Three months after joining the sect, Chen Fan's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. He had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, far ahead of his peers.
His fellow disciple Zheng Kun, burning with jealousy, secretly schemed to make him face a second-rank demonic beast alone on a sect mission.
Deep in the dense forest, Chen Fan looked at the snarling Crimson Flame Wolf before him. Instead of fear, he slowly drew the iron sword at his waist.
"Perfect. Time to test the fruits of three months of hard training." With a low shout, he shot forward like lightning.
Thirty moves later, the Crimson Flame Wolf crashed to the ground. Chen Fan sheathed his sword and stood tall; the hem of his robe was damp, but he had already shown a sharpness rare among his peers.
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