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After the martial arts competition, Fan Tong thought he could get out of his predicament for the time being, but he did not expect that Han Feng had secretly colluded with some disciples who were jealous of Fan Tong and plotted a conspiracy.

One night, Fan Tong was suddenly attacked while he was cultivating. A group of men in black rushed into his room and attacked without saying a word.

Fan Tong fought back fiercely in the darkness, but the enemy was numerous and each of them was highly skilled.

Just as Fan Tong was beginning to have trouble holding on, he suddenly and secretly unleashed the "Dragon Elephant Skill," unleashing a powerful force that repelled the men in black who were attacking him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he rushed out of the room, wanting to find the mastermind behind it all. After looking around, he used his elephant-step charge to move forward quickly.

Meanwhile, Han Feng was hiding in the shadows, secretly pleased with Fan Tong's disheveled appearance. But he never expected Fan Tong to break through the encirclement and rush towards his hiding place.

Seeing that things were going badly, Han Feng turned to flee. But Fan Tong wouldn't let him escape so easily and gave chase. Finally, in a secluded corner, Fan Tong intercepted Han Feng.

"Han Feng, you're the one who did all this today!" Fan Tong glared angrily.

Han Feng feigned composure: "Li Feiyu, don't make baseless accusations. What evidence do you have?"

Fan Tong sneered: "Evidence? Your actions are known to heaven and earth. Do you think you can hide them from everyone?"

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, patrolling disciples from the sect heard the commotion and rushed over. Fan Tong told them what had happened, but Han Feng vehemently denied everything.

The patrolling disciples decided to report the matter to the Enforcement Hall and await their decision. Fan Tong knew that this was a major turning point in his life within the Mad Demon Sect, and his fate might change from that moment on.

The patrolling disciples brought Fan Tong, Han Feng, and others to Xun Mozi, the master of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Fan Tong hadn't expected to meet Xun Mozi by such a coincidence. He quickly concealed the strange look in his eyes and looked up.

Xun Mozi sat upright in the grand chair in the main hall, his hands on the armrests. His brows were filled with a stern and imposing air, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, revealing a hint of sarcasm. At this moment, his expression was serious, and his eyes were sharp as he scrutinized the crowd standing below.

"What exactly happened?" Xun Mozi's voice was calm and authoritative, echoing in the empty hall with an unquestionable aura.

Fan Tong took a deep breath, stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and then methodically recounted in detail how Han Feng had instructed Zhao Yan to deliberately suppress him in the martial arts competition, as well as the cause and effect of the attack that night.

Han Feng, who was listening from the side, had a gloomy face. After Fan Tong finished speaking, he couldn't wait to jump out and defend himself, "Palace Master, this Fan Tong is a complete fabrication! He was just a disciple who didn't even have a name before."

"Now that he's so arrogant and domineering, he must have some ulterior motive. Maybe he's a spy sent by another sect to deliberately sow discord within our sect!"

Xun Mozi frowned slightly, his gaze shifting back and forth between Fan Tong and Han Feng, and he fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Just then, a disciple rushed over, whispered a few words in the temple master's ear, and presented an item. The temple master glanced at it, his face darkened, and he threw the item at Han Feng.

"This was found on the black-clad man who attacked Fan Tong. What else do you have to say?" Xun Mozi's voice was filled with anger.

When Han Feng saw the token, his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. But he was still unwilling to give up and insisted, "Someone is deliberately framing me! Palace Master, please investigate!"

Xun Mozi snorted coldly, stood up abruptly, and waved his sleeve: "Han Feng, even now you still show no remorse. From today onwards, you are stripped of your position as steward and sent directly to the front lines of the battle against the Mad Demon Sect. You will have to atone for your crimes and perform meritorious service, or else you will not be spared!"

Han Feng was struck dumb, collapsing to the ground, his face ashen, muttering, "Palace Master, spare me... Palace Master, spare me..."

Fan Tong was finally exonerated. As details of his match with Zhao Yan and his response to the assassination attempt were revealed, his status within the Mad Demon Sect also improved.

However, he did not let his guard down. He knew that in the treacherous Mad Demon Sect, he needed even greater strength to truly establish himself.

Therefore, he practiced the seventy-two basic sword moves even more diligently, constantly exploring new combinations and ways to use them.

During a mission, Fan Tong was tasked with wiping out a group of evil demonic cultivators. This group occupied a treacherous mountain called Black Wind Ridge, a complex and easily defensible terrain.

Fan Tong embarked on his journey to Black Wind Ridge alone. Along the way, he proceeded cautiously, avoiding potential traps and patrolling demonic cultivators.

As he approached Black Wind Ridge, he discovered that the mountain peak soared into the clouds, surrounded by mist, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Fan Tong cleverly concealed himself among the trees and rocks in the forest, quietly approaching the demonic cultivators' camp.

As he finally approached the camp, he discovered a number of patrolling demonic cultivators moving around. These cultivators had wary eyes, and the weapons in their hands emitted an eerie light, as if proclaiming their ferocity.

Fan Tong took a deep breath and decided to deal with these patrolling demonic cultivators first. He flashed like a ghost and instantly appeared behind one of the demonic cultivators.

With a gentle flick of his sword, as soft as a night breeze, the demonic cultivator was caught off guard when a red line appeared on his neck, and he collapsed to the ground.

The other demonic cultivators noticed the anomaly and charged towards Fan Tong, shouting loudly. In an instant, shouts of battle erupted everywhere.

Fan Tong remained completely composed. He unleashed the sword techniques he had cultivated, his swordplay as swift as the wind, each strike precisely hitting the enemy's vitals. His movements were agile, weaving freely among the demonic cultivators, his sword flashing, blood splattering everywhere.

However, the demonic cultivators were numerous and worked together seamlessly, forming a tight defensive line. Fan Tong gradually found himself in a predicament, and several wounds appeared on his body.

Just then, his swordplay suddenly paused, and the spiritual energy within his dantian slowly poured into the sword in his hand. Instantly, the sword was covered with a layer of dazzling light, like a blazing sun.

Fan Tong attacked again, this time with even greater power. Wherever his sword struck, demonic cultivators fell one after another, like wheat being harvested.

His swordplay was like a surging river, continuous and unending, and like a violent storm, incredibly swift and fierce.

Taking advantage of Fan Tong's unpreparedness, a demonic cultivator launched a sneak attack from behind, slashing straight at his back with his long sword.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Fan Tong dodged to the side and with a backhand slash, severed the demonic cultivator's arm.

Two more demonic cultivators attacked simultaneously, one wielding a sword and aiming for his chest, the other swinging an axe at his leg.

Fan Tong leaped into the air, spun around, and his sword followed his movements, simultaneously repelling the two demonic cultivators.

After a fierce battle, Fan Tong finally slew the last demonic cultivator with his sword. The entire battlefield was filled with the stench of blood, and Fan Tong's clothes were stained red with blood, but his eyes remained resolute.

He slowly sheathed the Taiyi Ancient Sword and began searching the camp for useful items and intelligence. This battle not only allowed him to successfully complete his mission, but also enabled him to further hone his skills in actual combat.

More importantly, with the help of the Yama Ancient Sword, his cultivation finally reached the peak of the ninth level of the Yellow Spirit Realm.

Just as Fan Tong's reputation was growing stronger within the Mad Demon Sect, the conflict between the Mad Demon Sect and the Frenzied Demon Sect intensified. Both sides continuously sent out their experts to fight each other, and the flames of war spread.

"It seems I need to continue my actions!" Fan Tong opened his eyes, got up, and walked towards the Hall of Law Enforcement.