"I didn't expect to pass just like this…" Fang Han also did not expect that the First Miss Fang Qingxue would just ask a few sentences and let him go, "But this is also somewhat within expectations. With my status, and my current strength, there is no need for Fang Qingxue to ask me this and that."
Indeed, whether it was strength or status right now, Fang Han was nothing in front of a true legacy disciple of the Yuhua Sect.
Even princes, nobles, and imperial edicts were worth nothing in Fang Qingxue's eyes.
Fang Qingxue had no need to get to the bottom of things.
Of course, Fang Qingxue did not know that Fang Han had the "Nine Orifices Golden Pill" and the "Jiao Submerging in the Yellow Spring Scroll" on him, otherwise, even at the ends of the earth, it would be difficult to escape.
Relaxing his mind, Fang Han went back to sleep.
This sleep, he slept exceptionally soundly, still harboring hope.
The hope in his heart was to witness exactly what the legendary top ten immortal sects, the Yuhua Sect, looked like.
In the following days, apart from hurrying on the road, it was still hurrying on the road. The Fang family's massive procession of carriages, men, and horses continuously moved towards the east, passing through Longyuan Province, Wuling Province, Huayang Province, Taigu Province, Jiuhu Province, and several other large provinces. Trekking thousands of miles, a month later, they finally arrived at the foot of a continuous mountain range.
"Ahead is the Yuhua Immortal Mountain, the foundation where my Yuhua Sect lies," Fang Qingxue said.
Mingled among the numerous servants, Fang Han looked over with a glance. Only to see that in the endless distance, within the continuous mountain range, there were heaven-piercing peaks everywhere, straight as arrows. Some mountain peaks were covered with blooming flowers, with exactly numerous palaces built upon them.
Countless thousand-foot waterfalls cascaded down from the mountain peaks, like an infinite number of jade dragons.
The sky was azure like a washed blue crystal, forever without a trace of dark clouds. The vibrant sun shone high, casting down soft and bright sunlight, spotless and pure.
On those hundreds and thousands of mountain peaks, pine trees had entwined roots, their branches and leaves sprawling, revealing an aura of primeval antiquity.
Even deeper within the mountain peaks, amidst the misty clouds, there faintly seemed to be a massive sky city, floating like a mirage. It made people think they had arrived in the immortal realm.
Looking from afar, Fang Han was shocked into a daze by this heavenly palace-like scenic wonder.
A wave of shock naturally arose from the bottom of his heart.
"The immortal path! The immortal path! This is the immortal path! Indeed, the top ten immortal sects are far better than any imperial or ministerial household. My wish since childhood was just to be a prince or noble in the Dali Dynasty's capital Lijing, holding authority in hand, but looking at it now, how laughable that wish was."
Fang Han laughed at his own shallow ignorance.
Just as the group of men and horses arrived in front of the Yuhua Immortal Mountain.
The long cries of immortal cranes pierced straight into the clouds, rising and falling in succession.
Under the astonished gazes of the group, seven or eight white dots in the distance shuttled over like arrows. At first, they were only the size of a fist, but by the time they reached the sky above the crowd, they had surprisingly turned into immortal cranes with body sizes larger than bulls.
These immortal cranes were all exceptionally divine, with bright red heads. Spreading their two wings, they set off clusters of violent winds. Especially the immortal cranes' two claws, like steel hooks, could pierce through gold and iron.
What was even more surprising was that on the backs of these immortal cranes sat young Daoists wearing feather garments.
As the immortal cranes descended, the storm became even more violent. Between the flapping of the wings, the strong wind was like arrows, turning people on their backs and upending horses.
"Not good!"
Fang Han was originally leading Thousand Li Snow at the front. At this time, with immortal cranes larger than bulls descending from the sky, Thousand Li Snow was instantly frightened! Emitting a long hiss, it ran furiously outward without regard for its life.
"Hah!"
Fang Han sprinted forward, his arm jolting, wanting to rigidly pull Thousand Li Snow back.
But right in this instant, those few immortal cranes were also about to land. Seeing that Fang Han and the warhorse Thousand Li Snow were about to crash onto the immortal cranes.
"Hah! Little mortal, coming to the immortal mountain, yet still rampaging and crashing about, do you not want your life!"
A young Daoist on an immortal crane saw this situation, his gaze turning harsh, and he slapped the immortal crane's head! Instantly, the massive immortal crane's two claws grabbed downwards. It fiercely seized this precious horse, Thousand Li Snow!
At the same time, the young Daoist on another immortal crane had a long dark golden whip appear in his hand, curling it towards Fang Han, seeming to want to sweep him up into the air.
Fang Han quickly shrank his body, rolling on the ground, dodging the sweeping of the whip.
