The young man amidst the numerous Profound Immortals wore a Daoist robe embroidered with a crane. The pure white crane appeared as if it were spreading its wings, ready to fly directly up into the ninth heaven unfettered. An intent reaching through the clouds burst forth into the space, highlighting this young man as a dragon and phoenix among men, a peerless heaven's pride.
Moreover, Fang Han actually could not see through the cultivation base of this young man.
The aura emanating from him was like a hidden dragon in the abyss, or a massive sea Kun hiding in the Northern Ocean.
However, he lacked the imposing might of a grand figure of the Heavenly Realm, or someone like the son of Disaster Heavenly Lord. He was clearly possessing a Profound Immortal's cultivation and could not have cultivated into a Golden Immortal. Fang Han thought secretly in his heart.
When he looked at the young man, the other party also looked toward him.
Swish!
His gaze was like a torch, and a faint stream of golden light was roaming within it. This was not ordinary golden light, but something containing the wondrous applications of the Great Luo. Clearly, this young man had actually begun to comprehend the Great Luo.
"Could he be a half-step Golden Immortal mighty figure!"
Fang Han was shocked internally. Revolving the Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures, he elevated his own potential to the maximum. In addition, his Golden Immortal laws were deeply hidden.
Golden Immortal laws were the treasures of heaven and earth, something countless people dreamed of obtaining. They were exceedingly rare occurrences in the Heavenly Realm. Who could possibly go out and plunder the laws of a Golden Immortal? That was like provoking the Grim Reaper, a definite death wish.
A half-step Golden Immortal mighty figure was a supreme existence that had initially comprehended the Great Luo laws but had not thoroughly solidified into a Golden Immortal, far surpassing a Profound Immortal.
To this kind of person, Golden Immortal laws were extraordinarily precious. If they could obtain just a little, it would allow them to take that crucial step forward to reach the Golden Immortal realm.
If they knew that he possessed Golden Immortal laws within him, Fang Han did not doubt that everyone here would seek to obliterate him.
However, the old Daoist Xuanzhen knew a little about the situation, but Fang Han was not afraid he would leak it, because Fang Han had left behind some methods within old Daoist Xuanzhen's kingdom to constantly monitor him. As soon as the other party showed the slightest irregular movement, he would immediately tear through the void to kill him.
Even though he had not recovered his full strength now, slaying an ordinary Profound Immortal was as easy as turning his hand.
Regardless, as long as he refined the Ultimate Ancient Holy Spirit Pill, he could not only fully completely recover all his injuries, but also use the pill's medicine to refine the Golden Immortal laws, achieving the cultivation of a half-step Golden Immortal without any issue. At that time, he could once again start considering upgrading all the Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures into medium-grade immortal artifacts.
The Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures were all currently low-grade immortal artifacts. Some deeper mysteries had yet to be fully unleashed. The power of a medium-grade immortal artifact was multiplied countless times above a low-grade immortal artifact. The only two medium-grade immortal artifacts Fang Han had seen so far were, first, the Gate of the Profound牝, and second, the Boat of the Far Shore of the Divine Province Sect.
"Cultivator, this is our Young Master Shang."
A Divine Immortal leading Fang Han said, seeming to require Fang Han to bow down in greeting.
"Step down!"
That "Young Master Shang" waved his hand, and the ten-plus Divine Immortal guards immediately retreated. Young Master Shang's eyes flickered with a peculiar gleam. Using a voice filled with an magnetic quality, he said: "Fellow Daoist, I am Shang Ziluo, from the Yuhua Sect. Currently acting as the patrol envoy for the Quanzhou province in the Heavenly Court. How may I address you, fellow Daoist? Which sect are you affiliated with?"
"I am currently the Supreme Elder of the Profound Heavy Sect," Fang Han replied casually, following with a question: "I wonder what important matter Young Master Shang called me to attend this banquet for?"
