Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 2032 The Pursuit of Crimson Blood, with the Intent to Build a Dojo

"You mean, he actually destroyed the Haoran Academy?"

As soon as Shen Fengyao finished speaking, Mo Fan's brows furrowed suddenly, and a forgotten fragment of memory exploded in his mind.

He recalled how, on the continent of Kyushu, the scholars of the Great River Academy burned their treasured Immortal-Seeking Incense to resist the White Tiger Saint King.

That incense was no ordinary object; it was a token used to seek help from the ancestors in the spirit world.

After the cataclysmic disaster, he gleaned some records from ancient scrolls deep within the Upside-Down Mountain.

Haoran Academy was founded by several sages from Dahe Academy after they ascended to the Spirit Realm.

"That is indeed the case."

Shen Fengyao nodded slightly, her tone tinged with regret, "Although the Great River Academy is not a major power, it was founded by several ascendants."

The young master also knew that the major powers in the spirit realm had never shown any mercy to those who ascended from the lower realms.

The fact that those sages of the Great River Academy were able to break free from their shackles, gain a foothold in the spirit world, and even establish a powerful force was already an act against the heavens.

Unfortunately, in the end, he was killed by his own disciple.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He finally understood everything that happened back then.

When Dahe Academy lit the incense of seeking immortality, its target for seeking help must have been Haoran Academy.

However, by then, the cultivators of the academy had already been slaughtered by the Crimson Blood Ancestor. The distress signal not only went unanswered but also attracted such evil spirits, which led to the scene of the evil spirits descending to the mortal realm to fight against the White Tiger Saint King.

Combined with the memory fragments just read, although the Crimson Blood Ancestor was chasing the White Tiger Saint King, he must have been seriously injured himself. Otherwise, with his cultivation level, he would not have been unable to capture even a Saint Realm cultivator who had just entered the Spirit Realm.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan looked up at Shen Fengyao and asked in a serious tone, "Do you know what level of cultivation the Crimson Blood Ancestor is now?"

"My sister and I encountered him twice in two different secret places."

Shen Fengyao pondered for a moment and slowly said, "On those two occasions, his cultivation level was only at the Saint Emperor Realm, and he acted with extreme caution, revealing his defensiveness at every turn."

Several hundred years have passed, and his cultivation must have made some progress, but in my opinion, he's at most hovering around the early stage of Saint Venerable, and won't cause much of a stir.

"Early stage of Saintly Venerable..."

Mo Fan repeated those four words in a low voice, the killing intent surging in his eyes growing stronger, almost solidifying.

"Brother Mo, could it be that this Crimson Blood Ancestor has some connection with the person you are looking for?"

Seeing that his expression was strange, Lin Yuan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

As soon as he said this, everyone at the table turned their gazes toward Mo Fan, full of curiosity.

"Exactly."

Mo Fan nodded, then turned to Lin Yuan and Wu Qilin, his tone earnest, "Both of you are local giants of the Northern Desert, with numerous cultivators under your command and your influence is deeply entrenched."

I would like to ask for your assistance in finding the Crimson Blood Ancestor. If we could capture him alive, that would be even better!

"This is not difficult!"

Lin Yuan immediately slammed his hand on the table and stood up, laughing loudly, "What's so special about a mere early-stage Saint Venerable cultivator?"

As long as he remains within the borders of the Northern Desert Plains, my Lin family will definitely find him without the slightest mistake!

Then, he changed the subject and asked, "Should we continue searching for the Fellow Daoist White Tiger mentioned earlier?"

"That senior should not be in the mining area."

Mo Fan looked at Lin Yuan with a serious expression, cupped his hands and said, "If Brother Lin is willing, you can send more people to search carefully in the Duozhe Mountain area."

I will forever remember this kindness and will surely repay it in the future!

After a pause, he added, "In addition, if it is convenient, I would also like to ask Brother Lin to lend a helping hand in rescuing the cultivators from the Nine Provinces who are trapped in the various mining areas of the Northern Desert. After all, they are my compatriots from my homeland."

"Hey! Don't talk about helping or not, that's too formal!"

Lin Yuan waved his hand, his tone still as forthright as ever, "How could I, Lin Yuan, refuse the task assigned by Brother Mo?"

We will definitely have the family's cultivators investigate this thoroughly!

