Immortal Feather Sect

The next morning, the weather was fair and the sky was clear.

Fang Xuan woke up early. He didn't have much to pack, just a sword, a new one at that. His previous Black Ice Sword had fallen into the magma with the firebird and had likely melted long ago.

He also had the Nine Dragons Stone. This item was essential; it was a treasure for healing and couldn't be lost.

Pushing open the door, he saw Fang Han supporting Zhao Xuemei, already waiting in the courtyard.

Zhao Xuemei's eyes were red, clearly having cried.

"Mother."

Zhao Xuemei's tears fell again. She stepped forward, stopped Fang Xuan, and hugged him for a while, saying softly, "Xuan'er, you must take good care of yourself when you go to the Immortal Feather Sect. Be careful, don't go hungry, and wear more clothes when it's cold. Your mother has Han'er to look after her at home, so don't worry."

Zhao Xuemei rambled on about many things. Fang Xuan wasn't impatient; instead, he listened carefully. If a servant hadn't come to urge them, she probably would have talked for a long time.

Finally, Fang Xuan patted Fang Han's shoulder and said, "Take good care of Mother."

"I will, Brother Xuan. You take care too," Fang Han nodded heavily.

"Okay."

Stepping out of the small courtyard, they entered the inner residence of the Fang Family.

Many of the Fang Family disciples were waiting in the inner compound. Their expressions varied; some were envious, some curious, and some jealous.

However, few dared to show it, at least not openly.

Fang Qingwei, on the other hand, glared at Fang Xuan with a face full of anger. If looks could kill, she would have already poked several holes in Fang Xuan.

Fang Xuan didn't care about this spoiled little girl, nor did he worry about whether she would target his mother and Fang Han after he left.

As long as he had news from the Immortal Feather Sect, Fang Zetao would definitely protect the two of them. If he could enter the Mystic Divine Realm, hehe, the entire Fang Family would treat the two of them like ancestors.

"Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong was also in the inner residence. Seeing Fang Xuan, he smiled and nodded.

Fang Xuan also bowed respectfully, then consciously walked up to Fang Qingxue.

"Big Sister."

"Mm."

Not long after, the Patriarch, Fang Zetao, also appeared. Everyone bowed in greeting.

Fang Zetao said loudly, "Xuan'er, Qing Xue, from now on, Fang Tong will lead you to the Immortal Feather Sect. The other disciples must work hard and learn from Fang Xuan and Qing Xue, cultivate well. If you also reach the Divine Strength Realm, you can participate in the Immortal Feather Sect assessment and cultivate immortal techniques."

"Yes, Father."

"Yes, Patriarch."

Finally, under the gaze of all the Fang Family disciples, "Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong led Fang Xuan and Fang Qingxue onto the road to the Immortal Feather Sect.

The three of them rode Thousand Mile Horses prepared by the Fang Family. Horse riding was a required course for Fang Family disciples; there was no such thing as not knowing how to ride a horse.

"Uncle Tong, have you been to the Immortal Feather Sect?" Fang Xuan asked curiously.

"Yes, I've led teams there twice before," Fang Tong said.

"Is it far?"

"It's far. Even with Thousand Mile Horses, it will take a month to get there. However, it is said that once you reach the Mystic Divine Realm, you can fly through the sky and burrow into the earth. It seems this old man will never reach that in his lifetime. You two are the most talented disciples our Fang Family has had in decades. You will definitely have a good immortal path," Fang Tong said with a smile.

"Haha, thank you for your auspicious words."

Fang Qingxue wore a veiled hood and remained silent.

The three of them traveled eastward without stopping, passing through several large provinces including Dragon Abyss Province, HuaYang Province, TaiGu Province, and Nine Lakes Province, covering thousands of miles. A month later, they finally arrived at a range of continuous mountains.

Looking out, they saw in the infinite distance, within the continuous mountain range, towering peaks everywhere, straight as arrows. Some peaks were covered in flowers and had many palaces built upon them.

Countless thousand-foot waterfalls cascaded down from the peaks, like countless jade dragons.

The sky was a brilliant blue, like blue crystal, without a single cloud, the sun shone brightly, and the soft, bright sunlight illuminated everything, spotless.

On those hundreds and thousands of peaks, pine trees were rooted, their branches twisted and spread, revealing an ancient aura.

Deeper within the mountains, amidst the misty clouds, there were even faint glimpses of huge sky cities, floating like mirages, making one feel as if they had arrived in the Immortal Realm.

Such a scene, even for Fang Xuan, who had experienced tall buildings and neon lights, was extremely shocking.

Those so-called immortal hero movies and TV shows couldn't capture even a fraction of this.

Beside him, Fang Qingxue, who had always maintained a cold demeanor, also had her mouth slightly open, her face full of shock.

Fang Tong also watched their reactions with a smile. When he first came to the Immortal Feather Sect, his reaction was even more exaggerated than theirs.

"This is the Immortal Feather Sect. You must remember that the Immortal Sect is not like the Fang Family. In the Fang Family, you are masters who have the final say. Here, you are just ordinary disciples. Even the royal descendants and nobles of the Great Li Dynasty are the same. You must never act impulsively, understand?" "Giant Spirit Hand" Fang Tong said solemnly.

The two nodded, indicating they understood.

"Let's go, enter the Immortal Sect."

As soon as they stepped into the mountains, a crane's long cry soared into the sky, echoing one after another.

Immediately after, two white dots appeared in the distance, darting over like arrows. At first, they were only the size of fists, but when they reached the sky above the group, they had turned into two immortal cranes larger than oxen.

These two immortal cranes were exceptionally majestic, with bright red heads. Their wings spread open, stirring up gusts of wind. Especially their claws, like steel hooks, flashed with a cold light that could pierce metal.

Even more astonishing was that on the back of each of these two immortal cranes sat a young Daoist wearing a feathered robe.

The crane landed, and the storm intensified. As its wings flapped, the wind was like arrows, sending sand and stones flying.

"Hmph, mere mortals, why trespass on the immortal mountain? State your names!" one of the Daoists in feathered robes said from above.

Fang Tong quickly stepped forward, respectfully presenting the token, and loudly declared, "Disciples of the Fang Family from Dragon Abyss Province of the Great Li Dynasty, under the Immortal Feather Sect, have come to participate in the assessment. This is the token. Please, Immortal Emissaries, examine it."

The Daoist glanced at the token, nodded, and said, "It is indeed a token of my Immortal Feather Sect. You may participate in the assessment. Come up. The path on the immortal mountain is long. Even if you were to walk it, it might take several years to get out."

"Thank you, two Immortal Emissaries," Fang Xuan said, cupping his hands.

Fang Qingxue also cupped her hands in a salute and voiced her thanks.

"Just call us Senior Brothers."

"Yes."

Fang Xuan and Fang Qingxue exchanged glances, then each leaped up, easily jumping onto the back of the crane.

The crane beneath their feet was as large as a water buffalo, two or three people tall, a colossal creature with wings as wide as giant door panels. Its long cry shook the heavens and the earth, and a single flap of its wings was enough to blow a person away.

It was unknown how such a massive crane was raised.

Fang Xuan waved goodbye to Fang Tong. The Daoist patted the crane beneath his feet, and with a cry, the crane soared into the sky.