Chapter 62

Fang Yu looked at the lead crane immortal and wasn't in a hurry to immediately take the examination.

These cranes also possess spiritual awareness; if they break through the Divine Ability Secret Realm, they become "demons."

Building good relations with them has its benefits—you can fly in the sky even before breaking through the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

He wasn't like Pang Bo, that old glutton who saw cranes and immediately thought of roasting them.

"I want roasted pheasant, roasted rabbits. I'll go catch some wild rabbits and pheasants from other mountains—bring them here, roast them for me, pile on the salt and mustard, oh, how I crave roasted food, I'm counting on you, once I'm full, everything's negotiable."

At this moment, the lead crane immortal spoke; as she spoke, she seemed to recall the joy of barbecue, her saliva continuously dripping from her mouth, falling to the ground and emitting a rich aroma.

This sight made Fang Han's heart ache faintly—he knew crane saliva was a precious thing; a hundred-year-old crane saliva could regulate internal organs, nourish yin and strengthen yang, and moisten the lungs.

A thousand-year-old crane saliva was even more extraordinary—it was the ultimate treasure sought by martial cultivators, an excellent item for reaching the Internal Strengthening Realm, worth one tael of gold per qian.

The cranes of Yuhuaxian Sect were rare breeds; their saliva was probably comparable to that of a thousand-year-old crane.

For it to just fall like this was pure waste of gold.

"We're off to catch delicacies—you wait!"

After finishing her drooling, the lead crane immortal summoned the other cranes, and they all flew out toward the endless mountains beyond Yuhua Sect.

Seeing the cranes fly away, Fang Han immediately ordered his servants to set up many barbecue stands.

With Fang Yu here, no one dared disobey.

Soon after, the cranes returned, each carrying prey—pheasants, rabbits, large river fish, wild wolves, foxes, even tigers, leopards, wild boars, antelopes, and black bears.

Even more astonishing, the lead crane immortal had caught a giant python, dropped it onto the ground, startling every servant.

"We're rich!"

Seeing this, Fang Han immediately knew he had struck gold—if he maintained good relations with these cranes and had them go hunting daily, he'd accumulate countless treasures: tiger pelts, bear pelts, snake gallbladders, bear paws—none of which weren't precious.

These items were priceless in the mortal world, but more importantly, some of these beasts aided cultivation—for instance, the python's gallbladder, when eaten, increased one's cultivation base.

This position was a fat post.

Whoever held it would never lack gold or silver, and their cultivation would rapidly grow strong.

Fang Yu also murmured in admiration—Yuhuaxian Sect's cranes were truly formidable; they could take down tigers with one claw, kill wild bears—truly incredible.

Especially since these crane immortals were easily tempted by food; whenever they drooled, it was nearly a thousand-year-old crane saliva, brimming with countless benefits.

Fang Han directed his servants to clean the prey, and in the end, he personally took charge of roasting for the crane immortals, even bringing fine wine for them to drink.

Each crane immortal was well-fed and satisfied; after flying for a while, they landed, the rest went to sleep, but the lead crane immortal walked over, looking down from above, speaking in a voice like a little girl: "You're a good person—we're friends now. I can take you flying."

Fang Han's face lit up with joy—he realized these crane immortals were truly lovely, easiest to befriend, far easier than dealing with humans.

"Then I thank you, Crane Immortal."

Fang Yu smiled and told her where he needed to go.

"Alright, let's go."

The crane immortal was in high spirits and decided to make one more flight; Fang Yu leapt and landed atop her back.

As for Fang Han, he did not leave immediately—he didn't yet have the qualifications.

"Fang Han, cultivate hard. See you at Canjiawei Sect in a few days."

Fang Yu added another remark, and the crane immortal spread her wings and took flight, soaring among the mountains of Yuhuaxian Sect.

Fang Yu sat atop the crane immortal, gazing far off at the scenery of Yuhua Sect—everywhere were Xianshan, everywhere were spiritual herbs.

Yet between some Shanfeng, there lay a vast plain, upon which stood city after city.

Within those cities were college after college, Dao halls.

This plain in the mountains was not natural—it seemed man-made, as if a being of immense magic power had moved away several Shanfeng from Yuhuaxian Sect's mountains and artificially created this habitable plain.

This was where Yuhuaxian Sect's Canjiawei Sect disciples and Neimen Sect disciples lived and cultivated.

Yuhuaxian Sect was one of the Shidamen Sect, with hundreds of thousands of Canjiawei Sect disciples and roughly five thousand prestigious Neimen Sect disciples.

This doesn't even count the servants who labored within the sect, tending spiritual beasts or cultivating spiritual fields—if added, the number was incalculable.

These disciples cultivated daily in Yuhua Sect's academies, or were sent out by the sect on perilous examinations to hone their will and strength, striving to attain the Divine Ability Secret Realm and ascend to heaven in a single step.

Even if one failed to reach the Divine Ability Secret Realm, if one could cultivate the body to an extremely profound level and earn some merit, receiving even one or two artifacts or spiritual tools from Yuhua Sect, one could return to one's family and enjoy boundless wealth and glory.

"Oh, I can't go any further ahead—there's a forbidden spell cast by an Elder in the sky; flying is forbidden. I'll set you down—you walk the rest."

As the crane immortal neared the vast plain, she quickly slowed her flight, descended slowly, and finally landed on a broad road.

"Alright, thank you, Crane Immortal."

Fang Yu leapt down, his feet touching solid ground, watching the crane immortal fly back before walking step by step along the road into the majestic city on the plain.

This city was entirely paved with white stone, extremely clean and beautiful—far more beautiful and pristine than Long Yuan Province.

Compared to this city, Long Yuan Province was like a backwater village.

But Fang Yu did not admire the city's beauty—he arrived before a grand mansion.

The mansion was magnificent; its plaque bore three characters: Tashen Academy.

It did not mean "trampling immortals underfoot," but rather that entering this mansion meant stepping onto the Dao of Immortality.

Hence, "Tashen Academy."

This "Tashen Academy" was Yuhua Sect's entrance academy, the place where new disciples underwent their entrance examinations.

When Fang Yu arrived, several well-dressed youths were already waiting, their gazes sharp and keen—they were clearly recommended candidates here to take the Canjiawei Sect examination.

Yuhua Sect, one of the Shidamen Sect, subtly controlled several major dynasties; just the Da Li Dynasty alone had billions of people, countless clans, nobles, and imperial family members all eager to rise above others and enter Yuhua Sect—even becoming a Canjiawei Sect disciple granted the potential for advancement.

Thus, every month, people were recommended and granted slots to come here for examination.

Moreover, Yuhua Sect accepted only the young, for the young had vigorous blood and qi, offering hope of entering the Divine Ability Secret Realm, while middle-aged people's blood and qi were already declining, making it impossible to reach the Divine Ability Secret Realm.

Fang Yu glanced around—everywhere were young men and women, all with at least the Divine Power Realm cultivation base, some even higher realm.

"I'm here."