"The four inner sect disciples I sent are all very reliable people. They carry various hiding talismans on their bodies, so the possibility of being discovered is very small. And even if they were discovered, would that Fang Han dare to take action and harm them? Mutilating a fellow disciple is a heavy crime. Lightest penalty is abolishing one's martial arts, and heaviest is lifelong imprisonment. Perhaps Fang Han and the others went deep underground? Something went wrong with the paper cranes delivering messages. This matter isn't particularly urgent."
When Ye Nantian spoke to Fang Qingwei, he kept it light and understated, but in his heart, he was extremely vigilant, secretly calculating all kinds of situations that might occur.
But right at this moment, suddenly four paper cranes, fluttering and dancing, flew over from a distance, revolving up and down around him.
"There's news!" Ye Nantian was then overjoyed. He beckoned with his hand, and these paper cranes descended one after another. When unfolded, they were letter papers filled with text.
Fang Qingwei leant over to look, only to see closely packed text written all over them. They were all recounting the various events Fang Han encountered after entering the underground to cultivate. First, he met the Yaksha army and fled in a panic, and later he was pursued by the Asura Grand Commander… the series of encounters form a vivid narrative, flawlessly written.
"Haha, look at this, Fang Han is just like this. Having lost the Seven Fiends Gourd, sure enough, he doesn't have any special trump cards. In this Mountain and River Ranking tournament, what do you want me to do to him? Abolish his entire martial arts? Or sever his hands and feet?" Ye Nantian laughed loudly after finishing reading, feeling very comfortable.
"Normally, mutilating fellow disciples or harming their limbs incurs a very heavy punishment. Only during the Mountain and River Ranking tournament are injuries, disabilities, and death not prohibited during mutual martial arts duels." Fang Qingwei said coldly; she was also very familiar with the sect rules: "I don't want his life. It's just that I want you to abolish his martial arts, letting him continue to be a slave, that's all. I will let him know what it means to be better off dead than alive. A bold slave, using his slave status to bully his masters, lawless and out of control. When our Fang family deals with such slaves, we just directly steam them in a bamboo steamer."
"Alright! Let's go pay our respects to Senior Brother Wanluo."
The two ascended Wanluo Peak.
Although this Wanluo Peak was not as magnificent as Tiandu Peak, it was also majestic and towering. Stone steps like a grey dragon towered into the clouds, leading directly into the countless palaces at the mountaintop.
It was the beginning of winter, yellow leaves were drifting and falling, and scenes of late autumn were everywhere. However, the trees on this Wanluo Peak were lush and green. Mist and rosy clouds surged everywhere, flowing springs into waterfalls, immortal cranes flapping their wings, white deer carrying lingzhi fungus in their mouths, and apes holding longevity peaches. It was a scene of a blessed land of the immortal family.
"Rumor has it that on Wanluo Peak, every single spirit tree is watered with pills melted in water. Therefore, the spiritual qi is rich, and the vitality does not wither. Senior Brother Wanluo is truly generous."
Fang Qingwei looked at the trees standing tall and handsome, emitting a rich aura of vegetation, and couldn't help but say in surprise.
"That is of course. The spiritual pills that ordinary disciples dream of are just common medicinal ingredients for melting in water and watering flowers to Senior Brother Wanluo. But cultivating on Wanluo Peak is many times better than cultivating in other places." Ye Nantian expressed the wealth and boundless Dao arts of this true tradition disciple, Wanluo, in a single sentence.
Wanluo Peak towered into the clouds. An ordinary person would have to climb for several days and nights along the steps, tiring themselves to death before reaching the top of the mountain. But Ye Nantian and Fang Qingwei were both experts with high martial arts skills and robust stamina. Climbing the mountain didn't consume much of their strength. After two hours, they had already entered the cloud-shrouded peak of Wanluo Mountain.
A majestic palace appeared before their eyes.
Wanluo Palace!
This was the palace where one of the five great true tradition disciples, "South Wanluo", cultivated.
In front of Wanluo Palace was an enormous plaza, entirely paved with precious Aquamarine Stone, flat as a mirror and hard as iron. The aquamarine color, at a single glance, looked like the waves on the sea surface, with a fresh waft of water vapor hitting the face. It covered a full ten miles in circumference. Standing on the plaza, a person felt incomparably minuscule.
