Chapter 57

Fang Yu spoke for a while longer, then left the grounds, leaving only Fang Han behind to ponder deeply.

"Today I've finally passed the test. The Young Lady no longer pursues me for stealing cultivation knowledge, and this Fang Yu has rewarded me with five Essence Pills—Essence Pills, something only core disciples of the Fang Clan can obtain, yet he gave them to me so freely. Clearly, he holds me in high regard; I must win his favor in the future, perhaps gaining even greater benefits."

Many thoughts swirled in Fang Han's mind. "That Young Master Fang Yu truly isn't ordinary. He's just revealed so much cultivation insight to me—I might as well attempt to break through to the 6th Stage of Physical Body, Realm of Aura."

Fang Han did not rest immediately; instead, he began to breathe.

Night passed, and several more days went by.

The Fang Clan's massive caravan, horses and men, pressed steadily eastward, crossing Long Yuan Province, Wu Ling Province, Hua Yang Province, and several other great provinces, finally arriving at the foot of a vast, continuous mountain range over a month later.

"Ahead lies the Yuhuaxian Sect."

Fang Qingxue also stepped out of her sedan chair and spoke.

Fang Yu gazed into the distance, seeing endless peaks stretching far away, towering like swords piercing the sky.

On some peaks, numerous palaces had been built, and countless waterfalls of a thousand zhang poured down from the high mountains.

The sky was an impossibly deep blue, like blue crystal; the sun blazed high, casting light upon the hundreds and thousands of peaks, where pine trees twisted with gnarled roots and sprawling branches, radiating an ancient, primordial aura.

Deep within the peaks, in mist-shrouded realms, floated a colossal city of Elder Tiangong—no one knew what kind of magic power could suspend those palaces in midair.

This was the Yuhuaxian Sect.

Many Fang Clan disciples, upon seeing this sight, were stunned into silence.

"Immortal Dao! Immortal Dao! Is this the Immortal Dao? How magnificent!"

"This is where immortals dwell—how could they possibly suspend such massive palaces in the sky?"

"Those peaks are thousands of zhang tall—this must be the work of human hands, how incredibly powerful!"

Everyone was stunned; even Fang Han's face was filled with awe.

"My former wish was to become a Wang Hou in the Da Li Dynasty, wielding great power. Now, it seems laughably trivial."

Fang Han laughed at his own shallow ignorance.

As for Fang Yu, he too stepped out of his sedan chair, eyes gleaming as he studied the Yuhuaxian Sect.

Just as the entire party arrived before the Xianshan.

The long cries of celestial cranes pierced the clouds, rising and falling in succession.

In the astonishment of the crowd, several white dots in the distance swiftly approached—moments ago no larger than fists, now they had grown into cranes larger than oxen.

These celestial cranes were magnificent indeed, their heads crimson as blood, wings spreading wide enough to summon whirlwinds, and especially their talons, sharp as hooks, capable of piercing steel effortlessly.

Upon their backs sat young Daoists clad in feather robes.

The cranes did not land but circled in the air; each movement intensified the storm, and each flap of their wings sent gales like arrows flying.

At once, the Fang Clan's caravan was thrown into chaos—horses reared, men fell, and even Qianli Xue, the horse Fang Han led, terrified, began neighing wildly and bolted without regard for life.

"Hey!"

Fang Han roared, his arm jerking as he tried to rein in Qianli Xue.

But in that instant, the several cranes began to descend, and it seemed Fang Han and Qianli Xue would collide with them—when a lofty voice rang out from atop one crane.

"Audacious! Mortal scum, you dare charge recklessly upon the Xianshan? Do you wish to die?"

One Daoist atop a crane, seeing this, glared and slapped the crane's head—immediately, the massive crane's talons plunged downward, aiming to seize Qianli Xue, this noble steed, with crushing force.

Simultaneously, another young Daoist on a different crane drew out a long whip, lashing it toward Fang Han as if to strike him with a brutal blow.

"Impudent! How dare you treat the Fang Clan's people and horses this way!"

As the crane was about to seize Qianli Xue and the whip was about to strike Fang Han, a voice rang out.

The Fang Clan disciples saw a shadow flash—suddenly appearing before Qianli Xue and Fang Han, delivering one heavy punch that sent both cranes flying backward.

The Daoists atop the cranes tumbled down at once.

"It's Senior Brother Fang Yu!"

"Young Master Fang has acted!"

"Young Master Fang is mighty!"

The Fang Clan disciples recognized the one who had acted—it was Fang Yu, the core disciple of the Fang Clan.

"Hmph? Audacious!"

Seeing this, all other Daoists atop the cranes turned cold, ready to attack Fang Yu at once.

But at that moment, another cold, clear voice echoed through the grounds.

"Is Master Jin teaching you to act this way? Since you've offended the Fang Clan's people and horses, you shall leave your lives here."