Chapter 22 Internal strife
Jinxi City, Fan Mansion.
Fan Guanfu raised his hand and cast a spell, gathering all the blood drops flowing from Fan Qingyue's heart into his palm, condensing them into blood-red round beads the size of soybeans.
He fed the round bead into Fan Zhengyu's mouth.
As soon as it entered his stomach, he saw that Fan Zhengyu's lips, which had been almost transparent, had regained some color. Fan Guanfu was delighted and asked Fan Shiliu to help Fan Zhengyu up and was about to continue healing him.
Then Fan Qingyue said, "Can I go now?"
After he said that, he didn't care about Fan Guanfu's answer and was about to leave.
However, Fan Mao dodged and blocked the doorway. Fan Shiliu said to him, "Brother, you can't leave yet."
Fan Guanfu raised his hand and cast a spell, enchanting the entire room. He then said to Fan Qingyue, "Does anyone know if Zheng Yu still needs his heart's blood?"
"You have to wait until he wakes up."
Fan Qingyue was so angry that he almost committed treason, but Fan Guanfu's next words poured cold water on him.
"Don't forget, if you hadn't failed the test, how could all these problems have happened?"
Fan Qingyue gritted his teeth. He was really angry, but he didn't leave. He just sat there.
In the inn, Jiang Tan was the first to discover that Fan Qingyue was missing.
In fact, Jiang Tan did not really go back to sleep, after all, she was a cultivator in the Jindan stage.
Based on what the branch monks said, she found out where they were staying, and learned from the night watchman that the courtyard was not a temporary place to stay at all.
The people of Jinxi City are very familiar with the monks living there because they never leave Jinxi City.
In other words, these monks from the Buyeo branch have never been in the Buyeo branch.
Who was the monk who was attacked in that branch?
Jiang Tan just felt that a correct idea was forming. He planned to discuss it with Fan Qingyue to sort out his thoughts, but he found that Fan Qingyue was not in the room.
You must know that Fan Qingyue is also a Jindan-stage cultivator, and no one can take a Jindan-stage cultivator away quietly.
Many suspects flashed through Jiang Tan's mind, and finally he settled on Fan Guanfu.
After all, this is Jinxi City, the territory of the Fan family.
So, she made a quick decision, dragged Lu Fei along and went to look for Jian An Ning.
"Qingyue is missing?"
Jian An Ning frowned and no longer had the mood to tease Su Mei.
She closed her eyes and made hand gestures.
The next moment, her brows furrowed even more tightly, she felt that her eldest disciple's life was in danger.
But the music Su Mei sang was also very dangerous.
After weighing the pros and cons, Jian An Ning said to Jiang Tan, "I just cast a spell and I think the Fan Mansion might be where your senior brother died. Take Su Mei to the Fan Mansion and at least get him out of there."
"What about you, Master?" Jiang Tan asked anxiously.
After all, no matter how unreliable Jian An Ning is, she is still a Nascent Soul cultivator. If Fan Qingyue is really in danger of death, it is better for her to be there than not.
"I have a clue about the demon cultivator, I have to go find him."
Jian Anning's eyes were sharp. She turned to Jiang Tan and said, "I estimate it won't take long, but you must ensure that Qingyue is alive when I see him again."
"As long as he lives."
Jiang Tan was stunned, nodded vigorously, and walked towards the Fan Mansion.
Su Mei just stayed where she was, not knowing what to do next.
"Go help her," Jian An Ning said to her with a frown, "There are demon cultivators inside the Fan Mansion, you have to help her."
"Demon cultivator!"
Su Mei was extremely shocked. She knew that the matter of demon cultivation was of great importance, so she hurriedly followed Jiang Tan.
Only Jian An Ning and Lu Fei were left in the room.
"Then what do I need to do?" Lu Fei lowered his eyes and said, "Why can't you let me go to the Fan Mansion as well?"
Is it because he can't help?
A slight feeling of powerlessness surged up from the bottom of his heart, impacting his thoughts bit by bit.
However, Jane Anning was distracted at the moment and did not notice this.
"Because only you know." Jane An Ning replied.
"Is it only me who knows this?"
"I can't defeat that demon cultivator at all," Jian An Ning continued with a heavy expression, "so, I have to lure him to Jinxi City."
Jian An Ning pinched his fingers with one hand, and locked his aura on the cultivator Li in the distant deep mountains and old forests, and said to Lu Fei, "Hold on to me."
Lu Fei subconsciously held her hand.
The next moment, the world changed, and they appeared in a dense forest a hundred miles away. Murong Jing, wearing a black sable fur coat, was playing the bone flute.
On the other side, strange music was carried by the wind into the ears of the monsters, causing them to rush straight to the Fan Mansion in the center of Jinxi City.
In Jinxi City, anyone with eyes saw the monster attacking again.
Some people screamed and cried, while others picked up weapons and wanted to fight the monster again.
Of course, there are also people who react in ways other than these two.