"This plaza was created by Senior Brother Wanluo using immense magical power to slice off the mountain peak. Then he drove spirits and ghosts, dispatching powerful demonic gods, to transport Aquamarine Stone from afar to pave it." Ye Nantian introduced.
"Truly boundless magical power. When will I also be able to reach this realm, driving heaven, earth, spirits, and ghosts, where an edict is issued, and myriad spirits follow like shadows." Fang Qingwei clenched her fists.
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Right at this moment, a burst of hoofbeats transmitted from the plaza, and the two looked over. They saw many inner sect and outer sect disciples standing in the center of the plaza, and these disciples were each leading a tall, majestic horse.
These tall, majestic horses were entirely a bright yellow color all over, with manes like gold. At a glance, they seemed forged from pure gold. The airstreams puffing from their mouths were fierce as dragons, making one wonder if they were of dragon breed.
"These are the Black Yellow Horses of the Great Xuan Empire, under the jurisdiction of the Taiyi School! It is Senior Brother Cang testing his magic power." Ye Nantian took one look and immediately said.
Fang Qingwei fixed her eyes and saw those outer sect disciples and inner sect disciples leading seventy to eighty of these "Black Yellow Horses". Everyone was riding on horseback, and suddenly they let out a fierce shout, cracking their whips and spurring the horses.
Rumble!
These seventy to eighty Black Yellow Horses violently galloped forward. Wherever the iron cavalry stepped, the ground shook, rolling like thunder; the impact force was unparalleled.
However, right at this moment, a tall young Daoist priest looked at these galloping Black Yellow Horses. He spread his five fingers and grabbed at empty space!
Swish! Swish!
A massive airstream, like invisible ropes, actually pulled these seventy to eighty wildly galloping Black Yellow Horses back all at once! No matter how these horses galloped crazily or neighed loudly, they were deadlocked by the magic power! They couldn't advance half a step!
Fall! Following a loud shout from him, these seventy to eighty Black Yellow Horses were abruptly pulled over. Men toppled and horses flipped!
Grabbing at empty air! Seizing eighty wildly galloping great horses! This Daoist priest's magic power was truly robust!
These Black Yellow Horses were the horses of the world's largest empire, the Great Xuan Empire. The Great Xuan Empire had a population of over ten billion and revered the Taiyi School. Many empires in the world vaguely took the laws, currency, and weights and measures of this empire as the standard. The coins of the Great Xuan Empire were in universal use throughout the world.
And these Black Yellow Horses could travel three thousand miles a day. When heavy cavalry charged, they could even collapse city walls.
In any dynasty, when the cruel punishment of having five horses pull the body apart was carried out, these Black Yellow Horses were used as the standard.
At the same time, experts in the Mystic Realm of Divine Power also used grabbing at empty air to seize galloping horses to test the degree of robustness of their magic power.
"My current strength, my physical body's toughness, can at most only withstand the pulling force of thirteen horses galloping wildly. This Senior Brother Cang is someone who was promoted to a true tradition disciple on the Mountain and River Ranking the year before last. After cultivating in seclusion for two years to enhance his magic power, he is also now at the first level of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, yet he can actually use magic power to capture exactly eighty-one fierce Black Yellow Horses. So much stronger than me! The Mystic Realm of Divine Power is truly too formidable!"
Ye Nantian's mind swayed, feeling even more desire for the Mystic Realm of Divine Power.
Once stepping into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, the increase in strength was definitely not as simple as multiplying.
"Hm? Junior Brother Ye has arrived? Senior Brother Wanluo is waiting for you in the alchemy room." The Daoist priest, after pulling down the eighty-one galloping Black Yellow Horses with one grab, still felt unsatisfied. Turning around, he saw Ye Nantian and Fang Qingwei.
"Senior Brother Cang's magic power is boundless." Ye Nantian hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Cang has established his own peak; why come to Wanluo Peak today?"