However, that Thousand Li Snow had several bloody holes grabbed into its horse back by the immortal crane's claws, falling to the ground struggling in pain.
Subsequently, these seven or eight young Daoists riding white cranes truly flew down, landing on the ground. First, they swept their eyes over the crowd present, their demeanor arrogant, as if lofty idols looking at mortals. Especially as their immortal cranes stood up, being a full two times taller than a person, like colossal monsters, it further added to their imposing might.
"You bunch of mortals, why have you come to the Yuhua Sect's immortal mountain? You, come over here to me!"
The young Daoist who had surprisingly failed to sweep Fang Han up with a whip just now pointed his whip at Fang Han, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"Are you the welcoming disciples under Senior Brother Jin? Did Senior Brother Jin teach you to welcome guests like this?" Just at this time, Fang Qingxue's voice transmitted from a carriage at the back.
Hearing Fang Qingxue's voice and seeing her walk out from the carriage, the faces of these seven or eight crane-riding young Daoists changed slightly, and then their tone became respectful, "So it is Senior Sister Fang, the newly promoted true legacy disciple. Senior Sister Fang, we are here precisely to welcome you, but the domestic slave you brought just now crashed about, destroying the rules of the immortal mountain."
"Yes, Senior Sister Fang. Senior Brother Jin specifically instructed us that when welcoming you, we should specifically teach a few rules of the immortal mountain to the servants Senior Sister brought. After all, when mortals come to the immortal mountain, they must pay great attention, lest they offend some taboos."
Another young Daoist said.
"Opening your mouths with a 'mortal' every time, indeed worthy of the immortal sects…" Fang Han thought to himself.
These seven or eight young Daoists clearly had a lower status than Fang Qingxue, and had not cultivated to the Secret Realm of Divine Abilities, otherwise, they would not be riding cranes, but directly crossing the void using magical power, flying by riding qi.
But even so, in his heart, he was once again shocked.
Riding cranes ascending to heaven, what kind of carefree freedom was this?
However, Fang Han despised their overarching, high and mighty demeanor, looking at him as if looking at an ant.
"Mm, the imposing aura on these seven or eight young Daoists is about the same as Giant Spirit Hand Fang Tong, perhaps they are experts at the seventh or eighth realm of the Physical Body Realm, struggling to charge at the Secret Realm of Divine Abilities, so as to stand above ten thousand people."
Secretly looking at these seven or eight crane-riding young Daoists, observing their imposing aura, Fang Han also guessed their cultivation in his heart.
"Since when is it your turn to teach my people?" Fang Qingxue frowned slightly, unsure if she was angry or found it bothersome, "It seems Senior Brother Jin is very dissatisfied with my promotion to a true legacy disciple!"
"Since Senior Sister Fang does not want us to welcome the guests, then let us go. Senior Sister Fang can lead people into the immortal mountain herself. We have already fulfilled our duty of welcoming guests." The young Daoist who had just pointed the whip at Fang Han saw Fang Qingxue's unfriendly expression and immediately gave a look to the others, preparing to straddle the immortal cranes and fly away.
"Hold on!"
Fang Qingxue sneered coldly, spitting out two words.
"You ride your cranes like this, arriving suddenly, frightening my people, injuring my horse, and you think you can just walk away like this?"
"What, Senior Sister Fang, do you still want us to pay compensation? Merely a mortal, merely a mortal horse." The faces of the several young Daoists also changed slightly.
"Whether a mortal person or a mortal horse, they are all the property of me, Fang Qingxue. You injuring them is challenging me. Since that is the case, I, Fang Qingxue, have nothing left to say. Fill the gap with your lives!"
Fang Qingxue stood up, her body going swish, suspending in the air. The air currents around her whole body rotated, her white clothes fluttering. Three zhang around her body, purple lightning gleams dispersed and moved with crackling sounds.
An aura of disregarding the heavens and earth, not allowing any desecration of myriad things, transmitted from her body.
At this moment, Fang Han felt that Fang Qingxue was like an unsheathed precious sword, standing straight up, wanting to pierce even a hole in the heavens.
Flicking her thumb!
A blade gleam of yin thunder swept across the sky, swallowing and spitting out heaven and earth, intensely shaking the sun and moon. The powerful electrical current pierced through the void, cutting down and killing everything.
Sizzle!
On the spot, the young Daoist holding the whip pointing at Fang Han was struck by the "Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade", letting out a miserable shriek, his whole body bursting into flames right there.
The immortal crane beneath him sensed danger and swish, vibrated its wings to fly up. However, Fang Qingxue still did not let go. Pressing down again, another Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade gleam bombarded over, abruptly striking this immortal crane dead, making it fall from the sky.
