Chapter 6: Blood Sacrifice Refinement _4

"Fairy He" spoke, and saliva constantly dripped from her mouth, falling to the ground and emanating bursts of fragrance.

"This is He Yan, an extremely precious medicinal material..."

Fang Han looked at the He Yan dripping onto the ground, feeling regretful and wanting to find something to collect it. Hundred-Year Crane Saliva was excellent for nourishing the internal organs, nourishing yin and invigorating yang, and moistening lung qi. Thousand-Year Crane Saliva, not to mention, was a supreme treasure highly sought after in the Martial World for cultivating inner breath, and Inner Strength. A single piece cost one or two gold coins.

The Immortal Cranes of Yuhua Sect were all exotic breeds, and their crane saliva could even be on par with that of a thousand-year-old crane.

"Let's go hunting for game!" After drooling, "Fairy He" flapped her wings and took off, calling another crane. A group of immortal cranes flew into the mountains beyond Yuhua Mountain.

"You guys, set up the roasting racks."

Seeing the group of immortal cranes fly away, Fang Han hurriedly instructed the more than two hundred servants to set up the many roasting racks, preparing for the barbecue.

Soon enough, the group of immortal cranes really flew back, each of them bringing back some game. In addition to pheasant and rabbits, there were also large fish from the river, wolves, foxes, and even spotted deer, tigers, leopards, antelopes, boars, and bears. Most impressively, Fairy He had caught a large python with patterns covering its entire body, thrown it to the ground, and scared all the servants.

"Indeed a cushy job. Just letting these immortal cranes hunt every day would make a fortune. Tiger skin, bear hide, fox fur, snake gall, bear paw..."

Fang Han looked at all this and understood in his heart why Fang Man, Fang Rui, and Fang Lie were envious of his position.

Under Fang Han's command, the servants were busy for half a day, skinning the game and selecting the best meat for roasting. Fang Han even personally cooked the python that Fairy He had caught, making it fragrant and tender, and served it with all his might. He even had the servants bring some good wine for Fairy He to drink.

Each of these cranes was so well taken care of that they were full and drunk, flying into the sky for a while before landing and returning to their resting places to sleep.

"These spirit cranes aren't as complicated as humans to serve; their minds are relatively simple." After taking care of these spirit cranes, Fang Han breathed a sigh of relief.

For several days in a row, besides secretly practicing martial arts, Fang Han really dedicated himself to serving this group of immortal cranes, and gradually "hit it off" with Fairy He.

After practicing his fist technique to the Divine Strength Realm, the Nine Orifice Golden Pill within his heart seemed to circulate more slowly, as if his physical cultivation had reached a limit.

However, Fang Han did not slack off, still training hard daily with the perseverance of a devil, believing that he would break through one day.

One day, Fang Han let Fairy He have a sip of wine, and while in high spirits, he brought up the idea of tasting the sensation of flight.

"Flying isn't an easy thing. You hold onto my feathers tightly; I won't take responsibility if you fall." Fairy He's eyes were hazy from intoxication, and crane saliva dripped down from her mouth again, this time caught by Fang Han with a bowl.

"I'll be careful." Having obtained Fairy He's permission, Fang Han climbed onto her back with a flip. His agility was like that of a monkey, comparable to a civet, his movements smooth.

"I'm taking off!" Fairy He stood up, fluttering her wings, and Fang Han suddenly felt his body shake, as if he had lost his weight. The wind rushing past his ears made it difficult to breathe. He barely opened his eyes and saw the mountains and peaks below spread out like a carpet and the palace the size of a fist. If he were to fall, it would undoubtedly result in him being crushed to pieces.

"Is this the sensation of flying? I've finally gone to the heavens!" Although he was a little uneasy, Fang Han was very excited in his heart.

"However, this is just flying with the help of external force. One day, I'll cultivate to the Mystical Realm and cross the sky on my own; that's what a real immortal is like." Fang Han secretly said to himself, but his hands tightly gripped Fairy He's feathers.

Fairy He maneuvered her wings, darting like an arrow through the clouds and mist, and soon left Yuhua Immortal Mountain.

Outside Yuhua Immortal Mountain lay many mountains, who knew how many there were? Ten thousand? Hundreds of thousands? No one knew how many secrets were hidden within the mountains.

"Where are we flying to?"

Seeing Purple Lightning Peak disappear from view, Fang Han asked through the Ten Thousand Beast Token while riding on Fairy He's back.

"What's there to be afraid of? This Miss can fly a thousand miles in two hours," snorted Fairy He. "It's easy to go back; a few flaps of the wings will get us there."

"Well, alright. I'll listen to you. After all, the wings are on your body." Fang Han buried his head and nestled into the crane feathers, as if he was wearing a large Crane Robe. The airflow glided over the feathers without blowing on him, making him feel much more relaxed as he enjoyed the process of flying.

But just then, suddenly, a few astonishing black qi columns burst from the mountains ahead, piercing the sky like wolf smoke and forming seven smoke pillars, as if they were going to puncture the heavens.

In these thick black smoke columns, countless terrifying faces formed from condensed black qi appeared, as if the gates to a devilish world had been opened.

"Not good! This is the Sky Demons Smokey Face from the Devil God Sect. Let's go, let's go. On Yuhua Immortal Mountain, for thousands of miles around, there shouldn't be any members of the devil and demon factions appearing! What's going on? Let's go, let's go."

Upon seeing these black smoke pillars soaring straight into the sky, Fairy He started squawking in panic, making a sharp turn and nearly throwing Fang Han out of her feathers.

"What's going on?" Fang Han also saw the seven wolf smoke black columns in the distant mountains.

"Quick! Let's go, quick! If we're discovered, we're dead." Fairy He didn't care for anything else and swiftly flew back.

At this moment, a stream of black smoke suddenly flew out from the seven wolf smoke pillars, forming a terrifying human face the size of a door, flying over and opening its large bloody mouth, biting towards the flying Fairy He and Fang Han.