"This meager amount of magic power, how is it worth mentioning? Senior Brother Wanluo could flick down a hundred of me with one finger. Today I came here to Senior Brother Wanluo to ask for some pills to enhance magic power. I am about to condense true qi and step into the second level of the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, the Truth Cultivation Realm. The more vigorous the magic power, the better. It was these disciples who wanted to see how vigorous my magic power was. Thus, they brought out these Black Yellow Horses. And had me snatch them from empty air." Senior Brother Cang turned his gaze towards Fang Qingwei: "You are Senior Sister Qingxue's younger sister? I heard that Senior Sister Qingxue went to the Little Immortal World to cultivate. Later on, when she comes out, I'll still have to wait for her guidance."
"Senior Brother Cang, I will tell my older sister." Fang Qingwei hurriedly said; she naturally knew what she should say at this time.
"Alright, you guys go in."
Ye Nantian and Fang Qingwei entered the Wanluo Palace…
In the Inner Immortal Courtyard, within his own alchemy room, Fang Han was operating his magic power! Waves of majestic magic power revolved around his body, driving the airstream to form invisible dragons and tigers, galloping and roaring. The power was immense, making the four inner sect disciples watch with their hearts trembling in fear.
Even though these four inner sect disciples each had the godly strength to hold back seven or eight galloping horses, Fang Han would just extinguish one with a flick of his finger in front of them.
"Not bad, not bad. Your ability to fabricate lies is very good. Just continue to deceive that Ye Nantian like this, go out." Fang Han stopped operating his magic power and waved his hand.
"Yes, Senior Brother Fang! We will pass on news of Ye Nantian to Senior Brother in a timely manner. Right now, he and Fang Qingwei have gone to Wanluo Peak." These four inner sect disciples hurriedly concealed their figures and quietly went out.
"Yan! I really want to test how vigorous my magic power is right now. How many horses can I restrain?" Fang Han said.
"You have cultivated the Yama Golden Body, so your magic power is thick. Compared to experts who have ordinarily stepped into the Mystic Realm of Divine Power, it is much thicker. You are roughly able to capture more than ninety of the Great Xuan Empire's fierce Black Yellow Horses."
Yan considered for a moment: "I just inspected that Star Dipper Mana Gathering Pill; there is actually nothing wrong with it, you can take it with peace of mind. This is a holy medicine of the Myriad Stars Sect. After taking it, it can elevate your magic power to the point of possessing the strength of a hundred horses! There are still two months until the Mountain and River Ranking tournament. You should condense and condense your magic power again; the more vigorous, the better. Lest you capsize your boat in a miserable gutter."
"I will not take things lightly. The few people on the Mountain and River Ranking are not ordinary figures; they possess formidable magical treasures, maybe even Treasure Artifacts! Ye Nantian going to Wanluo Peak is likely just to borrow magical treasures…"
Fang Han sneered in his heart. After returning from the underground, he had been cultivating in seclusion, operating his magic power, striving to thicken and enhance the magic power in his body, laying down a solid foundation for himself.
"How strong is Hua Tiandu's magic power?"
He suddenly asked Yan.
"Immeasurable. It fundamentally cannot be measured using the strength of Black Yellow Horses anymore. This person can move mountains and fill seas, and the Panwu Great Power Magic is known for dominating with vigorous magic power. If one were forced to calculate, it's probably several thousand times yours, or even over tens of thousands of times! Experts of the Mystic Realm of Longevity can even snatch empty the water of a great river in an instant. Take the Dragon Abyss River as an example; the Netherworld Emperor could instantly make this ten-thousand-mile-long river devoid of a single drop of water, moving all the water to another place. This kind of magic power is not something humans can imagine." Yan seemed afraid of dealing a blow to Fang Han's self-confidence, "However, when two people duel with magic, although vigorous magic power plays a large factor, it is not everything. Cultivation in the Mystic Realm of Divine Power is many times more difficult than in the Physical Realm. Every layer of advancement requires paying a huge price. Don't look at how fast Fang Qingxue cultivated; she obtained an enormous miraculous encounter. She holds a huge secret on her body!"
"Is it really that strong?"
Fang Han knew that for the matters he needed to accomplish, he still had a heavy burden and a long road ahead.