" Yun Qianyue's father, Yun Yue Shan..."
Fang Han muttered to himself.
During his conversation with Yun Qianyue, he heard her talk about her family.
Yun Yue Shan, the prospective father-in-law, has been stuck at the peak of the Fourth Grade for many years and has never been able to break through to the Third Grade.
This Realm-Breaking Fruit could be used as one of the gifts on the proposal to the Yun Clan.
Fang Han took out a Cold Jade box from his Storage Ring, carefully picked the Realm-Breaking Fruit, put it into the box, closed the lid, and put it back into his Storage Ring.
He straightened up and continued walking forward.
Over the next hour or so, several more pieces of precious minerals were discovered.
A fist-sized piece of Star Iron, dark silver in color, with fine, star-like patterns on its surface, gleaming with a cold luster in the sunlight.
" Recharge."
[ Possessed Wealth: 3.75 million gold → 3.81 million gold]
A piece of Purple Essence stone the size of a washbasin, dark purple in color, with its surface covered with dense natural crystals.
" Recharge."
[ Possessed Wealth: 3.81 million gold → 3.88 million gold]
A piece of Ice Mystic Iron, the size of a human head, the color of the deep sea, cold to the touch, faintly exuding a chill.
" Recharge."
[ Possessed Wealth: 3.88 million gold → 3.96 million gold]
Fang Han Recharge all the ore and was about to continue on his way when he suddenly paused slightly.
According to the perception of < Nether Guide >, another extremely peculiar aura appeared several miles ahead.
It was an extremely rich and exotic fragrance; even from several miles away, the aroma could still be clearly smelled.
Accompanying this fragrance is another aroma.
Scorching, violent, and somber, it carried the fierce pressure of a top predator.
First Grade demon!
"A rare and precious treasure guarded by a demon."
Fang Han hesitated for a moment, then rushed towards the direction of that aura.
With his current strength, ordinary First Grade demons are no longer a threat to him.
Their figures moved silently among the ancient trees, covering several miles in a short time.
After passing through a dense thicket of bushes, a relatively open woodland appeared ahead.
In the center of the woodland, there grew a peculiar plant.
The plant was about three feet tall and was entirely fiery red.
The stem is as thick as a child's arm, and its surface is covered with fine, scale-like patterns that gleam like flames in the sunlight.
A flower blooms at the top.
The flower is about the size of a bowl, with nine petals, each petal displaying a fiery red hue.
The edges of the petals are inlaid with an extremely fine gold thread, which shimmers with a faint, jewel-like glow under the light.
At the flower's stamen, a wisp of crimson mist slowly rotates, resembling a tiny flame.
That rich, exotic fragrance emanated from that crimson mist.
" Longevity Flower!"
Fang Han's pupils contracted slightly.
He had seen records of the Longevity Flower in the sect's records.
This is an extremely precious Low-Grade Heavenly Treasure, no less valuable than the Realm-Breaking Fruit. Its effect is not to improve cultivation or break through bottlenecks, but rather to extend lifespan.
A single Longevity Flower can add thirty years to one's life.
For older martial artists whose lifespans are nearing their end and who have no hope of breaking through, these thirty years of lifespan mean thirty years to seek a breakthrough and thirty years to change their fate.
Its rarity and value are self-evident.
Beside the Longevity Flower, a demonic creature lurked.
The monster resembled a lion magnified several times, over three zhang long and a full zhang tall at the shoulder. When it lay there, it looked like a small, crimson mountain.
Its entire body was covered in fiery red mane, each hair seemingly burning, gleaming intensely in the sunlight.
Its head was enormous, and its eyes were dark gold with vertical pupils like a snake's.
As it opened and closed, it seemed as if two flames were burning.
The aura emanating from him was scorching and violent, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.
"Slap, slap, slap--"
With his exceptional skills and daring spirit, Fang Han strode towards the center of the woods.
His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, the soles of his boots making a soft rustling sound as they landed on the decaying leaves.
The crimson lion demon suddenly opened its eyes.
The Dark Gold vertical pupils fell on Fang Han, letting out a low roar.
The roar was like muffled thunder, making the surrounding leaves rustle.
It suddenly stood up, its massive body turning towards Fang Han.
Its crimson mane stood on end, like burning flames.
A scorching wave of heat radiated outwards from it, baking the decaying leaves on the ground until they turned golden brown and curled up.
Fang Han did not stop.
He placed his right hand on the hilt of the Cloudsplitter Sword, which was chipped from his fight with Qin Yuan, and calmly gazed at the lion demon.
"Roar--!"
The crimson lion demon let out a deafening roar, its four paws stomping the ground, its massive body like a crimson lightning bolt, rushing straight at Fang Han.
It moved so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage.
Claws Void Sundering, accompanied by a piercing shriek.
Each claw was several inches long, gleaming with a chilling light.
Before it even reached him, the scorching heat wave hit him in the face, blowing the hair on Fang Han's forehead backward.
Fang Han drew his sword.
The Cloudsplitter Sword was drawn from its sheath, its Dark Cyan blade gleaming with a restrained radiance.
A sword strike was unleashed.
