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"Just who is this Li Feiyu? There must be something fishy about him completing so many dangerous missions in such a short time." Han Feng said to his trusted confidants with a gloomy expression as he sat in his room.

Those who secretly observed Fan Tong held considerable positions within the Mad Demon Sect. Among them, the leader was a steward named Han Feng.

This person has always been arrogant and proud. Seeing that Fan Tong, a previously unknown true disciple, has improved his cultivation so quickly, he couldn't help but feel jealous and suspicious.

"Sir, should we go and test him?" a trusted aide suggested obsequiously.

Han Feng nodded slightly, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Don't alert him yet. Keep an eye on him secretly and see what he does next."

Meanwhile, Fan Tong was completely unaware of all this, and he took on an even more arduous task—to explore an ancient demon cave.

It is said that the Demon Cave is filled with endless dangers, but it may also contain precious treasures and powerful martial arts manuals.

What exactly you get depends entirely on your luck. But it suits Fan Tong perfectly; what he gets isn't important, what matters is being able to kill magical beasts without restraint and improve his cultivation.

The moment he stepped into the demon's lair, a decaying and chilling aura assaulted his senses. The lair was dimly lit, and the walls flickered with eerie light, as if countless eyes were watching him.

Fan Tong walked forward cautiously when suddenly, a group of ghostly monsters sprang out of the darkness and pounced on him with bared teeth and claws.

Undeterred by the danger, Fan Tong unleashed the second move of the Taiyi Sword Technique—Starry Sky Transformation. His sword flashed relentlessly, driving back the demons one by one. But the demons kept surging in, seemingly endless.

He gradually felt his strength waning, and just then, the Yama Ancient Sword in his dantian space once again transmitted a power that invigorated him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fan Tong unleashed his ultimate sword technique, the Qiankun Heavy Sword, and finally carved a bloody path, penetrating deep into the demon's lair.

After catching his breath, he picked up the Taiyi Ancient Sword and charged forward again. Finally, deep in the Demon Cave, he discovered a book that looked very ancient.

Just as he was about to reach for it, his ears twitched and his eyes turned sharply toward the entrance to the Demon Cave!

"Hmph, Li Feiyu, you really do have something going on!" Han Feng sneered.

Fan Tong's heart tightened, but he asked them with great confidence, "Deacon Han, what is the meaning of this?"

Han Feng said dismissively, "Stop pretending. Your strength has improved so quickly, and you can still thrive in this demonic cave. You must have some unspeakable secret."

Fan Tong knew that he could not back down now. He gripped his sword tightly and said, "Deacon Han, everything I have done is for the sect. If you do not believe me, you may go back and report to the sect."

Han Feng's eyes flickered. He didn't dare to make a move against Fan Tong rashly. Fan Tong's composure didn't seem fake, which made him wary.

"Alright, I'll let you off this time, but you'd better not give me any leverage over you." After saying that, Han Feng turned and left with his trusted aides.

Fan Tong breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the ancient book, and continued exploring the Demon Cave until he obtained the required items for the mission. He then cautiously made his way towards the Mad Demon Sect.

The threat from Han Feng lingered in Fan Tong's mind. He knew that Han Feng would not let him off easily and that he had to find a way to deal with this potential crisis.

Upon returning to the Mad Demon Sect, Fan Tong decided to keep a low profile for the time being to avoid attracting more attention. He locked himself in his room and carefully studied the ancient books he had obtained in the Demon Cave.

This ancient book records a very interesting set of martial arts techniques, which is a set of seventy-two basic sword moves. Each move is unique and can be combined to form powerful combos.

As for how much combat power one can unleash, that depends entirely on one's own understanding and application of sword techniques.

Fan Tong, who was just about to lay low and lay low, was getting used to his cultivation at the eighth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm while also studying the seventy-two basic sword moves.

Yes! After taking on missions day and night for a period of time recently, his cultivation level has risen to the eighth level, something he never dared to dream of before.