Whether it's the Crimson Blood Ancestor or your fellow countrymen from the Nine Provinces, as long as they are still in the Northern Desert Plains, my Lin family will find them one by one!

"My Wu family is also willing to serve you like dogs and horses!"

Wu Qilin, who was standing to the side, quickly chimed in, "Although my Wu family is not as powerful as the Lin family, we can still do our best for you, young master, and we will not refuse!"

"Very good! I am extremely grateful for the great help from you two fellow Daoists!"

As Mo Fan spoke, he immediately stood up, raised the wine glass in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp. "This glass is for you two!"

After a few drinks, Lin Yuan stood up to take his leave: "Brother Mo, there's no time to lose. My wife and I will go back and give the order to mobilize the entire family. We will definitely give you an answer within a few days!"

Having said that, he hurriedly left with his wife.

After Lin Yuan and his wife left, the banquet was nearing its end.

Wu Qilin immediately took out a communication talisman and, in front of Mo Fan, issued orders to the family members, instructing them to spare no effort in searching for the whereabouts of the Crimson Blood Ancestor, and at the same time to thoroughly investigate all the major mining areas of the Northern Desert Plains, in order to find the whereabouts of the cultivators from the Nine Provinces.

"I'll leave this matter to you, fellow Daoist."

Upon seeing this, Mo Fan immediately bowed to Wu Qilin.

"Young master, you're too kind!" Wu Qilin chuckled, his tone respectful. "Compared to the great favor you've done for my Wu family, this little matter is utterly insignificant and not worth mentioning."

“You are older than me, so you don’t need to call me ‘senior’ anymore. It sounds too formal.” Mo Fan waved his hand. “Since you have decided to follow me, just call me ‘young master’ like they do.”

"Very well, young master!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Qilin not only did not feel embarrassed, but was overjoyed, his eyes shining brightly.

He knew in his heart that this meant Mo Fan had truly recognized him and regarded him as a confidant.

"Alright, you can go ahead and get busy."

Mo Fan waved his hand, then remembered something and added, "By the way, I'll return your palace to you. You can live there as you see fit from now on."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qilin was immediately startled and hurriedly asked, "Young Master, what do you mean? Could it be that a cultivator in my Wu Family Fortress has failed to provide adequate hospitality and has offended you?"

"You're overthinking it. It has nothing to do with your Wu family," Mo Fan chuckled. "I just want to find another place in the Spirit Realm to build my own Daoist temple."

"After all, I have many cultivators under my command. If they all lived in your Wu Family Fortress, it would seem like a cuckoo taking over someone else's nest, which wouldn't be proper."

He has many cultivators under his command?

Upon hearing this, Wu Qilin subconsciously glanced at the few people around Mo Fan, his face full of doubt.

He had heard Mo Fan say this several times, but what he saw before him was that Mo Fan had only three or five followers, which could hardly be called "numerous".

Furthermore, he already knew that Mo Fan had ascended from the lower realm, so where could he have recruited so many cultivators in such a short time?

Seeing that Mo Fan was unwilling to explain further, he dared not press the matter. He could only suppress his doubts and ask, "Where does the young master intend to establish his dojo? Do you have a preferred location yet?"

"I've found a place I like. If you're interested, you can come with me to take a look," Mo Fan said with a smile.

He had long seen through Wu Qilin's thoughts. The old man was reluctant to let him leave because he was worried that if he left, the Wu family would have no one to rely on when the Ye family came for revenge.

Sure enough, upon hearing Mo Fan's words, Wu Qilin was immediately overjoyed and nodded hastily, "Good! Good! I'll go with you right away, young master!"

"Young master, do we really want to build our own dojo?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Fengyao's eyes instantly lit up with excitement, and her tone was full of anticipation.

She then added, "Actually, it doesn't matter if we don't build a temple! If you and your two young mistresses don't mind, you can come and live with my sister and me at Spring Breeze Pavilion!"

The environment there is tranquil and the place is spacious enough to surely satisfy you, young master!

"Yao'er, stop talking nonsense!"

As soon as Shen Fengyao finished speaking, Shen Yueli immediately reprimanded her in a deep voice, her tone stern.

Shen Fengyao was startled, stuck out her little pink tongue, and looked a little aggrieved. She smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry, young master, I... I just meant well, I didn't think that much..."