Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 211 Promotion to Fortress

"Young Master!"

Du Fang suddenly felt a chill in his heart. This friend, with whom he had become his enemy, this ordinary young man, turned out to be the young master of the Iron Fan Sect.

Bai Zhi seemed to have known this for a long time, and there was no surprise on her face.

"Can we wait for him here?"

The bald man smiled and said, "Of course, the Iron Fan Sect welcomes fellows from any of the Nine Continents sects to come and train with us!"

He took the lead and led the two away.

Above this promotion fortress, there were more than a dozen faint divine light pillars, forming a fan shape. Bai Zhi whispered:

"This should be their Nine Realms Imperial Weapon, called the Fan Ancestor, the divine weapon that protects the fortress!"

Du Fang was feeling uneasy and even a little scared.

What he was afraid of was not being surrounded and attacked, but seeing Yu Qinghan again. He didn't know how to face him.

At this moment, Du Fang could only hear the image of Yu Qinghan gritting his teeth, his face filled with anger, disappointment and pain.

"Get lost! I don't want your kindness to save me!"

"You'd better take care of yourself. From today on, the immortals are my sworn enemies. From now on, if we try to suppress the immortals, the Iron Fan Sect will definitely have a place!"

The harsh words Yu Qinghan said before he left are still fresh in my mind.

Bai Zhi, however, was all smiles and had a lively conversation with the bald man. Perhaps it was because of her natural beauty as a woman that the bald man answered every question Bai Zhi asked.

The three of them walked up the steel steps that were hundreds of feet long. Snow was lightly sprinkled on the stairs, and a cold wind blew through them, making a whistling sound like a ghost's howl.

The Iron Fan Gate's headquarters is huge. Not just big, it can be described as vast.

"Mr. He, do you really have a magical method to restore the six senses?"

Baizhi had already found out his name. It turned out that the bald man's name was Hezhuang.

He Zhuang seemed very excited, and seemed to want to show off his abilities in front of such a beautiful woman:

"Of course, the Sixth Realm disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect and the elders of the Tiannan Sword Sect were all possessed by the spirits of the Realm Sea before, and infiltrated as traitors. They were all discovered by the powerful beings of the Ninth Realm and sent to my Iron Fan Sect, where the evil spirits in their seas of consciousness were removed."

Bai Zhi clapped her hands in admiration, "So the Iron Fan Sect is so powerful! This kind of magical technique, which is extinct in the Nine Continents, can also be found here!"

He Zhuang's face was full of pride, and he said proudly:

"My Iron Fan Sect reigns supreme in the north of the Three Continents, protecting the lives of all beings on the three continents for nearly a thousand years. The three tribes of spirits, ghosts, and demons cannot cross the Great Wall. We must have some magical power to maintain our status!"

"Yeah...I believe it!"

Bai Zhi nodded vigorously.

Seeing her trying so hard to curry favor with this low-level disciple, Du Fang suddenly felt a sense of emotion and gratitude.

He knew that the figure of Bai Zhi, the former leader of the sword sect, was also present in this senior sister. The senior sister's soul lost its suppression and finally occupied the main soul. The remaining remnant soul of Bai Zhi could hardly threaten the current senior sister.

"Is it true that your young master hasn't returned yet?"

"He probably hasn't come back yet. I heard from the girl that the young fortress master is injured."

"Well... I was slightly injured, not a big deal..." Bai Zhi lied.

Hezhuang placed the two of them in a small house. Before leaving, Bai Zhi smiled and said, "Please, Mr. He, if the young master arrives, please notify me!"

He Zhuang nodded and turned away.

There were too many cultivators visiting the Jinji Fortress, so he didn't take them seriously at all.

Du Fang, who was in the small house, saw that the ceiling was made of steel, and the surrounding walls were also made of steel. In the entire house, except for a stool, table, and bed which were made of wood, the rest were all made of black steel.

Du Fang was a little worried. "What do you think? What we're waiting for is the swords and spears of the Iron Fan Sect, and all the cultivators coming to capture the immortal body?"

"No!" Bai Zhi answered firmly.

"Are you so sure?"

Bai Zhi smiled sweetly, "Although you two are friends, I'm much more accurate at judging people than you are. He was the one who released your immortal body. If he wants to be a man of integrity, he naturally won't rely on the high-ranking cultivators of the Iron Fan Sect..."

"Why?" Du Fang was very puzzled.

"First, you possess the body of an immortal spirit. In that inn in the river valley, you were able to sever the divine nature of a ninth-rank powerful demon cultivator, a five-clawed golden dragon. With this kind of strength, if it were a fierce fight, even if half of the high-ranking cultivators of the Iron Fan Sect were killed, they wouldn't necessarily be able to kill you..."

"Furthermore, the Iron Fan Sect doesn't have any ninth-rank cultivators, so he definitely wouldn't act rashly and risk his sect..."

"Your analysis makes sense. What about the second one?"

Du Fang nodded continuously and began to admire this senior sister.

"Secondly, haven't you noticed that this young fortress master has an overwhelming sense of justice? You're two realms higher than him, but he still fought you for those fifty-odd mortals on Lancang Mountain!"

Du Fang nodded and said, "Yes, not only in Lancang Mountain, the first time we met was in Xingluo City. I was bullied by a fisherman, and he couldn't stand it and stood up for justice!"

"So, since he's not sure he can kill you and is afraid of implicating our sect, we should go directly to his house this time. First, we can threaten his sect, and second, we can force him to use our secret techniques. If we can really strip your soul and kill your immortal spirit, then this great merit will belong to the Iron Fan Sect!"

"He, the young master of the fortress, will surely become famous throughout the nine continents!"

"Why wouldn't he take such a cheap option? As the future manager of a major sect, this kind of thinking is impossible for an outer disciple like you from Lingxiao to understand!"

As Bai Zhi was analyzing the situation, she suddenly noticed Du Fang staring at her with a strange look in his eyes. She couldn't help but shrink back.

"Why, am I wrong?"

"You're quite right..." Du Fang turned his head. "But I don't think you look like my senior sister at all. You have all the mannerisms of Lord Baihuang. My senior sister doesn't have the aura of a sword sect leader!"

Bai Zhi's heart suddenly trembled, and she forced a smile:

"I told you, I'm your incomplete Senior Sister Qingshuang. In my mind, I've inherited all of Lord Baihuang's memories and experiences. Naturally, my actions and words are different from before..."

Just as the two were discussing, the iron gate was suddenly pushed open.

Yu Qinghan stared at Du Fang with a cold and proud look on his face.

"What are you doing in my promotion fortress?"

Du Fang did not dare to look at his ashen face, but lowered his head. When he saw the missing right arm, his heart felt like it was bitten by a bug.

He was crippled by a knife from a friend.

That kind of pain is unbearable just thinking about it.

Especially the future master of the Iron Fan Gate.

Yu Qinghan followed his gaze, shook off the snow on his body, and suddenly sneered: "Are you chasing me here? Do you want to chop off another arm?"

"Sorry……"

"Will sorry help?"

Seeing that the two were in a stalemate, Bai Zhi quickly interrupted and said:

"Young Master...we..."

Yu Qinghan waved his hand to stop her: "I know why you are here!" He Zhuang had already told him.