As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

At the former Prime Minister's Mansion in Luofeng City, a black stream of light fell from the sky next to the rockery in the small courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The light dispersed, revealing Fang Han's figure. Fang Han just appeared in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Sister Shangguan Yun and two ghosts, Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue, appeared in front of Fang Han out of nowhere.

"Slave, Hong Yu, Zhang Qingxue meets the master!"

"Slave, Shangguan Yun, Shangguan Yanlan pays homage to the young master!"

Shangguan Yun and the other two ghosts all bowed respectfully to Fang Han.

"In the next three days, the four of you will go to Luofeng City to continue searching for casual cultivators. If there are any special circumstances, come back here and notify me!"

"You decide the little things yourself, don't bother me!"

Fang Han slightly waved his hands at Shangguan Yun and the others, and said in a deep voice.

"As ordered!"

After Shangguan Yun and others agreed, they headed towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When Shangguan Yun and the others disappeared from his sight, Fang Han took a step towards Huang Xuanju, where he lived before.

"Wait another three days. If no other monks learn about the strange phenomenon in Luofeng City, I can find a safe place far away from the Yin Demon Sect to break through the foundation building period!"

Fang Han gently stroked the Void Spirit Ring on his finger, looked towards the direction of the Yin Demon Sect with burning eyes, and murmured.

"It's better to forget about the territory of Yin Mo Sect. The spheres of influence of the other three sects are not safe..."

At this time, Fang Han was sitting cross-legged in Huang Xuan's residence, holding a map of the Cangnan Region in his hand.

He planned to find it first as a place for him to break through the Heavenly Dao and build a foundation, but he saw Fang Han looking at the map in his hand and falling into deep thought.

"The Song family in Ling'anling, huh!"

"This is a Jindan family that has nothing to do with the four major sects in the Cangnan region. It is a Zhongli family!"

"The area where the Song family is located happens to be outside the sphere of influence of any of the four sects in the Cangnan Region."

Fang Han looked at the map with the area map of the Song Immortal Clan, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"The Song Clan's Immortal Clan has a good reputation in the Cangnan Region's cultivation world. There are many low-level casual cultivators who will gather in the Song Clan's Clan's sphere of influence to settle down!"

"In this Song Clan's sphere of influence, prepare to build a foundation!"

Fang Han drew a circle with his finger on the Song Clan's sphere of influence, and then his eyes became firm.

After deciding where to build the foundation, Fang Han began to meditate with his eyes closed, waiting for the passage of time.

Three days later, four rays of escaping light landed outside Huang Xuan Ju. The light dissipated, revealing the figures of sisters Shangguan Yun, Hong Yu, and Zhang Qingxue.

"I'm telling you, sir, the four servants are not here. Another immortal cultivator is found in Luofeng City!"

Shangguan Yun, one of the four, stepped forward and respectfully spoke to Huang Xuanju.

"Squeak!"

As soon as Shangguan Yun finished speaking, Huang Xuanju's door opened automatically with a creak, and Fang Han, wearing a jade-white robe and a handsome face, stepped out.

"Well, I see!"

Fang Han nodded slightly to Shangguan Yun and the others, and then continued:

"I'm going to prepare to attack the foundation-building realm and have to leave for a while. Shangguan Yun, you two sisters, just stay here in Luofeng City and don't have to follow me!"

"Remember, you two can't tell anyone about my attack on the foundation!"

"Obey my son!"

Shangguan Yun and Shangguan Yan Lan bowed to each other, Han Qi, and respectfully agreed.

"Sir, these two servants want to stay with you and build a foundation for you to protect you!"

After hesitating for a while, the Shangguan Yun sisters stepped forward and spoke to Han Jianjian with gritted silver teeth.

Fang Han's eyes gradually turned cold, and he said to Sister Shangguan Yun in a cold voice:

"Your cultivation level is too low. Leave the matter of protecting the Dharma to Hong Yu and the others. If nothing happens, Shangguan Yun and the others will leave first!"

"It's... Young Master, the two slaves have not thought it through well. Please don't be angry. The slave sisters will step back now!"

Seeing that Fang Han was already angry, Sister Shangguan Yun cautiously apologized to Fang Han, bowed again, and turned to Huang Xuanju.

"It's not too late, let's go now!"

As soon as Fang Han had an idea, he put Hongyu and Zhang Qingxue back into the Soul-Eating Banner, then took out the Netherworld Soul-Reaper Blade and jumped up, landing safely on the Netherworld Soul-Reaper Blade.

As soon as the black light flashed under his feet, Fang Han disappeared directly into Huang Xuanju's small courtyard.

"Luofeng City is more than 4000 miles away from the Song Clan Immortal Clan in Ling'an Mountains. It will take me seven days to fly at full speed at my current speed!"

Fang Han, who was on the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade, glanced at the gradually blurring Luofeng City under his feet. As the spiritual power surged in his body, the black light of the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade became a little faster.

"Hengfengfang City!"

At this time, it was already two days since Fang Han left Luofeng City. After two days, Fang Han was flying at full strength day and night.

Lowering his escape light, he landed outside a city. Fang Han glanced at the stone tablet carved at the entrance of the city, and then walked towards the city, intending to take a rest.

"Even if there is Breitling milk spirit wine to replenish the spiritual power in the body, I still feel a little tired!"

Fang Han walked into Hengfengfang City and sighed helplessly as he looked at the shops on the street.

"Take a look, take a look!"

"The best Qi Gathering Pill only costs ten yuan for a low-grade spiritual stone. Don't miss it if you pass by!"

"The 50-year-old Huanglong fruit is the best choice for refining Huanglong pill. It only requires four low-grade spiritual stones!"

Beside the street, some casual cultivators set up stalls, shouting at the monks passing by.

Along the way, Fang Han saw these monks selling items and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't like these items at all.

"This Hengfengfang Market was only opened by a monk in the late stage of Qi Refining. It seems that he can't pick up any good items!"

Fang Han learned from the conversation with the passing monks that this Hengfengfang City was only opened by a casual cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and he had no intention of hanging around anymore.

When he walked to a restaurant, Fang Han raised his eyes and took a look, then stepped inside.

"I don't know, sir, do you want to eat spiritually good food or ordinary mortal food?"

A restaurant waiter on the first floor of Qi Refining greeted Fang Han warmly when he saw him entering the restaurant, and asked respectfully.

"Bring me a table, you best Lingshan!"

Fang Han gave instructions to the waiter who came forward, threw a low-grade spiritual stone casually, and headed towards an unoccupied table.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment, Lingshan will be here soon!"

The waiter at the Qi Refining Store on the first floor took the low-grade spiritual stone thrown by Fang Han with glowing eyes.

Then, with a flattering look on his face, he stepped back and trotted towards the kitchen.

Fang Han did not emit aura intentionally, so monks below the seventh level of Qi refining could not tell Fang Han's cultivation level at all.

"These low-level casual cultivators are really pathetic, hehehe!"

Looking at the leaving waiter, Fang Han raised the corners of his mouth with a contemptuous smile.

At this time, Fang Han noticed that some casual cultivators eating in the restaurant lobby looked at him strangely.

"It seems that these casual cultivators regard me as the second generation ancestor of the cultivating immortal family!"

At the table behind Fang Han, the five monks leaning against the wall were chatting in low voices. From time to time, they glanced at Fang Han vaguely.