Trading the heavens starting from immortality

"They're here!"

Upon hearing the faint howl of wolves, Fang Han slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

Clearly, the enemy lurking in the shadows could no longer hold back.

Gripping the sharkskin longsword tightly, Fang Han felt a vague, indescribable stirring in his heart.

A knife left unsharpened for a long time will not only lose its sharpness but may also rust. Having practiced martial arts for nearly half a year, Fang Han has never truly fought anyone; his combat experience is practically zero. Although he possesses numerous peerless martial arts techniques, his hands have never been stained with blood. However, what follows is a battle to the death; it's impossible to fight without bloodshed. Since he has decided to slay, he will kill to his heart's content! These attacking demons are cruel beings, their hands stained with the blood of countless innocents. Killing them will bring Fang Han no remorse.

"Hongyi, Liu Kang, be on guard."

Fang Han woke Princess Hongyi and Liu Kang from their meditation and told them to be careful.

"Senior Brother Han, what's wrong?"

Hongyi asked, but seeing his serious expression, she seemed to have vaguely understood something.

Hearing the strange howling of wolves in the distance, Yuan Jiankong, Senior Sister Mo, and other inner disciples stood up, their expressions becoming wary.

"Thieves are approaching! Everyone prepare for battle!" Senior Sister Mo said, and ordered her men to wake up the five royal disciples of the Great Virtue Dynasty, including Prince Bao, from their cultivation.

Not long after.

Shadows loomed, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed. Across the distant sand dunes, figures surged like a tide, their killing intent filling the air. Many cranes, startled by this terrifying aura, took to the sky, hovering above. Cranes are naturally inclined to avoid danger; when faced with peril, their first instinct is to flee.

"Fang Han, someone's coming. I'm going to hide in the sky!" Crane Fairy's voice came from the Myriad Beasts Token.

"Um."

Fang Han nodded.

His gaze turned to the person who had just arrived.

But these people, surging like a tide, were bandits riding white camels, clad in scale armor, and with extremely fierce faces. These sand bandits wielded curved swords as tall as an adult, each carrying a bow and arrow, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Their aura was malevolent, like demons unleashed from hell. The Yu Hua Sect's "All Worlds" records that sand bandits were bloodthirsty and plundering by nature, not only raiding caravans in the desert but also harassing border regions; their actions were extremely vicious, heinous, and utterly cruel.

Mixed among these bandits were many humanoid monsters with curved horns on their heads and covered in jet-black scales. These monsters were exactly the same as the "Divine Power Puppets" killed during the outer disciple assessment of the Feathered Ascension Sect, clearly "Demons" living in the deep abyss. It should be noted that Demons, in terms of cultivation level, are comparable to experts at the fifth level of the Divine Power Realm in the human body realm. Furthermore, due to their scales making them virtually indestructible, their endurance is terrifying, and their overall strength even rivals that of disciples at the seventh level of the Inner Strength Realm of the Immortal Sect.

The attacking sand bandits numbered roughly in the thousands, interspersed with hundreds of demons, each baring its fangs and claws, utterly ferocious! Ordinary disciples of the Physical Body Realm, if they couldn't overcome their inner fear, would only tremble in terror before these surging waves of sand bandits and demons, lacking even the slightest courage to fight. However, those present, having dared to come for training, were naturally fearless, each possessing their own strengths. While these sand bandits and demons were ferocious, they weren't enough to instill fear in them.

The group hesitated to act rashly, instead forming a defensive circle. However, these bandits seemed to know how formidable the immortal sect disciples were; instead of charging directly, they stopped five hundred paces away, and thousands simultaneously drew their bows and fired arrows. In an instant, a dense, dark rain of arrows, filling the sky, descended upon the group!

Seeing this, everyone scattered to defend themselves against the arrows.

Swoosh! Swoosh! ...

In the blink of an eye, the sharp whistling of the arrow piercing the air rang in everyone's ears.

Clang!

Fang Han drew the Demon-Slaying Sword from its sharkskin sheath and unleashed the Arrow-Breaking Style from the Nine Swords of Dugu.

