In the war between humans and demons, it's not unreasonable for me to absorb demonic energy, is

Fan Tong quickly ran to his room, carefully propped the door shut with a wooden board, and then turned around and sat cross-legged.

At this moment, the dantian space was filled with golden spiritual energy, and the space area had reached 999.99 square meters. If it weren't for the desperate suppression, it would have broken through on the way.

"I wonder what this nameless martial arts technique is all about. It changes every time. I wonder what will happen this time, and how the old woman obtained it?"

Muttering to himself, Fan Tong calmed his mind and fully activated the nameless cultivation technique to refine the golden spiritual energy in his dantian.

As time went by, Fan Tong's spiritual energy gradually decreased. After a quarter of an hour, his dantian space suddenly emitted a series of cracking sounds.

"What's going on? Is the space about to collapse?" Fan Tong's expression changed, he gritted his teeth and desperately circulated his nameless cultivation technique.

After some time, the dantian space in his body suddenly began to contract. Between the rise and contraction of spiritual energy, the spiritual power was compressed and eventually formed strands of spiritual liquid.

Upon seeing this, Fan Tong's face lit up with joy, and he felt relieved. He then focused all his energy on circulating his cultivation technique, continuously compressing the spiritual power within his body into spiritual liquid.

An hour later, a rumbling sound suddenly rang out from his body, and his dantian space trembled violently before stopping its inward compression, finally settling at a radius of nine hundred meters.

Although the dantian space has shrunk, the spiritual energy within has been transformed into spiritual liquid, resulting in a surge in power. If it were to deal with that burly man from the Mad Demon Sect, it would probably be enough to kill him in one move.

"Finally succeeded! This Western Demon Realm is truly my lucky place. It allowed me to reach the Profound Spirit Realm in such a short time." Fan Tong suddenly smiled as he pondered, "Speaking of which, I'm almost catching up with Meng Yao!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A knock sounded at the door. Fan Tong quickly used a concealment technique to disguise his cultivation level as the seventh level of the Yellow Spirit Realm, got up and opened the door.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you going to join such a lively celebration?" Xiong Da asked.

"Exactly! Several female cultivators were throwing themselves at us. With you gone, we missed out on a lot of good opportunities!" Xiong Er had a look on his face that said, "You've really lost out."

"You guys go and enjoy yourselves. I just had some insights into my cultivation, so I'm rushing back to break through my current realm!" Fan Tong chuckled and added in a lewd tone.

"My God! You're amazing! You can break through to a higher realm like this? If I had known this would happen, I would have traded my three women for you!" Xiong Er said, gesturing wildly with regret.

"Uh! Brother Xiong Er is in great health!" Fan Tong didn't know what to say, so he could only offer words of comfort.

Peaceful days always pass quickly, and before long, the Mad Demon Sect attacked again.

This time, the Mad Demon Sect has invited outside help, a mysterious demonic cultivator. This person is dressed in a black robe and wears a mask, so his face cannot be seen, but he exudes a chilling aura.

In his battle with this demonic cultivator, Fan Tong was initially at a disadvantage. The opponent's techniques were mysterious and unpredictable, and each attack carried a strange energy that Fan Tong could not fathom, nearly causing him to be hit several times.

But he did not panic. With his tenacious will and keen intuition for battle, he gradually adapted to his opponent's rhythm.

At the critical moment, Fan Tong took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and mobilized the spiritual liquid in his dantian, which surged into the sword in his hand like a torrent, causing the sword to shine brightly.

He unleashed the first move of the Taiyi Sword Technique—the Qiankun Heavy Sword—its sword momentum like a rainbow piercing the sun, charging towards the mysterious demonic cultivator with unstoppable power.

The demonic cultivator was shocked and tried to resist, but he was ultimately defeated by Fan Tong's powerful attacks.

After these battles, Fan Tong finally established himself in the Mad Demon Sect and even gained the recognition of some demons who fought alongside him. More and more demons followed him, and he gained a certain prestige.

Thus, after more than five months of probing and small-scale conflicts, the decisive battle between the Mad Demon Sect and the Frenzied Demon Sect finally arrived.

As the final battle approached, the atmosphere among the disciples of the Mad Demon Sect was extremely tense. A roaring bonfire burned in the camp, but it could not dispel the gloom in their hearts.

Fan Tong and many disciples of the Mad Demon Sect sat together, their faces solemn. They knew this would be a life-or-death battle, and the outcome would depend on this one move.

When the Mad Demon Sect arrived, their entire force came out, their ranks like a black tide, exuding an evil aura, a dark and terrifying sight.

The moment the two sides made contact, an extremely fierce battle ensued, with soldiers directly clashing against soldiers and generals against generals.

Fan Tong did not back down. He had no psychological burden in killing the demons. He only hoped to quickly improve his cultivation and find out clues about his parents.

At this moment, the Taiyi Ancient Sword in his hand was already stained with blood, and the Yama Ancient Sword in his dantian space was not idle either, carefully absorbing the dense demonic energy. But his eyes remained firm and fierce, and every swing of the sword was filled with a determination to kill.

Upon seeing Fan Tong fighting so fiercely, the war commander of the Mad Demon Sect immediately ordered the surrounding Mad Demon Sect members to surround Fan Tong.

Lost in the frenzy of killing, Fan Tong was unaware that he was immediately surrounded by several disciples of the Mad Demon Sect at the ninth level of the Yellow Demon Realm.

This time, even when surrounded by several demonic cultivators, he didn't act too outrageously or deliberately cause himself to get hurt, thus avoiding attracting too much attention.

The two sides exchanged blows, fighting back and forth. In the end, Fan Tong endured a sword strike from a Mad Demon Sect disciple to find a flaw in their cooperation and break their alliance.

As he conquered them one by one, it seemed that his indomitable will unleashed the last of his potential, causing him to unleash a powerful force that killed his enemies one by one.

After an unknown amount of time, the situation on the battlefield gradually became clear. The disciples of the Mad Demon Sect gradually gained the upper hand in their frenzied fighting.

Fan Tong's bravery inspired everyone, and the Mad Demon Sect cultivators following him shouted his name, greatly boosting the morale of the Mad Demon Sect.

In the end, thanks to the valiant efforts of Fan Tong and many other Mad Demon Sect disciples, the Mad Demon Sect disciples began to abandon their armor and flee in all directions.

Seeing this, the high-ranking members of the Mad Demon Sect in the sky had no choice but to take a blow from one of their superiors before disengaging from the battlefield. They sneered, "Let me tell you, don't be too smug, this isn't over yet!"

That being said, his retreating figure appeared somewhat disheveled, and finally the Mad Demon Sect achieved a decisive victory in this battle for the spiritual vein.

Fan Tong was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered, but he still stood firm, like a war god. Such a tough image made even more Mad Demon Sect cultivators admire him.

"What's your name?" The Mad Demon Sect elder in the air couldn't help but ask, bowing his head.

"Reporting to the elder, I am Li Feiyu, and I have come to participate in the battle at the recommendation of Elder Xunmozi of the Law Enforcement Hall!" Fan Tong replied firmly without showing any humility.

"Good! You're quite good! As expected of someone recognized by Lord Xunmozi!" The Mad Demon Sect elder nodded approvingly, then directed everyone to leave the battlefield.

Just as Fan Tong returned to the Mad Demon Sect, a message brought by his followers made him realize that his opportunity to investigate Xun Mozi's movements ten years ago had arrived.