"I didn't expect to pass this way," Fang Han also couldn't believe it. Miss Fang Qingxue had merely asked a few questions and let him go, "But it's also somewhat expected. With my status and current strength, I'm nothing in front of the true disciples of Yu Hua Sect."

Indeed, Fang Han's current strength and status are insignificant in front of the true disciples of Yu Hua Sect. Even royal edicts hold no sway in Fang Qingxue's eyes. She doesn't need to dig deeper.

Of course, Fang Qingxue doesn't know that Fang Han possesses the "Nine Orifices Golden Pill" and the "Jiao Fu Huangquan Map". Otherwise, he would not be able to escape, even to the ends of the earth.

Fang Han relaxed and went back to sleep. This sleep was particularly stable, filled with a sense of hope. The hope in his heart was to see what the legendary Ten Sects of the Immortal Path, Yu Hua Sect, looked like.

In the following days, it was still just traveling. The Fang family's huge caravan of people and horses kept moving eastward, passing through Longyuan Province, Wuling Province, Huayang Province, Taigu Province, Jiuhu Province, and several other provinces, traveling thousands of miles. After a month, they finally arrived at the foot of a continuous mountain range.

"Ahead is Yu Hua Immortal Mountain, the foundation of our Yu Hua Sect," said Fang Qingxue.

Fang Han, mixed among the many servants, looked into the distance and saw endless high peaks in the continuous mountain range, straight as arrows, some peaks covered with flowers, with many palaces built on them.

Countless thousand-zhang waterfalls poured down from the peaks, like countless jade dragons. The sky was as blue as washed crystal, without a cloud in sight, the sun shone brightly, casting soft and bright sunlight, spotless.

On those hundreds of peaks, ancient pine trees were rooted, their branches and leaves showing the breath of antiquity.

What's more, in the deepest part of the peaks, in the misty clouds, there was a huge sky city, looming like a mirage. One would think they had come to the fairy world.

Fang Han was awestruck by such a heavenly palace-like scene. A shock from the heart arose spontaneously.

"Immortal path! Immortal path! This is the immortal path! It is indeed much better than the status of emperors, generals, and ministers in the Ten Sects of the Immortal Path. My wish since childhood was only to be a royal noble in the capital of the Dali Dynasty, holding power, but now it seems how ridiculous that wish is."

Fang Han laughed at his own shallow ignorance.

Just as the group arrived in front of Yu Hua Immortal Mountain, the cry of the cranes soared into the clouds, one after another.

In the eyes of the surprised onlookers, seven or eight white spots shuttled over from the distance, starting with the size of a fist, and when they arrived above the crowd, they had become cranes larger than a cow.

These cranes were all very divine, with bright red on the head, and when their two wings opened, they caused a storm. Especially the crane's claws, like steel hooks, could penetrate gold and iron.

What's more surprising is that each crane had a young Taoist in a feathered robe on its back.

When the cranes landed, the storm became more intense. The wings flicked, and the wind was like an arrow, overturning people and horses.

"Not good!"

Fang Han was leading Qianli Snow in front, and at this time, the cranes larger than a cow fell from the sky, and Qianli Snow was frightened! He let out a long whinny and ran out desperately.

"Hey!"

Fang Han rushed forward, his arm shook, trying to hold Qianli Snow tightly.

But in a moment, those cranes were also falling down, and it seemed that Fang Han and Qianli Snow were about to collide with the cranes.

"Hey! A mere mortal, coming to the fairy mountain, still rushing around, don't you want to live!"

A young Taoist on the crane saw such a situation, his eyes were horizontal, and he patted the head of the crane! Immediately, the huge crane's claws grabbed down. It grabbed Qianli Snow, this precious horse, fiercely!

At the same time, another young Taoist on the crane had a long black gold whip in his hand, which rolled towards Fang Han, as if to roll him up in the air.

Fang Han quickly shrank, rolled on the ground, and dodged the roll of the whip.

