Unrivaled Martial Emperor

Chapter 421 - Mission Accomplished

“Avenge you?”

Chen Fan yanked out his iron spear, and Sword Venerable Ling Yun collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Fan curled his lips and said, “Anyone who crosses my path will meet their end. You demonic cultivators have no morals at all. All of you deserve to die!”

"Run! Hurry! That man is a demon!"

After Sword Venerable Ling Yun and the others’ deaths, the morale of their minions plummeted like a falling mountain. Their faces were filled with horror as they frantically ran outside, wishing they had an additional leg to run faster.

“Minions like you are also thinking of escaping?” Chen Fan's tone held no hint of mercy as he vanished from sight.

Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof...

The sound of his spear piercing them echoed in quick succession.

Already terrified, the minions were powerless to resist Chen Fan's attacks, their lives swiftly snuffed out by his relentless attacks.

Several minions at the first-level Core Formation realm turned frantic when they saw Chen Fan had blocked the way out and immediately roared viciously.

“Ahhh... fight him to the death, damn it!”

“Right, since we can’t escape, let’s join forces and fight him to the death!”

But their cries fell on deaf ears as Chen Fan mercilessly cut them down. Big, bloody holes appeared on their foreheads as they fell in battle, turning into ash.

“You... if you kill us, the holy cult will definitely not let you go...” They spat out curses and threats even in their final moments.

“Ahhh...” The air filled with miserable screams as one by one, Chen Fan wiped out all the minions. None escaped his wrath.

“Very good.” Chen Fan surveyed the surroundings. He put his iron spear away, smiled, and said, “I've flawlessly completed my holy disciple mission. Not only did I kill Sword Venerable Ling Yun and his merry band of demonic cultivators, but I also annihilated Daoist Corpse Spirit. What a huge achievement!

Chen Fan felt a wave of joy and relief wash over him, knowing he had thwarted Yin Yang Scholar and others' sinister plans.

If they had succeeded in carrying out their plans to break free Daoist Corpse Spirit, the entire Great Chu Empire, or even the entire Hong Domain, would have faced a calamity.

What would have happened to his family and fellow clansmen?

The only issue now is identifying the traitor within the sect, though there are only a few suspects to choose from. I’m sure they’ll slip up somehow in the future. When I return to the sect, I'll feign ignorance. Chen Fan’s mind raced, his eyes narrowing in thought.

Knowing that there was a traitor, likely holding a high position within the sect, troubled Chen Fan deeply.

Young Master Xue Yi had claimed that it was Wei Buyu, so Chen Fan directly excluded him as a suspect.

That left only the sect leader, and the merit elder as potential traitors.

I shouldn’t be in a hurry to get back. I still have over a month left. Let’s use that to cultivate.

If the traitor learned that Sword Venerable Ling Yun and the others had failed to kill him, they could send an even stronger demonic path expert to intercept him on his way back. Thus, he needed to become even stronger.

Bringing out the pool of Heavenly Yang Sacred Water, Chen Fan submerged himself in it.

The intense energy surged through him, turning his insides upside down and making him feel pangs of pain.

He remained still, revolving the Myriad Elephants Divine Art to absorb the Heavenly Yang Sacred Water’s energy to strengthen his physique.

He wanted to use the Heavenly Yang Sacred Water to raise his Myriad Elephants Divine Art to the twelfth layer—the peak of the Divine Strength realm.

As time flew by, half a month passed in a blur.

Rumble!

With a thunderous roar, Chen Fan felt a surge of power envelop him as his Myriad Elephants Divine Art finally reached its peak, the twelfth layer of the Divine Strength realm.

Very good. With my overall strength, I can even fight someone at the fifth level. A fierce determination shone in Chen Fan's eyes.

Still, he was not satisfied, so he continued cultivating.

Three days later, a formidable aura emanated from Chen Fan, capable of intimidating even those at the fifth level.

Whoosh!

Chen Fan’s eyes snapped open, and he stood up. He withdrew his aura, his gaze deep.

Excellent! Now that I’ve cultivated three illusory golden cores, I can bring out thrice my usual combat strength. I don’t have to fear even experts at the fifth level now!

Chen Fan had spent the last three days cultivating the Nine Illusory Golden Core Secret Art, transforming another two illusory primeval vessels into illusory golden cores. With the ability to bring out triple his combat strength and his powerful physique, he could fight and kill those at the fifth level.

I still have a bit more than two weeks left. Guess it’s time to return to the sect to complete my mission.

As he stood up, the sound of frying beans rang from his head to toe. He smiled faintly and moved. Soon, he emerged from the underground world.

He didn’t hide himself now. He flew across the Myriad Deaths Mountains openly, alarming some hidden evil spirits on the way that proceeded to attack him, but he blew them all to bits.

Whoosh!

Chen Fan sped through space, creating loud booms as he quickly exited the Myriad Deaths Mountains.

Swish, swish, swish...

His figure flickered, wings beating several times as he traversed thousands of kilometers in a flash. Three days later, he arrived at the Spring Autumn Sect, his aura commanding.

The Spring Autumn Sect was more prosperous than ever, bustling with activity. Every inner and outer sect disciple worked hard, aiming to excel and stand out among their peers.

Elite disciples came and went as well. They completed all kinds of missions and bought various treasures, striving to do even better.

Core disciples were even busier, hoping to advance into the Core Formation realm and rise to the sky, becoming holy disciples.

As for the holy disciples, they were free and easy, rarely seen around in the sect.

As Chen Fan touched down, his immense aura immediately drew attention.

“Who is he?” asked a newly admitted inner sect disciple, their voice trembling. Their complexion turned white from fear as they felt Chen Fan’s powerful aura.

“Shh, lower your voice. That’s Chen Fan, a Core Formation realm expert. He is our twenty-fourth holy disciple.”

“Go inform Xie Feng, quick. Chen Fan has returned after completing his holy disciple mission. My goodness, his cultivation is advancing at an alarming rate; he's already surpassed the first level. How is this possible? It's only been...”

“......”

The entire inner sect erupted into a frenzy.

Many of the inner sect disciples’ expressions flickered. They quickly left one after another after catching a glimpse of Chen Fan to report his movements to the executives of their respective organizations.

“Chen Fan, come to me!”

Soon after he returned to the Spring Autumn Sect, Sect Leader Feng Baiyu’s will descended imposingly. Chen Fan's expression darkened.

Aware that Feng Baiyu had summoned him to inquire about his mission's progress, Chen Fan couldn't shake the suspicion that the sect leader might be the traitor. Despite his inner conflict, he knew he had no choice but to comply.

Chen Fan shot into the sky like lightning, making his way toward the heart of the sect.