Surrounding Feiyun Peak are more than a dozen other peaks of varying sizes, which complement each other and together form this mysterious mountain range.

As soon as Fang Han approached, he keenly sensed that one of the mountain peaks contained an astonishing number of five-colored spirit stones for mending the heavens.

"Such a vast quantity of multicolored spirit stones is enough for our Fang family to use for refining weapons for hundreds of years."

Fang Han was overjoyed; he had come to the right place this time.

Led by Song Zi'an, Fang Han and the others slowly made their way into Feiyun Peak along a winding mountain path.

Along the way, the scenery of Feiyun Peak was breathtaking. Everywhere you looked, there were lush and verdant forests, tall and straight green bamboos, and torrents rushing down from the mountain cliffs. The water roared and was powerful, like a group of roaring beasts, adding a touch of grandeur to this mountain forest.

However, their whereabouts were quickly discovered by the Poison King Sect.

Seven or eight men and women dressed in black, like agile cheetahs, suddenly rushed out from a sentry post that spanned the mountain path, instantly blocking Fang Han and his group's way.

"Who are you? This is the territory of my Poison King Sect, and Flying Cloud Peak is a forbidden area of ​​the Poison King Sect. You want to enter?"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group had a hideous scar running diagonally from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, resembling a lurking evil snake, exuding a terrifying ferocity.

He was tall and strong, carrying a broad and heavy sword on his shoulder. The sword was covered with mottled rust and exuded an old, bloody smell.

At this moment, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, like an unshakeable small mountain, and he roared angrily at Fang Han and the others with great power.

Behind him, seven or eight men spread out in a fan shape, each holding a weapon: a meteor hammer, a gleaming spear, and an extremely sharp sword.

These weapons, reflecting the sunlight, gleamed with a cold light, as if silently proclaiming the ferocity of their master.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that the cultivation levels of these people are not to be underestimated.

The middle-aged man with the scarred face exuded the aura of a high-level martial artist, and his subordinates behind him were mostly at the level of mid-level martial artists.

"I am Xia Han. I have come here to see your sect leader, Lin Yao. Go and inform him immediately."

Fang Han said calmly.

"Fang Han? Hmph, I've never heard of you before. I advise you to get the hell out of here before I lose my temper!"

Upon hearing Fang Han's name, the middle-aged scarred man was taken aback at first, then let out a piercing sneer. As he spoke, he shook his head, his face full of disdain and his eyes filled with contempt.

Moreover, he reeked of alcohol, and his eyes were glazed over, clearly indicating that he had drunk quite a bit and was already somewhat tipsy.

"Scarface, look! There are three such beautiful women here. We mustn't let them get away. We brothers are on guard duty in this godforsaken place every day, braving wind and rain. It's tough for us. If we could have these three beauties with us, life would be much more comfortable from now on, hehe."

Beside the scarred man stood a tall, burly, bald man with gleaming eyes, staring intently at Gongsun Yaoqin, Fang Yingxue, and Ye Qianqiu. He licked his lips and spoke with a lewd expression.

He gripped a thick iron rod tightly in his hand, which made him look even more ferocious.

"Indeed, these three women are truly rare beauties in the world. Compared to them, the ordinary beauties in my Poison King Sect are worlds apart. I was only paying attention to this kid named Fang Han and that big oaf earlier, and I didn't even notice that there were such stunning beauties beside me."

Upon hearing the bald man's words, the middle-aged scarred man's previously dull eyes instantly brightened, as if a hungry wolf had spotted its prey.

His gaze roamed freely over Gongsun Yaoqin, Fang Yingxue, and Ye Qianqiu, his greed evident. A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he shouted, "Brothers, what are you waiting for? Kill all these men and throw them into the mountains to feed the wolves! As for these three women, tie them up and take them to the outpost. Today, I'm going to take advantage of this drunken state and enjoy myself to the fullest!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as if issuing an order to attack, the eyes of seven or eight henchmen of the Poison King Sect instantly sharpened, their faces revealing a fierce light, and they began to press closer and closer to Fang Han and the others.

"I'm giving you one last piece of advice: go and inform your sect leader immediately, or you'll all lose your lives in the next second!"

Fang Han remained calm and stood still.

Fang Qing, Zhou Chi, and Ye Qianqiu took more than ten steps forward almost simultaneously, firmly blocking Fang Han, Gongsun Yaoqin, Fang Yingxue, and Ye Qianqian, confronting the Poison King Sect members head-on.