Thousand Crane Sect.

A secret realm...

Tang Fan was gasping heavily.

The pressure from that Purple Mansion elder named Zhang Han was immense. Though the escape was brief with no fighting, it felt like the most dangerous situation he'd ever been in, far exceeding the peril when encircled by fox wolves previously.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

Having calmed down, he attempted to remove the rope wrapped around him.

He channeled his Profound Qi at his fingertips, but once it reached the Ninth Layer of Refining Profound, he couldn't advance any further.

"Damn it, what is this strange thing? My power from the Six Paths Blood in the Crimson Palace can't even be utilized!"

"But, if my Crimson Palace power is unusable, does it mean I can't untie this rope?"

"Open for me!"

His gaze sharpened, his fingertip's Profound Qi pierced like a sword with a "whoosh" as it sliced across the rope.

Yet, there wasn't even a white mark on the rope.

He continued to channel his energy and strike repeatedly, but the rope showed no damage.

Switching tactics, he tried brute force pulling, but the more he pulled, the tighter the rope bound him.

He suddenly had an idea, attempting to completely retract his Profound Qi, then carefully tried pulling the rope, but... he still couldn't move it.

Tang Fan fell back helplessly, and after waiting for two days and nights, he suddenly sat up and took out a Communication Stone from his bosom, shouting into it.

Moments later, a response came from the other side of the Communication Stone.

...

"Hmm?"

Fang Qingmeng's voice echoed in the Communication Stone, yet she didn't ask "did you succeed" or anything of the sort.

Tang Fan excitedly said, "Sister Meng, I've escaped!

Your plan really worked.

Unexpectedly, that old monster actually has feelings and righteousness, even caring for mortals.

You didn't see how he stood on the isolated cliff, lost in thought... it was when he was distracted, coupled with his usual negligence towards my escape that allowed me this chance.

Hehehe, I said it, even if a divine being came, it wouldn't be able to trap me, Tang Fan!"

"Bragging, again." Fang Qingmeng said helplessly, "That day in front of the old monster, you made retching sounds and said I was cold. I was almost scared to death by you."

Tang Fan proudly replied, "Your name, Fairy Fang, is renowned in Thousand Crane Sect, which disciple doesn't know you're cold? Seeing you like that, expressing my opinions is only natural. How could the old monster be suspicious?"

Before he finished, he hastily added in a fawning tone, "Of course, Sister Meng, your divine insight and discreetly arranging the southern point near this secret realm was masterful.

Now, that old demon searches everywhere for me but fails to find, probably thinking I secretly boarded the yellow-skinned gourd and left.

When he chases there, conducts a thorough search, it will be all for nothing.

I'm already gone without a trace. Hehehe..."

Fang Qingmeng said, "Stop chattering, did you untie the rope?"

Tang Fan said helplessly, "I can't. I've never seen such a strange rope. Once completely bound, powers above Crimson Palace can't be wielded.

However, Crimson Palace Early Stage...

No!

I estimate that the power from the Middle Stage Crimson Palace is needed to help untie this rope.

Sister Meng, do you know any Elder willing to help me untie it?"

There was silence on the other end of the Communication Stone for a long time before Fang Qingmeng's voice came again.

A soft sigh followed by a somewhat helpless tone.

"Don't think about it, all disciples wanting to fight fox wolves, the Elders with me are heading south together, those remaining in Thousand Crane Sect are the old and steady ones putting the overall situation first.

If you dare to run in front of them, they'll immediately capture you and then find Zhang Han, appease him and apologize, then hand you over to Zhang Han."

Tang Fan smiled bitterly, "Doesn't it mean I have to come south to find you to untie the rope?"

Fang Qingmeng contemplated briefly, responded, "Hide for a while, wait until things calm down. I noticed they seem to have a time limit for capturing you. Once past the limit, they won't be as urgent. They can't afford it."

Tang Fan said, "Sister Meng, hiding here is fine, but not seeing you for so long, how can I sleep at night?"

Fang Qingmeng teased impatiently, "Smooth talker! I'm focused on pursuing the Way, who would engage in such emotional games with you."

Tang Fan chuckled, "I'm not like this with every lady; it's because Sister Meng is too..."

His words just ended when the Communication Stone hung up directly.

Tang Fan breathed a sigh, feeling a bit helpless.

Originally he planned to show concern, urging Fang Qingmeng to be careful when heading south.

Great Chu's political center, the Sect is in the north, but the south isn't devoid of Profound barren lands, otherwise unable for the southern migration.

Having spent early years in the south, he vaguely knew... the south also had some cultivator sects, but they were vastly different from Thousand Crane Sect, malicious and high-handed, resorting to any means for power.

Thinking again, Fang Qingmeng's team had Thousand Crane Sect's two most senior Elders, both Middle Stage Crimson Palace, how could such a lineup fear some small southern sects?

At this moment, Tang Fan looked down at the rope on him, sighed helplessly.

The path of cultivation must not be slack; waiting for years would be a significant loss.

As he was thinking, something caught the corner of his eye, his body stiffened abruptly, pupils gradually contracted. Upon confirming afar the secret realm entrance where a heavily scarred Profound Robe man's figure appeared, his eyes seemed ready to pop out, showing an extreme disbelief.

Wasn't that Profound Robe man Song Yan?

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