A torrent of sword light converged like water, enveloping his entire body, impenetrable to any attack. The incoming arrows, before they even reached him, were deflected one by one by the Demon-Slaying Sword. As for the impact force carried by those arrows—enough to injure even those at the Divine Power or Aura Realm—it was nothing to Fang Han in his current state. The others also used their swordsmanship to protect their vitals and dodge. A few arrows that couldn't be dodged were blocked by the Feathered Robe, preventing any real damage. Among these outer disciples, besides Fang Han, Princess Hongyi possessed the best swordsmanship, comparable to some inner disciples, easily handling the rain of arrows.

Whoosh!

Just then, a lightning-fast beam of light shot into the sky, like a giant silver serpent slithering across the heavens, sweeping away all the arrows raining down from the sky. It then headed straight for the bandits. Many bandits who were drawing their bows and firing arrows five hundred paces away didn't even have time to react before being struck by this silver serpent. Their scales shattered, their bodies were disemboweled, and they fell to the ground, their internal organs spilling out. In the blink of an eye, dozens of bandits died instantly from this sudden beam of light, their deaths a violent and tragic end!

"Hmph! You're nothing but a bunch of ants and vermin! Make your master come out and see me!"

A disdainful voice rang out, echoing in all directions.

The one who spoke was a man dressed in emerald green next to Senior Sister Mo; he was none other than Yuan Jiankong, who ranked tenth on the "Mountain and River Ranking".

Seeing that no one among the bandits responded, the light in the void accelerated again, churning like a dragon. Hundreds more bandits were disemboweled in an instant, dying with agonizing cries... This bizarre scene made the bandits hesitant to act rashly, and even the demons began to scatter and flee. Only when a strange pink light rose in the distance, blocking the "Silver Serpent," did the agitation among the bandits and demons gradually subside.

Upon closer inspection, the so-called "silver serpent" was actually a silver-white flying sword, while the one blocking it was a pink flying sword. The two clashed fiercely, like silver and pink dragons locked in a battle in the void...

"So this is what they call a 'spiritual flying sword'? It's truly terrifying!"

Upon seeing this, Fang Han secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Spiritual artifacts can only be forged by those at the fifth level of the Divine Power Realm, due to the various magical arrays within them, which imbue them with extraordinary spirituality. Because of these magical arrays and the rarity of their materials, spiritual artifact flying swords are many times sharper than ordinary divine weapons, and they can move at the whim of the mind, moving with unparalleled speed. Taking the head of a general from among ten thousand soldiers is as easy as taking something out of a bag. Especially in some low-level martial worlds, they are a formidable weapon, easily achieving a "dimensional reduction attack" effect against others.

If the power of a spirit weapon flying sword is already like this, then what about the treasure weapons, Dao weapons, or even immortal weapons flying swords on top of it?

Under the moonlight, in the void, the silver and pink swords remained locked in a stalemate, neither seemingly able to gain the upper hand. Neither the ascension disciples, nor the bandits or demons dared to make a move until the two spiritual swords had determined a victor.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and the stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

"Haha! As expected of one of the top ten masters on the Feathered Ascension Sect's Mountain and River Ranking! Yuan Jiankong, your Silver Serpent Sword is indeed formidable!"

Seeing the two swords locked in a stalemate, a long howl soared into the sky, followed by a young man dressed in pink, with an extremely eerie appearance, slowly flying in from afar and hovering above the heads of these sand bandits and demons. His lewd gaze swept over Senior Sister Mo and some of the female disciples.

"A powerful expert with supernatural abilities?" Several inner disciples were startled.

"No! He's merely using the magical robes he's wearing; it's not supernatural power. This person is most likely the so-called 'Red-Powder Prince,' and also our target this time!"

Senior Sister Mo's expression was solemn, but a hint of joy appeared in her eyes.

The problem isn't the appearance of the "Red-Pink Prince," but rather his absence. Killing him will grant her a Yin-Yang Longevity Pill from the mission elder, promising future supernatural powers. Senior Sister Mo has made thorough preparations for this training mission.

"The Demonic Sect of the Mortal World, the Crimson Prince?"

The appearance of the strange young man also made Yuan Jiankong, the tenth-ranked expert on the Mountain and River Ranking, tense up.