One person, one crane, killed in an instant!
"Not good!"
The other disciples also did not expect that Fang Qingxue would actually dare to make a move to kill people. Killing people right in front of the Yuhua Immortal Mountain, killing their own people, they all felt it was extremely dangerous, horizontally riding their cranes soaring up.
"Fang Qingxue, you dare to kill us, have you no fear of the sect rules! How will you account to Senior Brother Jin? How will you account to the Heavenly Punishment Elder!" A young Daoist roared madly.
"True legacy disciples are personally decided by the Headmaster, possessing the power of life and death. You offended my majesty; if I do not kill you, where is the majesty of a true legacy disciple? If you want to blame someone, blame your Senior Brother Jin for sending you out to let me establish my might. In your next reincarnation, keep your eyes a bit brighter!"
While speaking, Fang Qingxue's tone remained faint. She flicked her fingers seven times again, seven lightning gleams, like dragons, like snakes, swept aggressively across the scene, once again cutting down towards the remaining seven people and seven cranes.
"Stop!"
Right at this moment, suddenly, deep in the distant mountains, a long cry accompanied by a jade-green shadow shot up into the sky. This jade-green shadow was an extremely handsome young man entirely in jade-green clothes, his eyebrows like swords. Flying by riding qi, his speed was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had flown across dozens of miles in mid-air. Hovering mid-air, he also pressed a finger down, shooting seven terrifying jade-green flames! They smashed against Fang Qingxue's lightning gleams. In an instant, the two collided, disappearing into formlessness!
"Junior Sister Fang, if there is a matter we can discuss it properly, why lay down killing hands!"
This man suddenly rescued the remaining seven people, suspended in the air, speaking chillingly.
"Jin Shitai! If I, Fang Qingxue, want to kill people, can your Jade Flame Seven Cultivations Gleam stop me?"
Fang Qingxue did not stop moving in the slightest. The blade gleams in her hands transformed, purple lightning gathering like clouds in thousands of variations, bombarding across the air once again. At the same time, her feet suspended in the air, stepping in obscure footwork. With the suddenness of a thunderbolt leaving no time to cover one's ears, she broke and consecutively killed again.
Pfft pfft pfft!
This man named Jin Shitai also did not expect Fang Qingxue's determination to be so powerful. The Jade Flame was actually too late to obstruct, allowing the Purple Lightning Yin Thunder Blade to shuttle through and pierce.
"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
Seven sounds rang out, and the seven young Daoists along with their cranes were completely struck by the electrical current, exploding into a ball of flames in the sky, falling down amidst billows of smoke.
All dead!
"You!"
Jin Shitai was enraged.
"What, Jin Shitai? Although you are also a true legacy disciple of my Yuhua Sect, seeing your cultivation just now, you only refined the false into the true, converting magical power into true origin, merely having stepped into the Truth Cultivation Realm of the second realm of divine abilities." Fang Qingxue was calm as water, her demeanor leisurely: "If you are dissatisfied with me, at the Yuhua Palace, on the Heavenly Punishment Platform, I will wait for you anytime."
The first realm of the Secret Realm of Divine Abilities, the Magical Power Realm, magical power is formless. To refine the formless magical power to produce true form is the second level, Truth Cultivation Realm. So it is called the Truth Cultivation Realm. The so-called borrowing the false to cultivate the true, refining the false into the true, obtaining the "truth" and "true self", is exactly this meaning.
"Heavenly Punishment Platform!" Hearing these three words, Jin Shitai's face changed slightly. This was the place for true legacy disciples to fight a life and death battle due to deep-seated grudges.
Upon getting onto the Heavenly Punishment Platform, among any true legacy disciples, only one could survive.
He never expected Fang Qingxue to actually be this dominant!
"Hmph! I will report this matter to the elder in charge of enforcing sect rules!" Jin Shitai swept his sleeves and left.
"Let's go!"
Having killed eight people and eight cranes, Fang Qingxue had no fluctuations at all. She descended and returned into the carriage.
"What is called domineering, what is called tyrannical! This is exactly it! Disregarding the heavens and earth, viewing all things as mustard grass! The true legacy disciples of the Yuhua Sect are indeed extraordinary! This time, I have finally witnessed the formidable aspects of Fang Qingxue! Master Bai Haichan, I am afraid the First Miss is not that easy to kill."
Witnessing this scene, Fang Han was deeply shocked by Fang Qingxue's temperament. He pondered in his heart that trying to kill this First Miss in the future according to Bai Haichan's will might be a distant and indefinite prospect.
"One day, I will also have this kind of tyrannical, overarching domineering might that looks down on heaven and earth!"