Unfortunately, Fan Tong's low profile did not dispel Han Feng's doubts. Seeing that Fan Tong did not reappear, Han Feng devised another plan.

He arranged for people to spread rumors that Fan Tong had obtained an evil cultivation technique that could devour the demonic energy of demon cultivators, which was why his strength had increased by leaps and bounds.

These rumors gradually spread within the Mad Demon Sect, and many disciples cast strange glances at Fan Tong.

Seeing that his first step in the plan had achieved good results, Han Feng found a disciple at the ninth level of the Profound Demon Realm and spread the word that he could not stand Fan Tong's cruelty to his fellow disciples and wanted to duel with him.

Fan Tong initially didn't want to agree, but then he thought again that this might be another opportunity to make a name for himself in the sect. Moreover, as long as he proved his strength in the martial arts competition, those rumors would naturally fall apart.

On the day of the competition, Fan Tong stood on the martial arts stage, facing an arrogant disciple. This man, named Zhao Yan, was a renowned figure within the Mad Demon Sect and one of Han Feng's confidants, determined to severely suppress Fan Tong in the competition.

As the starting bell rang, Zhao Yan charged towards Fan Tong like lightning without a word. The longsword in his hand gleamed coldly, its sharp edge aimed directly at Fan Tong's vitals.

Fan Tong's gaze sharpened, and he dodged to the side, holding Li Feiyu's sword horizontally to block Zhao Yan's subsequent attack.

"Hmph, is that all you've got?" Zhao Yan mocked, his swordplay becoming increasingly ferocious, each move containing powerful magic, attempting to suppress Fan Tong with absolute force.

Fan Tong understood his opponent's intentions, yet remained completely calm. He moved nimbly across the training platform, skillfully avoiding Zhao Yan's attacks. At the same time, he rapidly considered the combinations of the seventy-two basic sword techniques in his mind.

Unable to break through Fan Tong's defenses, Zhao Yan grew increasingly impatient. He suddenly roared and unleashed a powerful sword technique, the sword shadows multiplying and enveloping Fan Tong.

Fan Tong felt the pressure increase dramatically, but he remained calm and fearless. The spiritual energy in his dantian continuously flowed out and poured into the sword in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and, based on Zhao Yan's swordplay, instantly created a combo. His sword moved like a dragon, not only deflecting Zhao Yan's attack but also launching a counterattack.

The disciples below the stage watched the battle intently. They all knew how powerful Zhao Yan was and felt that Fan Tong would probably have a hard time dealing with him.

But at the crucial moment, a glint of light flashed in Fan Tong's eyes. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he changed his sword combination again. With a swing of his sword, a sword aura burst forth, heading straight for Zhao Yan's weakness.

Zhao Yan was shocked and hurriedly tried to defend, but it was too late. Fan Tong's sword energy struck his arm, and Zhao Yan felt the pain, causing him to slow down his sword strike.

Taking advantage of the situation, Fan Tong launched a counterattack, constantly changing his sword moves and attacking Zhao Yan with a fierce and rapid barrage of sword techniques.

Zhao Yan was thrown into disarray and could only defend passively.

Fan Tong attacked more and more fiercely, his sword seemed to be one with him, and every move contained endless power.

Finally, under Fan Tong's exquisite combo attacks, Zhao Yan revealed a huge opening. Fan Tong seized the opportunity and thrust out his sword, aiming straight for Zhao Yan's chest.

Zhao Yan's eyes widened in terror, trying to dodge but it was too late. Just as the sword tip was about to touch his chest, Fan Tong twisted his wrist, and the blade grazed Zhao Yan's body.

"You've lost!" Fan Tong sheathed his sword and stood calmly looking at Zhao Yan.

A gasp of amazement immediately rose from the audience, and even those disciples who had previously doubted Fan Tong began to look at him with new respect.

Han Feng watched Fan Tong's outstanding performance from below the stage, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

"You brat, just you wait and see how I deal with you."