The elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect held a jade plate in his hand.

On the jade plate, besides a set of robes for a true disciple, there was also a pill the size of a longan, with black and white qi circulating.

"Outer disciple Fang Han receives the supreme decree from the sect leader!"

Fang Han was completely stunned by the scene before him.

He struggled to his feet and was about to bow.

The elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect directly handed the jade plate to him, his face full of smiles, "Junior Nephew Fang Han, congratulations."

"From this day forward, you will be a true disciple of my Feathered Ascension Sect."

"This is the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill personally bestowed by the Sect Master. Please take it in public, nephew, and do not disappoint the Sect Master's high expectations."

Fang Han was stunned.

He almost thought he was hallucinating because of the severity of his injuries.

A true disciple?

Yin-Yang Longevity Elixir?

How is that possible!

The elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect had already handed the jade plate directly to him.

The pill, shrouded in black and white energy, emitted a fragrance that seemed to have a life of its own, penetrating his limbs and bones, invigorating him, and even alleviating some of the pain in his body.

Fang Han still found it hard to accept, "This... Elder, is there a mistake?"

"Hahaha, how could the Supreme Master's decree be wrong?" Elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect laughed. "Nephew Fang Han, you have made great contributions on the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, this is what you deserve."

"Kid, don't fall for it! This is a conspiracy! It's definitely a conspiracy!"

The spirit of the Yellow Springs Map, 'Yan', screamed wildly in Fang Han's mind.

"This Feng Baiyu is definitely up to no good! He's definitely after your Yellow Springs Map! There's something fishy about this pill. If you eat it, he'll control you, and then the Yellow Springs Map will be his! You absolutely mustn't eat it!"

Yan's voice was filled with anxiety.

In the past, Fang Han would have readily believed Yan's judgment and become wary.

But now, he hesitated.

Since entering the Feathered Gate, he was constantly targeted and suppressed by Hua Tiandu, to the point that he couldn't hold his head up.

He had had enough of this precarious existence, this life of being at the mercy of others.

strength!

He needs strength!

What lies before us is a chance to rise to the top in one step!

An opportunity personally bestowed by the Supreme Master of the Feathered Ascension Sect, that legendary figure!

reject?

What excuse could he possibly use to refuse?

What are the consequences of refusing?

Countless thoughts flashed through Fang Han's mind, and finally, he made up his mind.

I'm taking the gamble!

He has nothing now, just a worthless life, and the only valuable thing he has is this Yellow Springs Map.

If the other party really wanted it, with the supreme power of the sect leader, why would they need to go to such great lengths?

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Excellency! Thank you, Elder!"

Fang Han no longer hesitated and bowed deeply to the elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect.

Then.

Without hesitation, Fang Han swallowed the Yin-Yang Longevity Pill.

The pill entered his mouth and transformed into a warm current, rapidly repairing his injuries and allowing him to recover immediately.

And his lifespan reached an astonishing ten thousand years!

Fang Han was overjoyed.

The pills are fine; Yan's guess was wrong!

He quickly got up, picked up the robes of a true disciple, and turned to walk into the inner room.

A moment later.

Fang Han, having changed his clothes, came out.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The elder of the Feathered Ascension Sect clapped his hands and laughed, "Nephew Fang Han, come with me quickly, the Sect Master wants to see you in person!"

After saying that.

With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up Fang Han, transforming him into a golden light that soared into the sky, heading straight for the main peak of the Feathered Ascension Sect and the Feathered Ascension Heavenly Palace.

Inside and outside the courtyard, a group of dumbfounded disciples were left behind.

Nobody expected it.

This outer disciple, who was just on the verge of death, has suddenly risen to prominence and achieved great success!

...

The golden light dissipated.

Fang Han found himself standing before a magnificent hall that defied description.

A mystical aura swirls around, and a thousand auspicious rays shimmer.

The white jade square beneath my feet is so smooth it reflects my image and stretches as far as the eye can see.

The distant palaces and pavilions, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist, each exuded an ancient and powerful aura.

This is the Feathered Heavenly Palace!

"Junior Nephew Fang Han, please. The Sect Master is waiting for you inside."

The elder of the Feathered Gate made a "please" gesture and respectfully stepped aside.

Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressing his nervousness and excitement, and stepped onto the steps leading to the main hall.

With each step he took, he could feel an invisible pressure.

That wasn't the suppression from the formation.

Rather, it was the majesty emanating from this world and this celestial palace itself.

When he finally entered the spacious and majestic main hall, he saw the figure sitting on the highest throne.

