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What merit or ability does Xiao Fan possess to attract so many Nascent Soul Immortal Lords?!

Moreover, why didn't those Nascent Soul experts take his life after capturing him, but instead spared him?

Even after waking up, his foundation was repaired, and his strength even increased.

"what on earth is it?"

Xiao Fan frowned, sensing that things were not so simple.

He looked around and found himself seemingly on a precipice.

The surrounding area was shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to see into the distance.

Apart from where Xiao Fan was, all that could be seen was a seemingly endless mountain path with staircases.

Is this place unguarded?

"Or……"

"Are there hidden traps beyond the fog?"

Being in an unfamiliar place naturally increased Xiao Fan's suspicions.

He cautiously extended his divine sense into the fog, attempting to observe the situation.

What surprised and puzzled him was that the seemingly ordinary mist actually seemed to have the effect of blocking or absorbing divine sense.

Xiao Fan's divine sense, which dispersed into the mist, was essentially useless.

It is impossible to remotely observe the situation outside the fog.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's vigilance was at its peak.

Therefore, if he wants to escape from this place, the only way is to go down the mountain via that path.

Xiao Fan frowned, raised his hand to summon his magical artifact, and began to ponder while protecting himself.

Soon, he made up his mind and courage rose in his heart.

"Anyway, I can't get out of here!"

"Whatever lies ahead, let's go down and take a look!"

"Perhaps there is a way out!"

With these thoughts in mind, Xiao Fan immediately set off towards the mountain path.

The mountain path is very long, and the steps seem endless.

It's as if there are thousands upon thousands of steps here.

Xiao Fan was initially wary of whether there was any danger lurking in the mist that enveloped both sides of the mountain path.

But soon, Xiao Fan became impatient and just kept walking down.

I do not know how long it has been.

Just as Xiao Fan was about to unleash a string of profanities...

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the steps below.

"Shh."

"Shh."

"Shh."

Xiao Fan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately looked down.

At the bottom of the hundred or so steps, there was an old man dressed simply.

The old man had an ordinary face, covered with wrinkles, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.

He was like an ordinary old man, plain and unremarkable.

At this moment, the old man is holding a broom and slowly sweeping the floor.

This seemingly ordinary scene startled Xiao Fan, who then involuntarily looked over.

In such a desolate and quiet place, the sudden appearance of an old man sweeping the floor should have been an extremely abrupt event.

But in Xiao Fan's eyes, every movement of the old man sweeping the floor seemed to be perfectly natural.

It seems to blend into the universe, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Like clouds floating in the sky, trees growing on the ground, and fish swimming in the water.

And the old man sweeping the floor should be here too.

So, he's here.

Unbeknownst to him, Xiao Fan gradually became immersed in it.

He felt that the scene before him was full of mystery, but he didn't know how to describe it.

Just when Xiao Fan thought he was about to figure something out...

The old man sweeping the floor looked up and said with a smile:

"Hey kid, where did you come from?"

In an instant, these ancient yet gentle words, like a thunderbolt, exploded in Xiao Fan's mind.

Xiao Fan's face turned deathly pale in an instant, as he was jolted awake from his reverie.

But then, a look of relief and joy appeared on Xiao Fan's face.

He was so engrossed in watching that his entire Dao heart trembled.

Looking back now, Xiao Fan feels as if he has faced the Great Dao directly.

Even the path he cultivated almost collapsed because of this!

And the root of all this was simply because he glanced at the old man sweeping the floor a few more times.

At this moment, Xiao Fan was filled with lingering fear.

Even the way they looked at the old man sweeping the floor no longer dared to show the slightest bit of their usual arrogance.

"Young man Xiao Fan, I apologize for disturbing you, senior..."

215 - Showing Pity and Tenderness (Bonus Chapter)

Looking at Xiao Fan, who was suppressing his fear and bowing respectfully to him.

The old man sweeping the floor chuckled, his seemingly cloudy eyes giving him a slight once-over.

In that instant, Xiao Fan felt a sudden pang of heart palpitation surge into his heart.

It was as if the old man sweeping the floor had seen right through him.

Xiao Fan even felt a sense of horror that he couldn't describe in words.

That gaze, so tangible, was as still as a deep well.

But Xiao Fan felt as if the old man in front of him could see through his heart and know what he was thinking at that moment.

This made Xiao Fan dare not act rashly, and even less dare to resent the old sweeper who had intimidated him.

He was afraid that he would discover his true thoughts and thus offend this unfathomable old man.

"No need to be so polite."

The old man sweeping the floor smiled gently, and without making any visible movement, Xiao Fan was lifted up by an invisible force.

However, just as Xiao Fan thought that the old man in front of him was the one guarding him.

The old man sweeping the floor seemed to have simply stumbled upon him by chance.

He picked up the broom again and started sweeping, stroke by stroke.

Xiao Fan was taken aback when he saw this, but because of his previous lesson, he didn't dare to look any longer and quickly turned his head away.

After hesitating for a long time, I still couldn't help but ask:

"I wonder what you call me, senior?"

The old man sweeping the floor didn't look up when he heard this. He continued sweeping the steps while smiling gently:

"I am nothing more than an old sweeper."

Xiao Fan, of course, didn't believe it. Knowing that the other party was hiding their identity, he could only respectfully ask:

"Senior, may I ask... where is this place?"

The old man sweeping the floor smiled but ignored Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan waited for a long time but didn't receive a reply, and he became somewhat annoyed.

But when he recalled the old man's terror, Xiao Fan couldn't help but feel a chill and quickly suppressed these emotions.

He stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave, looking extremely awkward.

If the old man sweeping the floor wasn't strong, would he dare to treat him like this?

Xiao Fan had already angrily attacked, beating him half to death and forcibly interrogating him about the matter at this place.

But after learning of the old sweeper's terrifying strength, he dared not show the slightest hint of arrogance.

I just wanted to appear more humble and respectful, and I dared not do anything offensive.

Such actions perfectly exemplify the phrase "bullying the weak."

But Xiao Fan felt no shame at all; instead, he comforted himself with a sense of self-righteousness.

"I'm not bullying the weak and fearing the strong, I just can't figure out this old man's temperament."

"What if I do something wrong and offend this person, and he slaps me to death? Wouldn't that be a humiliating death?"

"Moreover, someone like me, a rare genius in cultivation..."

"He should smoothly ascend to the pinnacle of the cultivation world, look down upon all living beings, and receive the reverence of countless creatures!"

"How can I die in a place like this for no reason?"

Xiao Fan completed the logical loop with ease.