"Since when did the Profound Heavy Sect produce a Supreme Elder at the Profound Immortal realm?" A grim-faced middle-aged man, who was also clearly a giant figure over a domain with Profound Immortal cultivation, spoke up. Complete energy coiled around his body. With one hand holding a wine cup and the other caressing his throne: "Young Master Shang asked you to attend this banquet because he wishes to recruit you as a subordinate. He has become the patrol envoy of the Heavenly Realm in Quanzhou, wielding enormous power. Our Mount Mang is also a spirit vein mountain peak for cultivating the Dao in Quanzhou, falling under his jurisdiction."
The division of the Heavenly Realm was categorized by provinces, containing countless massive provinces. Each major province was considerably larger than the great worlds in the secular realm, entirely beyond calculation. Furthermore, the Heavenly Realm had an unknown number of provinces up to this day; numbering them in the millions of billions was not even sufficient to describe it. Other than those massive provinces, there were endless oceans of the Heavenly Realm, deserts of the Heavenly Realm, various dangerous locations, and distant kingdoms. An eternal vast emptiness that even a Heavenly Lord spending their entire life traversing could not fully explore.
Even the Heavenly Court's power did not span across all these major provinces.
"Senior, this person is Meng Haiting, the Sect Master of the Zhengyue Sect. The Heavenly Immortal Meng Zhixiao who blocked us at the city gates earlier belongs to this sect, and is one of his juniors," Chen Yan quietly whispered to Fang Han.
"Zhengyue Sect, is it…" Fang Han sneered repeatedly in his heart.
"Someone from the Profound Heavy Sect? Actually produced a Profound Immortal? Hmph! How was it cultivated? Do you know that the Primal Qi needed to advance from a Divine Immortal to a Profound Immortal is incalculable? The tiny spirit vein of the Profound Heavy Sect wouldn't even be enough for half a Profound Immortal advancement entirely drained."
"A very long time ago, the Profound Heavy Sect produced an old Daoist Xuanzhen, but he seems to have perished."
At the banquet, many Profound Immortals, sect masters, and Supreme Elders possessed very unfriendly expressions toward Fang Han.
Within a minor region like Mount Mang, containing thousands of sects, the internal struggles were incredibly fierce. Every year, minor sects were destroyed, and their spirit vein resources plundered clean. Unless there was a Profound Immortal suppressing the core, a minor sect could absolutely not hold onto a spirit vein.
Now, a Profound Immortal appearing in the Profound Heavy Sect blocked the peeping intentions of many. These cultivators naturally had no good expressions toward Fang Han, and some even held murderous intent against him.
Some highly qualified Profound Immortals of profound skill levels entirely failed to mask their naked killing intent toward Fang Han.
"I have only just become the stationed patrol envoy of the Heavenly Court in Quanzhou. Lacking sufficient forces, I require the immense support of the major sects. Arriving at Mount Mang this time is also for this purpose. Recruiting a multitude of talents, I wonder what your thoughts are, fellow Daoist?" as Shang Ziluo spoke, he maintained an appearance of gentle elegance. A peerless sense of noble grace accompanied him. A proud son of heaven, modest as jade, giving off an impression as deep as the ocean and vast as the sky.
As Fang Han was deep in contemplation, his divine sense suddenly surged, transmitting a wave of willpower from the other party: "Cultivator, I already know that you require the Holy Spirit Blood, and I also know you defeated Poison-Hand Medicine King Ji Feng using your poison arts. I am exactly in need of talents like you by my side. If you follow me, how about I grant the Holy Spirit Blood to you as a reward?"
"Oh?"
This Shang Ziluo's magic power was actually capable of permeating Fang Han's mind silently to deliver his will, causing Fang Han to become even more vigilant.
"Can you truly give me the Holy Spirit Blood?" Fang Han was half-believing and half-doubting. He continuously sneered internally. As long as he acquired the Holy Spirit Blood and crafted the final pill to restore his power, compromising momentarily to play the role of Shang Ziluo's subordinate would be harmless.
His intent fluctuated obscurely. Deep in the internal universe of his body, the Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures' Heaven-Mending Furnace and the Eight Legions Furnace were connected together. All materials had dissolved inside them, brewing away. Waiting only for the Holy Spirit Blood to thoroughly merge inside, Fang Han would infuse Golden Immortal laws, smelting the "Ultimate Ancient Holy Spirit Pill", fully restoring his strength, and taking another step forward.
