Calabash Fairy

Shu Yu stroked his beard and smiled, placing the wooden bucket he had brought on the stone table.

"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Fang for the banquet."

"Before leaving, I also found some wild spiritual fruits on the mountain. Although they cannot compare to the Phoenix Spirit Pear that Fellow Daoist Fang has carefully cultivated, they still have their own unique flavor. I would like to invite Fellow Daoist Fang to taste them together."

Fang Yan readily agreed, chuckled, nodded, and said "please." Then, the two of them each picked up a Phoenix Spirit Pear and began to taste it.

Fang Yan's eyes lit up after taking the first bite. This Phoenix Spirit Pear was far more delicious than any fruit he had ever eaten in his previous life. With just one bite, the sweet aroma filled his mouth, and the gentle spiritual energy naturally spread throughout his body, making him feel as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

Shu Yu also exclaimed in praise:

"What a fine spiritual fruit! Fellow Daoist's skill is truly remarkable. I have visited this secret realm several times in the past, but I never noticed the Phoenix Spirit Pear seed among the weeds. I am far inferior to you, who not only spotted it at a glance but also cultivated it."

Fang Yan smiled without saying a word. With his innate talent 'Comprehension', if a good treasure appeared before him, even if it was a divine object concealing itself, there was basically no possibility that he would miss it.

The two chatted and laughed for a while, talking about their recent experiences, until Fang Yan took out a scroll with a jade axis.

"Speaking of which, I've recently acquired some interesting things. Fellow Daoist Shuyu, you've seen a lot, but I wonder if you've ever heard of a human immortal sect called the Crane Sect?"

Fang Yan spread the scroll in his hand on the stone table, and a painting of a crane carrying a jade token appeared on the paper. On the round jade token, the three words "Crane Gate" were engraved.

This scroll is one of the few book scrolls that Junheng obtained from the cave under the White Horse Stream. However, the contents of these scrolls are scattered, and it seems that the scroll in his hand only contains this painting.

Fang Yan read through the entire document over the past three days. Apart from sorting out four medicinal prescriptions and a method for refining a spirit-locking talisman, all he knew was that the cave owner was a member of the Immortal Crane Sect of the human race, and that he had entered the Ten Thousand Mountains in search of something important.

The tree symbolizes that fellow Daoists live a long life, and perhaps they will know some related things.

Shu Yu stared at the pattern on the scroll in thought for a long time, then shook his head slightly and said in an aged voice:

"Fellow Daoist, to be honest, I have never heard of the Immortal Crane Sect, but I have some guesses about what these humans are looking for."

"Oh?"

Seeing Fang Yan's curious expression, Shu Yu didn't keep him in suspense and pondered for a moment before saying:

"I only heard it by chance from a demon king who lived for ten thousand years. Legend has it that in the distant past, the Hundred Thousand Mountains experienced an epic war between humans and demons. Countless human immortal sects participated in it, and even those demon saints and immortal lords who sat on the clouds joined the battle. The fighting was so fierce that rivers of blood flowed."

"I heard that this battle ended in mutual destruction. If this legend is true, then these people may have come to search for treasure, or perhaps to find relics of their ancestors..."

"Of course, this is just something I heard by chance, and I don't know if it's true or not."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan nodded slightly, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. The knowledge and experience that Daoist Shuyu has accumulated over eight hundred years of demonic life has never disappointed him.

The epic battle... and the Pure Yang Sword Blade he obtained seemed to confirm this.

"Um?"

Just then, Fang Yan looked up, his face showing surprise.

In his perception, a vast and violent demonic aura suddenly appeared at the edge of Qingfeng Mountain in the southeast direction, and it was moving rapidly, as if it wanted to cross the Qingfeng Mountain territory and head towards the northwest.

"This aura...is it from a pack of Crimson Blood Wolves?"

Fang Yan frowned slightly.

Centered on the Qingfeng Mountain area, the south leads to the interior of the Ten Thousand Mountains, while the east and west sides are the locations of several other human villages.

He remembered the Crimson Wolf Demon that appeared in the east a few days ago, which must have been lost from the wolf pack after going out hunting too far.

The aura of three ancient demons... Judging from their route, their destination doesn't seem to be Qingfeng Mountain... The northwest direction... Isn't that the direction where Brother Jun's White Tiger Cave is located...?

Fang Yan had a strange feeling that this pack of wolf demons was probably heading towards the White Tiger Cave, and the direction they appeared from... came to mind carefully; wasn't White Horse Ravine also in that direction...?

Brother Jun, you've just acquired quite a few treasures from Baima Ravine.

"Fellow Daoist, has something happened?"

Seeing Shu Yu's curious look, Fang Yan told Shu Yu about the appearance of the Crimson Blood Wolf pack while taking out a jet-black stone bead from his sleeve.

This stone bead is called the Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Bead. It was given to him by Jun Heng when he was drunk, who said that if enemies attacked in the future, he could use this bead to call him and he would come to his aid.

Fang Yan didn't know where Jun Heng got this good thing from, but unfortunately this bead could only be used once, and now it had to be used on Jun Heng himself.

As a surge of spiritual energy entered, the stone bead immediately emitted a white glow. After Fang Yan finished recounting the story of the Crimson Blood Wolf Pack, the stone bead dimmed, and cracks appeared on its surface, clearly indicating that it could no longer be used.

Fang Yan put down the stone bead and pondered for a moment, then stood up and looked at Shu Yu. Before he could speak, Shu Yu stroked his beard and smiled:

"Fellow Daoist Fang, are you considering going to White Tiger Cave to lend Lord Mountain Lord a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan smiled nonchalantly.

"Fellow Daoist Shuyu understands me best. Since my friend is in trouble, how can I sit idly by? Please sit here for a moment, Fellow Daoist Shuyu. I'll be right back."

Shu Yu stood up, removed the pine hairpin from her hair, which transformed into a wooden staff in a gentle breeze, and said solemnly:

"In my eight hundred years of demonic life, apart from that Taoist from back then, I only regard you, my fellow Daoist, as a close friend. Although I have no close relationship with the Mountain Lord, I am still willing to lend a helping hand."

"Please rest assured, fellow Daoist. Although I am mediocre in combat, I believe I am stronger than a thousand-year-old demon when it comes to self-preservation."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's expression turned serious, and he no longer stood on ceremony, nodding heavily.

.....................................

Fifteen minutes later.

Before the White Tiger Cave, a crimson demonic wind carried a pack of wolves across mountains and rivers to this place, where they were met by the White Tiger Cave members who were already prepared for battle.

Beside Jun Heng, the leopard demon wielding a steel blade saw the surging crimson demonic energy sweeping towards them and said somewhat nervously:

"Your Majesty! The pack of wolf demons has really come!"

Jun Heng snorted coldly, casually took the Vajra Whip from his waist, and a powerful aura like a tiger's roar suddenly rose up!

"The message that Brother Fang transmitted using the sound transmission bead is naturally accurate."

"Men! Kill all these invading wolf cubs!"

Sensing the ever-confident and powerful aura of their king, the lesser demons were also filled with fighting spirit, and a chorus of roars erupted.

"Awooo————"

Amidst the crimson demonic wind opposite, a series of wolf howls emanated, and the wind suddenly burst forth, revealing the figures of a group of wolf demons.

At the forefront, the old wolf king and Jun Heng locked eyes, their killing intent almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Without uttering a word, the two vanished from their spots in the next instant, and in a flash, the whip and the claws clashed together in mid-air!

"boom------"

"kill!!!"

"Awooo————"