Clad in white, more beautiful than snow, with unparalleled handsomeness.

He simply sat there quietly, yet he seemed to be the center of this world, the source of countless laws.

Fang Han's heart almost stopped beating.

He didn't even dare to look the other person in the eye, and could only lower his head and bow, "Disciple Fang Han greets the Sect Master!"

His voice sounded incredibly small in the vast, empty hall.

As Fang Han felt uneasy, a calm voice came from the throne, "Fang Han, do you know why I want to see you?"

Fang Han trembled and quickly replied, "This disciple does not know."

He dared not take credit and could only keep a low profile.

Zhao Feng, seated on the throne, smiled slightly. "No, you know Fang Han... or rather, the successor of the Yellow Springs Emperor?"

boom!

Even though he already had a guess in his heart, Fang Han was still greatly shocked when he actually heard Zhao Feng say it.

His biggest secret.

The foundation of his livelihood.

The Sect Leader saw right through it all!

He felt as if he had been seen through by that gaze from above the throne, inside and out, with no secrets left to him.

Looking down at Fang Han, whose body was tense and who looked like a frightened bird, Zhao Feng smiled and said, "You don't need to worry."

"If I wanted your treasure, it would have been mine the moment you stepped into the Feather Gate."

Fang Han's mind was somewhat calmed by those words.

yes.

With the supreme cultivation of the sect leader, why would he have waited until today to obtain his own Yellow Spring Map?

Compared to him, I'm probably not even an ant.

Fang Han spoke with difficulty, "This disciple...this disciple is foolish and does not understand what the Sect Master means?"

Zhao Feng looked at the chosen one of this eternal world, the future ruler of this era, and smiled calmly, "The Yellow Springs Emperor is nothing more than a loser from the last era."

"I have no interest in his legacy."

"What interests me is only the Treasure Vault of the Underworld."

"Now a great calamity is imminent, the gods are eyeing us covetously, and the Xuanhuang Great World is in imminent danger."

"I need to integrate all available forces, and the resources in the Yellow Springs Treasury are one of them."

"And the 'Dragon Subduing in the Yellow Springs' map in your hand is the master key to unlocking the treasure vault."

Zhao Feng stood up from his throne, walked down the steps, and came to Fang Han.

With each step he took, Fang Han felt the pressure on his heart increase.

Zhao Feng stopped in front of Fang Han, looking down at him. "I need to borrow your Yellow Springs Map to open the treasure vault."

"After the deed is done, you may choose any three items from the treasure vault."

"In addition, I will bestow upon you another top-grade Dao artifact as compensation."

"Are you willing?"

Inside the main hall, all was silent.

Fang Han lowered his head, cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

He knew in his heart that he actually had no choice at all.

This is not a discussion, it's a notification.

The sect leader has already said so much; if I dare to say "no," I'm afraid I'll fall to the ground in the next second.

At best, they'll be stripped of their treasures and expelled from the sect; at worst, they'll lose their lives!

Moreover, the conditions offered by the other party were extremely generous.

Choose any three items from the Treasure Vault of the Underworld!

Add another top-grade Dao artifact!

This is something that so many people dream of.

Now, all it takes is a nod to gain wealth that even the giants of the Longevity Realm covet.

"Yan, what do you think?"

Fang Han asked in his heart.

However.

This time, Yan, who was usually so talkative, fell completely silent, as if he were dead, cowering in the deepest part of the Yellow Springs Map, trembling.

Fang Han gave a bitter smile to himself.

It seems that even Yan knows that in the face of absolute power, any struggle is futile.

Fang Han bowed deeply, "This disciple...is willing!"

"This disciple is willing to serve the Supreme Master and contribute to the Xuanhuang Great World!"

"very good."

Zhao Feng nodded in satisfaction, "You made a wise choice."

"In addition, please fetch some of the Water of Oblivion from the Yellow Springs Map and give it to me."

Zhao Feng spoke again.

"The potion of forgetfulness?"

Fang Han was taken aback, but dared not hesitate for a moment. He immediately activated his mind and communicated with the Yellow Springs Diagram.

Splash!

A stream of water appeared out of thin air in the main hall, emanating a refreshing aura that cleansed the soul.

This is the most sacred water in the world, the Water of Oblivion.

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Feng collected the stream of water into a jade bottle.

After doing all this, he turned his gaze back to Fang Han.

"Although you now have the title of a true disciple, your cultivation level is still too low, only at the tenth level of the Divine Transformation Realm of the Physical Body. It is inevitable that some people will gossip about you."

