Pirates: Get the Ice Demon Slayer Magic at the beginning

The news of the spiritual mine was like a heavy bomb, detonating the entire cultivation world of Nanzhou. Ye Fan had been going out frequently to hunt monsters recently, but he discovered a disturbing change - more and more strange cultivators were pouring into Jinyang City, many of whom had powerful auras and were obviously not ordinary casual cultivators.

Ye Fan stood on the street of Jinyang City, feeling the complex atmosphere around him. His eyes swept over a middle-aged monk in a cyan-gold Taoist robe. The man just stood there, exuding a sense of oppression, and it was obvious that his cultivation was very high. In another corner, a group of monks in red robes were talking in low voices, and there seemed to be a faint breath of fire around them.

"These people are probably not local cultivators from Nanzhou." Ye Fan thought to himself, "Has the news of the spiritual mine spread to other states? Or, are other forces in Nanzhou also beginning to stir?"

The streets of Jinyang City became more crowded than before, with people coming and going in the shops and trading extremely active. However, this superficial prosperity hides an undercurrent. Ye Fan walked into a shop selling spiritual herbs and faintly heard the whispers of several monks behind the counter.

"Have you heard? People from Dongzhou are here too. Just yesterday, several elders from the Dongzhou Red Thunder Sect showed up in the city and went to the branch of the Loose Cultivator Alliance."

"That's right! Not only from Dongzhou, but also from Beizhou, several Xuanbing Pavilion disciples have come and directly booked the inn in the south of the city. Their cold aura is really enough to make people afraid to approach them!"

Ye Fan frowned when he heard this. As expected, the news of the spiritual mine had spread beyond the scope of Nanzhou and attracted powerful forces from other states.

As more and more strangers poured in, the atmosphere in Jinyang City gradually became tense. Ye Fan walked on the street and keenly felt the murderous and greedy auras of some cultivators. Especially those who obviously belonged to the sects, when they looked at the casual cultivators, they often looked at them with disdain and scrutiny, as if they were evaluating the value of their prey.

"The emergence of the spiritual mine is bound to trigger a fight, and the Loose Cultivator Alliance, as the local snake, will probably be the first target." Ye Fan thought to himself, feeling that the situation was becoming more and more complicated.

Although there were undercurrents in Jinyang City, Ye Fan always kept a low profile and did not easily reveal his strength. He knew that exposing his strength in front of these strong men was tantamount to seeking his own death. Whenever he noticed that some cultivators' eyes were on him, he would quickly hide his aura and try to avoid attracting attention.

"Under such a situation, I must act more cautiously. Perhaps I can use this conference of the Loose Cultivator Alliance to observe the situation and find my own opportunity." Ye Fan thought secretly.

The value of the spiritual mine lies in the purity of the spiritual energy it contains, which far exceeds that of ordinary spiritual veins. Whether it is for cultivators to break through realms or to refine top-level elixirs, the spiritual energy in the spiritual mine is an irreplaceable resource. Therefore, it not only attracted the attention of the Loose Cultivator Alliance and other forces in Nanzhou, but also became a target coveted by strong men from other states.

"The ownership of the spiritual mine will determine the future pattern of Nanzhou." Ye Fan looked towards the branch of the Loose Cultivator Alliance in the city center, and felt vaguely in his heart that the storm was imminent, and he was destined to be involved in it.

In the sky, a dark shadow gradually emerged, like a dark cloud covering the sky. At first, people thought it was a change in the weather. However, when the "dark cloud" gradually approached, the piercing cries of eagles shook the sky. Everyone looked up and found that it was countless flying monsters flying towards this place!

"Those are... monsters?" Someone in the square couldn't help but exclaimed, his tone filled with anxiety and shock.

"It's the Storm Falcon! This monster is as fast as lightning and is the best among flying monsters!" An elderly monk said slowly with a serious look in his eyes, "More importantly, this monster is only used by the Beast Taming Sect!"

Before he finished speaking, those shadows were approaching the sky above the city. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be a group of huge storm falcons. The wings of each monster beast spread out like a huge black curtain, covering the sky and the sun. On each falcon, there stood a cultivator wearing the unique clothing of the Beast Taming Sect, with an imposing manner.

