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"Are you telling the truth?" Fan Tong suppressed his excitement and asked again to confirm.

“How could I, Xiong Er, lie? My neighbor, that guy with the saw, is in charge of all kinds of banquets. If he says your name is on the list, then it can’t be wrong!”

Xiong Er licked the magic honey he was holding and nodded repeatedly in affirmation.

"Okay! If there's anything good to eat, I'll bring some back for you!" Fan Tong excitedly patted Xiong Er's broad shoulder.

Sure enough, early the next morning, an outer disciple of the Mad Demon Sect sent him an invitation to attend the sect's victory celebration banquet that evening.

As night fell, the entire venue for the victory celebration was illuminated as brightly as day by dazzling magic lights, with colorful lights intertwining to create a dreamlike yet enthusiastic atmosphere.

The demons sat around tables laden with delicacies, their noise, laughter, and clinking glasses filling every corner.

Fan Tong seemed to be casually moving through the crowd, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, accurately spotting Mo Yun, the nephew of the Demon Lord, amidst the bustling crowd.

Fan Tong's face instantly filled with a fawning smile, a smile that seemed to have been meticulously crafted, perfectly displaying both awe and ingratiation.

He held a beautiful wine glass in both hands and walked towards Mo Yun with light yet steady steps.

When Fan Tong was still a few steps away from Mo Yun, he bowed slightly, bending at just the right angle, and said in an extremely respectful tone, "Young Master Mo Yun, I have long admired your name. It is truly an honor for me to meet you today."

Mo Yun glanced at him sideways, her face not showing much enthusiasm, but just a soft hum, her eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

Although he knew his uncle was somewhat interested in the young man, it did not stop him from looking down on this lowly person with no connections.

Fan Tong was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he became even more enthusiastic. He straightened up, his gaze fixed intently on Mo Yun.

"I have heard that you are exceptionally talented in cultivation and have made rapid progress. My admiration for you is as boundless as the Yangtze River. I have always hoped to have such an opportunity to befriend you."

After saying this, Fan Tong raised his wine cup high, which reflected a mesmerizing light under the magic lamp, and said sincerely, "I would like to offer this cup to you, young master, and wish you ever-improving skills and a bright future."

Mo Yun then took a good look at Fan Tong and saw that his eyes were full of sincerity and humility. So he took the wine cup and took a symbolic sip. The wine flowed down his throat, but his expression did not change at all.

Seeing this, Fan Tong was overjoyed and quickly picked up the wine pot again, carefully refilling Mo Yun's wine cup.

He controlled the angle of the wine jug and the speed at which the wine flowed out perfectly, without spilling a single drop.

Then, he began to vividly recount some of the strange and wonderful stories from his adventures. The stories were full of thrills and excitement, and Fan Tong told them with great enthusiasm, his voice sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, as if taking Mo Yun into a series of wonderful worlds.

Mo Yun was sometimes amused and burst into laughter, her laughter hearty and unrestrained; at other times, she couldn't help but ask about the rest of the story, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Fan Tong showed extreme agreement and support for every point of view and idea of ​​Mo Yun in the following conversation, making Mo Yun feel that she was highly respected in front of Fan Tong.

He nodded repeatedly in agreement, his eyes filled with admiration. "What you say is absolutely right, young master. I am foolish and ignorant. If it weren't for your guidance, I'm afraid I would never have understood these principles."

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly harmonious, Fan Tong coughed lightly, seemingly unintentionally, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of being overheard by others, "Young Master Mo Yun, I have always had a question in my mind, but I don't know if I should ask it?"

Mo Yun was in a good mood at the moment, and after a few drinks, his head was a little hot. He waved his hand and said generously, "Speak freely!"

"Young Master, as you know, I hold Lord Xunmozi in the highest esteem and am willing to take him as my role model. I wonder if you could tell me some of Lord Xunmozi's deeds so that I can admire him!"

"I thought it was something difficult, but it's just something I can do off the cuff," Mo Yun said without a care, recounting the deeds of Qi Xun, the Demon Prince.

Seeing that the time was almost ripe, Fan Tong cautiously asked, "I heard that your uncle, the Demon Prince Lord Xun, was in charge of demon affairs in the area of ​​Crimson Thunder Ancient City in the Northern Region ten years ago. I wonder if he had the opportunity to invade a human town for fun back then?"

Mo Yun casually replied, "Ten years ago, my uncle was nominally in charge of that area, but at that time he was in a critical period of competing for the position of Palace Master and had no time to arrange for people to invade human towns."

"Why are you asking this?" As soon as the words left his mouth, a strange feeling welled up in Mo Yun's heart. He realized that he might have said too much, so he asked Fan Tong in return.

"Young Master Moyun, you are overthinking it. I have never been to the human realm, so I greatly admire the deeds of Palace Master Xun and would like to learn more about him!"

"Don't ask that question again, or you'll cause trouble!" After this moment of distraction, Mo Yun lost the desire to continue the conversation. He then took Fan Tong and introduced him to the other elders.

Seeing Mo Yun's actions, Fan Tong had no choice but to give up and follow to pay respects to the others, lest he alert the enemy and cause unnecessary trouble!

It was already past midnight when I returned to my courtyard.

Fan Tong used his internal energy to dispel the smell of alcohol from his body and sat down to think. "I have long known that Mo Yun admires his uncle very much, and can even tell you about Xun Mozi's experiences from the beginning to the present with his eyes closed."

"If that's the case, then he's probably telling the truth! If Xun Mozi didn't lead the Mad Demon Sect to invade my Crimson Thunder Ancient City, then what happened?"

"Now that my goal has been achieved, I need to find a chance to slip away! If I go back this way, I can still make it to the Northern Region Grand Competition. With my Profound Spirit Realm cultivation, I'm qualified to participate!"

Just as Fan Tong was pondering how to better escape, Mo Yun was summoned to the Law Enforcement Hall by Xun Mozi.

"You were getting quite close to that Li Feiyu just now? What do you think of him?" Xun Mozi asked casually, holding an ancient demon tome in his hand.

"This kid is quite talented, very capable, and eloquent! Most importantly, he's incredibly interested in your experiences, Uncle. He even asked about things from ten years ago in great detail."

"Oh?" Upon hearing Mo Yun's words, his relaxed expression instantly turned serious. A hint of vigilance flashed in his deep eyes. He put down the magic book in his hand, stood up, and paced around the room.

“Something’s not right. I had someone investigate. Li Feiyu was just an unknown outer disciple before. He only became a true disciple by chance after receiving a magical herb from the sect.”

"More importantly, the previous Li Feiyu was a bit dull and didn't talk much. He was only close to one person, but now that person has disappeared!"

"What?" Mo Yun looked surprised upon hearing this. "Uncle, you're saying there's something wrong with this Li Feiyu?"

"Whether he has a problem or not, we must be on guard! So, tomorrow..." Xun Mozi whispered some instructions to Mo Yun before letting him leave.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Fan Tong, who was sitting quietly, was suddenly awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door!