Kill Order, Zhao Yan'er

Even though Qihua Peak tried their utmost to cover it up, the events of last night still sprouted wings, reaching the ears of the disciples on every other main peak.

For a time.

The identity of the "mysterious figure" who ransacked Qihua Peak became a hot topic of discussion across all the main peaks.

According to the rumors.

Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao were the most likely suspects. However, upon careful consideration, the idea of Ning Fan and Yun Qingyao making off with so many heavenly materials and earthly treasures from Qihua Peak...

...was simply too difficult to believe.

A growing majority believed the mysterious thief who ransacked Qihua Peak was someone else entirely. At the very least, it had to be a chief disciple from one of the main peaks.

Just as the entire matter became increasingly baffling and the truth obscured.

Various heavenly materials and earthly treasures began circulating within the Yin Yang Divine Sect. At first, these treasures did not attract much attention, but due to the sheer volume entering the market, piece by piece, they began to perfectly match what Qihua Peak had lost.

This was a massive problem!

Subsequently, martial skills lost by Qihua Peak began appearing in the Fan Pavilion. Qihua Peak was forced to take action. Led by Chief Disciple Chang Yue, the personal disciples and Ranking Disciples sallied forth, sparing no expense to recover Qihua Peak's lost martial skills!

One had to understand that if these martial skills were allowed to spread, the techniques of Qihua Peak's disciples would be completely seen through by the other main peaks.

When crossing blows with their opponents, Qihua Peak disciples would find themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Thus, it was absolutely impossible to let these martial skills circulate freely within the Sect.

While recovering the martial skills, Qihua Peak's disciples also investigated who exactly was peddling their stolen goods. Yet, no matter how hard they searched...

...they couldn't even catch the tail of the fence. This alone proved how incredibly cautious the seller was.

Below the Fan Pavilion, Ning Fan stood with his arms crossed. Watching the pavilion, which was now several times more bustling than before-especially with the presence of Qihua Peak's disciples-he couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The smoother the trade, the more cultivation resources Ning Fan would obtain.

Yin Fengyue had promised Ning Fan-

Once those heavenly materials, earthly treasures, martial skills, and cultivation methods were sold, Ning Fan would receive half a percent of the Spirit Stones.

One shouldn't look down on this mere half a percent.

Given the terrifying total value of all those treasures and manuals, it would still amount to a figure that left Ning Fan thoroughly satisfied!

"Are you, perhaps, Ning Fan?"

Suddenly, a slightly haughty voice rang out behind him. Ning Fan subconsciously turned his head, only to see several disciples standing behind him, having arrived unnoticed.

He instinctively glanced at the crests upon their chests.

By the crests, one could determine which main peak a martial cultivator belonged to-except, of course, for disciples who had already left their peaks to act on behalf of the Sect.

"You are Yin Yang Peak disciples?!"

Ning Fan raised an eyebrow.

In his memory, aside from rejecting Yin Yang Peak, he didn't seem to have any grievances with its disciples.

Therefore, he had nothing to fear.

He carefully examined the leading disciple of Yin Yang Peak-a woman who looked a few years older than him. Or perhaps they were the same age, but for some unspeakable reasons, she simply appeared more mature.

She wore a flamboyant crimson dress, her black hair cascading behind her like a waterfall.

A deeply settled charm lingered between her brows.

Every gesture she made exuded endless allure. Her bright red, slender fingernails, in particular, added a touch of enchanting seduction to her appearance.

"I am indeed Ning Fan. Do you need something from me?"

Ning Fan cupped his fists in greeting, his attitude quite polite.

The leading female disciple of Yin Yang Peak did not answer immediately. Instead, she looked him up and down, a hint of aggressive intent filling her eyes.

Just that gaze alone made Ning Fan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Senior Sister Zhao, should we make our move?"

A cultivator standing beside the woman asked.

"Zhao..."

Ning Fan's pupils instantly shrank. He had no feud with Yin Yang Peak's disciples, but he held an irreconcilable blood feud with the Zhao family.

Could these people have come seeking revenge!?

Before Ning Fan could deal with the group in front of him, several more voices rang out from behind.

"Ning Fan!?"

"It is Ning Fan!!!"

Ning Fan turned his head and saw several Lingyue Peak disciples standing behind him. Frowning deeply, he couldn't help but grumble inwardly-

He had merely come out for a stroll, yet he had already run into two groups of people searching for him. It seemed he truly was considered a prominent figure within the Yin Yang Divine Sect.

"And who might you be?"

Ning Fan asked, his voice stern.

"Us?"

"We are here to claim the Reward for the Zhao family's kill order. Did you know? As long as we slay you or capture you alive, we can head to Qianyang Cave to collect a massive bounty of cultivation resources."

The Lingyue Peak disciples spread out slightly, flanking Ning Fan in a pincer formation.

Hearing this, Ning Fan frowned deeply.

A kill order.

The Zhao family had actually resorted to such a disgusting tactic.

Among peers, the Yin Yang Divine Sect did not prohibit lethal combat between disciples. It seemed stepping outside his peak was going to be quite troublesome from now on!

"Die!!"

The three Lingyue Peak disciples wasted no more words. Stomping heavily against the ground, the trio charged straight at him.

The area around the Fan Pavilion was exceedingly lively, and the commotion here had already attracted considerable attention. Countless gazes were now cast in their direction.

"Three martial cultivators at the fourth layer of the Profound Extreme Realm are ambushing Ning Fan!?"

"Wait, why is Ning Fan's cultivation base only at the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm!?"

"Ah, this..."

"This Ning Fan might not be a match for those three Lingyue Peak disciples."

Murmurs of discussion swept through the crowd. Ning Fan was currently a disciple enjoying the limelight; even those who hadn't seen him in person had at least heard his name.

-Possessing extraordinary talent, boldly rejecting Yin Yang Peak, and passing all three trials during the disciple snatching battle.

He was even suspected of being the mysterious thief who had ransacked Qihua Peak.

But...

At this very moment, what unfolded before everyone's eyes was a disciple at the peak of the Yellow Extreme Realm being besieged by three cultivators at the fourth layer of the Profound Extreme Realm.

Judging purely by logic.

A peak Yellow Extreme Realm cultivator besieged by three fourth-layer Profound Extreme Realm opponents basically had absolutely no chance of escaping with their life.

But factoring in Ning Fan's natural talent...

"If he uses every trump card at his disposal, he might just manage to escape, or perhaps repel one or two of the Lingyue Peak disciples before fleeing."

A voice rang out, speaking the thoughts shared by the crowd.

Everyone felt the same.

Holding Ning Fan in such high regard under these circumstances was already incredibly generous.

So...

What methods would Ning Fan employ!?

All eyes fell upon Ning Fan, waiting to see what techniques he would unleash. By now, the three Lingyue Peak cultivators had already closed the distance.

In the very next moment.

Three fist shadows surged directly toward Ning Fan. Facing this absolute peril, Ning Fan's expression remained entirely devoid of joy or sorrow. He simply threw out two punches of his own.

"What!?"

"He's not using any martial skills, but rather clashing head-on with pure physical strength?"

"Isn't that courting death?"

Someone blurted out.

Instantly, others voiced their agreement.

But before they could say another word.

The fists had already collided.

Boom-

A massive explosion erupted at the point of impact. Following that, three figures violently blasted backward, flying through the air like broken rag dolls!!

-It was the three Lingyue Peak disciples.

Quiet.

Absolute silence.

The entire area was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

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