However, Qianli Snow was grabbed by the crane's claws on the horse's back, with several bloody holes, lying on the ground and struggling painfully.

Subsequently, these seven or eight young Taoists riding the white cranes really flew down, landed on the ground, first scanned the people present with their eyes, with a proud attitude, as if they were high gods looking at mortals, especially their cranes stood up, twice as high as people, like a huge object, adding more momentum.

"Why have you mortals come to Yu Hua Sect's fairy mountain? You, come here!"

The young Taoist who just didn't roll Fang Han with a whip had a slightly cold gaze, pointing at Fang Han with a whip.

"Are you the disciples who welcome guests under Senior Brother Jin? Does Senior Brother Jin teach you to welcome guests like this?" At this time, Fang Qingxue's voice came from a carriage behind.

Hearing Fang Qingxue's voice and seeing her come out of the carriage, the faces of these seven or eight young Taoists riding the cranes changed slightly, and then their tone became respectful, "It turned out to be the newly promoted true disciple, Senior Sister Fang. Senior Sister Fang, we are here to welcome you, but just now the servant you brought rushed around and broke the rules of the fairy mountain."

"Yes, Senior Sister Fang, Senior Brother Jin specifically instructed us to teach the servants you brought about some rules of the fairy mountain when we welcome you. After all, mortals come to the fairy mountain and should be very cautious not to violate any taboos."

Riding a crane to ascend to the sky—what kind of carefree and unrestrained life would that be? Yet Fang Han couldn't stand their condescending attitude, as if they were looking at an ant.

“These seven or eight young Taoists have an imposing manner similar to the Giant Spirit Hand, Fang Tong. They’re likely experts at the seventh or eighth layer of the Physical Body Realm, striving to break through to the Mystic Ability Secret Realm, aiming to be above all others.”

As Fang Han discreetly observed the young Taoists riding their cranes, he speculated about their cultivation levels.

“When did my people come under your discipline?” Fang Qingxue frowned, unsure if it was due to anger or irritation. “It seems Senior Brother Jin is unhappy with my promotion to a true disciple.”

“Since Senior Sister Fang doesn’t want us to welcome guests, we’ll take our leave. Senior Sister Fang can escort her people to the immortal mountain herself. We’ve fulfilled our duty.” The young Taoist who had pointed his whip at Fang Han saw Fang Qingxue's unfriendly expression. He signaled to the others, preparing to mount the crane and depart.

“Wait!”

Fang Qingxue coldly smiled and uttered two words.

“You came riding cranes, startling my people and injuring my horses. And now you think you can just leave?”

“Senior Sister Fang, do you expect us to compensate you? They’re mere mortals and horses,” one of the young Taoists retorted, though their expressions wavered.

“Whether mortal or not, they belong to me, Fang Qingxue. Injuring them is a challenge to me. In that case, there's nothing more to say. You will pay with your lives!”

Fang Qingxue stood up, her body rising into the air. The surrounding currents swirled, her white robes fluttering, and within a ten-foot radius, purple lightning crackled.

An aura of supremacy, allowing nothing to desecrate her, radiated from her body.

At that moment, Fang Han felt that Fang Qingxue was like a sharp sword, its tip exposed, ready to pierce the sky.

With a thumbs up!

A blade of Yin Thunder, shaped like a knife, swept across the heavens, engulfing the sun and moon. The powerful electric current tore through the void, annihilating everything in its path.

Sizzle!

On the spot, the young Taoist who had pointed the whip at Fang Han was struck by the "Purple Electricity Yin Thunder Saber." He let out a piercing scream as his body burst into flames.

The crane beneath him sensed the danger, flapping its wings in a frantic attempt to escape, but Fang Qingxue was relentless. With another gesture, a second blade of purple lightning struck, killing the crane and sending it plummeting from the sky.

In an instant, both man and crane were dead!

“Not good!”

