Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

However, Jiang Shuiling seemed a little hesitant. She gently pulled Lin Fan and reminded him in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Lin Fan, business is more important!"

There was a hint of worry in her eyes, obviously worried about the important mission of their trip.

Lin Fan stopped and turned to face Jiang Shuiling. A hint of understanding flashed across his eyes, but was soon replaced by optimism.

"Eating a meal won't delay things much! If it really doesn't work, find someone to tell Fang Yutian that the Fang family's reinforcements have arrived!"

His tone was firm, and he seemed to have made a decision.

Jiang Shuiling sighed helplessly, knowing that once Lin Fan made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

She had no choice but to follow Lin Fan's instructions, find a smart-looking waiter, hand him a few silver coins, and ask him to go to the Fang family to report the news.

At this moment, the Fang family was in chaos. The originally quiet mansion was now filled with noise and a tense atmosphere.

Discussing countermeasures, facing the impending crisis, everyone's face was filled with worry.

In this restaurant in Yunxiao City, Lin Fan and the other two found a table by the window and sat down.

The store is decorated in a simple style, full of the atmosphere of life.

As the dishes are served one by one, the aroma fills the air, making one's mouth water.

Lin Fan ate with relish. While enjoying the delicious food in front of him, he also reminded Jiang Shuiling and Ximen Zhi to eat well and recover their strength.

In Yunxiao City, the competition between the Fang family and the Zhan family is well known.

The Fang family was once an important force in Yunxiao City, but as time passed, the family's power gradually declined and it no longer had the glory of the past.

At the same time, the Zhan family is at its peak, its strength is growing day by day, and its influence is gradually penetrating into every corner of the city, threatening the Fang family's position in Yunxiao City.

In order to prevent the Zhan family from completely replacing the Fang family, the Fang family made a major decision - to send Fang Yutian, the most outstanding of the younger generation, to Qingyun Sect to learn skills.

Qingyun Sect, as one of the most important holy places for cultivation on the continent, the power behind it is enough to deter any hostile forces.

The Fang family hopes that Fang Yutian can achieve a breakthrough in the Qingyun Sect, and use his newfound strength to help the family gain an advantage in the contest with the Zhan family.

However, fate does not seem to be on the Fang family's side.

Fang Yutian's cultivation path in Qingyun Sect was not smooth and he failed to become its formal disciple.

Even more unfortunate is that the Qingyun Sect is constantly in turmoil and is unable to protect itself, and is completely unable to obtain external assistance.

The Zhan family learned all this information through various channels. They seized the opportunity and issued an ultimatum to the Fang family: give up the City Lord's Mansion within two months, otherwise they would bear the consequences.

Fang Yutian received an order from Lin Fan and returned to Yunxiao City with the dream of reviving his family's glory. He established a branch of the Dark Temple, thinking that it could bring a glimmer of hope for the family.

However, as soon as he stepped into the city gate, he felt the oppression and hostility of the Zhan family.

The Zhan family's spies seemed to be everywhere, and their movements were closely monitored. Fang Yutian could even feel that every time he went out, there were invisible eyes following him closely.

The moment Fang Yutian received the ultimatum from the Zhan family, he felt extremely heavy.

He stood in the Fang family's study, tightly holding the piece of paper with the ultimatum in his hand, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

The sky over Yunxiao City was covered with dark clouds, which seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.

The atmosphere in the Fang family's meeting hall was heavy and tense.

The head of the Fang family, a white-haired old man with a resolute face, now had a frown on his face. He sat in the first seat with his hands clenched, revealing his inner anxiety and powerlessness.

The Fang family's top leaders, including several elderly elders and several young elites of the clan, gathered in the hall, their faces filled with worry and uneasiness.

The sky outside was gloomy, and the occasional gusts of wind seemed to foreshadow an impending storm.

After learning of the threat from the Zhan family, the head of the Fang family sent out invitations to all major forces on good terms with the Fang family, hoping to gather the forces of justice and jointly resist the Zhan family's invasion.

However, the reality was far more cruel than he had imagined.

Most of the heroic letters fell into oblivion, with no response, and the few that did receive a reply all politely rejected the Fang family's requests with various excuses.

In a corner of the hall, the head of the Fang family stood up and faced everyone, his voice full of resentment and disappointment: "Back then, our Fang family almost always responded to requests, but now, no one has come to our aid!"

His voice echoed in the hall, making everyone feel the Fang family's current predicament.

Next to him, a white-haired old man, dressed in the attire of a clan elder, stood up, his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with anger: "The world is fickle, and people's hearts are no longer the same!"

His voice was heavy, and every word was like a hammer hitting the heart of everyone present.

The atmosphere was filled with grief, indignation and resentment.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a burly figure and passionate eyes stood up and recalled the glorious history of the Fang family: "It's all because we Fang family members are not motivated! Back then, our Fang family ancestor was so powerful with his sword energy that no one dared to disobey him. Even the Sword God Li Shentong, who has been in existence for more than 200 years, only dared to leave a sword mark on the plaque of Yunxiao City and did not enter the city to show his respect for the Fang family ancestor!"

His voice was full of excitement, as if he hoped to inspire everyone's fighting spirit by recalling the glory of the past.

Everyone in the meeting hall was touched by his words, and thoughts and determination gradually emerged on their faces.

Fang Yutian stood in the middle of the hall, his eyes were firm, his voice was light but full of power: "I believe that Lin Fan will come back to help us!"

The head of the Fang family, whose wrinkles on his face seemed to record the rise and fall of the Fang family, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard Lin Fan's name.

He showed some surprise: "Lin Fan? Is he the one being hunted by Qingyun Sect?"

There was a hint of disbelief in his voice. After all, that name had become a hot topic in the underworld recently.

A gleam of determination flashed in Fang Yutian's eyes, and he answered firmly: "No, Lin Fan is the successor appointed by the leader! He is the real leader of Qingyun Sect!"

These words, like a thunderclap, echoed in the hall and shook everyone's heart.

The head of the Fang family was silent for a moment. He was well aware of the current predicament. He turned his head and looked at the busy Fang family members in the courtyard, his eyes full of affection and reluctance.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying a kind of helpless wisdom: "Lin Fan, even a clay Buddha can hardly save himself when crossing the river. Why don't we move out of the City Lord's Mansion? As long as we have the green mountains, we will not be afraid of running out of firewood!"