The leading storm falcon was particularly large, dark in color, with bloodthirsty coldness in its eyes, and a violent wind-type spiritual power vaguely lingering around it. Standing on its back was a man wearing a white robe with gold patterns, with a handsome and cold face. He put one hand on the spiritual weapon at his waist and swept his eyes through the crowd, like an emperor standing high above.

"It's the Beast Taming Sect's genius, Gong Mingfeng!" Someone in the crowd recognized the man's identity at a glance, and his voice trembled slightly, "This man is not only an amazing master of beast taming, but also a cultivator with unfathomable strength!"

Gong Mingfeng put his hands behind his back and looked indifferently at the square below. His voice was clear but cold: "I am Gong Mingfeng, the eldest disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. I am here on the orders of the Sect Master to assist the Loose Cultivator Alliance in handling the matter of the spiritual mine."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, and his majesty was unquestionable.

The high-ranking members of the Loose Cultivator Alliance immediately stood up to greet him. The leader of the alliance bowed and said, "It turns out to be His Excellency Gong Mingfeng. I have heard of your great name for a long time. The arrival of the Beast Taming Sect will surely help our Nanzhou."

Gong Mingfeng nodded slightly, but his gaze did not linger for long. He glanced coldly at everyone in the square with a hint of contempt, as if he did not take these casual cultivators seriously.

The crowd in the square became agitated by the appearance of the Beast Taming Sect.

"It turned out to be the Beast Taming Sect. It seems that even the superpowers can't sit still in this spiritual mine battle."

"Gong Mingfeng is here in person. He is the eldest disciple of the Beast Taming Sect and his strength is top-notch among the younger generation! What should we, the Loose Cultivator Alliance, do?"

"The aura of these Storm Falcons is too strong... If they start fighting, how can we be their opponents?"

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion, and emotions of fear, anxiety, and indignation were intertwined among the crowd. Some people even began to worry whether the ownership of this spiritual mine was already determined.

Ye Fan stood in the crowd, looking up at the Beast Taming Sect disciples and falcons in the sky, frowning slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Gong Mingfeng.

"The Beast Taming Sect is here too?" He was moved, realizing that the situation was becoming increasingly complicated. The addition of the Beast Taming Sect would inevitably disrupt the current balance.

At this time, another sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a group of flying monsters appeared again in the distance. This time the monsters were obviously different, each of them exuded a strong fire spirit power, like a meteor shower across the sky.

The crowd was in uproar again: "This is... Fiery Golden Roc! There are other forces coming!"

Before the crowd could recover from the shock, the flaming golden roc was already approaching, and the hot breath filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

“Hahaha, since the Beast Taming Sect is here, then naturally our Red Flame Sect cannot fall behind!” A heroic laugh came from the air, and then a man in red armor stood on top of a flying roc, holding a flaming spear in his hand, with great momentum.

The tense atmosphere in the square of the Loose Cultivator Alliance reached its peak. The arrival of the two top forces made the entire situation instantly confusing.

Ye Fan looked at the flocks of storm falcons descending from the horizon, and the beast control technique he had learned in his early years came to his mind. He frowned slowly and thought: "Beast control technique... I still remember this method, but where did it come from? Is it related to the Beast Control Sect?"

Although he had mastered many techniques during his practice, the beast taming technique was unique from the beginning. It was not simply a technique to drive spirit beasts, but a method to communicate with spirit beasts, which allowed him to tame powerful monster beasts. The spirit beasts that followed him now were tamed through this technique.

Ye Fan was puzzled: "The senior who taught me the art of beast control mentioned that it was an ancient skill that originated from ancient times. Could it be that..."

His eyes involuntarily fell on the Storm Falcons. The Storm Falcons were sturdy, with a strong wind spirit aura when their wings were spread out, sharp claws, and fierce light flashing in their eyes. On the back of each falcon was a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, dressed in uniform and with a dignified temperament, obviously an elite division.

"The Beast Taming Sect... It seems that they are not simple." Ye Fan was secretly alert. He did not intend to rush forward to talk to them, but quietly retreated into the crowd, carefully observing the movements of these people, while silently thinking about the possible connection between his beast taming technique and the Beast Taming Sect.

"Perhaps, this is a clue that can be used, but it may also bring trouble..." Ye Fan couldn't help but whisper, his expression gradually becoming solemn.