The other disciples, shocked by Fang Qingxue's audacity to kill right in front of the Feathering Immortal Mountain, felt a surge of fear. They hurriedly urged their cranes to ascend.

“Fang Qingxue, you dare kill us? Aren’t you afraid of the sect’s rules? How will you explain this to Senior Brother Jin? How will you explain to Elder Tianxing?” one of the young Taoists shouted.

“A true disciple, appointed by the headmaster, holds the power of life and death. You insulted my dignity. If I don’t kill you, where is the dignity of a true disciple? Blame your Senior Brother Jin for sending you to establish my authority. In your next life, be more discerning!”

As Fang Qingxue spoke, her tone remained calm. She flicked her fingers seven times, sending seven streaks of electric light, like dragons and snakes, towards the remaining seven disciples and their cranes.

“Stop!”

Suddenly, from a distant mountain, a long howl echoed, and a green shadow soared into the sky. It was a young man dressed entirely in green, with strikingly handsome features and sword-like eyebrows, flying by controlling his qi. In an instant, he crossed dozens of miles and appeared in mid-air. With a press of his finger, seven green flames collided with Fang Qingxue’s lightning, and the two forces neutralized each other.

“Junior Sister Fang, let’s discuss this. Why resort to killing?”

The man, having saved the remaining disciples, hovered in the air and spoke sternly.

“Jin Shitai! Do you think your Green Flame Seven Cultivation Flames can stop me if I, Fang Qingxue, wish to kill?”

Fang Qingxue didn’t hesitate. The saber light in her hand shifted, purple lightning gathering and transforming. She attacked again from a distance, her feet hovering as she moved with lightning speed.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Jin Shitai didn’t anticipate Fang Qingxue’s determination. The green flames couldn’t block the attack, and the Purple Electricity Yin Thunder Saber pierced through.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With seven resounding blasts, the remaining disciples and their cranes were engulfed in flames and fell from the sky, leaving smoke billowing.

All were dead!

“You!”

Jin Shitai was furious.

“So what? Jin Shitai, though you are also a true disciple of the Feathering Immortal Sect, your cultivation is merely at the stage of refining false to true, transforming mana into true essence, and stepping into the second level of the Mystic Ability Realm,” Fang Qingxue said calmly, her expression untroubled. “If you’re dissatisfied with me, I’ll be waiting for you on the Tianxing Platform at any time.”

The first level of the Mystic Ability Secret Realm is the Mana Realm, where mana is formless. The second level, the Cultivation Realm, involves refining formless mana into a true form, hence the name. It means refining the false to attain the true and finding the "true self."

“Tianxing Platform!” Jin Shitai’s expression changed slightly at the mention of those words. It was the place where true disciples settled deep grudges and decided life and death.

On the Tianxing Platform, only one true disciple could survive.

He hadn’t expected Fang Qingxue to be so formidable!

“Hmph! I’ll report this to the elder in charge of sect rules!” Jin Shitai flicked his sleeves and left.

“Let’s go!”

After killing eight people and eight cranes, Fang Qingxue remained unshaken. She descended and returned to the carriage.

“This is true dominance, true power! Looking down on heaven and earth, treating all things as mere straw dogs! The true disciples of the Feathering Immortal Sect are indeed extraordinary! Today, I’ve witnessed Fang Qingxue’s might! Master Bai Haichan, killing this young lady may not be as easy as you think,” Fang Han thought, deeply shaken by Fang Qingxue's imposing demeanor. He realized that following Bai Haichan’s plan to kill her might be a far-off ambition.

Another young Taoist said.

"A mortal in every word, it is indeed the 'mortal' of the immortal sect."

These seven or eight young Taoists are obviously not as high in status as Fang Qingxue, and they have not cultivated to the realm of divine power. Otherwise, they would not ride cranes, but directly cross the void with the power of the law, and fly with the air.

But even so, Fang Han's heart was shocked again.