his mind turning over and over, increasingly feeling that Ji Yao was the only truly good person he had encountered.

Although from the process, he was coerced by her to perform Alchemy, and might even have lost his life, but from the result, it was she who gave him the Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique Qiankun Spirit Gathering Art, allowing him to advance from Qi Refining Stage 3 to Foundation Establishment Middle Stage in just four months. In the future, no matter which Sect he joined, he could become an Inner Sect Disciple.

At the same time, she also gave him a golden spirit furnace and a pile of priceless medicinal materials, although these medicinal materials were snatched away by that shameless bastard Mo Qingfeng and the others...

In addition, she also pointed out a stroke of good fortune to him.

Letting him obtain the azure fire underworld sword and the Green Fire Nether Art.

"Medicinal materials... wait..."

Thinking of the medicinal materials, Su Fan hurriedly got up, walked to Mo Qingfeng's corpse again, felt his waist, and found a Storage Pouch from it.

He probed his Divine Sense into the Storage Pouch and encountered resistance. He used his powerful Mental Energy to wipe away the original owner's memory from the Storage Pouch, and then probed his Divine Sense into the Storage Pouch, but he did not find those original medicinal materials...

"What a prodigal son, you actually squandered it all..."

Su Fan had no interest in the other items in the Storage Pouch. After kicking Mo Qingfeng's corpse twice, he stepped on his Flying Sword and flew into the sky, but he was just flying around aimlessly...

The Flying Sword he was using at this moment was naturally the azure steel sword originally issued to every Disciple by the Jianren Sect. As for that azure fire underworld sword, he naturally did not take it out.

In the Cultivation world where the strong were as numerous as clouds, "do not show off your wealth" was almost a consensus for every Cultivator.

Cultivators who did not understand this principle already had grass growing high on their graves.

Su Fan flew around with his sword, just as if he were enjoying the scenery. As for where to go, he did not know, but he did not dare to fly out of the sphere of influence of the original Jianren Sect, fearing being targeted by some Golden Core Realm powerhouses...

After all, in the Cultivation world, things like killing people and snatching treasures were happening almost every day, every moment.

He just flew around like this, one day, two days, three days...

Until half a month passed...

The several Soul Transformation Stage venerables who were secretly following him thousands of meters behind could no longer help but swear.

"Damn it! What exactly does this brat want to do?"

"Could it be that he wants to toy with us?"

"Could it be that our act of tracking him has already been discovered by him?"

"Impossible, with his Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation, it is impossible for him to discover us in this life!"

"..."

In fact, it was not that Su Fan intended to toy with these several Soul Transformation Stage venerables; it was really that he did not know where he should go or what he should do.

Originally, there was still the Jianren Sect where he could nest and Cultivate, and learn some Alchemy or something.

Now, he could already refine third or fourth-grade Medicinal Pill by himself. As for Cultivation, relying on that Qiankun Spirit Gathering Art, he could Cultivate for half an hour every day, which was equivalent to half a month in the past.

Moreover, as long as he fully opened up his breathing and breathing exercises, the Spiritual Qi inhaled in half an hour would also take a whole day to refine.

Therefore, for the remaining time, he had no choice but to look at the scenery around the original sphere of influence of the Jianren Sect.

As for joining other Sects, it was not that he hadn't thought about it, but once he joined a Sect, he would be subject to constraints and management, and he was even more worried that the treasures he carried would be targeted by others...

Therefore, he just flew around aimlessly like this, enjoying the scenery while Cultivating, which made the group of Soul Transformation Stage venerables following him furious, so angry that they cursed out loud.

...

Time drifted by, and in the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.

"Grass! I really want to slap this brat to death with one palm!"

"He is doing fine; in just half a year, he has broken through to the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection stage, half a step to the Golden Core, just one realization away from breaking through to the Golden Core. What about us? We wasted more than half a year with him! It really pisses me off!"

In the sky, a Soul Transformation Middle Stage venerable looked at Su Fan lying on the grass and cursed loudly.

The other Soul Transformation Stage venerables also complained one after another. They had done nothing for half a year, just accompanying this kid flying around.

At this moment, a white-haired old man appeared abruptly. He was holding an ice staff, and the pressure of his Spiritual power was released, which was extremely terrifying.

The several Soul Transformation venerables knelt in the Void Realm one after another: "Old Ancestor Bing!"

The few people kneeling on the ground secretly clicked their tongues; they did not expect that Old Ancestor Bing's true body had actually come this time, and it was not a Clone that had come...

"Get up. This old man has already sensed the mechanism. That The Demoness is within three thousand miles of here..." Old Ancestor Bing said.

His voice contained an unquestionable majesty.

The several Soul Transformation venerables stood up one after another.

"Old Ancestor Bing, what should we do next?"

"Should we kill this kid first?"

Someone gritted their teeth.

"No rush. We haven't seen The Demoness yet. Killing him might cause variables."

Old Ancestor Bing stroked his white beard, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, his expression solemn: "This time, to prevent The Demoness from escaping, this old man has invited a big shot to come..."

"You mean... that big shot?"

"That's right, it's him!"

When they heard that the big shot was really willing to come, the eyes of the several Soul Transformation venerables all showed surprise.

It seemed that this time, capturing and killing The Demoness was a sure thing...