Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng struck as soon as he spoke. The Grand Poison Technique permeated the air, and countless tiny figures appeared throughout the entire space and time. Each tiny figure instantly expanded, transforming into powerful poison demon kings.
"Poison Demons Over Heaven!"
He possessed the cultivation of a Profound Immortal, and his poison arts had reached perfection. His mastery of poison comprehended the mysteries of creation. If he were in the secular world, he could probably cause the extinction of all living beings in a great world.
In the Heavenly Realm, his poison arts could exert their maximum power.
He attacked Fang Han without any hesitation.
Within this poisonous gas, there were countless cruel, bloody, and malicious talismans, as well as laws capable of corroding all things. Once the poison art was unleashed, heaven and earth would perish. His poison art was the skill he was most proud of. Many Profound Immortals of the same realm were terrified of it. The fact that Fang Han dared to challenge his poison art made him uncontrollably furious.
Facing the overwhelming poisonous gas, Fang Han opened his mouth, and countless vortexes appeared. He actually swallowed all of this highly toxic gas in an instant,吸入 into his body.
The rolling poison corroded everything, something even the laws of a Profound Immortal could not endure. However, the moment this poisonous gas entered Fang Han's body and sensed the laws of a Golden Immortal, it became completely docile. The poison demon kings let out miserable shrieks as they were thoroughly refined, merging into the runes of the Grand Poison Technique.
"Impossible, how could my poison be so easily neutralized and swallowed? A Profound Immortal cannot possibly neutralize my absolute poison."
Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng's eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets.
"Void Ten Thousand Illusions, Ancient Great Poison."
Fang Han made his move. With a flick of his finger, he launched a counterattack. The Grand Poison Technique and thousands of other poison divine abilities condensed into a phantom of poison. Within that phantom, there were bizarre sights, swirling dragons and fishes, mountains and rivers, heavens and hells, all completely composed of vividly colored poison. Looking both real and illusory, it enveloped the surroundings.
This was the Void Ten Thousand Illusions Ancient Poison, the ultimate art of the Medicine God Valley.
Fang Han had killed the young master of the Medicine God Valley, along with many experts, and refined them one by one. Naturally, he had obtained the secret manuals of the Medicine God Valley, as well as many methods for cultivating divine abilities.
The Medicine God Valley was also a massive sect in the Heavenly Realm. The divine abilities passed down were all supreme great immortal techniques, possessing inconceivable power if successfully cultivated.
Fang Han possessed the Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures' Universal Cycle Instrument, the Eight Legions Pagoda's Destiny Sphere, and now he had obtained a portion of the Golden Immortal laws, cultivating all divine abilities to their peak. When this Void Ten Thousand Illusions Ancient Poison was executed, it truly carried the essence of poisoning all illusions.
In an instant, it wrapped around Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng.
"Void Ten Thousand Illusions Ancient Poison!" Ji Feng was greatly shocked. "You are from the Qingzhou Yao family!"
Fang Han did not answer at all. He circled his left hand, and the ancient poison shrank, completely closing in on Ji Feng. In the blink of an eye, a toxic universe formed, pulling Ji Feng inside.
Ji Feng roared continuously, repeatedly unleashing his demonic poison arts, but he was fundamentally unable to break through this toxic universe. He could not help but let out a long scream that could tear metal and stone. A long sword flew out from his hand. It actually was an immortal artifact, emitting bursts of medicinal fragrance, and engraved with two ancient immortal characters reading Heavenly Doctor.
Separating man and sword into one body, he slashed apart the toxic universe in one strike and escaped. Like a white rainbow piercing the sun, he aimed a lethal strike right at Fang Han's head.
Fang Han's pupils contracted. Pointing out a finger, internally containing the Ascendant Holy Art, he struck directly on the tip of the sword. Buzz… The immortal sword emitted bursts of roaring sounds and bent into the shape of a bow, utterly unable to pierce into Fang Han's finger.
"Unfortunately, my strength has not fully recovered. Otherwise, one finger would have shattered this immortal sword, and one palm strike would have flattened this Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng," Fang Han said secretly in his mind.
"What is this? Poison-Hand Medicine King, didn't we agree to compete in poison arts? Why have you even brought out an immortal sword? Could it be that you want to compete using all divine abilities?"
"You!" Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng withdrew his immortal sword, his eyes fixed on Fang Han, flickering uncertainly. "You could actually block my Heavenly Medical Sword with an finger of flesh and blood. Just how strong is your physical body?"
"Let's not talk about that for now. Do you want to compete in poison arts again?" Fang Han waved his hand.
"Hmph! This old man admits defeat this time. I never expected to encounter someone from the Qingzhou Yao family." Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng seemed a bit unwilling, but he straightforwardly conceded: "This old man will completely give you the alchemy medicinal ingredients you want. Wait here."
Speaking thus, he continuously grabbed from the void. In his internally formed kingdom within his body, countless medicinal ingredients exuding powerful magic energy flew out, turning into a sheet of crystals, and finally flew slowly into Fang Han's hands.
As Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng handed over the herbs, his heart ached a little. "These herbs are worth at least hundreds of thousands of Primal Pills. This old man suffered a crushing defeat this time, losing all my capital. However, if you are truly refining a King Grade pill, once the pill is formed, its value will multiply by more than ten times. I can see that your medicinal arts are profound. If you are interested, you can become an alchemist for our Great Benevolence Hall."
"We will talk about it later!"
Fang Han nodded. As he used his divine sense to inspect the herbs, his expression suddenly changed: "Poison-Hand Medicine King, among these herbs, the most critical ingredient is missing, the Holy Spirit Blood. Without this herb, I absolutely cannot refine the pill."