In the courtyard at the end of the long street, the monks from the Fuyu branch looked solemn.
Someone said: "The monster has finally arrived."
"The news from those independent cultivators is true. They are not after the mines, they are just after killing."
"They want to kill all the monks of Qingyun Sect."
"Nonsense!" Qi Mingzheng shouted angrily, "Have you forgotten that monsters have no intelligence?"
The monster, which was believed to have no intelligence, rushed through the streets, biting through anyone who blocked its way, but still headed towards Fan Mansion.
The dilapidated Fan Mansion was no match for the aggressive monsters. The repaired walls and formations were all destroyed, and those employed by the Fan Mansion were no match for the monsters.
In just a few breaths, the monsters surrounded the room where Fan Qingyue was.
Although the door was not opened, Fan Mao was already getting restless just by hearing the noise outside.
However, Fan Guanfu was healing Fan Zhengyu at a critical moment and could not be distracted, and only he could break the barrier he had cast.
"Brother Thirteen," Fan Shiliu quietly came to Fan Mao and said to him, "Father just said that we should keep an eye on our eldest brother."
Fan Mao felt a little pity for his sister, but he calmed himself down and replied as softly as possible, "But we can't just stand by and watch those monsters run rampant in the Fan Mansion or even in Jinxi City!"
He was so enraged that he almost tried to break through the barrier.
Fan Shiliu had no choice but to hold him back and said to Fan Qingyue, "Please help me, big brother."
Fan Qingyue's face was as pale as gold paper, and he didn't look too good. So he ignored Fan Shiliu's words and said helplessly, "He won't listen to me either."
I don’t know what stimulated Fan Mao to respond to these words.
He pushed Fan Shiliu away, gave up the idea of breaking through the barrier, and headed straight towards Fan Qingyue.
Fan Mao grabbed Fan Qingyue by the collar, his expression full of anger and resentment beyond words.
"You still dare to say that?"
Fan Qingyue's mind was full of questions.
To be honest, he still feels that Fan Mao's hostility towards him is inexplicable, considering that he was such a cute child when he was young.
However, the next moment, Fan Mao pressed his head against the hard ground.
The action was too sudden, and the shock was too intense, making Fan Qingyue's head buzz from all angles.
"Thirteenth Brother!"
Fan Shiliu screamed and wanted to step forward to stop Fan Mao's actions, but her strength was too weak and it was of no use.
"You clearly told me that, how can you go back on your word?"
"W-what?"
Fan Qingyue felt that he might have lost consciousness for a moment, and he asked subconsciously. Just this one question earned him another vicious punch in the abdomen.
The resentment in Fan Mao's eyes grew even stronger. He said, "You don't even remember! How dare you not remember!"
Fists fell on Fan Qingyue like a rainstorm.
Fan Mao did not use any spiritual power, he just beat his opponent with pure force. However, he had just had his heart blood taken and was very weak.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting."
Fan Qingyue panted heavily, thinking that he didn't want to be a cultivator beaten to death. Then he tried to divert Fan Mao's attention and said, "After all, it has been a hundred years since I left the Fan family. It's understandable that I have forgotten some things, right?"
But Fan Mao did not do as Fan Qingyue wished.
As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Mao took out a sharp knife from his storage bag, muttering to himself: "It's better for those who talk but can't do it to die."
Fan Qingyue:?
Can you tell him what he said first? Can't he just change it?
His younger brother really wanted to kill him.
Of course, Fan Qingyue couldn't just sit there and wait to die, but his resistance became powerless because of his extremely weak body, and he saw that the sharp knife was about to pierce his chest.
The bright red blood dripped down again.
But suddenly, there was only the sound of breaking air.
An arrow pierced through Fan Guanfu's barrier, through the carved wooden door, and accurately hit Fan Mao's hand holding the sharp blade.
Fan Qingyue could only think of one person who had such superb archery skills.
The next moment, the wooden door was kicked open, confirming Fan Qingyue's thoughts.
Jiang Tan, dressed in moon-white clothes, formed a sharp contrast with the rampaging monsters outside. She stared at Fan Mao with a cold face, holding a bow and arrow in one hand, and said, "What do you want to do to my brother?"
Even though the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground, Fan Mao did not pick it up. He grabbed Fan Qingyue's neck with both hands, as if he wanted to strangle Fan Qingyue to death.
However, he was able to turn around and say to Jiang Tan in an extremely certain tone, "Shouldn't people who break their promises be punished?"
Jiang Tan tried to move forward, but Fan Shiliu also stepped forward to stop her from approaching Fan Mao.
"That's what my eldest brother said, but fate's retribution hasn't come yet," Fan Mao paused, looked at Fan Qingyue again, and said in an ethereal tone, "Then I will be the retribution."
Fan Qingyue really couldn't stand Fan Mao's nonsense.
Because from his angle, he could only see Fan Mao's eyes.
The pair of eyes that were originally dark were now beginning to be stained with blood.
And that unconcealable blood color is the sign of being possessed by a demon.
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