Fang Han, who possessed the ten essential health-preserving skills, was undoubtedly chosen.
Although he had concealed his cultivation level very well, Fang Qingxue was already at the tenth level of the Divine Power Realm. With just a glance, she could see through his background completely.
His cultivation at the tenth level of health preservation is comparable to that of the Fang family head.
Although Fang Qingxue didn't know how Fang Han cultivated, she didn't care and wouldn't let him stay in the Fang family.
So, seven days later, after traveling for a full month, the group of several hundred people finally arrived at the Feathered Gate.
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Chapter 9 Assignment
"Ahead lies the Immortal Ascension Mountain, the very foundation of my Ascension Sect."
Standing at the foot of a majestic mountain, Fang Qingxue said.
Fang Han was among a large group of servants. Looking out, he saw endless mountains with towering peaks that seemed to pierce the sky, straight as arrows. Some of these peaks were covered with flowers and had many palaces built on them.
Countless waterfalls, some thousands of feet high, cascade down from the mountain peaks, resembling countless jade dragons.
The sky is a deep, clear blue, like a blue crystal, without a single cloud. The sun shines brightly, its soft, bright rays illuminating the pristine landscape.
On those hundreds and thousands of mountain peaks, pine trees with gnarled roots and twisted branches exude an ancient aura.
Deeper still, amidst the misty clouds at the very heart of the mountain, a colossal sky city floats faintly, like a mirage, making one feel as if they have arrived in a celestial realm.
Fang Han was stunned by the breathtaking scene that resembled a heavenly palace.
A profound sense of awe welled up within me.
"As expected of one of the world's top ten sects, it truly lives up to its reputation. With the sect's protection, I will be able to go much further!"
Fang Han felt a surge of heroic spirit.
Just as the group arrived at the foot of the Feathered Immortal Mountain.
The long cries of the cranes soared into the sky, rising and falling in waves.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the group, seven or eight white dots darted across the distance like arrows. At first, they were only the size of a fist, but by the time they reached the sky above them, they had transformed into cranes larger than oxen.
These cranes were all exceptionally magnificent, with bright red heads and wings spread wide, creating gusts of wind. In particular, their claws were like steel hooks, capable of piercing through metal.
What's even more surprising is that each of these cranes has a young Taoist priest dressed in feathered robes sitting on its back.
As the crane landed, the storm intensified; with a flick of its wings, the wind blew like arrows, causing people and horses to stumble and fall.
"not good!"
Fang Han was leading Qianlixue by the hand when a crane larger than an ox descended from the sky. Qianlixue was startled and let out a long cry, trying to run away.
"Stop right there!"
Fang Han's arm jerked, and he grabbed Qianli Xue tightly.
However, in that instant, the cranes were about to land as well, and it looked as if Fang Han and his Thousand Mile Snow warhorse were about to crash into them.
"Hey! You mere mortal, coming to a sacred mountain and acting recklessly, are you out of your mind!"
A young Taoist priest on the crane saw this and, with a glare, slapped the crane on the head!
Suddenly, the enormous crane swung its claws downwards and grabbed Qianlixue's precious horse tightly!
At the same time, the young Taoist on the other crane produced a long, dark gold whip, which he lashed out at Fang Han, seemingly lifting him into the air.
"presumptuous!"
Seeing the other party's menacing approach, Fang Han's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He stamped his foot and immediately went to meet them.
Although he hoped to find refuge with the Feathered Ascension Sect, Fang was not the type to passively accept his fate. He might just cause a scene and leave.
"Bang!"
Before the crane descending from the sky could even grasp Qianlixue's claws, it was caught by Fang Han's left hand. With a forceful flick, the crane was thrown several feet away, caught off guard.
Ouch!
The Taoist on the crane never expected that someone would dare to make a move. He was thrown off by the crane and couldn't help but cry out.
"Smack!"
On the other side, a black gold whip, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, was swung out, but Fang Han caught it with one hand and pulled it off, causing the whip's owner to fall to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the few disciples of the Feathered Ascension Sect who had come to establish their authority were utterly defeated and left in a sorry state by Fang Han.
"Hey! How dare you resist? Brothers, let's grab him and arrest him!"
One of the disciples flew into a rage and charged forward.
"How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to block my carriage?"
Just then, Fang Qingxue's voice came from a carriage behind them.
Upon hearing Fang Qingxue's voice and seeing her emerge from the carriage, the expressions of the seven or eight young Taoist priests riding cranes changed drastically.
"Greetings, Senior Sister!"
Afterwards, the Taoists dressed in feathered robes landed on the cranes and respectfully bowed to Fang Qingxue.