"Iron Mountain Gate?"
Inside Myriad Gods Hall, Fang Yuan gazed at the black iron token in his hand.
The token had an archaic design and carried a peculiar aura. The two large characters "Iron Mountain" were engraved on its front.
He had just used his deft pickpocketing skills to take it from the master and servant. It was probably some kind of proof of identity.
Since that youth had wanted to use him, he would naturally have to pay a price.
In keeping with the principle of giving as good as one got, Fang Yuan had left something behind too: the bloodline curse that would let the immortal track him.
Clearly, the cursed youth had no way to dispel the immortal's technique. He probably wouldn't make it a hundred li before the Zhou Tian Immortal Sect caught him and dragged him back.
"But what does that have to do with me?"
Fang Yuan smiled, unconcerned, then looked at the Jin Yuan Puppet standing to one side. "What do you think? Do you recognize this Iron Mountain Token?"
"I've seen something similar," Jin Yuan said after a pause. "It should be a token used by those sects. They recognize the token, not the person..."
"So Immortal Hong Chen must have wandered through the Great Sage Cultivation World before?" Fang Yuan nodded. "The Iron Mountain Gate is nothing much, but do you know the biggest difference between the immortals of this Cultivation World and those from the Sixteen States of Gu Mang?"
Before Jin Yuan could answer, Fang Yuan answered his own question. "Their physical strength... The disciples and immortals of the Zhou Tian Immortal Sect seemed to have deliberately practiced Body Tempering Cultivation Techniques..."
Of course, his Blade of Light and Void could kill even an immortal's body, so a few