This Place Seems Full of Stories!

In the previous moment, he thought the man from earlier was just an exception and that the Fate Crane Sect wouldn't have such a brutal atmosphere, but in the next second, Yang An was proven wrong.

What is going on here?!

Watching the woman pierce through Old Man Fate Crane's chest with a sword, Yang An felt his mind in complete chaos, unable to sort out any of the factors.

Could it be that once someone joins the Fate Crane Sect, they must find a way to kill this old guy, Old Man Fate Crane?

Is it mandatory to kill him?

What unforgivable, heaven-defying thing did this old guy do?

That even his own personal disciples treat him like this, one by one.

Yang An suddenly felt that the water in the Fate Crane Sect was very deep, and the place he had arrived at was likely a bottomless quagmire.

At this moment, unlike Yang An's inexplicable shock, the other disciples seemed unfazed by the woman's sudden appearance, remaining very calm.

Even Old Man Fate Crane maintained his smile, as if his body hadn't been pierced by a blade.

"Master! Senior Brother couldn't even injure you, but I've already made you bleed!"

"Hehe! I won this time!"

The woman's delicate and beautiful face immediately revealed a proud expression, yet it was also filled with a morbid aura.

As if, in her eyes, attacking her master was merely a competition with her Senior Brother.

And she had achieved a better result than Senior Brother!

"Well done!"

Old Man Fate Crane nodded slightly, his smile becoming increasingly amiable, looking like a kind, benevolent old grandfather.

He reached out his old, withered hand and gently stroked the woman's head, as if treating his most beloved granddaughter, then immediately slapped her to the ground.

Crack, a large chunk of flesh and blood burst open, and the woman fell to the ground, her neck twisted at a bizarre angle. Her once beautiful face was instantly split in half.

Fortunately, it hadn't completely fallen off yet, with some flesh still connecting it. The bones and teeth inside had shattered and pierced through the flesh, making her injuries look very severe.

Despite enduring such a fierce blow from Old Man Fate Crane, the woman, holding her face, laughed with great joy.

As she laughed, she spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with shattered teeth, onto the ground.

"Thank you for your acknowledgment, Master!"

"I won this time! Next time... I'll win next time too!"

Hiss—

Seeing the woman's tragic state yet acting as if she were fine, filled with madness, Yang An frowned and gasped, feeling a phantom pain in his own face.

Looking at the others, who appeared accustomed to the scene, some even couldn't help but chuckle.

Yang An had only one feeling now.

There wasn't a single normal person in the Fate Crane Sect.

He would be living and cultivating in this environment for a long time, and he would inevitably have to interact with these people. He had to be careful of these guys!

At this moment, Old Man Fate Crane had pulled the long sword from his chest and casually tossed it onto the ground.

The sword wound in his chest healed instantly. If it weren't for the two holes left in his clothes, it would have looked like nothing had happened.

"Come over and meet your junior brother. This is the personal disciple I've newly accepted."

He spoke slowly to the few people in front of him, informing them of Yang An's identity.

The disciples then looked at Yang An, including the woman who had just gotten up from the ground.

She held half of her face, blood soaking her clothes, yet she politely nodded at Yang An, smiling with half her mouth. However, it looked quite terrifying.

"Yang An pays his respects to all senior brothers and sisters!"

Regardless of anything else, one shouldn't refuse a smiling face, and courtesy must be shown. Yang An bowed to everyone.

The disciples of Old Man Fate Crane also returned his bow, seemingly happy to meet their new junior brother.

"Fu Ming!"

At this moment, Old Man Fate Crane called out, and someone immediately stepped forward.

"Master!"

"You will be responsible for familiarizing your junior brother with the affairs of our Fate Crane Sect for the next few days.

Also, I've decided to hold a welcoming banquet for your junior brother in a month. This is a rare joyous occasion for our Fate Crane Sect. You'll also be in charge of sending out the invitations. Make sure to invite everyone from within Han Province."

"Yes! Your disciple obeys!"

The disciple named Fu Ming immediately responded, but then he seemed to recall something and quickly asked:

"Master, should we also invite people from Jade Elephant Mountain?"

"Kid! You said 'invite,' right?"

As soon as Fu Ming finished speaking, the Crane Head had already appeared in front of him, its sharp beak like a blade pressed against his throat, as if it would stab in fiercely the next moment.

Old Man Fate Crane let out a cold laugh, an expression rarely seen on his face.

"No need! That fellow will come uninvited."

"Yes!"

Fu Ming responded, cold sweat already beading on his forehead. The Crane Head slowly retracted, licking the blood that had spilled from its mouth. It immediately revealed a look of disgust.

"You sickly brat, I can't stand touching you. Bah!"

"Fu Ming, take your junior brother. The rest of you, follow me."

After leaving those words, Old Man Fate Crane entered the blood mist without looking back. The other disciples also glanced at Yang An before hurriedly following Old Man Fate Crane away.

Soon, the scattered blood mist gathered together again, obscuring everything around them. Only Yang An and Fu Ming remained.

Fu Ming was a very thin man, appearing quite young, but his skin had a sickly pallor. He also had two heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested properly in a long time.

After sizing up Fu Ming, Yang An cautiously took a step back.

"May I ask what Senior Brother's name is?"

"I joined the sect under Master quite early, only a little later than the eldest senior brother. Junior Brother can just call me Second Senior Brother."

Fu Ming seemed like a very polite person. However, after speaking, he couldn't help but cough, expelling a mouthful of black blood.

He smiled at Yang An, casually wiping the black blood from his mouth and smearing it onto the corner of his sleeve.

Seeing his actions, and recalling what the Crane Head had said earlier, Yang An understood.

You can know a person's face but not their heart. Although this Second Senior Brother gave him a good impression, Yang An didn't believe he was a normal person and remained wary.

"Junior Brother, please follow me. I'll take you to get settled first."

"Then thank you, Second Senior Brother."

Yang An nodded and followed Fu Ming into the depths of the blood mist, maintaining a distance of about two meters out of caution.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the blood mist gradually dissipated, and everything became clear.

Looking into the depths of the valley, countless magnificent buildings came into view, no less grand and imposing than those in major cities. It was like a small town nestled deep in the mountains.

But upon closer inspection, the place revealed an undeniable desolation. Many places were already in ruins, and not a single person could be seen on the crisscrossing roads, with no sign of life.

There were also overgrown weeds in every corner and fallen branches and leaves scattered everywhere, clearly indicating that no one had tended to the place in a long time.

Even so, one could still glimpse the former glory and power of the Fate Crane Sect, but it had now fallen into such a state.

Is this the Fate Crane Sect?

Yang An stood frozen for a moment.

This place seemed full of stories!

"Junior Brother, I'll take you to find a place to stay first. Follow me."

"Okay."

Recalling his gaze, Yang An nodded.