"There is nothing that can be done about that. The Holy Spirit Blood, rumored to be the fresh blood left behind by an ancient saint, melted into the soil of the Heavenly Realm to grow supreme spiritual medicines. Originally, our Great Benevolence Hall had one stalk, but your timing is unfortunate. It was bought today. The buyer is an envoy of the Heavenly Court, a peerless genius from the overlord sect of the Central Region, the Yuhua Sect. Of course, if you are willing to become an alchemist for my Great Benevolence Hall, we will definitely find a way to transfer Holy Spirit Blood from elsewhere for your pill refining."
"I appreciate your good intentions. Let me think about it."
Fang Han's expression did not change. He put away the herbs, moved his body, walked out of the Great Benevolence Hall, and stepped onto the wide street.
"Hmph! Despicable, making me lose my capital!" After seeing Fang Han leave, Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng's expression turned ferocious, and he subsequently came up with an idea: "This person has immense magic power… and seems completely untamed, has a mysterious background, and is even skilled in alchemy. Our Great Benevolence Hall will observe the situation first. I will inform the Heavenly Court envoy of the Yuhua Sect. Presumably, this Heavenly Court envoy will be very interested, since he is recruiting subordinates to expand his power."
Right away, Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng's body flashed and he disappeared.
Shortly after, he arrived at the very center of Manggu City, within a round tower extending into the canopy of the sky. That was the core of the Manggu Alliance. Today, the genius Heavenly Court envoy from the Yuhua Sect was inside, accepting banquets hosted by the top figures of major sects.
"The most important ingredient for the Ultimate Ancient Holy Spirit Pill is the Holy Spirit Blood. Without this medicine, the furnace cannot even be opened." Fang Han did not feel any joy from winning the wager against Poison-Hand Medicine King.
"Senior, in this Manggu City, aside from the Great Benevolence Hall, there is also the Pharmacist Hall. We can go take a look. Perhaps they might have the Holy Spirit Blood that senior needs," Chen Yan said to Fang Han after coming out.
"Fine." Fang Han nodded, searching around the entirety of Manggu City, looking in all directions.
The buildings in Manggu City were all exceptionally tall, reaching into the clouds. Giant structures ten thousand feet high could be seen everywhere. However, right at the core center, the most majestic was a giant pagoda. Hundreds of millions of resplendent rays shot up toward the firmament. Clearly, it was jointly constructed by many individuals possessing immense divine power.
The entire Mount Mang, covering three hundred and sixty billion miles, was basically seated at the location of that pagoda, marking the core area to suppress the earth veins.
Just as Fang Han was strolling slowly through the city, several beams of light suddenly sped over and landed right in front of him with consecutive swishing sounds. Astonishingly, they were over ten Divine Immortal experts, all uniformly wearing black robes, looking almost like servants.
"Divine Immortals…" Chen Yan was terribly frightened. The sect master of the Profound Heavy Sect was only a Divine Immortal, yet now so many Divine Immortals appeared at once, blocking their path. She did not know what they wanted.
Fang Han's eyes tightened instantly.
"Cultivator, did you just purchase some medicinal ingredients at the Great Benevolence Hall? Is your batch missing a main ingredient called the Holy Spirit Blood?" A tall, burly Divine Immortal built like an iron tower stepped forward and addressed Fang Han.
"That's right. You are?" Fang Han asked with feigned doubt.
"We are the Divine Immortal Guards under Young Master Shang," the Divine Immortal said coldly. "Young Master Shang is holding a banquet in the Manggu Pagoda. Hearing that your Dao arts are extraordinary, he ordered us to invite you to attend."
"Young Master Shang? Which Young Master Shang?" Fang Han asked.
"Young Master Shang is an envoy sent down from the Heavenly Court, a peerless genius of the overlord sect of the Central Region, the Yuhua Sect. This time, coming to Mount Mang is to recruit Heavenly soldiers and generals for the Heavenly Court to fight against the God Race, the Buddha Realm, the Dragon Realm, and the Devil Realm in the lower realms." Another scrawny Divine Immortal stepped up.
"Inviting me to a banquet? Very well, he possesses the Holy Spirit Blood. Furthermore, I will take a look at exactly how powerful this peerless genius of the Yuhua Sect is." Many thoughts flickered in Fang Han's mind. He suddenly smiled: "It is hard to decline such gracious hospitality. I will naturally attend the banquet. Please lead the way, everyone."
"Alright! Please follow us."
This guard troop composed of over ten Divine Immortals led the way in front, taking to the air altogether. Briefly after, they arrived before the pagoda that towered into the clouds. The entire pagoda was magnificent and grand, possessing a sky-supporting momentum.
Fang Han naturally followed behind and entered the pagoda. One floor, two floors… ten floors, a hundred floors… Inside the pagoda, there were tens of thousands of levels, with numerous parallel spaces. On the highest floor, countless powerful auras moved swiftly back and forth.
Under the guidance of these Divine Immortals, Fang Han arrived at the highest level of the pagoda. A vast hall suddenly appeared. Within the hall, thrones lined up, all seating experts who were drinking merrily.
They were all grand figures from thousands of sects in the Manggu Alliance, mighty powerhouses dominating their own territories.
The vast majority possessed the cultivation of a Profound Immortal!
Even if the God Realm was battling the Heavenly Realm in the secular world, Fang Han had never seen this many Profound Immortals gathered in one hall. It seemed that while the universe of the secular world was vast, compared to the Heavenly Realm, it really was just a frog at the bottom of a well.
When Fang Han walked in, many Profound Immortals instantly cast their gazes upon him, looking as though they wanted to see through everything about him.
However, Fang Han looked at the very center seat at the head, gazing at a young man surrounded like the moon among stars.