Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Long Lie's body was not yet completely cold, and the sky outside Longquan Pass was still gloomy, with the aftermath of the battle lingering in the air. Lin Fan stood in front of the pass, looking at the mountains in the distance. Although his face was calm, there were hidden waves. He knew that although Long Lie was defeated, the storm in Longquan Prefecture had just begun.

The loss of Longquan Pass was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up countless ripples. Lin Fan and the others had just rested for a while when they could feel the undercurrents surging around them. Long Lie's reputation had long been spread throughout Longquan Prefecture, especially Longquan Pass, which served as a barrier within the prefecture and symbolized unshakable power. Now that Longquan Pass had been breached and Long Lie was dead, the news spread quickly throughout the prefecture like a storm, shaking all forces within Longquan Prefecture.

In the mountains and forests, beside the river, the monks from countless forces looked sideways, and the fall of Longquan Pass became the focus of everyone's heated discussion. Those monks who once feared Long Lie's pressure now began to move and seek their own interests. Many small forces even planned to take advantage of the opportunity to seize the territory of Longquan Pass and erode this strategic location.

Lin Fan and others were temporarily stationed in Longquan Pass. Although peace had been restored outside the pass, they knew that this peace was only temporary. As the news of Long Lie's death gradually spread, the various forces in Longquan Prefecture would inevitably come to test or challenge their power. More powerful enemies would surely follow.

Zhong Ling'er patrolled everywhere, stopping from time to time to vigilantly observe the movements around her. Her keen perception told her that although there was silence in front of her, there were already countless eyes watching them in the dark. "These guys won't let us leave easily." She frowned and jumped lightly, landing on the city wall, overlooking the entire Longquan Pass.

Inside the pass, Jin Buke and Jiang Shuiling were sitting around a simple wooden table in a dilapidated stone hall, discussing the next move in a low voice. Jin Buke held a long sword in his hand, his eyes solemn, he tapped the table lightly, his tone steady and firm: "Although Long Lie was defeated, Longquanzhou will never be peaceful because of this. We must decide the next strategy as soon as possible, otherwise other forces will soon launch an attack on us."

Jiang Shuiling nodded gently, with a trace of calm wisdom in her eyes. She stroked the magic weapon with one hand, and her eyes flashed with a thoughtful light: "Long Lie's death will inevitably cause turmoil in Longquanzhou. Those small forces that have been suppressed by Long Lie may have already been unable to hold back. Next, we may have to face not only the temptations of other cultivators, but also the allies behind Long Lie, and even stronger enemies in Longquanzhou."

"Yes," Jin Buk said solemnly, "In the next battle, we can no longer rely on chance or luck, we must make a more careful plan." He gripped his sword tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, "No matter what opponent I face next, I will not retreat."

At the same time, Lin Fan sat alone on a huge rock outside Longquan Pass, looking at the distant mountains. His figure was stretched out by the glow of the setting sun, his eyes were deep, but his thoughts flew far away. He knew that breaking Longquan Pass was just the beginning, and the real threat of Longquan Prefecture had not yet fully emerged. He closed his eyes, and every detail of this battle emerged in his mind. Long Lie's strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. He was able to defeat him more by relying on the combined power of the Chaos Tower and the Qiankun Axe. But Lin Fan knew that next, they would encounter more and stronger opponents. Every battle would be more dangerous than the previous one.

The wind blew in the distance, bringing a cool breath from the mountains, but this coolness could not dispel the heaviness in Lin Fan's heart. He whispered to himself, as if saying to himself: "There are stronger enemies hidden in Longquanzhou. We must be fully prepared."

At this moment, Zhong Ling'er descended from a distance and walked gently to Lin Fan's side. She looked at Lin Fan and smiled slightly, "What are you thinking about?"

Lin Fan opened his eyes and smiled faintly: "The next step."

Zhong Ling'er sat cross-legged next to Lin Fan, hugged her knees, looked up at the darkening sky, and said with a smile: "I know you must be thinking about the next battle, right? But don't worry too much. You have been able to deal with those strong enemies along the way, right? We believe in you." Her tone was relaxed, as if she didn't care about the future dangers at all.

Lin Fan smiled slightly and nodded: "Yes, no matter what the enemy is, we must face it."

The two of them sat quietly, enjoying a moment of peace. However, this peace did not last long. Zhong Ling'er's expression suddenly changed, her brows furrowed, and she raised her hand to signal Lin Fan: "Someone is coming."

Sure enough, a moment later, a swift figure came from the distant forest and arrived in front of Longquan Pass in an instant. The man was wearing a green robe, his figure was agile, and there was a cold murderous intent between his eyebrows. Lin Fan took a look and felt the strong spiritual fluctuations on the other party. It was obvious that he was also a cultivator with good strength.

The man in green robe stopped in front of the gate and stared at Lin Fan coldly, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent. His voice was as piercing as the cold wind: "Are you the cultivators who killed Long Lie?"

Lin Fan stood up and looked at the newcomer calmly: "Yes, Long Lie has been defeated. Who are you?"

The green-robed man had a sinister smile on his face, and said in a low and cold voice: "My name is Feng Yun, and I am Long Lie's junior apprentice. You killed my senior apprentice, and today, I will make you pay with your lives!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Yun's figure suddenly turned into a whirlwind and attacked Lin Fan in an instant. His speed was incredibly fast, and his figure was erratic like a ghost, and the air was filled with the sound of whistling wind. Feng Yun was good at wind magic and was extremely fast, which made him an extremely difficult opponent to capture.

Lin Fan did not panic. He moved his feet, retreated slightly, raised the Qiankun Axe in his hand, and blocked Fengyun's attack steadily. The two of them clashed in an instant, and the strong wind blew up the dust. The atmosphere of the entire Longquan Pass suddenly became tense.

"How dare you kill my senior brother? I will kill you here today!" Feng Yun's voice was filled with cold murderous intent. He quickly formed seals with his hands in the air. Wind-type spiritual power formed whirlwinds around him, slashing towards Lin Fan and others like a blade.

Lin Fan blocked Feng Yun's attack with the Qian Kun Axe, but he was also secretly amazed at the opponent's speed. Feng Yun's skills were extremely flexible, and he was like a wisp of wind, difficult to catch. Every attack was fierce and accurate, forcing Lin Fan to respond with all his strength.

Jin Buke, Jiang Shuiling and Zhong Ling'er also quickly entered the battle state. Jin Buke raised his sword and the sword light cut through the sky like lightning. Jiang Shuiling assisted with water magic and tried to use the water curtain to contain Fengyun's actions. However, Fengyun's body movements were extremely strange. He seemed to have turned into a wind shadow in the air, able to avoid attacks at any time, and was elusive.

"What a fast speed!" Jin Buke gritted his teeth in a low voice. Although his long sword was swift, it could not hit Fengyun's vital points. Jiang Shuiling's water curtain could not completely block the opponent. Zhong Ling'er's magic weapon locked onto Fengyun's figure several times, but he cleverly avoided it.

Lin Fan thought to himself that although Fengyun's wind magic was flexible, he also knew that no matter how strong the opponent was, he couldn't continue to launch such high-speed attacks indefinitely. His eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhong Ling'er, stop his actions! Jin Buke, you attack with me!"