"Although the Holy Spirit Blood is rare, I, Shang Ziluo, do not covet it either." Shang Ziluo forced a slight smile: "If you truly follow me and sign an ancient contract with me via the Grand Oath Technique, I will hand you the Holy Spirit Blood immediately. I can tell that you are deeply in need of the Holy Spirit Blood."
"The Grand Oath Technique? An ancient contract? Are you saying I have to act as your slave for a lifetime?" Fang Han's expression chilled.
"Not precisely either. As long as you follow me, I will absolutely not make you do anything violating your dignity. Also, any life-threatening commands that come your way, you may refuse to comply, how's that? Furthermore, the contract is only for three thousand Heavenly Realm years. I am doing this considering your astonishing mastery of poison arts. It would be an immense pity if you aren't put to use under me. Otherwise…"
Shang Ziluo did not finish the rest of his words, purposely releasing a faint burst of suppression pressure instead.
Fang Han's internal universe instantly projected a series of tremors, looking ready to collapse. He pretended to have an abrupt change of face, taking a step backward and deliberately revealing an expression of utter shock.
Seeing Fang Han take a step back, emit muffled grunts, and showcase shock across his face, Shang Ziluo nodded happily, knowing that his magic power was adequate enough to make the other party feel completely threatened.
"Young Master sits above, please accept this one’s bow!" Fang Han's expression went between dark and light, seemingly experiencing fierce internal conflict, before abruptly bowing down as though actually agreeing to this Shang Ziluo's demands.
"Good, very good!" Seeing Fang Han submit softly, Shang Ziluo was extraordinarily delighted. "Since you are willing to acknowledge me as Young Master, then sign this ancient contract."
As he spoke, countless rays of runic light condensed on Shang Ziluo's palm, forming a page of a contract. At the same time, a divine ability flashed upon it; it was the unpredictable Grand Oath Technique, originating from the Three Thousand Great Daos.
"Use an extraction of your own fresh blood to sign the contract. The contract includes a variety of clauses; read them over first," Shang Ziluo said.
Fang Han closely examined a few clauses on the contract, nodded sequentially, and unleashed a burst of fresh blood from his finger, directly permeating onto the Grand Oath Technique, finally merging together with that page of contract entirely.
Boom!
Right when his fresh blood seeped onto that contract, amid the obscure voids of the Heavenly Realm, a wave of distinct rules suddenly descended onto his body. Fang Han instantly felt as if constrained by the contract. The moment he violated the contract, he would encounter terrifying punishment.
"This ancient contract, the Grand Oath Technique, actually relies on Heavenly Realm rules as a basis. It truly is powerful. However, my Thirty-Three Heavens Ultimate Treasures are precisely the absolute bane of Heavenly Realm rules! As long as I operate my arts to thrust it, I can thoroughly shatter this contractual power into pieces!" Fang Han calculated within his heart and felt entirely assured, although he respectfully voiced over the surface: "Young Master, I have successfully signed the contract. Can you honor the promise and grant me the Holy Spirit Blood?"
"How bold!" Just at this moment, the middle-aged man who was playing with the wine cup loudly scolded: "You only just submitted to Young Master Shang. Harboring absolutely no recorded accomplishment at all, you already dare to demand a reward, possessing truly no sense of shame! Retreat immediately and stand at the side. Do not disturb the Young Master's mood for drinking."
A series of killing intents brewed within Fang Han's heart. He sneered internally, but with an unwavering expression, merely gazed at Shang Ziluo.
Following the contract signing, Shang Ziluo's face appeared to have swapped out. Immensely majestic, fully entering the role of a master: "Sect Master Zhengyue has spoken correctly. You have just given your allegiance to me, without establishing any accomplishments yet transferring an item as incredibly precious as the Holy Spirit Blood down to you would severely make uniting men's hearts difficult."
The underlying meaning was that this Shang Ziluo actually did not intend to hand over the Holy Spirit Blood.