The sword light, like a rainbow, transformed into a streak of cyan and gold, carrying a sharp intent to tear everything apart, and fiercely met the crimson figure.
"Clang--!!!"
The sword clashed with the lion's claws, producing a deafening metallic clang.
A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread rapidly outwards from the point of impact.
The shockwave was like a tidal wave, swirling up decaying leaves and pebbles from the ground, sending them flying everywhere.
The surrounding trees were swept by the blast wave, their crowns shaking violently, and countless branches and leaves fell down.
The crimson lion demon's forward lunge was abruptly halted by this sword strike, its massive body sliding backward more than ten feet.
The four Juzhua plowed deep claw marks into the ground, causing the soil to churn up.
The lion demon steadied itself and let out an angry roar.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han swayed slightly but did not pursue.
Taking advantage of the moment when he drove the lion demon away from the Longevity Flower with a sword, he reached out with his left hand and precisely grasped the fiery red Longevity Flower with his five fingers.
With a gentle touch, the Longevity Flower was plucked.
With a slight thought, the Longevity Flower was stored in his Storage Ring.
From drawing the sword to picking the fruit, the whole process took less than a breath.
"Roar--"
The crimson lion demon's Dark Gold vertical pupils erupted with fury that seemed almost tangible.
It let out a deafening roar, and its crimson mane suddenly swelled up.
A burst of scorching flame erupted from its body, engulfing its massive form.
The flames were no ordinary fire; they possessed an eerie, dark red hue.
Where the flames passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a hissing sound.
The soil beneath their feet was scorched and cracked, and the surrounding vegetation silently turned to ashes.
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
This lion demon is stronger than previously thought.
Judging from the power of these flames, they are enough to rival a martial artist who First Barrier Breakthrough.
Although his sword strike had repelled the lion demon, the lion demon was not seriously injured, with only a shallow sword mark left on its right paw.
"Their strength is not weak."
Fang Han muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the lion demon.
The lion demon roared and pounced again.
This time, it was faster than before.
The enormous body, enveloped in dark red flames, resembled a burning meteorite, carrying a terrifying power capable of incinerating everything, and crashed straight into Fang Han.
With both front claws swung simultaneously, dark red flames solidified on the claws, Void Sundering with a sharp crackling sound.
"Call out--!"
A serious look flashed in Fang Han's eyes.
The Cloudsplitter Sword slashed out once more.
This sword strike is even stronger than the one before.
Perfection Realm fully activated < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > was unleashed, with the Wind Sword Intent swirling around the blade.
Where the sword passed, a dark rift several meters long silently split open in the air.
Sword light clashed with flames.
"Boom--!!!"
Amidst a deafening roar, the dark red flames were forcefully cleaved in two by the sword's light.
The flames rolled to both sides, like waves being cleaved open.
The sword light, its momentum undiminished, struck the lion demon in the chest.
"Pfft--"
Blood spurted out.
The crimson lion demon's massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into an ancient tree dozens of feet away, as thick as a person's embrace.
"Bang--!"
The ancient tree snapped in half, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
The lion demon crashed to the ground and rolled several times before coming to a stop.
A deep, bone-revealing sword wound stretched diagonally from his right shoulder to his left rib, from which dark red blood gushed out like a spring.
It struggled to get up, but the movement aggravated its chest injury, causing it to let out a painful groan.
Fang Han stepped forward, sword in hand.
The rage in the lion demon's Dark Gold vertical pupils had dissipated, replaced by deep fear.
It watched Fang Han approach step by step, the fear in its vertical pupils growing stronger.
Just as Fang Han was less than three zhang away from it, it did something that surprised Fang Han.
It lowered its enormous head.
That posture was like a domestic dog showing submission to its master.
A low whimper came from its throat, no longer a roar, but with a hint of appeasement and pleading.
Fang Han paused slightly in his steps.
He gazed at the lion demon, its head bowed and trembling, and a thought stirred within him.
"They are remarkably humane."
He muttered to himself.
Thinking of the sect leader's White Tiger mount, it would save a lot of travel time when traveling long distances.
If we could take this lion demon as our mount, it would make traveling and going out much more convenient in the future.
As for rebellion--
With his current strength, he could easily suppress them.
Even if this lion demon has ulterior motives, it can't cause any trouble.
The only concern is whether we can bring this lion demon out of the secret realm when the three-day deadline arrives.
"Fine."
Fang Han sheathed his sword and looked at the lion demon.
"If you are willing to submit to me and become my mount, I will spare your life."
The lion demon seemed to understand Fang Han's words, nodding its enormous head repeatedly.
Its thick, long tail swayed from side to side like a dog's tail, sweeping dust up from the ground.
"Very good."
Fang Han nodded slightly, took out a healing Jade Dew Pellet from his Storage Ring, and flicked it towards the lion demon with his finger.
"Take it."
The lion demon opened its mouth wide and swallowed the Jade Dew Pellet, then obediently lay down on the ground, allowing Fang Han to examine its wounds.
Fang Han stepped forward and pressed his hand on the sword wound on the lion demon's chest. Although the wound was deep, it had not damaged any internal organs.
With the monster's regenerative abilities far exceeding those of humans, it will recover in no time.