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After carefully planning his next steps in the courtyard, Fan Tong decided to continue operating within the Mad Demon Sect under the alias "Li Feiyu" for the sake of convenience.

He knew all too well that in this strange and dangerous place, a single misstep could plunge him into an abyss of no return.

Having gathered his thoughts, Fan Tong took a deep breath and left the courtyard with firm steps. Sunlight shone on him, but it couldn't dispel the heaviness in his heart.

He walked toward the mission hall of the Mad Demon Sect. Along the way, the disciples he encountered were either in a hurry or chatting in small groups.

The mission hall was bustling with activity, filled with the cacophony of voices. Numerous disciples moved about, some excitedly discussing the missions they had just completed, while others frowned and pondered deeply before the mission list.

Fan Tong entered the mission hall, his gaze quickly sweeping over the various missions posted on the wall. On those yellowed sheets of paper, the mission descriptions and requirements were written in vermilion ink.

His gaze swept among the numerous missions before finally settling on a mission to hunt down a low-tier, second-grade magical beast called the "Shadow Panther."

The Shadow Panther's information was recorded in detail on the mission log. It was said that it was adept at lurking in the shadows, using its astonishing speed and agility to launch deadly attacks on its prey.

Its black fur blends seamlessly with its surroundings, making it difficult to spot. Moreover, it has already harmed many disciples of the Mad Demon Sect, becoming a major scourge to the sect.

The rewards for the mission are very generous, including a considerable number of magic stones and precious magic treasures, as well as contribution points that can greatly enhance one's status within the sect.

A resolute glint flashed in Fan Tong's eyes as he walked towards the mission registration desk without hesitation.

The disciple in charge of registration was busy with his head down when he heard footsteps. He looked up, glanced at Fan Tong, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Are you sure you want to take this mission? This Shadow Panther is not easy to deal with."

Fan Tong nodded expressionlessly, his voice low and powerful: "Confirmed."

The disciple was slightly taken aback, and looked him up and down again, seemingly doubting whether he had the ability.

"I'm telling you, kid, don't be ungrateful. This guy has caused a lot of people to suffer!" But the disciple in charge of registration saw that Fan Tong's expression was resolute, so he shrugged, picked up a pen, and wrote down Fan Tong's name and mission information in the ledger.

After accepting the mission, Fan Tong didn't linger at all, turning around and leaving the Mad Demon Sect without hesitation. He followed a winding path towards the Dark Mountains, where magical beasts roamed.

Along the way, the scenery became increasingly desolate, with jagged rocks and overgrown weeds. Fan Tong proceeded cautiously, trying not to make a sound with each step, while constantly being alert to any movement around him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, carrying a strange aura. Fan Tong's alarm bells rang, and he dodged to the side, only to see a dark figure leap out of the spot where he had just been standing.

It was the Shadow Panther! Its body appeared and disappeared in the shadows, like a ghost. Its eerie green eyes gleamed with a fierce light, seemingly capable of piercing the soul. Its fangs gleamed coldly in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine.

Fan Tong showed no fear. He gripped the Taiyi Ancient Sword tightly with his right hand, and the Yama Ancient Sword in his dantian space trembled slightly, as if it were yearning for the upcoming battle and the powerful demonic energy.

The Shadow Panther, having missed its first attack, quickly adjusted its stance and launched another attack. Its speed was lightning fast, and Fan Tong could only barely dodge thanks to the keen senses he had honed over many years.

After several rounds, Fan Tong had several shallow wounds on his body, and blood slowly seeped out, staining his clothes red.

But Fan Tong remained calm; his gaze grew even more composed. In the intervals between dodging, he carefully observed the Shadow Panther's attack patterns, searching for its weaknesses.

Finally, he discovered that after each attack by the Shadow Panther, there would be a momentary pause due to the exertion of force.

A glint of light flashed in Fan Tong's eyes. He seized this fleeting opportunity, leaped forward, and thrust his sword at the Shadow Leopard like a whirlwind.

The first move of the Taiyi Sword Technique – Qiankun Heavy Sword!

The sword strike was fierce, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, and it was swiftly unleashed.

The Shadow Panther couldn't dodge in time and was slashed several times, black blood gushing out. It roared angrily, its voice echoing through the valley, and pounced on Fan Tong even more frantically.

Fan Tong unleashed the Eight Forms of the Dragon Elephant Technique, interspersed with the newly cultivated Stellar Transformation. His figure darted through the mountains and forests, as elusive as a ghost.

Each attack landed precisely on the monster's vital points. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and sweat soaked his forehead, but his gaze remained steadfast.

Although the Shadow Panther was powerful, it gradually showed signs of fatigue in the face of Fan Tong's exquisite tactics and tenacious fighting spirit. Its attacks were no longer as swift as at the beginning, and its movements became sluggish.

Finally, Fan Tong found the monster's fatal weakness once again. He flashed forward, as swift as lightning, and thrust the Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand straight at the Shadow Panther's heart.

This sword strike embodied all his power and determination. The Shadow Panther had no time to react and was pierced through the heart by the sword.

Its body trembled violently a few times before collapsing to the ground with a thud. In its final moments, the demonic energy within it surged forth like a tidal wave.

Ignoring his injuries, Fan Tong immediately activated his nameless cultivation technique, refining the Yama Ancient Sword to absorb the powerful demonic energy and the golden spiritual power it fed back.

Golden spiritual energy flickered continuously on the sword's body before pouring into Fan Tong's body.

Fan Tong closed his eyes to refine the energy, feeling a powerful force coursing through and expanding within his body. Wherever this force reached, his meridians were widened and his dantian was filled.

When he opened his eyes again, they gleamed with a sharp light, and his cultivation had reached the sixth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm.

Not only that, the space in his dantian also expanded again, from a radius of 500 meters to 600 meters.

In this mysterious space, the spiritual energy is even more abundant, like a vibrant little world.

Fan Tong felt the growing power within him, and his confidence soared.

In the days that followed, Fan Tong took on various dangerous missions, venturing into perilous places to fight against magical beasts or other sects' demon races.

With each victory, he relied on the Yama Ancient Sword to absorb the demonic energy of his opponents, and his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds in the process.

However, Fan Tong's frequent actions also attracted the attention of some people within the Mad Demon Sect. They secretly observed Fan Tong and were shocked and suspicious of the speed at which his strength was improving.

Unfortunately, Fan Tong was completely unaware of this, still immersed in the joy of improving his cultivation, oblivious to the enormous crisis that was quietly approaching him.