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Fan Tong calmly stopped, slightly raised his head, looked directly at the guard, and coldly replied, "I am an inner disciple who has just returned from a mission."

The guards sized him up, their eyes filled with suspicion and wariness. Their gazes were like sharp blades, cutting across Fan Tong, trying to find any suspicious signs.

"Do you have a token to prove your identity?" another guard asked, extending his hand.

Fan Tong's heart tightened, and his heartbeat quickened instantly, but he remained calm on the surface. He casually took out the token he had snatched from Li Feiyu from his pocket and handed it over.

The guards took the token and examined it carefully, turning it over and over. In their hands, the token was like a priceless treasure; they couldn't afford to miss a single detail.

Fan Tong's heart was in his throat, and a fine layer of sweat unconsciously seeped onto his forehead. But he still tried to remain calm, his gaze meeting the guard's without flinching.

Finally, the guard's expression softened slightly, and he said in a meaningful tone, "The token is a good token, but it hasn't found the right master!"

Upon seeing this, Fan Tong looked puzzled, then suddenly realized what was happening and quickly handed over the two demonic spirit herbs he had hidden in his sleeve.

"Not bad, you do have some brains. Let's go, if you'd done this earlier, I wouldn't have been so blinded by all this looking! You should remember to take care of us, otherwise, if we're standing here all day, where will we get any cultivation resources?"

The guard tossed the token over, his attitude immediately changing as he warmly invited Fan Tong into the Mad Demon Sect.

Fan Tong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface he maintained a calm expression. He then offered a few more compliments before striding into the Mad Demon Sect.

The buildings within the Mad Demon Sect are intricate and complex, with winding and twisting roads, and a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere permeates the surroundings.

Fan Tong didn't stop for a moment, recalling the route he had learned from the two disciples, and returned to Li Feiyu's courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, Fan Tong quickly closed the door, tiptoed to the bedside, and sat down cross-legged.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding with nervousness.

After a moment, Fan Tong, having calmed his mind, slowly activated the nameless cultivation technique. Although he couldn't absorb spiritual energy to cultivate in the Western Regions, which were filled with demonic energy.

However, the Yama Ancient Sword in the dantian space had accumulated a lot of golden spiritual power from the previous killing of demonic beasts and feedback from Li Feiyu and the others.

The moment the golden spiritual energy entered Fan Tong's meridians, he felt as if a scalding, surging torrent was rushing through his body. Every inch of his meridians felt like it was being pierced by countless red-hot needles, and the throbbing pain almost made him cry out.

But Fan Tong gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his knuckles white from excessive force, enduring the almost unbearable pain as he circulated his internal energy with all his might, desperately absorbing this powerful and violent force.

As time passed, the aura emanating from Fan Tong grew stronger and stronger. The air in the room seemed to be compressed by the aura he exuded, forming visible ripples.

Finally, after he had completely absorbed and integrated the last trace of golden spiritual energy, Fan Tong suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them like lightning.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling the surging power within his body like a turbulent ocean. To his delight, he discovered that his cultivation had once again significantly improved, reaching the peak of the fifth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm.

"Although my strength has increased again, it is still far from enough to operate smoothly in this treacherous Mad Demon Sect," Fan Tong muttered to himself.

He frowned, lost in deep thought, pondering how to get close to Xun, the ruthless and strict man who was in charge of the Hall of Punishments.

Fan Tong paced back and forth in the small room, his steps heavy and hurried, each step seemingly carrying his inner anxiety and unease.

The room was simply furnished, with a wooden bed against the wall. The bedding on the bed was worn and gave off a faint musty smell.

A dilapidated table lay across the window, with an oil lamp on it. The wick was burnt black, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.

Several stools leaned haphazardly against the wall, one of which had a broken leg and was barely balanced by a stone.

Fan Tong decided to leave the somewhat oppressive room and go to a crowded place to gather information and learn more about the Mad Demon Sect.

He strolled leisurely through the Mad Demon Sect with seemingly casual steps, but his eyes remained vigilant as he secretly observed everything around him.

He observed every disciple who passed by, the layout of every building, and even every gust of wind that blew by.

As Fan Tong passed by a spacious training ground, he saw a group of disciples enthusiastically sparring. Dust billowed across the training ground, and shouts and the clanging of weapons mingled together, creating a fierce and tense atmosphere.

He stopped and stood aside to watch quietly, his gaze lingering on each disciple who was fighting, silently assessing their strength and techniques.

At this moment, an older disciple noticed Fan Tong. He stopped what he was doing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and strode over.

"Little Li, why are you back so soon? I told you that the magical beast was difficult to deal with, but you insisted on trying!" The older disciple looked Fan Tong up and down, his tone filled with doubt and curiosity.

Fan Tong's heart tightened slightly, but he immediately put on a fawning smile and deliberately sighed, "Sigh! Who says otherwise! If I had known, I wouldn't have tried to show off and wasted my time. I would have been better off honing my martial arts skills here!"

The disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's true. Our Mad Demon Sect doesn't support idlers. Learn more skills so you won't bring shame to the sect when you go out."

Fan Tong nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of respect: "Thank you for your teachings, Senior Brother. I will keep them in mind."

Taking the opportunity, Fan Tong struck up a conversation with the disciples, "Senior brother, I've heard that we're constantly in conflict with the Mad Demon Sect. What should we do? Moreover, I've heard that we're at a disadvantage!"

Upon hearing this question, the older disciple's eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence and emotion, as if he were lost in distant memories.

He cleared his throat and whispered to Fan Tong, "Little Li, you must remember that our Mad Demon Sect was once one of the overlords of the Western Regions. In our heyday, all forces respected and feared us. It's just that in recent years, we have not been able to keep up with the rise of other forces."

"This time, the Mad Demon Sect also made an enemy of us because of a mountain range rich in spirit minerals. However, our Mad Demon Sect has a deep foundation and cannot be easily shaken by the Mad Demon Sect."

Fan Tong listened intently, then asked, "So, what are our chances of winning this battle against the Mad Demon Sect?"

The older disciple frowned, his expression becoming serious. "It's hard to say. The Mad Demon Sect is no pushover either. They've developed rapidly in recent years, producing many experts."

"However, the sect will send its core disciples to participate in this battle. They are all experts in the Profound Demon Realm, each with amazing techniques and combat experience. As long as we unite, we may not necessarily lose."

After speaking with the disciple, Fan Tong returned to the courtyard, seemingly lost in thought.

He sat down at the old table and began to carefully devise a detailed plan to approach Xun Mozi based on the information he had gathered.

He thought to himself that first he needed to cultivate diligently and complete a series of difficult tasks to improve his cultivation level and enter the eyes of the sect's higher-ups as soon as possible, so as to gain the qualification to fight against the Mad Demon Sect.

In battle, one must strictly enforce the sect's rules and punishments, leaving no stone unturned in order to cater to Xun Mozi's style and preferences.

Fan Tong also planned to secretly collect clues about potential traitors within the Mad Demon Sect or their collusion with other sects. When the time was right, he would contribute these crucial clues without reservation in order to gain the trust and appreciation of the Mad Demon Sect's higher-ups.

In addition, he should keep a close eye on Feng Mozi's personal relationships. If all else fails, he can also try to find out about the situation in Chi Lei Ancient City ten years ago from the sidelines.

Fan Tong pondered every detail of the plan repeatedly, constantly refining and improving it. He knew that the plan was full of risks and challenges, and every step could lead to an abyss.

But he had no way out. No matter what difficulties and obstacles awaited him, he had to forge ahead and find out what happened back then.