"I won't take your potion of forgetfulness for nothing. Today I will lend you a helping hand again."

He extended a finger and gently touched Fang Han's brow.

But in Fang Han's perception, the entire world had disappeared.

Time, space, laws...

Everything vanished into nothingness under that single finger.

He only "saw" a scene of chaos.

Immediately afterwards.

Within the chaos, there were endless insights into the Great Dao, vast amounts of cultivation experience, and perfect analyses of the mysteries of the Divine Power Realm, all of which transformed into a torrent of information that forcibly poured into his mind!

Boom!

Fang Han's sea of ​​consciousness expanded violently, as if the world had been created anew.

Before he could even react, the magical power within him began a frenzied transformation.

All bottlenecks.

All levels.

It was easily broken through by this one finger.

The whole process took only a fleeting moment.

When Zhao Feng withdrew his finger, Fang Han's aura had undergone a dramatic change.

He has already stepped into the supernatural realm that countless cultivators dream of!

Moreover, his foundation was incredibly solid, and his magical power was extremely pure, even more perfect than what he had painstakingly cultivated and broken through to!

"this……"

Fang Han felt the surging magical power within his body and was completely shocked.

One finger!

Just one finger!

He thus crossed the insurmountable chasm between the physical realm and the supernatural realm!

What incredible power this is!

What an incredible and profound method this is!

He originally thought that the power of the sect leader was based on the mastery of the laws and absolute power.

But now he realizes just how wrong he was.

The opponent's strength was beyond his comprehension.

In his presence, the so-called cultivation bottlenecks and realm barriers were nothing but a joke!

"Many...many thanks to the Supreme Master for saving me!"

Fang Han snapped out of his daze, trembling with excitement, and prostrated himself before Zhao Feng, performing a deep bow.

This time, it was heartfelt admiration and gratitude.

"Get up."

Zhao Feng's voice remained calm, "Now that you are a cultivator in the Divine Power Realm, it is perfectly legitimate for you to be a true disciple of my Feather Transformation Sect, and no one will dare to gossip about it anymore."

He acted as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

Fang Han stood up respectfully, stood with his hands at his sides, and dared not have any other thoughts.

He now finally understood why even Yan was too scared to utter a sound.

In the face of such an existence, any conspiracy or trickery, any petty scheme, is nothing but self-humiliation.

Compliance is the only way to survive.

Moreover, this path to survival seems to be a direct route to heaven.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Three days from now, I will lead the Immortal Alliance to the Nine Netherworlds to open the Yellow Springs Treasure Vault."

"In the next three days, you shall go to the inner sect and find a mountain peak to use as your training ground and establish your cave dwelling."

With a casual wave of his hand, an ancient jade book flew to Fang Han's front.

"This is the general outline of the supernatural powers of my Feathered Ascension Sect, which records three hundred and sixty kinds of supernatural powers. You may choose any three to cultivate. If you have any questions, you may ask me at any time."

Fang Han hurriedly took the jade book, feeling as if this thin book was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The General Outline of the Feathered Ascension Sect's Supernatural Powers!

Choose any three!

And the sect leader himself will give you guidance!

This kind of treatment is something that even the most senior disciples, let alone true disciples, have never enjoyed!

Happiness came so suddenly that it felt like a dream.

"Go."

Zhao Feng waved his hand and stopped looking at him.

A celestial attendant who had been standing outside the hall entered and bowed respectfully to Fang Han.

"Senior Brother Fang, please come with me and choose the mountain peak you wish to visit."

Fang Han then seemed to wake from a dream, and hurriedly bowed to Zhao Feng again to express his gratitude. Then he followed the fairy boy out of the main hall.

Even after leaving the Feathered Heaven Palace, Fang Han's emotions remained unsettled for a long time.

From a bullied outer disciple to a rising star who becomes a favorite of the sect leader.

All of this changed in just one hour.

His life was completely rewritten.

Watching Fang Han's departing figure, Zhao Feng's face remained calm and expressionless.

Supporting Fang Han was just one part of his plan.

Give him a little something to taste first, and while you can gain greater benefits, you can also lull the heavens into a false sense of security.

after all.

It's more controllable to help Fang Han gain an advantage himself than to let Heaven grant him one.

With a thought, Zhao Feng sent out a decree that resounded in Hua Tiandu's ears on Tiandu Peak: "Tiandu, come to the Feathered Heaven Palace. I have important matters to arrange."

...(End of this chapter)