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

After Tian Youfeng left, Fang Han began to wander around the Blood Pill Hall.

"This senior brother is the inner sect Liu Mushui. He is here to receive this month's salary and two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills."

"This is a disciple's identity token, please take a look at it!"

While Fang Han was wandering around to the inner sect disciples to receive monthly elixirs distributed by the sect, he suddenly heard a voice that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.

"This is... Liu Mushui, the disciple on duty at the mission hall whom I met when I received my first sect mission!"

"Although his voice has changed in the past 20 years or so, he is still the person who has been recorded in my Death Note."

"As long as he doesn't die, my thoughts will never be clear. How can I forget him? Jie Jie Jie!"

Thinking of this, Fang Han walked towards the front where Liu Mushui's voice came from.

"Ok!"

The Blood Pill Palace distributed elixirs to disciples and took the token handed over by Liu Mushui. After carefully sensing it with his spiritual sense, he found that there was no problem, so he handed the identity token back to Liu Mushui.

"Here are your two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills this month."

Just when Liu Mushui had a smile on his face and was about to take the two bottles of Qi Gathering Pills, Fang Han came here and said loudly:

"Wait!"

When many disciples heard this voice, they couldn't help but turn around and look behind them. Liu Mushui also turned around with some dissatisfaction.

When Tian Youfeng behind the counter saw this, he ran over with a wink and shouted angrily at the people who were still in a daze:

"This is the new deacon Fang in our Blood Pill Palace. Why are you still standing there?"

"Why don't you salute Deacon Fang quickly!"

Tian Youfeng was a shrewd man, and he could tell at a glance that Fang Han seemed to have a problem with Liu Mushui.

"Disciple pays homage to Deacon Fang!"

"Disciple pays homage to Deacon Fang!"

"Disciple pays homage to Deacon Fang!"

After Tian Youfeng reminded him, these disciples all respectfully saluted Fang Han with clasped fists.

Liu Mushui, who had his head lowered, seemed to notice that someone was staring at him, so he quietly raised his head and glanced around carefully.

As soon as Liu Mushui raised his head, he saw Fang Han looking at him with a strange look. He couldn't help but shrink his neck and bowed to Fang Han again.

"Disciple Liu Mushui pays homage to Master Fang!"

Fang Han first glanced around with cold eyes, blasting away a group of disciples who had surrounded the Blood Pill Hall, and then slowly walked towards Liu Mushui.

"You guys should go and do whatever you are supposed to do. How can you be so dignified here?"

When Liu Mushui approached, Fang Han stared down at Liu Mushui, whose expression was constantly changing.

"Senior Brother Liu, do you still remember Junior Brother?"

Liu Mushui, who heard Fang Han's words, was confused for a while. Finally, he plucked up the courage and looked up at Fang Han carefully again.

"You...you are Fang Han who took on the task of killing Zhang Song 27 years ago."

"How is it possible? How could you build a foundation!"

"You're so bold, you dare to call Deacon Fang by his name."

When Tian Youfeng saw Liu Mushui recognizing Fang Han, his body began to tremble, confirming his previous suspicion.

"Liu Mushui, as expected, had a problem with Deacon Fang before."

"But this is a good opportunity for me to show off in front of Master Fang."

Thinking of this, Tian Youfeng shouted loudly outside the Blood Pill Hall:

"Come here, take Liu Mufeng, who dares to call Deacon Fang by his first name, to the law enforcement hall. He will be punished after hearing this!"

As soon as Tian Youfeng finished speaking, there were two Qi Refining Consummation disciples outside the Blood Pill Hall. They walked into the Blood Pill Hall aggressively and walked towards Liu Mushui who was already shivering with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Deacon Fang, what do you think?"

"Well, Tian Youfeng, right?"

"This deacon is very optimistic about you."

Fang Han looked at Tian Youfeng and gave him an appreciative look.

"It is a disciple's honor to serve Deacon Fang."

Tian Youfeng rubbed his hands in a flattering manner, looking like he was following Fang Han's lead.

"Deacon Fang, please let this disciple go, just treat him like a fart."

"You are now a strong foundation-builder. If you attack a junior, you may lose your status."

Liu Mushui was like a loach, he didn't know how to break free from the two Qi Refining Perfection disciples who were holding him, and knelt down in front of Fang Han with a plop, begging Fang Han to let him go.

"Oh, is it?"

"But this deacon believes that identity is earned by oneself and not given by others, hahaha!"

Fang Han couldn't help but laugh at what Liu Mushui said.

"You two, destroy his Dantian first!"

"As you command, Deacon Fang."

After receiving orders from Fang Han, the two Qi Refining Consummation disciples reached out and lifted Liu Mushui from the ground, who was still kneeling begging for mercy.

"Hey, you kid, you still dare to struggle, right?"

One of the disciples who had perfected Qi refining looked at Liu Mushui with a cruel smile, and then said to another person who had perfected Qi refining:

"Xiong Laosan, you hold him, I'll cripple his limbs first."

This Qi Refining Consummation disciple was very angry with Liu Mushui for making him lose face in front of Fang Han.

"Okay, Wei Qigu, you have to entertain this kid well."

Xiong Laosan agreed and roughly restrained Liu Mushui, who was still struggling. Seeing this, Wei Qigu injected his spiritual power into his right fist and punched Liu Mushui four times in all directions.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Every time Liu Mushui was punched by Wei Qigu, he would let out a shrill scream. After four punches, Liu Mushui passed out.

At this time, when looking at Liu Mushui's limbs, he was surprised to find that his limbs were drooping like a puddle of mud, which was disgusting.

"After waking him up, destroy his Dantian."

"As you command, Deacon Fang!"

I saw that Xiong Laosan, who received Fang Han's signal, injected a spiritual power into the body of Liu Mushui who passed out.

For a moment, Liu Mushui, who had fainted, trembled all over and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah! Deacon Fang, you can't do this."

"As a deacon, you cannot kill sect disciples without reason!"

When Liu Mushui woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his limbs. Seeing that Wei Qigu was about to destroy his Dantian, he ignored the severe pain in his body and started yelling desperately in the Blood Pill Palace.

He hoped to attract the attention of passing Foundation Establishment monks, but to his despair.

Although two or three foundation-building monks who came to the Blood Pill Hall to buy elixirs were attracted by him, after learning that he had offended the deacon of the Blood Pill Hall, they all left quickly as if they had not seen anything.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, no one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat breaks. There is no Foundation Establishment Master Uncle in the sect who dares to offend the deacon of the Blood Pill Hall for a Qi Refining Stage disciple."

Seeing this, Tian Youfeng let out a wild laugh and looked at Liu Mushui, who was screaming desperately, as if he were an idiot.

"Crack!"

"what!"

As Wei Qigu's fist hit Liu Mushui's lower abdomen, a sound like glass breaking came from his lower abdomen.

It was obvious that Liu Mushui's Dantian Qihai had been shattered by Wei Qigu.

"Fang Han, you must die a happy death!"

Liu Mushui felt the spiritual power in his body continuously overflowing. His eyes were about to burst, and he passed out after cursing Fang Han.